#Matthew sturniolo one shots

[writtenbyan-aries]

i need an unholy smut fic with matt x bsf!reader like seriously. Maybe they were at a party before and as soon they got home (matt sober) y/n jumps his bones. As they were fully at it Chris and Nick come home and hear everything and tease the shit out of them the next day PLEASEEE

∶ Summary: ask sums it up pretty well

∶ Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, party themes, drinking, friends hooking up, friends to lovers?, flirting, kissing, unprotected sex, hair pulling, scratching, general filth

∶ Word Count: 2.5k | unedited

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“Do you think I can crash at your place tonight?”

Matt nods, “Yeah, whatever you want.”

You nod, “Okay, whenever you’re ready to go, just come get me or text me.” He gives you a thumbs up and you go back to dancing with your friends.

A little bit later, your phone buzzes with a text from Matt, Ready whenever you are.

“I’m heading out.” You yell over the music to your friends, “Matt’s taking me home.” They give you a look with smirks resting on their lips and you roll your eyes, fighting back a smile, “It’s not like that. We’re just friends.”

You walk away, setting your cup on the counter before walking up to meet Matt, “Ready?” He nods, “Yeah, Chris and Nick will come home later, they’re not ready to leave yet.”

“Whatever floats their boat.” You laugh and Matt raises his brows, “You’re not going to throw up in my car, are you?”

“I’m not that drunk, Matt.” You roll your eyes, laughing as he takes a deep breath, “Whatever you say.” He laughs and leads you out to his car.

You get in and buckle up, hooking up to the Bluetooth to play some music.

“You have a good playlist.” Matt smirks at you, “Play that one song, the um, fuck, I can’t think of it.”

“This one?” You click on the song and Die For You by The Weeknd starts playing. Matt nods, “Yes! That’s the one!”

You smile, looking out the window, humming along to the song, “Oh I love this part of the song.” Matt nods his head as the song plays.

Even though we’re going through it, and it makes you feel alone, just know that I would die for you, baby I would die for you..

You smile, watching him get into it, “You really like this song don’t you?” You giggle as he dances more, laughing as he looks over at you, “Would you die for me, y/n?”

You shrug, “I mean, yeah, but, would you die for me?”

He nods, “Well yeah. You’re my best friend, but, I’d like to keep you alive as long as possible.”

You laugh, “We do have a good friendship don’t we.”

He nods, “Yeah, it’s alright.” He smirks as you scoff, turning your head to look it him, “Alright?” He fights back a laugh, “Fine, it’s better than alright, alright?”

“Whatever Matthew Sturniolo.” You roll your eyes and he scoffs, “Whoa, whoa. Whoa.” You laugh, shaking your head, “What? You said me being your friend was alright, but I’m a pretty great friend, okay.”

“Yeah, yeah. You are.” He smiles, parking his car, “Come on, I’m sure you’re hungry, drunkie.”

“I am not drunk!” You get out of the car and stumble backwards as you stand up. He moves to you, grabbing onto your waist and raises his brows, “What were you saying?”

You grip his arms, letting out a sigh, “Okay, maybe just a little bit.”

He laughs, “That’s what I thought.” He leads you up to the door and helps you inside, “You sit, I’ll get you something to eat.” He sets you down on the couch and you bend down to take off your shoes before leaning back.

You take a deep breath, standing up and walking to the kitchen. You lean against the wall, watching as Matt moves around it.

“What are you doing?” Matt asks as he glances at you quickly. You shrug, “I got lonely out there.” You walk over to the counter, leaning against it, “Can I ask you something?”

He nods, “What’s up?“

You laugh, chewing on your cheek, “Nevermind.”

He walks over to you, leaning down on the counter, too, “What?” You don’t even think, you just lean in, lips pressing to his. After a few seconds, he places his hand on your shoulder, “What are you doing?”

“Just wanted to see what it was like to kiss you.” You shrug, “What? You didn’t like it?”

“N-no, no. I did, I just- we’re supposed to be friends, y/n.” Matt’s eyes bounce between yours and your lips and he tilts his head, “I really liked that, though.. I d-“

“Come on. A few kisses will not ruin our friendship, Matt.” You smirk and he shakes his head, “I don’t-“ he sighs, “I don’t want it to be just a few kisses.”

You pull him back in, lips crashing onto his, “Doesn’t have to be.” Your lips move with his and his hands slide to pull you in front of him as he stands up.

Your arms wrap around his neck and he bends down to lift you onto the counter, his lips trailing down your neck, “Just once?”

You nod, “Just once.”

He groans against your skin, “Fuck, okay.”

He leans back as you slide down, taking his hand to lead him to his room. His hands are on you, working to pull your dress up over your body as he kicks the door closed behind him.

Your hands work to push up the shirt on his, stepping back when he pulls it up over his head. He lunges to you, his arm wrapping around your waist as he walks up back to the bed.

You fall back, bringing him with you as his lips stay on yours. He moves his hand down to push your panties to the side, swallowing your moans as his fingers glide up and down your needy slit.

You whimper out, moving your hips, “Please.”

“You need me that bad?” He teases and you sigh, “I’ve needed you for so long.”

He gently bites down on your lower lip, tilting his head back before whispering, “Why didn’t you say anything before?”

“Because we’re friends, Ma-“ you gasp, moaning out as two of his fingers push into you, “Fuck, fuck, yes.”

“You sound so pretty.” He presses his lips to your cheek, “Fuck, baby.” He crashes his lips to yours, his fingers slowly working in and out of you which pull more moans.

Your nails dig into his shoulders, back arching up as your head tilts back with a whine flooding through your parted lips, “Matt..”

“M’right here.” He groans, “Fuck, you feel so good.”

You tilt your head, looking up at him and your face twists with pleasure, “F-fuck, M-Matt, please.” You pull him in for a kiss, “Need you in me.”

His breath hitches at your words and he nods, sitting up, pulling his fingers out in the process. You push the fabric down your thighs as he undoes his belt, pushing his jeans down his legs.

You sit up, slipping your fingers into the band of his boxers before pushes them down.

“Someone’s impatient.” He smirks and you roll your eyes, pulling him down next to you. He kicks off his clothes as his lips resume their position on yours. His hand sliding down your waist to guide you over on top of him.

You straddle his hips, reaching down to hold him steady as you slide down onto him.

He gasps, hands gripping your waist tighter as he feels your cunt swallowing him whole, “Fu-fuck.” He bucks his hips, earning a gasp from you. His eyes are glued to yours, lip pulled between his teeth as he tries to control his ragged breathing.

“Y-you gotta.. move, ma.” He groans, “Please.”

You tilt your head, hands pressed into his chest as you rise up slowly and sink back down, your moans mixing together in the quiet room.

“Fuck.” He breathes out, groaning lowly as your pace grows quicker. Your eyes flutter closed, lips parted as you rise and fall quickly, pleasure shooting through you with each slam of your hips.

His hand slides up to the back of your neck, pulling you down to crash his lips onto yours, “Doin’ so good.” He mumbles against them, “Feels so fucking good.”

You moan against his lips, your hands moving to press into the bed by his head. You push your self up, hips rolling and grinding down as you keep your eyes on him.

“That’s it.” Matt look down, watching his cock go in and out if you, “God, that’s so hot.” His hands slide up your sides and back down to your thighs, giving them a squeeze, “Fuck, you’re so good at this.”

He tilts his head back, moaning lowly, “Shit.” His hands move to your hips, gripping tightly before he thrusts upward. You tilt your head back, moaning louder as he continues to meet your bounces, “Fuck, fuck, yesyesyes!”

You squeeze your eyes shut, “Matt, fuck, yes!”

His arm slides over your back and he rolls you over, his thrusts continuing. His forehead rests against yours as your legs tightening around his waist. You leg out a loud moan as your nails drag up his back, earning a groan from him, “Fuck.”

“Almost there.” You breathe out, “Fuck, baby, you have me so fucking close.”

He nods, lips pressing to yours. You tighten your arms around his neck, heels digging into his lower back as you whine, “Fuck, Matt.”

He crashes his lips onto yours, swallowing your moans as he guides you through your high. He kisses down your neck, groaning into it as his thrusts gradually grow sloppy, “Fuck, baby, I-I’m close.”

You slide your hand up, tangling your fingers into his hair and pull, earning a moan from him. Your voice low, “Cum for me.” You gasp, “you make me feel so good.”

He pushes himself up, eyes on your face as he thrusts a few more times before pulling out. He reaches down, pumping himself a few times as he spills onto yours waist, “Fuck.”

You bite your lip, taking in the scene in front of you, and god was it hot.

You laid there panting as he moved to get something to clean up with. He walks back over, “Here.” He hands you a towel and you take it, wiping yourself off before tossing it to the floor.

Matt gets back into bed and you look at him, “Do you want me to-“

“No.” He wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you over to him, “If this is the only night we’re doing this, I want the full thing.”

You smile, laying your arm over his and lacing your fingers through his. He brings up the blanket, laying over your bodies and he lets out a sigh, “I don’t know about you, but I definitely don’t think a few kisses ruined our friendship.”

You laugh, “Yeah, I think we’re safe.”

He tightens his arm around you, “Is this the only night we’re doing this?”

You take a deep breath, “We can.. just see where this takes us?” You bite your lip as you feel his lips press lazily against your neck. He takes a deep breath, “I mean, we did agree only once, though. Right?”

You nod against the pillow, “Right, yeah.”

After a few seconds, you’re rolling over to face him and he’s pulling you closer as your lips press to his.

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You let out a small sigh as your eyes fluttered open with the daylight peaking through the curtains.

You shifted around, pausing when you feel Matt’s body still next to yours. You couldn’t help but smile as you sat up.

“What time is it?” Matt mumbles and you look back at him, “No idea.” He sighs as he rolls over, yawning as he sits up. You reach over ruffling his hair, “I think Chris and Nick are up. I heard something fall out there.”

“It was probably Chris’ shirt, with him in it.” Matt laughs at his joke and you nod, “You’re probably not wrong.” You stand up, “Do you still have some of my clothes here?”

“I think so.” He gets up, grabbing a pair of sweats to put on, “be right back.” You nod, grabbing one of his sweatshirts to put on in the meantime.

He comes back in, staring at you, “I’m not sure you want to go out there.”

“Why?” You furrow your brows, “What are they doing?”

He fights back laughter, “They.. may or may not know what we did.”

Your eyes go wide, “Oh fuck.” You take the shorts from Matt and slip them on, “But I’m hungry.” You pout, “What did they say to you?”

“Nick just asked how my night was, but he had that smirk on his face and Chris was trying not to laugh.” Matt purses his lips, fighting back his own smirk, “Bottom line, we’re going to get picked on.”

You take a deep breath, “We have to face them at some point.” You laugh, “Oh I hate them.”

“Yeah, me too.” Matt laughs, “Come on. We’ll go together.”

You follow him out to the kitchen, trying hard to not look at the two sitting at the island.

“So, y/n.” Nick clears his throat, “How was your night?”

“Fuck off, Nick.” You mumble, focusing on getting some breakfast.

“Oh, we heard you do that last night, but with Matt.” Nick busts out laughing and you sigh, shaking your head, “Stop.”

“Oh, so it’s okay for Matt to not stop-“ Chris busts into laughter, “Matt, Matt.” He mocks your moans, “Oh fuck.”

“Whoa, hey. That’s enough.” Matt tries not to laugh and you look up at the ceiling, “Fuck my life.” You laugh, “We weren’t that loud, okay.”

“The first time, the second time, or the third time?” Nick raises his brows as he stares at you and you point, “All of you can go to hell.” You walk out of the kitchen and go sit on the couch.

Matt walks out, sitting down next to you, “Sorry about them.”

You laugh, “They’re just idiots!” You yell in their direction and Nick peaks his head out around the corner, “Is that as loud as you can be?” He sighs, “Oh right, we have to be Matt and also be naked for you to be louder than that, right?”

You look around, grabbing a pillow and winging to towards the door. Nick ducks his head away and Chris grabs it, throwing it back, “Here, you might need this for-“

Matt gets up, running after Chris and Chris yells, “No, no, please!”

You laugh, accepting that you won’t be able to eat your breakfast in peace.

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Im sorry if this sucks, I feel a writers block coming into play and I feel like everything I write sucks right now but thank you for reading! I love you tremendously! Catch you in the next one! 🖤

Likes and reblogs are majorly appreciated!

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love evolves (Matt x Reader)

First grade

You and the triplets had stuck together through all of kindergarten and you don't really think it's going to stop for a long while, you and Matt are bestfriends and do eevrything together. Whne Matt learned to button his coat he taught you. When you learned how to tie your shoes you taught him. When you're not at school, Matt's upset all day. When Matt's not at school, you're upset all day.

So when you're in the new first grade classroom with your new teacher Mrs.Jones and Matt doesn't show up for the first day of school, you're upset. Nick and Chris are here. So where's Matt?

"Y/n! I-" Nick begins before you cut him off. "Where's Matt?" You ask brows furrowed as you look around. You had seen him over the weekend for a play date so where is he? "Oh. He got sick."

Well that's no good. How come you aren't sick? You want to be sick and be home so maybe you can go to the triplets house and play with Matt. It's not that you didn't like Nick and Chris cause you did! You just miss Matt.

You pout and fiddle with your coat button. "Oh. Okay." "He'll be back tomorrow!" "Mama's staying home to take care of him." Nick and Chris chirp noticing your pout and fiddling hands. "It'll be okay!"

You smile and nod before the teacher calls everyone to go sit on the reading carpet.

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[sweetshuga]

MS ✰ String you out ✧ CS

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Warnings⚠︎ Smut!, Suggestive remarks!, strong language!, threesome!, size kink, lowkey breeding kink, pet names, p in v, dp, unprotected sex (do not), oral (m! receiving), squirting, vibe, slight intoxication (but full consent), etc.

Word count. 3k

Note. English is not my first language! Not proofread!

Psa. Matt refers to reader as "pretty" and Chris refers to reader as "ma", just so you don't get confused with the dialogues.

Sum. Everything goes south when you show up at the campus Halloween party in a tiny black witch costume; becoming their prey for the night.

You weren’t prepared when your best friend came knocking at your door with a big duffle bag, trying to convince you to come to the annual Halloween party, but you had already decided to stay in your dorm room and continue doing your assignments.

"C’mon, don’t be like that, I even bought us matching costumes," she stepped inside, letting you close the door behind her. "I can help you do your make-up, please?" Your friend begged, plopping down on your bed. You sighed and rubbed your temple, "I told you already, I’m not going, that Halloween party will probably be just like a frat one and you know how I am about frat parties."

Your friend crossed her arms with raised eyebrows, "no, it won’t be like a frat party, but I guess there’ll be those fraternity guys there since you know... Campus party, everyone’s gonna be there–" you cut her off, "except for me," causing her to collapse back onto your bed.

"Pretty please?" She pleaded again, jutting her bottom lip out dramatically, making you laugh. "No, like I said–" she cut you off with a groan, "c’mooon, Halloween happens only once a year..." her voice trailed off as a grin made its way onto her lips, "if you go this once, I won’t bug you again, like I promise I won’t ask you to come to frat parties with me."

You couldn’t help but be tempted with the deal, clearing your throat as you looked at her, "you serious?" She nodded vigorously, "yeah, I am, I am dead serious, so? will you?" You sighed and nodded, eliciting a happy "yay" from her.

She immediately spilled the contents from her huge duffel bag, tons of make-up products and two matching witch costumes. You picked one up, inspecting it. The costume was incredibly short and could almost pass off as a long shirt.

"Are you serious? This is what you picked?" She gave you a deadpanned look, "it’s Halloween! You know what they say, the only time of the year to be as slutty as you want." She nudged your arm, grinning, "plus I bet guys would go nuts when they see you in this."

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Your friend helped you with your make-up, and as you looked in the mirror, you felt like you were someone else, in a good way. The costume was short, but it made you feel a bit more confident than usual. The black heel boots you had lying around – that you’ve been wanting to wear for so long – seemed to match the vibe of the dress.

The long sleeves and overall style of the costume had already started to grow on you. "Not too bad," you said as you curled your hair, "yeah? told you so," your friend grinned triumphantly, making you roll your eyes in a playful manner.

The moment you arrived at the party, your ears immediately rang at the loud music, "fuck, why is it so loud here?" you shouted to your friend, trying to get your words across the short distance, but the music drowned out your voice.

"It’s always this loud, you’re just not used to it, c’mon, let’s get drinks!" She dragged you towards the table of drinks, expertly weaving through the crowd. Alcohols that you didn’t even know the names of were stacked in an oddly neat way along with soft drinks, water and way too many solo cups.

A girl standing by the table, dressed as the grinch, offered to make you and your friend drinks, halloween specials. As you were sipping on your drink, you noticed a pair of guys, almost identical looking.

"Holy fuck, you know who they are?" you nudged your friend, jerking your head at the direction of the guys dressed as vampires. She followed your gaze and looked at them, "yeah?" she chuckled, "you don’t?" Shaking your head as you kept your gaze on the guys, unable to take it off of them.

"Of course you don’t, you’re always buried in schoolwork," she clicked her tongue, "they’re quite famous around campus you know?" You let out a huff, taking another big gulp of your drink, groaning at the burn of the mixed alcohols. "So? Who are they?"

"The one with the cap is Chris and the one that doesn’t have a cap is Matt, obviously, they’re identical triplets, but I don’t think Nick’s here today." You let out an "oh" sound of understanding before you took another sip of your drink.

"Heard they got a bro code or whatnot, like they wouldn’t hit the same girl," your friend shrugged, telling you all she knew about them, "yeah... couldn’t care less, c’mon let’s just dance or something," you said pulling your friend away from the table of drinks and onto the dance floor. You couldn’t help but feel interested despite your words.

After one too many drinks and a few stolen glances later, you found yourself in a bathroom, two pairs of hands roaming over your body while you shared a kiss with one of the guys—the one with the cap.

The other one kissed your neck, trailing it down to your collarbone and leaving love bites there before going back to your neck. The one with the cap broke the kiss, "you know our names ma?" He breathed out, "uh... you’re Chris, and he’s Matt, right?" you asked hesitantly, the slight intoxication making your mind a jumbled up mess.

"Mhm—bingo, pretty," Matt whispered, his lips grazing just under your earlobe, causing a shiver to run down your spine. Butterflies swarmed in your stomach as they continued to kiss and caress your body, your body reacting to every word and touch from them, making their faces light up with smirks.

Their fake fangs nipped at your skin, causing you to gasp softly each time. "Say, let’s go to a more comfortable place?" Chris suggested, "Yeah, can’t really do much in a bathroom," Matt chuckled as he added.

They led you out of the bathroom and weaved through the crowd of people dancing. You tried to find your friend to tell her you were going but you couldn't find her in the crowd. Suddenly, you got a message and a photo from her apologizing saying that she was gonna head home with her boyfriend since it was getting late. How convenient.

You sighed and let the guys lead you out of the party, your costume rode up ever so slightly as you tried to balance on the heel boots in your slightly tipsy state. You were very much aware of your surroundings and the two fellas, dressed as vampires, leading you towards their car.

"Where are we going?" You asked, a bit puzzled but willing. Matt and Chris both chuckled in unison at your confused state, "oh yeah, we’re gonna go to our place, you mind?" Chris asked as he looked back at you, "I mean, if you don’t feel comfortable with that, we could always hit up a hotel," Matt shrugged.

You hummed, looking back and forth between them before making your decision, "no, yeah, i’m good with your place," they both visibly relaxed and grinned, "alright then, hop in, pretty," Matt said as he opened the backseat door.

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The drive to their place was fairly fast, accompanied by small talks and laughter, but that quickly turned into heated kisses and breathy moans once you got inside their house. Stumbling into one of their rooms, they started to strip you out of the skimpy costume.

Gently pushing you on the bed before they started to strip themselves, your gaze raked over their bodies as you waited on the bed, biting your lip in anticipation. Once they were matching you in nakedness, they sat on either side of you, starting to lavish attention to your body once again.

"Fuck, you’re so beautiful ma, so fucking beautiful," Chris murmured against the swell of your breast, "mhm... so pretty" Matt whispered an agreement in your ear before kissing along your jawline, his hand caressing your body, slowing inching down to cup your mound.

You hissed softly when his fingers made in contact with your swollen clit, slick with arousal, and throbbing for attention. The brothers quickly picked up on your growing need and desperation as they saw just how wet you had become.

Your folds glistened in the dim light of the bedside lamp, the obvious need evident in your tone when Chris plunged a finger inside your tight heat. "Fu—ck," you moaned softly, your breathing a lot more ragged now that he was moving his digit in and out of you, slipping in a second finger and smirking at how you seemed to suck in his fingers.

"Someone’s eager," Matt chuckled, his voice a bit deeper than usual, betraying his arousal. The pads of his fingers started to circle your sensitive bundle of nerves, eliciting slightly louder moans from you.

The feeling was already so pleasurable, and you didn’t know if it was the alcohol making you feel more than usual or just the brothers themselves, either way you knew you were incredibly turned on.

They adjusted your position, easily manhandling you, but their touch was gentle– almost tender if you will. The new position gave them more to work with. You were on your hands and knees and they stood on their knees on either side of you, still squeezing and caressing every inch of skin they could touch.

They were big – huge even – it made you feel a bit nervous. They were easily 10", and who knows how thick, standing tall and proud. You gulped softly when Chris gripped your hip with one hand and led his length towards your aching pussy. The tip of his cock slid up and down your slit, making you whine and push back against him.

They chuckled at your needy gestures and sounds, "you’re so responsive ma, ’s intoxicating," Chris emphasized his words with a slap on your ass, causing you to jolt and whine, his hand gently caressing the reddening skin.

Matt, being the one in front of you, caressed your cheek and made you look up at him by lifting your face by your jaw. Smirking when he saw the desperation in your eyes, "what’s up pretty? Can’t handle a little teasing?" He spoke with faux sympathy, making you all the more desperate.

Before you could open your mouth to speak, you felt the sudden stretch, causing you to move forward—trying to get away from the sensation, only to be held in place by two pairs of hands. Chris clicked his tongue, "relax ma," his hands squeezed your ass, sinking his fingers in your plush flesh as he moved forward, filling you completely.

"Oh fu—ck, Chris too big–" your moans got muffled when Matt fed you his length, groaning at the sensation of your mouth on him and the vibrations from your moans as Chris took you from behind.

Chris’ pupils dilated when he saw the way your ass recoiled against his hips with each deep and slow thrust, he gripped your hips tighter and surged forward with increasing fervor. The force of it pushed you forward, each thrust making you involuntarily deepthroat Matt, making them both groan at the pleasure.

Chris suddenly pulled out, and stood up, "I think I’ve got something nice." Matt chuckled when he understood what Chris implied and pulled out of your mouth with a wet pop. You looked at them confused, feeling empty and still aching with need.

A few minutes later, Chris came back with a vibrator and a bottle of lube in hand. You blinked rapidly as your gaze flickered between the brothers, making them chuckle, "don’t worry pretty, we’ll make you feel good, ’promise." Chris sat on the bed behind you, getting in position again.

"Alright ma, up," he playfully slapped your ass before helping you back in the position you were in moments ago, but this time you were facing Chris with Matt behind you. Your moans filled the room once again when Matt entered you, stretching you deliciously.

Your moans were quickly muffled by Chris’ cock, which you eagerly let in your mouth, and the pleasure was already bordering on too much. Your body tensed when you felt vibrations on your clit. Matt groaned loudly when he felt you clench around him like a vice, his hips picking up pace in response.

Your moans vibrated around Chris’ shaft, making him buck his hips faster, fucking your mouth as he gripped your hair in a makeshift ponytail. Your eyes rolled back briefly as Matt hit that spot deep within you, the one that made sparks dance behind your eyes, the one that made you moan louder.

The vibrations of the vibe increased, making your legs shake as you tried to ground yourself from the intense pleasure that you wondered if you could take any more of. That was when Matt held you by your waist and started to target a specific spot—your g-spot.

The feeling of him hitting your g-spot with such precision and the vibrator doing its job on your throbbing clit, made you squirm, trying to get away from the intensity of it all, but their hands kept you in place. With a loud muffled moan you squirted, unable to warn them due to Chris’ cock in your mouth. The brothers let out breathy chuckles when they saw the mess you were making, but didn’t stop nevertheless.

They followed you soon after, their releases filling up your holes. You couldn’t even keep yourself steady on your legs and arms anymore, it was all threatening to buckle under you any second.

Carefully, they laid you down, and seeing the wrecked state you were in just seemed to fuel their desires further. Their semi-hard lengths hardened once more as they gazed down at you. Your disheveled hair, the hickeys adorning your body, Matt’s release trickling out of you and Chris’ dripping down your chin.

Matt’s hand came up to caress your side, causing a breathy sigh to escape your lips, "you think you can go one more round pretty?" Chris chuckled softly, "mhm—ma, don’t think we can get enough of you, think you can take us both?"

"Both? like at the same time?" you whispered, your voice already hoarse from overuse. They nodded, chuckling as they helped you into a sitting position, "yeah, we’ve got lube, but it’s fine if you’re not up for it, pretty—" you cut him off, "well, I don’t mind, i mean... if it can fit that is..." your voice trailed off as you looked down at their laps.

"Don’t worry, ma, we’ll make it fit," is all you heard before they got in position. Matt laying with you on top of him and Chris behind you. The pop of the lube cap made your body shiver in anticipation, the mildly cold oil jolting every nerve as it ran down your slit, making you shudder.

Matt slowly pushed inside, eliciting a soft moan from you, and as you finally adjusted to his size, Chris nudged himself on your already full pussy. "Shh— ’s alright, pretty, just relax," Matt cooed from under you, his arms holding you in place as Chris entered you from behind. You squirmed under their touch, moaning loudly, and the stretch being too much, too big.

Chris grunted at the tightness as he pushed inside, stilling when he bottomed out inside you, "shit ma, so fuckin’ tight," he hissed through his teeth. Matt chuckled, his voice huskier, "yeah, you like how we stretch you, pretty? how fuckin’ big we are?" You could only mumble a "yes" that sounded more like a whimper.

They let you adjust to their sizes—the fullness and the stretch. Their hands caressed your body soothingly, whispering sweet nothings in your ears, and kissing your shoulders and neck.

You finally relaxed around them, moaning softly at the sudden pang of pleasure from being filled to the brim. Your pleasure didn’t go unnoticed by Matt and Chris, chuckling to themselves as they started to move. Your world blurred as you felt an immense pleasure you’ve never felt before.

Your body moved on its own, meeting their thrusts, wanting more of that delicious feeling. And all that only made them move faster – harder – thrusting into you with renewed fervor. Your hands clutched whatever you could hold, grounding yourself so you wouldn’t get consumed by the pleasure.

"Fu—ck pretty, so fuckin’ tight," Chris mumbled an agreement, both of them holding you in place as they took what they wanted. You could only hold on, and moan for them. "Shit, gonna fill you up so good— swell you with my cum, ma," Chris groaned, "Yeah, fuck— you ready for us pretty?" Matt added, muffling his sounds of pleasure on your shoulder.

You mumbled a plea for them to cum inside you—to which they gladly did, groaning and moaning as they filled you up. Their combined release spilled out from the sides, making a mess.

Gently pulling out from your well-used hole, their chests heaved with exertion. In spite of their softening cocks, they couldn’t help the feral, almost animalistic, feeling when they saw the sight of their mixed release trickling out of your pussy.

They both groaned under their breaths before exchanging knowing glances, a silent conversation between them, and slowly alerting you about their insatiable desires for you. "You okay, pretty?" Matt’s hand caressed your cheek while Chris squeezed your ass, "we’re not done with you ma, not by a long shot."

They chuckled as they saw you look at them surprised, but didn’t protest or say no, instead pulled them closer – a silent plea for more. "We’re gonna fuck this pussy so good," Matt whispered in your ear, "and fill you up with our spend until you swell with our babies," Chris added, whispering in your other ear.

Their words were filled with promises, and that alone made you feel immense pleasure, a need for more.

The next morning, you woke up with a bad headache, and sore all over. It wasn’t a surprise that you had a hangover but it was a surprise when you became aware of your surroundings. You were in an unknown room, entangled with not one, but two guys. It didn’t help that they were brothers, identical brothers.

"Heard they got a bro code or whatnot, like they wouldn’t hit the same girl." Your friend’s words echoed in your head. Guess it wasn’t true after all, their bro code.

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Isa's notes. I've never written a Chratt fic before, or anything with two love interests, or a threesome in that matter so like... my bad if it's shit.

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𝑩𝒆𝒕𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔 | 𝑪.𝑺

Chris Sturniolo!bf x f!reader

WARNINGS : smut, phone sex, FaceTime, tapping it on the screen, established relationship, lots of dirty talk, mutual masturbation, mentions of breeding! mentions of spitting (in mouth) usage of “slut”

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IN WHICH.. after a rough day and missing Chris while he’s away, What starts as playful teasing to cheer you up, quickly turns intense. Chris guides you through the heat of the moment, making the distance between you feel like nothing.

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Any day without Chris' arms around you late at night felt like something was missing, similar to the last piece to a nearly finished puzzle, the one that had made everything click into place.

You'd gotten used to his warmth, the way his body seemed to fit against yours so perfectly, the steady beat of his heart slowly lulling you to sleep every night without fail. Being in his arms made you feel safe, loved, and wanted. With each breath, each beat of his heart, you felt your mind grow quiet and your body relax, as if each hum of his heart was him whispering "i love you' over and over.

You knew him going on this brand deal trip had been a good idea for the channel, and you knew that it had already been planned months in advance, but missing him was hard, and missing him was painful. It was only supposed to be a few days now, but each one seemed to drag on longer than the last and it made you relentlessly question if the clock was against you, if time moved slower than it actually did.

Just the night before he had left, his arms had been curled around you and you had been resting on top of his chest, his fingers combing through your hair. Everything had been perfect, everything had felt complete. But tonight, you were alone, and it felt like the quiet of the room echoed louder than it should.

Your day at work had been a full-on nightmare—endless tasks, long hours, all of it seemed to last forever. Every email you had sent felt as if it was another weight added onto your shoulders, and every conversation felt like it had drained every ounce of energy from you. Even now, the fluorescent lights of the office still lingered in your eyes, making your head throb with a dull ache.

Usually, you would come home to Chris, the soft sound of his voice greeting you, followed by his arms pulling you into a warm embrace. He would hold you close, put on a random film and snuggle into you, his hands always wandering to your thighs. He would rub his palms on them, cursing at how soft your skin was while smiling at you, and with that, he would lean in to kiss your forehead as you would drift off.

But tonight was different. The apartment was cold without him, the sheets of your shared bed empty and frigid.

With a sigh, you pick up your phone, swiping up to enter your password.

Your thumb hovers over Chris' name in your contacts; needing to hear his voice, needing him to somehow fill the empty space in your chest, the same emptiness lingering throughout the entire apartment.

Without thinking too much, you press call.

The phone rings only twice before Chris picks up and upon the first word he speaks, you can hear the smile in his voice, immediately warm and familiar.

"Hey, sweetheart, wasn't expecting you to call so early, what's up?"

Sinking into your bed, you let out a heavy sigh, letting your gaze drift upward to the ceiling fan, its quiet hum the only other noise in your quiet apartment.

"Hey," you reply, your voice barely above a whisper, the word catching in your throat. You clear your throat, trying to dislodge the lump that's formed there, and continue, "I needed to hear your voice, I miss you."

As the words leave your lips, you feel a slight tremble in your voice, something that your boyfriend, Chris would never dare to let slide.

There's a pause on the other end, and when he speaks again, his tone is softer, full of concern. "I miss you too, you alright, baby?"

You nod, even though he can’t see it, your eyes fluttering shut as you take in his warm voice. "Just… it’s been a rough day," you admit, curling into your blanket. "I can’t stop thinking about you, Chris. It’s so hard without you here."

You hear him chuckle from the other side of the phone, his voice still soft and concerned, "I wish I could be there with you right now. You know I’d make it all better, right?"

"I know," you murmur, your lips pursing. "I just miss everything about you. I miss your arms around me, I miss your smell."

He lets out a light, teasing laugh, cutting out slightly over the phone as he inhales afterward. "My smell, huh? Really, ma? You miss the way I smell?" He chuckles his laugh sweet, "You sure it’s not just my cologne you’re missing?"

You shake your head as he talks, sitting up and propping your back against your headboard, a smile finding its way onto your face. "No," you say pausing as you try to sound serious, "It's you. It's just you."

You smile as Chris lets out another laugh, his voice playful, "Well, well, aren’t you the romantic." He pauses, letting out another soft giggle. "You must really be going crazy without me, huh? Can’t even sleep without my scent on your pillow."

Without thinking you laugh, slapping your hand down onto your comforter as you giggle, "Shut up, it's not funny!"

"It’s a little funny," he teases, his voice husky. "There's that laugh I love," he murmurs.

His words settle in your chest, and a warmth spreading through you. "You’re ridiculous," the smile tugging at your lips as you talk. "But I missed you, I missed you so much."

"I know, baby, I miss you too," he murmurs, chuckling. "Maybe I should become a therapist, I should start charging you for daily sessions with how fast I brought that smile back."

You roll your eyes as you let out another small laugh, raising an eyebrow. "Oh yeah? What's the payment plan like? Not sure I can afford daily, maybe weekly."

"Depends," Chris pauses and there's a silence on the other end of the phone.

After a few seconds, a low chuckle leaves his lips. "You offering cash, or are we talking.. other forms of payment?"

You smile, licking your lips and leaning your head back to rest against the headboard. "Wow, so nasty of you to be talking like this when your brothers are god knows where."

You hear rustling for a moment over the phone before you hear Chris chuckle again, the sound absolutely adorable. "I may be a little dirty, but I'm still a gentleman," He whispers, his voice like velvet even despite the crackles of the air in the background as he speaks.

You can almost hear the heat in his voice and it burns you even through all of the distance, leaving tingles on your body as he continues, "Matt and Nick went out, some stupid costume store for a video idea. They're going to be gone for a while, and I have to admit, I'm kind of glad."

His voice drops to a low, husky tone, sending shivers down your spine. "I was thinking about you baby, and I couldn't focus on anything else."

You feel a warm blush rise to your cheeks as you hear his words through the phone, your pulse beating faster, so loud you can nearly hear it through your ears. "What were you thinking about?" You ask curiously, soft grin reaches your face and your hands begin to toy with themselves as you lay the phone on your lap to listen.

"I was thinking about how your breath hitches when I do that thing with my tongue, and how your fingers would dig into my back when I do that thing with my hands."

"How your back arches when I fuck you," He pauses, his voice exasperated. "When I tell you to keep looking me in the eyes while you take my cock in that dripping pussy of yours."

His words leave you breathless and full of desire. You can feel your face burning with heat, your nipples hardening against the fabric of your top with every word he speaks, as if his words are urging you to want him even more than you already do.

"Chris..." You whisper, his name barely audible over the sound of your own ragged breathing.

"Yeah, baby?"

"I want you," you finally manage to say, your voice barely above a whisper. "I want you so bad, Chris."

"I want you, let me see you, baby," You hear him lick his lips, his breathing just as loud as yours. Turn on your camera, can I see your pretty face?"

You smile, pressing the familiar FaceTime button, and as the camera flickers to life, you adjust yourself to fit in frame, the soft light from your room casting a glow over your features, putting them on full display for him.

Chris' camera flutters to life soon after, you see him in the corner of the screen.

The first thing you notice is his hair, tousled and messy as if he's been running his fingers through it out of habit. The soft lights of his hotel room and the sunset outside of his window catch faint golden undertones onto his skin, making him look like an absolute dream.

His jawline catches the light when he shifts slightly to look closer at you, the shadow of his stubble visible to you as a grin forms at the corners of his mouth, a grin that's just for you.

He looks absolutely perfect, in fact, you weren't even sure how a person could manage to look that good during every second of the day until you had met him.

The most amazing part? He was all yours.

His voice pulls you back to reality, warm and teasing. "See something you like, or are you just gonna keep staring, baby?"

You roll your eyes, though the blush creeping up your neck betrays you. "Oh, please," you tease. "You’re the one who wanted to see me."

Chris leans a little closer to his screen, his piercing blue eyes sharpening as he takes you all in. His eyes travel over your frame, lingering for a moment before his lips part slightly, his voice dropping just a bit. "I mean, can you blame me? Look at you."

His eyes trail over you slowly, and then he pauses, his lips curling into a smirk. "Wait a second... Is that my shirt?"

You glance down, your fingers instinctively brushing over the soft fabric, the only thing you were wearing a side from your underwear, "What if it is?" you ask, arching a brow, trying to sound casual despite the sudden flutter of your pulse in your chest.

His laughter comes easy, warm and deep. "You’re unbelievable," he mutters, but there’s something softer behind his tone. "I was wondering where that went."

Relaxing a bit, Chris leans back slightly, running a hand through his hair, but his gaze never leaves you. When he speaks again his voice is soft but teasing, "You know, you wearing my shirt like that? It's not fair."

"Fair?" you repeat, tilting your head with a playful smile. "What’s not fair about it?"

Chris sighs, tugging at his hair,"The fact that I’m sitting here wishing I could take it off you myself."

"Maybe if you were here, I’d let you," you murmur, your eyes locked onto his.

"Don’t tease me like that, baby." You watch as his tongue licks around his lips, his eyes laced with desire, "You know I’d do it in a heartbeat."

"Who’s teasing?" you reply softly, your fingers toying with the hem of the shirt. There’s a moment of silence, charged with electricity, before you meet his gaze again. "What if I took it off right now?"

Chris’s breath hitches audibly, his confidence momentarily faltering as his eyes darken. "Don’t say that if you don’t mean it," he murmurs, his voice low and rough.

Adrenaline and desire course through you as you slowly lift the hem of the shirt, just enough to tease him, right below your breasts, allowing them to peek out, just a little bit. His reaction is immediate—his eyes are glued to the screen, his jaw falling open as he takes in the sight of you. .

"Your turn," you say softly, smiling as you tease him. Your hands reach up to rub at your tits, the hem just covering your nipples.

Within an instant, Chris shuffles slightly letting the camera fall to the side of the bed. You hear the sound of fabric sliding against his skin and a moment later, he picks up the phone resting it on top of his stomach, one of his arms behind his head as he props it up to see you rubbing your tits for him.

Suddenly, he angles the camera even further down, revealing a very obvious bulge in his boxers. His boxers are tight against his cock and you feel yourself nearly drool as the outline of his hard dick is directly on display in front of you, straining against the fabric.

You watch as his fingers trail over the waistband of his boxers, teasing you just as much as you’ve been teasing him. He’s still staring at you, waiting for your next move.

Your hands move instinctively, pulling your shirt off, your tits falling out from underneath his shirt. You reach over, letting it fall to the side of the bed as you arch your back slightly, giving him a better view, as your fingertips trail across your bare chest. His eyes seem to devour you from the screen, and you know he’s getting just as impatient as you are.

You drag your fingers down your body, feeling the slight shiver of anticipation in your fingertips. The way his eyes stay locked on you makes your pulse race faster, a part of you already craving him even more. You glance, making sure he’s watching as your hand moves lower, slipping down to rub against your thighs, just as he would if he were with you.

His breath hitches as you continue rubbing yourself, the sound of his voice a low growl in your ears, even with the static from the call.

"God, you're so fucking beautiful."

His breath is hoarse as you see his hand slide down his body, down his abs as he rubs them for you through the phone, just as you would.

"I want you to take those panties off, please baby. Let me see all of you."

His words stir something deep inside you, and without thinking twice, you push your pants down, dragging them past your thighs, over your hips. Your heart races as you make sure he’s watching, feeling the weight of his gaze as you slowly expose yourself to him, piece by piece, just like a puzzle.

His eyes glisten as he watches you take them off, his mouth open, full of drool as you open your legs for him, placing the camera directly in front of your pussy.

"God, fuck. You're so fucking wet."

His words send shivers down your spine as you feel your body heat up, the anticipation of what's to come making your heart race. You watch him on the screen, his hand still rubbing his abs, his eyes locked on the camera pointed at your pussy.

"I want you to touch yourself, show me how much you want me," he murmurs as his hands slide further down his body. He smiles, angling the camera right below his bulge as he begins to rub on his v-line.

With instinct, your right hand slides up your body slowly. Your hands slide against your thighs, your stomach, all the way up to your mouth where you silently spit into your hand.

Your hand slides back down your body, your fingertips brushing against your needy clit, so wet and so wanting.

"Wish I was there, my god.. I would spit in that beautiful mouth and make you use that to rub yourself," he murmurs. Your eyes stay trained on his and on his body as he slides his boxers down, his cock springing out from under them.

His words are like a drug to you, making you even more aroused. You moan into the phone, your breath coming in short gasps. Your eyes follow his cock as he spits onto his hand in the same way, his hand sliding to hold the base of his cock.

With a small chuckle, he positions his phone to be right below it. You can see how big he is, how thick he is. He smiles, leaning his cock forward gently to tap it directly onto the camera.

The head of his cock hits the camera with a loud thud three times, you can hear how hard he is.

"Do you like what you see, baby?" he asks, his voice low and seductive as his cock stands straight up, his fingers beginning to slowly stroke against his rigid shaft.

“Do you like it when I slap this dick on this camera for you, just like how I should be slapping it against your clit while I make you cum for me with my fingers.”

He continues to tease you, slowly stroking his cock as he talks dirty to you. "I bet you wish you were here with me, don't you? Feeling my hot cum on your tongue."

His words cause you to rub your clit even faster, your hands diving into your wet folds as you watch him stroke himself.

He leans in closer to the camera, his cock just inches from the lens.

"Mmm, you're such a dirty girl, aren't you?"

He moans, biting on his lips as he watches you pleasure yourself to him. "You love watching me jerk off over the phone for you, don't you?"

He gives a slight thrust of his hips, his cock twitching in his hand. "I bet you'd love to taste it, wouldn't you? To have my cock in your mouth, down your throat, choking on it as I fuck your face."

You moan, murmuring yes a thousand times as you rub your puffy wet pussy for him, your breath hitching every second with just how good he makes you feel.

"Take your fingers and slide them into your wet pussy, baby," he moans out, his hand working magic on his cock as he strokes it even faster for you.

You can see so much precum, so much of his spit running down the sides of it with every stroke he makes. You can't help but wish that it was your spit, that his precum was deep down your throat, and looking at him, that's all you can think about.

You wish you could run your tongue against the shaft of his dick, you wish his hand could be replaced with yours. You wish it was your mouth he was fucking into instead of his hand, wishing that it was your pussy making him feel that divine.

He groans as he sees you slide your fingers inside of your pussy, smiling with his tongue over his teeth as he sees you begin to finger yourself.

You moan softly, arching your back as you push your fingers deeper into your wetness. You glance down at the phone, watching his eyes follow your every move. You can see the lust in his gaze, the desire to be with you right now.

"Oh fuck," he breathes, his voice thick with need. "I wish I was there with you."

The tip of his cock swells, his shaft hard and rigid, just aching for you, and his hand immediately picks up the pace on his cock as he imagines that your fingers inside of you is his cock instead, fucking you so deep.

"I want to fuck you so bad," he whispers, voice strained with desire. "I want to feel your tight pussy wrapped around my cock, milking me dry."

He groans, his hips thrusting forward as if he could push his cock through the screen and into you, if only it were that simple.

"I want to breed you," he whispers, his voice thick with desire as he pumps his cock with his hand, stroking it so good for you. "I want to fill your pretty pussy with my cum and make a baby with you."

“tell me you want that”

You gasp, your fingers only moving faster at the mention of having his cum inside of you, spilling out onto your thighs. "Oh god, yes Chris, I want you to breed me.” you moan, slipping your fingers out of your warmth to rub at your swollen clit again in large circles.

You can hear him taking deep breaths on the other end of the line, trying to control his voice from faltering as he rapidly strokes his cock for you. "I wish I was there with you," he says again, his voice strained.

"I would cum inside you, I would cum in you and then I would finger that pussy and rub it all over that wet clit," he moans in the middle of his talking, his voice coming out as if it was meant to be a whine.

You can feel your orgasm building, your fingers moving faster and faster on your clit as you moan louder. You moan, reaching your other hand down to finger yourself at the same exact time, "Oh god, I'm going to come, Chris please come with me," you gasp, your voice breaking.

It's as if you can almost feel him with you, his hands on your thighs holding them for you as he watches you come undone.

“No, slut. Hold it for me,” he coos suddenly.

You gasp out exasperated, your mouth quivering as you slow down your pace, trying to hold yourself together. You want to come so bad for Chris, you want to soak your sheets and scream out his name.

But he won’t let you.

You look at him pleadingly, he can see you so exposed so vulnerable as you look at him, pleading with your eyes.

“Aw, does my baby want to cum for me?” Chris’ voice is soft, as he spits into his hand, his hand slimy and wet as he slides it back onto his cock, rubbing it so fast for you.

You can hear him grunt as he urges you to continue, “I didn’t tell you to slow down. Rub that pussy, now.”

Obeying, your hands find your clit again and you rub your wetness in circles, his eyes never leaving you, moving from your cunt to your face to your tits and back again.

Your legs shake as your movements urge you closer to release, your pussy clenching, begging for his cock inside of you.

Chris nods at you, his voice whiney, “Oh fuck, ma. Oh god, put your fingers back in there for me.”

You whimper as your fingers enter you once again. Staring at his cock, you imagine that instead, it’s him entering you. Chris fucking your pussy so good, Chris in front of you pounding you into the bed.

He lets out a moan, his cock making you salivate and his noises driving you insane with how badly you crave him.

Within an instant, Chris can’t seem to hold himself anymore and instead of denying you like he loves, he’s too close to make you beg anymore.

"Come for me baby," he groans, struggling to keep his eyes open to look at you. "Come all over your pretty hands for me, yes.. God yes."

“Please, Chris,” you whimper, your voice pleading, desperate to come with him, “I need you… I need to feel you.."

"Show me how much you need me, do it slut," he moans, stroking faster. "Show me baby, let me watch you."

Chris leans forward, his lips parted as he breathes your name, his hand still gripping the phone tightly, positioning it so he can see you, and you can see him.

You move your fingers faster, harder, needing that release more than anything else. You hear him do the same, his hand moving faster, each stroke pushing him closer to his ownrelease.

"Come on, baby," he urges, his voice a low growl. "Let go for me. I want to see you fall apart, tell me you want my come.”

“I want you to come, Chris. Please come for me,” you murmur as your body starts to convulse.

You feel your whole body tense with his words, your back arching as the pleasure rips through you, your hands nearly dropping the phone as you finally come for him.

You're lost in the moment, unable to think, unable to do anything but gasp for air, your hand still between your legs as your body quivers, waiting and watching for Chris to come for you.

As promised, Chris follows right behind you, his moans louder than before, and you can hear the sound of him finishing, his voice raw with release and raw with pleasure. You watch as his come drips from the tip of his cock, begging to be licked up.

On the other end of the screen, Chris collapses back onto his bed, laying fully down, his face flushed and his hair messy, his cum all over his stomach.

"Well… that was definitely worth the wait," he murmurs, his voice warm and affectionate. "God, I wish I could kiss you, baby."

You smile to yourself, your heart fluttering at his words. "I wish you could too, Chris," you whisper back, "Come back soon, I'm dying without you here."

"Just a few more days, my love. I promise." He smiles, messing with his hair as he smiles at you. "And when I get back, I’ll take you out, wherever you want to go. Maybe a fancy dinner… or," he pauses, giving you a sly grin, "we could go somewhere more fun, like an amusement park. Y'know, so I can win you a giant teddy bear."

You can’t help but laugh at the image of him winning you a stuffed animal, and you playfully roll your eyes. "An amusement park? Really?" you tease, "You’re gonna win me a stuffed bear?"

"Yeah, absolutely. I’ll win you the biggest one, just so you can carry it around everywhere and make everyone jealous." His smile widens, a grin too big for his face. "And then, we’ll ride all the roller coasters, just to make sure you’re holding onto me the whole time."

He chuckles, throwing his head back at his own remarks.

He makes a soft kiss sound as he continues,"hey, I’m just trying to make sure you don’t fly off the ride. Somebody’s gotta keep you safe, right?" You roll your eyes, smiling at how adorable he is.

"And I think you’d be holding onto me for more reasons than just the ride."

You raise an eyebrow, your heart racing a little as you grin back at him. "Is that so?" you tease a serious undertone to your voice. "Well, maybe I’ll just hold on tight to you then, but only if you win me that bear."

"I'm gonna win you the biggest damn bear you've ever seen."

i love my cutie endings, thank you so much for reading! sorry for any writing mistakes

𖧧 𝑪𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒆 𝑴𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕

matt version : here !

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car sex with matt .ᐟ

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

the sun was setting, casting a warm, golden glow over the landscape as matt and y/n decided to take an impromptu drive.

the air was thick with the scent of summer and adventure, but inside the car, the atmosphere was charged with a different kind of heat. y/n's eyes were magnetically drawn to matt, not just for the drive itself, but for how he looked doing it.

matt was wearing grey sweatpants today, the fabric loose yet showing off the undeniable bulge at his crotch, especially with how he was sitting. his t-shirt was clinging to his frame, the faded blue of the top matched his eyes, which were focused on the road, his biceps flexing with each turn of the wheel. his skin, lightly tanned, glistened with a hint of sweat, the scent of his cologne — a blend of leather and earth— filling the car.

y/n couldn't help but feel the growing wetness between her legs as she watched him, his jaw set in concentration, his tongue occasionally darting out to lick his lips. the sight of him, so focused, so masculine, was driving her wild.

matt caught her looking, a playful smirk pulling at his lips. "Y’lookin’ like y’wanna eat me up, huh?" his voice was rough, teasing, sending a shiver down her spine.

"m’so obvious, huh?" y/n managed, her voice breathy, her arousal evident.

"mhm, and y’know what happens when y’get that look in yer eyes," he teased, though his eyes kept flicking back to her, his smirk widening when he noticed her hand inching closer to his thigh. "better not distract me too much, gotta keep this ride safe, y’know?"

but y/n was beyond caring about safety; her hand moved, tracing the outline of his cock through the soft, grey fabric of his sweatpants. she could feel the heat of him, the way his cock twitched under her touch, the fabric tenting more with each stroke. matt let out a low, guttural groan, his grip on the steering wheel tightening.

"fuck, y/n, you're not helpin’ me out here, i gotta drive," he complained, his voice a mix of annoyance and arousal, his words slurring together in his lust-hazed state.

but y/n was relentless, her fingers now working him more deliberately, feeling every pulse through the thin, pliable material. "c'mon, matt, you can handle a little multitasking," she whispered, her voice sultry with challenge.

matt's breathing grew heavy, the sweatpants now visibly strained as he struggled to keep his focus. "y’gonna make me crash, y’know that, right?" he murmured, his tone more playful than serious.

finally, succumbing to the need, matt swerved into a secluded alley, the car coming to a quick halt. the engine's hum faded, leaving only their heavy breathing and the distant city sounds. "you're fuckin' trouble, y’know that?" he growled, his voice low and rough as he covered her hand with his, pressing it harder against his erection.

the car's interior was now thick with the musk of arousal, the windows fogging up from their heated breaths. y/n, with eager fingers, pulled down his sweatpants just enough to free his cock. it was hard, the skin flushed a deep red, the head glistening with precum, veins prominent with his arousal as it throbbed in her hand, eager and ready.

straddling him without any hesitation, y/n hiked her skirt up, her panties already soaked through.

matt's hands found her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh, guiding her down onto him, the sensation of him breaking her panties in desperation and pushing into her was intense; his thickness stretching her, the velvety heat of his cock against her sensitive walls. she moaned, a loud, unfiltered sound that echoed in the car, as he filled her completely.

"god, y’so tight, ma," matt groaned, his head falling back, his hands roaming up to grab her ass, squeezing it as he began to thrust up into her with a force that made the car rock. the sounds of their bodies, wet and slick, slapping together filled the confined space, mixing with their moans and the occasional creak of the vehicle.

y/n moved with him, her hands bracing on his shoulders, feeling the power of his body under her palms.

the friction was electric, the heat of him deep inside her, the way her body responded, clenching around him, drawing him in deeper. she could feel every vein, every pulse, the way his cock curved to hit that perfect spot inside her.

"y’love this, huh? m’little tease," matt panted, his voice a husky whisper, his eyes locked on where they were joined, watching his cock disappear into her, slick with her arousal. "s’wet f’me, baby."

y/n nodded, unable to speak through her moans, her body moving on instinct, riding him harder, chasing her pleasure.

matt's hands were everywhere – on her breasts, squeezing them through her top, then trailing down her back, pulling her into a desperate, messy kiss. their tongues clashed, tasting each other, the salt of their sweat mingling.

their rhythm became frantic, matt thrusting up with such force, each movement designed to drive her over the edge. y/n's mind was fogging, her thoughts narrowing down to the sensation of him inside her, the overwhelming pleasure making her feel like she was losing her mind, her words turning into incoherent moans and whimpers.

"fuck, m’gonna fuck y’so stupid," matt growled, his voice breaking as he felt his climax building, his balls tight against his body, the pleasure almost painful in its intensity.

"please, babe, ’m so close" y/n gasped, her nails digging into his shoulders, her body trembling as that coil in her belly tightened to the breaking point.

with a few more hard, relentless thrusts, matt came, his cock pulsing inside her, filling her with hot jets of cum, his moans loud and uninhibited.

y/n followed immediately, her orgasm crashing over her like a tidal wave, her pussy clenching around him, milking him through his release, her body trembling with the aftershocks, completely overwhelmed, fucked into a state of blissful stupidity.

they stayed like that, panting, hearts racing, the windows fogged up, creating their own private world inside the car. matt let out a lazy chuckle, his voice hoarse. "damn, y’made me lose control on that one."

y/n, catching her breath, managed a satisfied, dazed smile. "m’so glad we decided to go for a drive."

matt pulled her down for another kiss, this one slower, more tender, his hands gentling on her body. "yeah, me too."

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[mattitudeing]

ㅤㅤ──── MATT LOVES TO TIE YOU UP AND EAT YOU OUT ‘TIL YOU'RE A SHAKING, SCREAMING MESS ❞

ㅤㅤ♱ summary: matt ties you up, gets to work with his ㅤㅤtongue and fingers, and drives you wild until you’re a ㅤㅤㅤㅤtrembling mess.

you’re sprawled on matt’s bed, the faint hum of the city outside barely audible over your pounding heartbeat while he’s standing at the foot of the bed, shirt already off, his slim frame catching the dim light—lean, no bulk, just smooth skin and that messy brown hair falling into his eyes.

his pajama pants hang low, the bulge beneath them twitching as he looks at you, a smirk tugging at his lips. he’s holding a coil of soft rope, nothing fancy, just some shit he found in the garage, and his fingers flex around it like he’s been itching to use it.

“y’ready for this, huh?” he says, voice low and lazy, that familiar drawl dripping with intent as he steps closer. “m’gonna tie you up and fuck you up ‘til you can’t move.”

you nod, breath hitching, and he doesn’t waste time, just grabs your wrists, rough but careful, looping the rope around them, his fingers brushing your skin as he ties you to the bedframe. the knots are tight, biting just enough to keep you pinned, your arms stretched above your head, leaving you exposed, naked and vulnerable, your chest heaving, nipples already hard, pussy slick with anticipation.

he steps back, eyeing you like you’re a goddamn meal, and tugs his sweatpants down, kicking them off, his cock springing free, looking thick, hard, the tip glistening with precum.

“look at you, all spread out f’me,” he mutters, climbing onto the bed, settling between your legs. he grabs your ankles, spreading you wider, and you feel the stretch, the cool air hitting your soaked folds. “m’so fuckin’ hungry f’this pussy.”

he dives in, no warning, his tongue flattening against your clit, hot and wet, dragging a slow, deliberate lick that makes you gasp.

your hips buck, but the ropes hold you fast, and he groans into you, the vibration sending a jolt up your spine. he’s messy with it—licking, sucking, his lips closing around your clit, pulling soft, needy moans from your throat while his sweaty hands grip your thighs, fingers digging into the soft flesh, keeping you open as he laps at you like he’s starving, his tongue dipping down to your entrance, tasting how wet you are, then flicking back up to tease your clit again.

“fuck, you taste so good,” he mumbles against you, voice muffled, his breath hot on your skin as he sucks harder, relentless.

your legs shake, thighs trembling, but he doesn’t let up, no, he licks faster, sloppy and desperate, his spit mixing with your slick, dripping down to the sheets.

you’re whining now, head thrashing, the ropes cutting into your wrists as you pull against them, but he’s got you locked in place.

he pulls back just enough to look at you, his chin glistening, eyes dark and wild. “y’gonna shake f’me, huh? m’not stoppin’ ‘til y’do.” then he’s back at it, tongue working you over, pushing you higher, your clit throbbing under the onslaught.

your first orgasm hits fast—too fast—your pussy clenching around nothing, a sharp cry tearing from your lips as your body jerks, waves of pleasure crashing through you. he doesn’t slow, doesn’t stop, just keeps licking, sucking, overstimulating you until you’re gasping, legs twitching uncontrollably.

“matt—fuck—too much—” you choke out, voice breaking, but he just grins against you, all lazy and smug.

“nah, y’can take it,” he says, pulling back to lick his lips, then diving in again. “m’not done with you yet.” his fingers join now; two slipping inside you, rough and slick, curling up to hit that spot that makes you see stars.

he pumps them fast, relentless, his tongue still flicking your clit, and you’re gone again, a second orgasm ripping through you, harder, messier, your pussy gushing around his fingers as you scream, your whole body shaking, ropes creaking against the bedframe.

he doesn’t let up, his mouth stays on you, licking you through it, his fingers fucking you deeper, stretching you, the wet squelch of it loud and obscene. your thighs clamp around his head, but he pries them open, growling low, “keep ‘em spread f’me,” and adds a third finger, the stretch burning, pushing you past pleasure into something raw and overwhelming. your head’s spinning, your voice hoarse from moaning, pleading—though you don’t even know what for anymore.

“matt, please, i can’t—” you whimper, your body trembling, overstimulated to the point of tears, but he just presses a sloppy kiss to your clit, sucking it hard again, and you’re done, a third orgasm crashing over you, your pussy pulsing, your legs kicking out, every muscle tensing then collapsing as you sob his name.

he keeps going, fingers slowing but still thrusting, tongue lapping at you softer now, drawing out every shudder, every twitch, until you’re a boneless mess, chest heaving, sweat slicking your skin.

“fuck, you’re so pretty when you fall apart,” he mutters, finally pulling his fingers out, slick and shiny, wiping them on your thigh as he sits back on his heels. his cock’s still hard, leaking, and he strokes it lazily, watching you with that smug, satisfied look. “m’so proud of you, takin’ all that.”

you’re wrecked, your limbs heavy, wrists raw from the ropes, pussy throbbing, wet and messy from his spit and your own cum. you can barely form words, just a weak, “matt…” as your head lolls, exhaustion claiming you.

he leans over, kissing your forehead, softer now, untying the ropes with slow, clumsy fingers. “you did so good f’me,” he says, voice low and lazy, pulling you into his chest, his sweat mixing with yours. “my little fucktoy.”

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[byechristopher]

(after) fights w/Chris.

-CHRIS STURNIOLO HEADCANONS.

Author's note: I am kinda back? I guess. Anyways, you know how it goes, I love fluff, I love angst. I feel like Chris is a stubborn mf, so I've got a lot to write about him. BTW. Give me requests.

Warnings: niente.

Chris, being a stubborn lil' shit, would never admit he's in the wrong. Definitely not in the beginning.

He would shout and scream to get his point across, especially if he felt like he was being wrongly accused.

I feel like he's the type to "hold grudges" for quite some time, not because he doesn't want to speak to you, but because he wouldn't know how to start talking about it.

Even when you two are not talking to each other, he'd do something to get your attention without trying to seem desperate or clingy (even though he is).

He'd make you your favorite meal, leaving the plate right beside you and then leaving right away, "uhm. I made you this. You didn't eat today."

He would also do things without you noticing; like put a lil' snack in your bag before you go to work, or tuck you in while you're sleeping, or take a strand of hair that's bothering you, tucking it behind your ear.

He would never be the first one to talk about it. Though, once you say "hey, let's talk"; it's over. He'll be begging for your attention and/or forgiveness.

"You know you're like.. the love of my life, yeah? I never want to hurt you."

He'd get super soft and gentle with you after every fight.

Cuddles and soft kisses to make you feel better would be his way to show you how sorry he is.

"I'm stupid. I didn't mean to shout. I'm sorry."

"I will forgive you.

Gimme a hundred kisses right now."

"Say no more."

And he would do exactly that; he'd spoil you with kisses with every chance he gets.

I just love cuddly and soft Chris after a fight. I want to squeeze him.

[bernardsbendystraws]

Fresh Air

Matt Sturniolo x Reader

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Summary: One night at a party seems to change everything. A strange man with a friendly smile and a sleeve of patchwork tattoos seems to make you feel at home for a change. You're finally happy to have made a good friend to lean on - especially when it comes to your not-so-great relationship with your boyfriend. But what happens if you lean too much...what happens if you fall?

Warnings: SMUT, p n v, unprotected sex, and more. Read at your own discretion.

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With love and big tits, Rose.

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17: Blue

wc: 2600+

I didn’t know what I was doing. 

Matt’s hands are tapping on the steering wheel, trees passing by as we drive further into the forest. The worst part was, I didn’t feel anxious. Not in the slightest. I just felt a little heavy. 

Did Manon and him ever sleep together?

“Alright,” he huffs, his hand reaching to the volume and turning down the music, “What’s up? I can practically hear you thinking.” 

I sit up a little straighter, shaking my head as I let out a sigh. “It’s… it’s n-”

“Uh-uh,” he tuts, “Just talk to me.” 

I wanna ask, I’m just not sure if I wanna know. Every possibility of them being close made me feel uneasy, almost like I was on a boat, floating and too dazed to do anything but feel sick. I let my palms run on the tops of my thighs. “I - what even happened? Did you two….”

Matt laughs dryly. “You’re worrying for nothing. It…it wasn’t very long. We started talking like a month before I met you… we went out on maybe three dates, never kissed, none of that. Well, one time we hugged and it was awkward as fuck.” 

The corners of my lips tug into a smile. Manon was a very affectionate person, a hug being awkward from her was hysterical. 

“I’m serious,” he says, looking over at me for a quick second before returning his gaze to the road. “Even if I hadn’t met you, I still would’ve broken things off. I like Manon, but just as a friend.” 

Relief pools over my skin. I take a deep breath, savoring how full my lungs feel before sighing. “Really? Sometimes I debate being a lesbian for her,” I joke. 

Matt glares at me from the corner of his eye. He shakes his head in disbelief, turning the car to drive down a dirt path. “That’s not funny,” he says. 

I crinkle my nose as I lean onto his shoulder. “I’d be a lesbian for you if you were a woman,” I announce, pressing a kiss to his cheek before relaxing back into my chair. 

The slight blush covering his face makes my heart beam with pride. I watch as his knuckles turn paler, his hand grasping the wheel tighter. “Stop it,” he murmurs, twisting the ring on his thumb as the car slowly stops.”Let’s just… let’s just go inside.”

___

The cabin was breathtaking. After getting our stuff settled in one room, the sun was already starting to set. Matt sat on the wooden chair next to me on the balcony from the room. I couldn’t help but shift every once in a while, the creaky wood uncomfortable below me. 

“You good?” Matt asks. 

“This fuckin’ chair hurts, how is your boney ass fine?” I huff. 

“How’s my boney ass fine and your–nevermind,” he cuts himself off, his eyes going wide. 

My body freezes from shifting around. I find myself in shock until my eyes squint towards his blushing cheeks. “My what?” I taunt. Quickly shaking his head, Matt refuses to speak. “Have you been looking at my ass? What’re-”

“I’m gonna jump off this balcony if you keep going, oh my god,” he sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. 

The air whistles, the orange glow more prominent as the sun sinks closer to the horizon. It’s so pretty. 

“Come over here.” 

Matt’s statement catches me off guard. I look over to see him patting his lap, his eyebrow cocked at me as he nudges his head downward. My heart hammers in my chest, my hands clutching onto the wood tighter as I suck in a breath. 

“What do you mean?” I question. 

Matt reaches over, grabbing my wrist gently. “I mean, come sit on my lap. You’ll actually get to enjoy the view instead of moving every five seconds,” he says. 

I hesitantly stand up, walking over to him. Being close isn’t something new, but right now it feels different. We’re alone. Miles away from any sort of interruptions. 

“Are you… are you su - oh,” I yelp, my hands balancing on his chest as he pulls me down into his lap. 

My eyes drift up to meet his, a certain reassurance glimmering in his eyes as he hugs me in closer, nudging his chin towards the view. “I’m sure, dollface. Now, look at the pretty view and stop thinkin’ so much.” 

I let my nails gently caress over his chest, admiring how his breath seems to waver for just a second. His hands cradling me in his lap seem to tug me even closer, his cheek squishing against the crown of my head as I look out to see the orange glow starting to fade. 

It’s so silent, yet so loud. Each wind callusing against my skin keeps me grounded to reality. The patter of his heart in his chest against my hand makes my mind go flat, all my attention surrounding him, surrounding us. 

And I love it. 

___

“Ready?” Matt asks, throwing a towel over his shoulder. I nod, following his footsteps out towards the hot tub in the back, the blue vibrance glistening on his bare skin as he stands in just his swim shorts. 

After watching the view, we still weren’t tired. Matt had suggested this almost immediately, going down and prepping everything while I changed into my swimsuit. I was slightly regretting the choice of swimwear. The air was fucking cold and the simple bikini and T-shirt didn’t do much to help. But then again, what swimsuit would?

“Come in before you freeze,” he laughs. 

Goosebumps are covering my skin. Matt sinks himself into the water, looking out towards the mountains. It’s a mouth-watering sight. His hair is already slightly damp, the silver chain around his neck shimmering in the moonlight. 

“How hot is it even?” I ask, peeling off the shirt and throwing it to the side with our towels. Water splashing from movement is barely audible over the bubbling jets, but a wave of silence after the question makes me look towards him, seeing him staring at me intensely. 

I bite back a smile as I watch his eyes go wide, his throat bobbing as he swallows thickly. “It’s um, it’s uh… sorry, what?” he says, shaking his head as he brings his eyes back to my face. 

The warm water is soothing as I dip my body in. I sit down, my hands hovering over the top bubbles as I snort with a muffled laugh. “First, you’re looking at my ass apparently-”

“Hey!” he exclaims, swatting me with water. His head looks down at the water, his voice quieter, “I’m sorry.” 

He genuinely sounds apologetic. I move closer to him, my shoulder bumping on his as I let my thighs swing over his lap. His hands almost immediately rest on my skin. “It’s okay… I kinda like it,” I whisper, my eyes twinkling up to his for just a second, my nails grazing over the wet skin of his chest. 

“I - really?” he asks, breathlessly as his chest starts to heave for more air. 

I nod slowly, staring directly into his eyes as the water reflects into them. Everything is just so… blue, so calming. 

It feels like a breath of fresh air, the purest I had ever tasted. 

Subconsciously, our bodies seem to lean into each other. As the tips of his nose bumps mine, I feel my lips part, greedy for more air as it seems to get thinner. 

“Can I k–”

“Kiss me already,” I interrupt. 

Matt’s hand curls around the back of my neck, his nose pressing into my cheek as he tilts his head to the side. 

His lips meet mine with passion, full of energy as he moves his mouth against mine. My stomach twirls with butterflies, traveling up into my chest as I stable myself with his shoulder. 

This feels good. The other kiss was also good, but this was different. This was passion, this was desperate. 

His hand floats back down to my thigh, groping the skin under the water as he leans even further into me. I let the water carry me towards him, straddling him as I plant myself down in his lap. 

“Oh shit,” he husks, breaking away from the kiss as I feel it, feel him. 

It’s instinct. I let my hips shift, grinding his hard length into my core. The layers blocking between us feel so thin, the subtle movement of him chasing his hips upwards making me grasp harder onto his shoulders. 

As our eyes meet, I see a hint of hesitation in his eyes. “What’s wrong? Do you not want this?” I ask, slightly lifting myself up. 

Matt’s hands hold my hips tightly, keeping me in place as I try to sit down next to him. “No, I just… I want you to be completely sure. I don’t want this to be a heat of the moment kind of thing,” he huffs, looking to the side. 

I grab his chin softly, redirecting his gaze back to me, “Matt,” he bites on his lip as he looks at me intently, “I am sure. I’m sure about all of it.” 

“What about Hayden? What about Manon? It’s… I just don’t want this to only be here, when we’re alone,” he mutters. 

My heart pounds with overbearing emotions, my hands clasping on either side of his face as I make him look directly into my eyes. 

“I… I wasn’t sure then, but I am now. Nothing’s ever felt so right - or effortless. Manon and you… I understand why everything happened the way it did. You make me feel secure, you always have, it hasn’t changed how I feel. And Hayden…” I sigh, rubbing my thumb over his beard stubble, “Hayden can go fuck himself.” 

Matt smiles proudly at my remark. “Atta girl,” he praises, his hands massaging my hips as I blush at the words of endearment. 

“I’m serious,” I announce, feeling the words with every part of my soul, “I don’t care about anything as long as I have you. No matter how much chaos it is, I just…” 

Matt leans forward, his lips placing gentle kisses on my collarbone. “You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this moment.” My hands tangle in his hair as he starts to suck gently as the skin. I feel the slight vibration of his hum against me, his teeth slightly nibbling into me. “Fuck, you don’t know what you’re doin’ to me, sweetheart,” he purrs. 

Sweetheart. Fuck. 

My body reacts before I can process a single thing. My hands tighten in his hair, my hips rocking as I lower myself back onto his lap. I feel his hands squeeze on my hips, a slight laugh echoing through the air. 

“You really like that name, huh?” he tuts. 

As I go to respond, a sharp gasp pushes through my lips, the feeling of his hardness gliding up against my core making me run speechless. 

“C’mon, I wanna hear you say it,” he urges, his hands traveling up my sides, his palms resting over my ribcage as his thumbs swivel directly below my breasts. 

I want him to touch me. I want him to touch me so bad. My mind feels numb, every inch of my skin burning with desire as I tilt my head to give him more access. “I love it.” 

His tongue glides over the freshly made mark. “Oh, you love it, huh…” 

Fuck. The tone of his voice is driving me insane, each movement from his lips and hands making me nothing but a puddle of bliss. I feel like I’m melting, completely palpable to his touch, being worshipped by his adoration and the moonlight at the same time. 

“God,” I breathe, my hands scratching into his scalp as his lips find my sweet spot. Matt hums against my neck, sucking even harder as my thighs tense with pleasure. 

“What do you… what do you want, baby?” he asks, completely breathless as he lays sloppy kisses down my neck, “-what can I give you, hm?”

My mouth draws open as I feel the ache between my legs grow with intensity. “I… want you. All of you, I - please,” I whine. 

“Yeah?” he taunts, his hand traveling behind my back hesitantly fiddling with the straps of my bikini top, “-want me to fuck you under the stars?” 

Even his words make my body tense with twists of knots and pleasure. I nod quickly, shrugging off the straps of my bikini top as I let him slide it off my body. My nipples perk in the cold air, his hand caressing underneath my breast as he attaches his lips to the bud. 

His eyes peek up at me as he suctions his mouth on the sensitive skin. I bite on my lower lip, my heart dropping to the pit of my gut as I watch his tongue swirl around before sloppily licking over my chest. 

My hips grind down into his lap more desperately with each lap of his tongue. Matt groans against me, struggling to keep his attention on my chest as he lets himself move to meet my actions. 

“I don’t… don’t have a condom,” he pants. 

I reach downward, tugging at the hem of his shorts, “Don’t care. I need you, need you now. Let’s… worry later.” 

Matt seethes as I pull out his hard length. His fingers dig into either side of my waist as I gently rub along his tip with my thumb, guiding it over the bridge of my swim bottoms. “Please, fuck.” 

His whimper seems to make me even more desperate. I slide his tip under the fabric, not bothering to take the swimsuit off. 

Our breaths catch at the same time, our eyes meeting as I feel him bare against me. Matt’s hands on my hips gently push me down onto his length, the stretch making me arch into him as I let my head fall onto his shoulder.

“Mmmmm,” he moans, cradling the back of my head as he gently rocks his hips up, bottoming out inside of me. 

Every part of my body feels like lava, warm and palpable with pure euphoria. I start to grind myself onto him, shrieking as I feel him rut up into me. 

“Does - it - feel - fuckkkkkkk,” he gasps, “-tightening around me so fucking good, sweetheart. I - shit,” he seethes, his thrusts becoming rhythmic as I start to kiss along his neck. 

Cries of pleasure spill from my lips as I clutch onto him. The knot in the pit of my stomach grows with each languid thrust, the closeness of our bodies making me feel completely at peace. 

It’s more than physical. 

“Matt, I…” 

“Shhhh, shhh,” he soothes, placing a hand on the small of my back as he pushes me to arch even further into him, the new angle making my eyes roll back while my thighs tense. Matt keeps me in place, making the overbearing pleasure even more intense. “Just let it feel good. Let - let me make you feel good.” 

It’s more than good. My body starts to helplessly writhe, pinned in place as he makes me feel every single thing. 

“Gonna - I - Matt-” 

Matt holds me even closer, kissing my temple as he whispers, “You got it, c’mon, I - I’m right behind you, doll.” 

Waves of euphoria crash over me. My legs practically vibrate as I feel myself convulse around him, sparks of white clouding my vision as I feel his cum spill inside of me. 

“Fuck. You’re perfect,” he husks, his fingers hooking beneath my chin as he guides my head upwards, leaning his forehead against mine. “Fuckin’ perfect.”

[blushsturns]

𝜗𝜚 can you get off from just matt sucking on your tits?

title: needy

warnings: f!receiving, m!receiving, grinding, use of nicknames (baby, sweetheart, doll), fingering, handjob, titty play, degrading (if you squint), pure filth!

word count: 3866

There was something about being in Matt’s lap as you straddle his waist, your hips coming in contact with his hardened bulge against your hot core that drove you absolutely crazy. You don’t know what had gotten into you, but you were feeling extra needy tonight and after hours of waiting for Matt to finish streaming with Nick and Chris, you couldn’t wait any longer. You were so close to getting between his legs and sucking him off while he tries to focus on his game, but you knew better than that. You almost cried in relief when Matt finally turned off the stream and took off his headphones. You had caught him sneaking glances at you, without trying not to get too distracted from the game, and all you were doing is laying on your stomach on your shared bed with your shirt raised up and your pretty ass cheeks swallowed by 

Here you were now, perched onto Matt’s knee and rubbing yourself up against him in only one of his oversized tees and your lacy panties covering your already slick arousal. You could feel his hardened cock twitching immensely against your core through the fabric of his sweatpants.

Your breathing was becoming more rapid as the seconds passed, your heart was already beating straight out of your chest from the exhilaration running through you. 

Matt groaned as you continued to rut your hips against his hardened bulge and using it to your own pleasure and satisfaction. You couldn’t help it; you were so damn needy and needed him in all the ways he was willing to give you. 

Both of your eyes locked together in an intense gaze, his strong, larger hands placed against your hips to hold your body in place as you rolled your hips onto him causing both of your moans to mix together and echo throughout the four walls surrounding you. Your panties were damp already, leaving a wet spot on the front and seeping through onto Matt’s sweatpants. Neither of you cared; it was actually quite a turn on to see how turned on you get for him. 

“Fuck, you needy little thing.” Matt breathed out through labored pants, his hands moving up underneath your oversized tee shirt and running his fingers along your bare skin causing an immediate shudder to run down your spine at his touch. “You just couldn’t wait for me to finish streaming could you? You just had to act like a little slut, making it hard for me to concentrate on my game with you right behind me, looking gorgeous and sexy as fuck knowing damn well what you were doing, didn’t you?”

You whimpered at his words, rolling your hips against him and gasping softly at the friction between his hardened cock and your needy, dripping core. You nodded your head at his words, moving your arms to wrap them around his neck to pull him impossibly closer to your body. Your hand moved up into his hair, your fingers running throughout his tousled locks and gave them a gentle tug causing a groan to escape his lips. “I can’t help it, baby. Hearing you groan and cuss in frustration.. reminds me what you sound like when you’re pounding into me rough, and deep, just the way I like it.” Your words were filled with need, want, lust. You wanted him more than ever and you were getting needier and needier by the second.

He growled at your words which only seemed to turn you on even more and without saying another word, he pressed his lips against yours in a deep, passionate kiss causing you to gasp in surprise. He moved his hands to cup your jaw with a bit of force, his thumbs digging into your cheekbones as your eyes fluttered closed and immediately pressed your lips back onto his hungrily, a soft moan muffling against them.

Your fingers tug onto his hair to pull his head impossibly closer to you, your lips moving together in perfect unison. You could feel his cock continuing to pulse and twitch against your clothed core, your slick arousal practically dripping inside of your panties and against Matt’s thigh.

He moved one of his hands away from your jaw to your neck to wrap his fingers around it in a firm grip, causing you to gasp out against the kiss. Your lips moved together hungrily and the taste of his lips on yours only drove you more insane, making you want him even more. He traced his tongue along your bottom lip, begging for entrance which you gladly accepted and parted your lips to collide your tongue with his almost immediately. 

Your tongues moved together messily, battling for dominance before he began to suck on your tongue causing a slight moan to escape from your lips against his mouth as you rut your hips forward into his hardened crotch. 

Kissing Matt was like the first time every single time. He knew what to do, and how to do it. Your body was on fire, your heart was racing quick, and butterflies roamed in your tummy from the feeling of his lips on yours, and his tongue in your mouth. You could feel yourself growing more wet in your panties, and fuck it was driving you insane how much you needed him. 

He was the first one to pull away, both of you breathless and gasping for air. That didn’t stop him from pulling his hand away from your neck and moving both of his hands underneath your shirt, running his fingers up and down your bare sides as he began peppering kisses to your jawline and down to your neck and against your collarbone. 

The feeling of his lips against your skin made your body tingle all over and your heart to continue to race rapidly in your chest. Your head tilted back to give him more access to your neck, a soft whimper leaving your lips as his tongue traces against your collarbone and towards the base of your neck, leaving love bites behind for a story only the two of you will share. You loved being covered in love bites by Matt, it was a little reminder that you were his and no one else’s. Your fingers threaded through his tousled hair and tugged onto a fistful of his hair as he continued to suck, lick, and nibble against your skin. 

“Matt..Please.” You whimpered out desperately, pushing your hips forward into him and biting gently onto your own bottom lip which still had Matt’s taste lingering against it. Your slick arousal coated your panties and against his sweatpants. You swore you never been more turned on in your entire life, your body buzzing with electricity and exhilaration. 

His hands caressed your bare sides before gripping your hips tightly to push your body up against his even more. The pad of his thumbs pressed into your hip bones, moving slow, lazy circles against your skin and causing a drawn out moan to escape from your lips. “Such a needy girl, aren’t you, sweetheart? What do you need, hm?” His words were velvety smooth, filled with desire and need. He slowly lifted your shirt up over your head and allowing it to fall onto the ground, revealing your plump, pretty breasts to him. Your nipples were already hard, sending a cold sensation to brush against them and a shudder to run down your spine. 

You gasped softly as his fingers immediately traced over your hardened nipples, his thumb and index fingers tweaking the nubs between his fingers, causing a louder moan to escape your lips and an instant gush of wetness to pool in your panties. You fucking loved your nipples being played with, and Matt knew that.

Whether they were being played with, pinched, or sucked on, you fucking loved it and it turned you on immensely. Matt was aware, loving the way your head falls to your shoulder and your face full of bliss and pleasure, your lips parted with the sweetest little moans falling from them. It was like music to ears and he swore he could get off just from seeing you receive the pleasure he gives you. 

You roll your hips along his knee to grind against it, the friction of his knee rubbing against your soaking wet and needy pussy only causing you to moan out some audible sounds, sounding needier than ever. “Matt..” His name falling from your lips as you gasp softly when you feel him lean forward to begin flicking his warm tongue along your hardened bud and swirling it around before immediately latching his lips against it, sucking onto it like his life depended on it, a muffled moan escaping his lips. You gasp softly as you only rut your hips against his knee even messier, moving your arms to wrap lazily around his neck, your fingers finding fistfuls of his hair and tugging onto it to push his face closer to your breast.

“Hm? I can’t hear you.” He pulled away from your breast to speak, his lips curving up into a devious smirk as he looks up at you, his ocean blue eyes had darkened, clouded with lust and desire. He used his free hand to grope your other breast, his thumb circling along the hardened bud. “I need to hear what you need, sweetheart. What is it that you need? Tell me or I won’t do anything.”

You practically groaned in desperation, your pussy drooling with your own arousal and clenching around absolutely nothing as you roll your hips against his sweatpants. You moved one of your hands down in between your bodies and lifted your hips slightly so you can help pull his sweatpants down just enough to allow his cock to spring free and instantly moaning at the sight of his hardened cock, the pink shiny tip glistening with pre-cum. Your hand immediately wrapped around his cock and squeezed the base, causing a groan to erupt from Matt’s throat. 

Your body was shaking with adrenaline and desperation, heat pooling in your tummy and your heart beating rapidly in your chest. He tilted his head onto his shoulder, constant groans leaving his lips as you continued to pump his cock in your palm, your thumb circling along the glistening tip before pulling your hand away to bring your thumb up between your lips and immediately taking it past your lips for a quick taste. The delectable, satisfying taste made your taste buds go crazy, closing your eyes as you take in the sweet taste, a soft moan escaping from your needy lips. 

You open your eyes to see Matt staring at you so intently like he could eat you in seconds if you’d let him, and God you wanted him to right this very second. You brought both of your hands back to place against his shoulders to hold yourself up to keep yourself stradling on his waist. “Need you in all the ways, baby. Please. I can’t take it anymore. Need you so badly.” You moan out in desperation, biting gently onto your bottom lip, tasting him still on your own lips. 

He moved his hand between the both of you and immediately found your soaking wet, throbbing clit and began to rub you through your lacy, completely soaked panties. “Fuck, you’re literally drenched f’me, sweetheart.” He moaned out in approval, moving forward to pepper kisses against your jawline, his tongue tracing along your sweet skin and causing your head to roll back against your own shoulder as you press your hips into his hand. You were so needy at this point, so desperate, and willing to take anything that he was willing to give you. Absolutely anything. 

His finger practically slipped into your slick pussy without even moving your panties out of the way, as they were completely drenched at this point. You swore you had never been more soaking wet in your entire life, but you weren’t complaining, and obviously neither was Matt. 

Matt fucking loved eye contact, especially during intimate times like this. He kept his eyes on you the whole time as his finger found place deep inside of your cunt, immediately hearing the way it squelched against his single digit and feeling it clench. He let out a moan of approval, licking over his lips in a hungry motion as his eyes fall down to between your bodies as you begin to rut your hips against his finger buried in your cunt as he began to thrust in and out your tight pussy, going deeper within each and every thrust. “Oh..fuck.” You gasped out in pleasure, your heart beating rapidly in your chest and sweat glistening against your forehead and pooling into your hairline as you throw your hair over your shoulder to get it our of your way.

You rode his singular finger, his palm cupping your entire center and brushing against your clit with each and every movement. His cock twitched against your thigh as you rubbed yourself against him, heat radiating off your body and onto him. He used his strong grip to rip your panties from off you, causing you to gasp as the shredded material fell to the ground. 

Watching Matt be truly in his element was such a turn on and you needed him desperately. Your slick arousal was coating his bare leg as you pushed your hips into him, immediately gasping out loud as you felt him slip his ring finger inside of you, motioning the “come- hither” with both of his fingers now deep inside of your cunt. 

Your cunt was filled with his fingers, immediately clenching around them as he began to thrust them in and out of your tight hole, his palm cupping your pussy as the sounds of your wet pussy squelches around his long, slender fingers. “Fuck fuck fuck!” You moan out in pure ecstasy, your tits bouncing nearly in Matt’s face as you continue to rut your hips against his lap. His cock twitched immensely against your thigh as you moved your hand down to wrap your fist around his leaking, throbbing cock and began to pump him at the same pace as his fingers were moving inside of you. 

“God, you look so fucking pretty f’me, don’t you, doll? Taking my fingers deep inside this tight little cunt. It’s like your cunt was made for me, wasn’t it, sweetheart?” His words were thickened with lust and desire as he peppered kisses against your collarbone and moving his lips further down to the top of your breasts, running his tongue along your sweet skin. Your body shuddered at his words and the feeling of his tongue against your skin. 

You rode his fingers like it was your full time job, putting in the work and effort to get the job done, but the bonus was it made you feel so fucking good and you didn’t want it to end. His palm created friction against your throbbing clit with each and every movement of his fingers deep inside of you. Your cunt swallowed his fingers perfectly and squelching with each and every thrust. 

“Tell me, doll.” Matt said with a bit of sweetness in his voice, looking up at you as he grabs your plump breast and flicks his tongue over your hardened nipple once again. “Tell me this cunt is mine. Tell me that no one else has ever, and will ever make you feel this good, but me. This cunt is all f’me. isn’t it, doll?”

You nodded your head instantly as you listened to him speak, incoherent moans falling from your lips as he begins to suck onto your hardened bud, his tongue flicking around it repeatedly as he continues to stare up at you. You continue to ride his fingers as they only dive deeper into your tight, wet cunt, your hand trying desperately to keep up with pumping his throbbing hard cock, but all you could seem to focus on was your pleasure, as selfish as that was.

He didn’t seem to mind, though. His attention was solely focused on you and making sure you feel good and finally getting you to cum.

But then he pulled his fingers out of you, causing you to immediately whine out desperately at the loss of contact, rutting your hips against his leg and crying out, “Matty, why did you do that?” You almost were on the brink of tears, your face flushed and your body shaking tremendously. “More. Need it.”

He let out a laugh, immediately bringing his fingers that were coated in your juices to his own lips and sucking them clean while moaning in satisfaction at the delectable taste. “Gonna make you cum just from me sucking on your nipples and playing with ‘em, baby. Think you can do that?” 

You’ve never done it before, but Matt knew how soaking wet you got just from him paying full attention to your tits. He loved playing with them and sucking on them and honestly, you loved watching him do it. That alone could probably get you to cum in seconds.

You were already so damn close to your orgasm, your pussy dripping your arousal against his leg. Your hand moved up and down his shaft, feeling it twitch against your fist as your thumb circled the shiny tip, repeating the same motion as you watched Matt’s eyes roll back to his head, pleasure filling his entire body from your hand alone.

“Fuck, keep doing that while I suck on your pretty tits, baby. Wanna see you make a mess on my thigh.”

Your body was shaking and glistening with sweat and all you could focus on was Matt now giving his full attention to your tits, sucking onto your nipple while his pointer finger and thumb tweaked the other hardened bud. You were such a slut for nipple play, you loved it so much and Matt seemed to love sucking on your tits just as much, if not more.

Matt licked, sucked, and nipped your hardened nipple, his eyes staying locked onto yours the entire time as you pushed your pathetic, desperate hips onto his lap, your slick arousal creating a wet patch on the sheets below and down his leg and he moaned against your nipple as he rolls his tongue along it. 

You looked down to watch him in his element; his lips latching around your nipple like he was made specifically for this, just to pleasure you and get you to cum. 

Your hand wrapped around his aching cock harder, squeezing him with each and every tilt of your wrist, your thumb circling along the leaking, shiny pink tip. Your hand movement was sloppy, but Matt didn’t seem to notice, or care given his moans we’re only growing louder against your flesh, rutting his own hips up against your hand. 

He paid attention to your other nipple, giving it the same attention as the other, sucking and licking the hardened bud along his tongue which his fingers pinched the other, causing your body to shake with pleasure rolling through you, mewling out desperate whines that echoed the four walls before you, your hand sloppily pumping his hardened cock as it twitched immensely, signaling he was close, just like you were.

The feeling of your sopping wet pussy grinding against his leg and the feeling of mouth on your tits was too much to bare. “G-gonna cum, baby! Fuck!” You cried out desperately, throwing your head back onto your shoulder and rolling your hips along his lap.

“Come on, sweetheart. Cum all over me like the good girl you are. Just from me sucking on your tits, huh? Pathetic little slut.” He sucked onto your nipple, rolling his tongue along it and flicking it repeatedly, his eyes staying locked onto yours the entire time.All it took was Matt’s encouraging words and the final permission for him to let you cum and you tipped over the edge. 

Loud moans spilled from your lips as the pressure snapped and you allowed your orgasm to take full control of your body while rutting your hips up into Matt and dripping your well deserved arousal against his leg and spilling on the bed sheets before you. Your body shook with pleasure with a shudder running down your spine and electricity shooting through your veins. Your breathing was labored as you tried to breathe properly, your vision hazy from the intense orgasm that just rippled through you. You could feel your sweet slick against his thigh, your hips coming to a halt as you finished riding out your orgasm. 

“Fuck, baby.” Matt moaned out, watching you the entire time in complete and utter awe. “So fucking good f’’me.” He pulled away from your now overly sensitive nipples, rutting his hips up into your hand, his eyes now gazing down before you both, looking at the mess you made on his thigh, his lips curving into a devious smirk. “So good f’me. Can you be a good girl and make me cum, hm?”

You nodded your head immediately to his words, a soft moan leaving your lips as you put your attention solely onto Matt and making sure he reaches his orgasm. Your hand picks up the pace, squeezing and twisting your hand against his shaft as you pump his cock repeatedly, squeezing him fully as your thumb continues to circle along the tip. He immediately groans in pleasure, throwing his head back against his shoulder and pushing his hips up into your hand. 

He fucks your hand, his breathing growing quicker and his moans becoming louder. “Fuck, gonna cum. Just like that, sweetheart. Yes, so good.” He hissed his words out before eliciting another loud groan, pushing his hips up into your hand as you squeeze his cock and immediately gasping in surprise as his cum shoots out in white, sticky ropes against his abdomen and yours, and all over your hand as he fucks your hand through his intense orgasm, your name falling from his lips. 

You loved watching Matt cum, especially knowing you could get him to feel like this. He waited a couple seconds before opening up his eyes to look down at the mess he made against the both of you, a lazy smirk appearing onto his lips. “Fuck, and all of this started because you were such a needy little thing.”

You flashed him a proud smile before taking your cum coated fingers and bringing them to your lips, instantly placing them between your lips and taking in the sweet taste of his cum. You licked over your lips once you pulled your fingers out, leaning forward to press a sweet, soft kiss against his lips so he can taste himself on your lips. 

He moaned against the kiss, kissing you back fully and deeply, a smirk still evident on his face as he pulled away, your forehead resting against his. “You like it though, hm?”

“Fucking love it, and you, my needy girl.”

You were his needy girl, and damn proud of it.

notes: first smut that i wrote in awhile. i hope you enjoyed this. if you have any requests or just wanna chat, my inbox is always open!

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[sagesturns]

Live Photo

Summary: Matt had never hated a live photo more, yet deep down, he knew he'd always love it to the core because it was something he could never fully let go of. Something he couldn’t erase, no matter how hard he tried.

Contains: angst

The party was loud. The bass of the music rumbled through Matt's chest, vibrating the couch he was slumped on. Lights flashed in chaotic patterns, streaks of red, blue, green, white—blinding him in every direction. The people around him seemed to disappear into the rhythm of the music, swaying and moving in sync, their voices rising and falling in a blur of laughter and shouts.

But he didn’t care.

Nick had vanished along with most of his friends out on the patio, and Chris was somewhere else with his own friends, gossiping about something which really did not concern Matt. The crowd was too much, too overwhelming, too loud. The air felt thick with sweat, the smell of cheap beer, and something else—something he couldn’t name. But it didn’t bother him. Not anymore.

He just released his body into the old sofa cushions, hugging the sleeves of his hoodie tighter as if it might save him from anything. He could still feel the vibration from the speakers under the floor, the pulse of the beat, but he wasn’t listening. He wasn’t there, not really.

It was all noise—just background to the silence inside his head.

He got his phone out of his pocket and idly scrolled around. Scrolling through social media, he briefly skimmed a couple of comments from his friends without engaging with any of their notifications, like annoying little electronic flies buzzing around his head. None of it interested him. The screen was just a way to distract himself from everything happening around him—and, more importantly, from everything happening inside of him.

He idly swiped the thumb over the app one by one until it reached the photo gallery.

It was instinct, a part of him that reached for the past without even thinking. He tapped it open.

At first, there were just random pictures—some blurry shots from parties, selfies with his brothers, a few candid moments with friends. But then, something stopped him.

A photo of you.

It was an old one. One from before everything had changed. A time when things felt… easier. The memory of it hit him in a way he wasn’t prepared for.

His chest tightened. He hadn't meant to stumble on it, hadn't meant to open it. But there it was. You were smiling—really smiling—in that picture. Your eyes were bright, like you were in on some private joke that only the two of you shared. Your laugh, captured in that moment, was so genuine, so alive. The strobe lights flashed in his peripheral vision, but they appeared out of reach, even unreal. The voices, the laughter, the wild beat of the party—all mellowed. He couldn’t even hear the music anymore. All sound was swallowed up by the vision of your smile, your face, the picture of pure joy, and it was almost impossible to take in.

He hadn’t realized how much he missed you—how much he’d been avoiding that feeling. He fixated on the photo, as if he was being choked by the lack of something he didn't know how to restore.

For a brief second it got stuck in a pause, his thumb touching the screen, hesitant. He wasn't willing to revisit that portion of his life. Not now. But the longer he stared at your face, the harder it was to look away. And when he swiped along the screen he, spontaneously, tapped on the photo.

And then it happened.

The photo blinked. The screen flickered. And the sound came back—your laugh. It wasn’t loud at first, just a soft giggle, like a memory drifting through the air. But then it grew. Clearer. Louder. Real.

It was as if he could also hear it, even now, even with the music at such great volume, your laugh felt like the loudest melancholy in the world. Just then, the world around him started to blur.

His breath caught in his throat. It was like hearing a ghost—like you were suddenly right there with him. It was a joke he hadn’t heard in ages and yet it seemed such a fresh, real, experience, as though to experience the heat of it.

The sound of it did something to his heart. Something sharp. Something heavy. His breath became caught, and he felt himself to be somberly holding his breath.

He looked back over the photo, experiencing the burn in his throat. The image was alive. You were so alive in it, your smile stretching wide, your eyes full of happiness, your face glowing with something so pure, so real. It was a snapshot in time, an almost forgotten memory.

And then, the sound of your laugh… it hit him like a wave.

It wasn’t just the sound of you laughing anymore. It was a force, almost overwhelming. The music from the party seemed to fade out completely, as if it couldn’t compete with it. The laughter filled the entire space around him, even though no one else could hear it. It was the loudest object in the world, as a sound effect of something so beautiful this was almost unbearable to recall.

He shut his eyes for a moment, and did his best to resist a feeling of lump in the pit of his stomach.

The laugh was so familiar, yet so foreign now. It felt like he’d forgotten how much it meant to hear it. Forgotten how it used to make his heart race, how it made everything feel lighter, simpler. Like everything was okay. Like you were okay.

The more he listened, the more his heart twisted.In that moment, everything he’d been avoiding—the regret, the guilt, the silence that had come after—suddenly rushed back to him. It was all so clear.

He missed you. More than he was ready to admit. More than he was willing to let himself feel.

The picture was still on his phone. The smile, the joy, the love that seemed to radiate from it. He almost didn’t want to look at it anymore. It was too much, too painful to see something so perfect, something so real, that was lost now. That was gone.

He sat for ages, thumb poised over the glass, the sound of laughter still ringing in his head, and the world kept going, ticking to a beat. But to him, it was all a blur.And as the sound of your laughter faded away, he knew he would never forget it. Never forget how it made him feel.

He just didn’t know how to get it back.

Word count: 1k

a/n: first matt angst. hope yall like ittt! tysmm for all the love on my recent fics, cant be more grateful, love you all <3

Tags: @sweetshuga

@sagesturns

[writtenbyan-aries]

hiiii I lit love your sturniolo fics!!! could you do one where reader comes home to their house after a night out and when she’s in the kitchen h Matt comes in to make sure she’s okay?? kinda cute maybe friends to lovers?? but I don’t rllt want smut if that’s ok

Summary: Matt and reader talk in the kitchen after coming home from a night out

Warnings: swearing, slightly drunk!reader, friends to lovers, fluff

Word Count: 2.1K | unedited

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You let out a sigh as you finally seen the familiar door come into view, “Thank god.” You mumble as you dig your keys from your purse.

You look up, not seeing any lights on, so you knew you had to be as quiet as you possibly could.

You slipped your key into the lock, slowly turning it before giving the door a gentle push, popping it open. You step in, and take your key out before closing the door behind you.

As you turn, you bend down, dropping your heels on top of the other guys sneakers and you place your hand on the wall, catching yourself before you fall over.

You press your lips together, bringing hand to your mouth as you stifle back your drunken laughter. You take a second to compose yourself before you carefully make your way up the steps.

You grip the railing, pulling yourself up as you trek your way to the top. It was dark, but you’ve been here many times before, so you know you’re way around the house well.

You step into the kitchen, flicking the light on as you walk by the switches. You quietly hum to yourself as you walk over, reaching up to pull the cupboard doors open.

Your head tilts to the side as your eyes scan over all of the snacks and food sitting on the shelves.

You let out a quiet sigh and turn around, jumping when you see Matt leaning against the doorframe, “Holy shit.” You giggle, “You scared me!”

Matt chuckles, “Didn’t mean to do that, what are you doing?”

“You need a-a bell or something.” You turn around, leaning against the counter to hold yourself up, “I walked from the bar, I used my key.“

Matt shakes his head, “No, I mean like, here. In the kitchen.” You laugh, “Oh, I was hungry. Did I wake you up?” He reaches up, pushing his hood down to run his fingers through his hair, “No. I’ve been up. Knew you were out, wanted to make sure you were good.”

You smile, “Aren’t you a gentleman.”

He furrows his brows, “Are you drunk?”

“I.. may or may not be a little inebriated.” You laugh and he shakes his head with a smirk, “Did you have fun?”

You scoff, rolling your eyes, “Mm, I wouldn’t go that far.” He crosses his arms, “What happened?”

“Can I tell you after I get out of this dress and get something to eat?” You pout and he nods, “What do you want? I’ll make it while you go change.”

You let out a sigh, “I would love a grilled cheese.”

“Coming right up.” Matt smiles as he walks over to the stove, “There’s a basket with your stuff in the spare, or you can take some of mine, whatever works.”

You walk behind him, your hand gently running over his back, “Thank you, Matt.” He nods, shaking his head, “I don’t know how you wear that thing.”

“What? You don’t like it?” You tease as you look down at your dress, and Matt laughs slightly, “I didn’t say that. I just mean it looks kinda uncomfortable.”

“Speak for yourself.” You giggle, “If you ever want to try it on, just ask.”

“Ha, ha. Very funny.” Matt rolls his eyes and reaches back to push you towards the door with a laugh, “Now go change.”

You make your way to the spare, grabbing a pair of shorts from the basket before making your way to Matt’s room. You grab his blue hoodie, taking off your dress before slipping it on over your head.

You make your way back out to the kitchen, walking up behind him. He looks over, doing a double take as he smirks, “Looks good on you.”

“Comfy, too.” You smirk, walking over to get a water from the fridge, “How was your stream tonight?” You ask as you lift yourself onto the counter, “Seemed like it was good.”

“You watched the stream?” Matt glances at you in surprise, “weren’t you at the bar?”

You nod, “I did, okay. So. Wait, do you want the full story, or the short story?” He slides your grilled cheese into the plate and hands it to you, “I got all night, so give me the long story.”

You take the plate, setting it down on your lap, “okay.” You take a bite and give it a second before speaking, “So, Stella picked me up from my house, right? Then we went and got Liza and Taylor. We made it to the first bar, and after maybe one or two drinks, Liza seen her ex with another girl.”

“Luke, right?“ Matt asks as he walks to stand in front of you, “The one she isn’t over?”

You smirk slightly at him remembering stuff you’ve told him before, but little did you know, Matt could listen to you talk about anything forever.

He loved the sound of your voice.

“Right.” You nod, “So after they had an exchange, she ended up going home with him, or wherever to..” you lift your hands to add air quotes, “Fix things.”

“So she left you and the others at the bar?” Matt raises his brows as you nod, “Wow, okay. Then what happened?”

“So that bar was dead and Stella said about going to a new one, the one I walked from and-“ Matt cuts you off, “You know you didn’t have to walk right? I could have came and got you?”

“I know, but I know how tired you get after streaming most nights, so I just didn’t want to disturb you or anything like that.”

Matt shakes his head, “Like I said before, I couldn’t sleep even if I wanted to, especially knowing you weren’t home or here and you were also drinking.”

You extend your pink out, “I promise to always call you when I’m out drinking from now on.” He squints and reaches out to interlock his pinky with yours, “I’m going to hold you to it.”

You smile and watch as he slowly pulls his hand away from yours, “So, um. Anyway.” You take another bite of your sandwich, quickly chewing before letting out a sigh, “Stella takes us to this bar and it was better than the last, but then she started doing tequila shots, with a guy from her work I guess, and she ended up leaving with him!”

“Wait, she drove you guys didn’t she?” Matt asks and you nod, “Yep. Took her fuckin’ keys with her.”

He scoffs, “That’s ridiculous.”

You nod, “So then, I’m stuck with Taylor, who didn’t even want to come out in the first place. She barely spoke. So I seen you guys were streaming so I just sat there and watched that.”

He smirks, “I’ve never heard of anyone watching our stream in a bar before.”

“I can’t be your biggest fan if I don’t watch them where ever I am, Matt.” You tease and he laughs, “Wait.” He points, “Were you the one teasing me about my hair sticking up?”

You purse your lips, “No.”

“Y/n!” He laughs, “I should have known.”

You smirk, “Gotta fuck you one way or the other, right?” He laughs, leaning against the counter as he shakes his head, “So what happened with Taylor?”

“Oh right, she went up to get another drink, but after five minutes of her not coming back, I looked and she was gone.”

“Where did she go?” Matt asks and you shrug, “I didn’t know at first. But then on my way here she texted me, saying sorry she left and that she got a ride from her sister.”

“So everyone kinda ruined it in their own ways.” He frowns, “I’m sorry, y/n.” You shrug, “It’s fine, actually, watching your streams and getting drunk is literally so fun.”

“New video idea.” Matt laughs and you point, “Make sure you credit me for the idea.”

He rolls his eyes playfully, “Well duh, of course you’d get credit, I’d want you to be in it.”

You raise your brows, “Really?”

He nods, “Why wouldn’t I be? You’re like, our best friend, y/n.”

You nod, smiling slightly, “Do you think we’d be friends even if we both weren’t both YouTubers?” Matt nods, “Oh definitely.”

You smile bigger, “that’s good to hear.”

“Do you think so?” He asks and you nod, “A hundred percent.” You look over at him, letting out a sigh, “I don’t think meeting under any other circumstances would change the way I feel about you.”

“And.. just how do you feel about me, y/n?” Matt teases and you slide down off the counter, putting your plate in the sink, “How do you think I feel about you Matt?”

He laughs to himself, “I think you like me just a little bit more than my brothers.”

“Is that so?” You spin around, watching as he nods, “I mean, yeah. It is so.”

You tilt your head, “Let’s just say I did..” you shrug, “Then what?” He shrugs back, “You tell me.” You take a deep breath, “Wouldn’t that affect anything?” He furrows his brows, “Define, anything.”

“Like your videos. The viewers. I seen how people acted when they thought we were together that one time before.”

Matt shrugs, “Honestly, I don’t really care.”

Your eyes grow slightly wider, “about?”

“What you just said, so what if I want to be with you? You make me a hell of a lot more happy than sitting on stream and screaming at Chris, although, that is fun..” he laughs slightly, “I feel like it would just be so much better if we just stop putting our feelings to the side.”

Your heart was racing, the alcohol has fully worn off now.

“Is that what you want to do?” You look up at him and he shrugs, “Only if you do, I mean, I’m perfectly fine being friends, but I can tell you right now, me staring at you when you’re around or thinking about you when you’re not, isn’t going to stop.”

“I can see why people think we’re together.” You laugh slightly, reaching up to run a hand through your hair, “I mean, it would really be nice to finally not have to act like I’m not completely into you when there’s a camera rolling.”

He smirks, “So you admit that you do like me more than a friend?”

You scoff, “Pretty sure you’re the one who admitted it first, Matt.” You smirk, “I’m just agreeing with you.”

He walks over and wraps his arms around you, “We can keep it on the low for a little bit if you want.” You wrap your arms around his waist and you nod, “I mean, I don’t think anything is really changing, you know.”

You look up at him and he smirks, “I can tell you something that’s different.”

“Oh yeah?” You giggle, eyes bouncing between his lips and eyes, “Show me.” He leans down, gently pressing his lips on yours and you take a deep breath as he pulls away, “I like that.”

He wraps his arms around your head, taking in a deep breath as he kisses your head, “I like you, so much.”

You nod, “I like you, so much, too.”

He pulls you with him, back to his room, and for the next two hours, you guys talked quietly. You never ran out of things to talk about.

It was peaceful. It felt like you two were the only ones awake.

That was until Chris walks into Matt’s room, “Matt, are you-“ he stops, his eyes on you. You and Matt stare back at Chris until he sighs, “About fucking time.”

He turns around, closing the door behind him as he leaves. You and Matt laugh quietly with each other, resuming your conversation.

A little bit later, after a small moment of silence, “I like having these late night conversations with you.” Matt whispers, his hand stroking gently over your hair, “It’s nice.”

You nod, humming quietly against his chest, “Mhm.”

“Are you tired?” He asks with a quiet laugh, “You can go to sleep.”

You shift around, looking up at him, “I just don’t want to miss out on this.” He smirks, “Yeah, I know what you mean.” He presses a gently kiss to your forehead, “I don’t have plans tomorrow, so we can do this all day, baby.”

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Thank you so much for reading! I love you all so much! Catch you in the next one! 🖤

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[overflowingteacupoflove]

love evolves. Matt × Reader

Kindergarten.

When the teacher brought in three little boys, wide blue eyes and sandy blonde hair, you were ecstatic. New friends? Sign you straight up.

"Kids this is Matt,Nick,and Chris. They're triplets, how fun! I hope you all get along, yall can go take a seat next to Y/n over there." She points in your direction and soon 2 of the boys are running towards you and one is shyly walking behind them.

"Hi I'm Chris and this is Nick and that's Matt and- what are you drawing? it's pretty, can I draw with you?" The boy -Chris- rambles, his mouth moving faster than you can keep up and you nod, handing him a crayon.

He plops down next to you on a gray plastic chair as Nick takes a seat next to him on a pink one. Matt sits right next to you on a blue one.

"Hi! I'm Y/n, you wanna color?" You beam and hand him a blue crayon.

He nods and grabs the crayon, grabbing a piece of paper and ultimately scribbling all over it. You giggle and scribble on your own peice.

This wasn't love per say just two little kids coloring together but that's a start, right?

a pr3ttyf4wn scroll ☆

taglist ☆ @pearlzier @shadowthesim @chrissypoosworld

@raesalvatore @cup1dsd3ad @hrtsdollie @slxt4chriss @jetaimevous

@cherib3lla @mommykinks4matt @venusiers @chrispotatos

a/n: start of a series!!!! (does it count as a series if the series are blurbs??)

[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

[sturnswiftie]

'tis the damn season — m.s.

pairing ⟶ matthew sturniolo x !fem reader genre ⟶ angst, pining. word count ⟶ 4.3k

warnings ⟶ smut, unprotected sex, p in v, cheating.

snow blankets the small new england town, turning every road, roof, and branch into a picture-perfect image of the season. it’s the kind of stillness you can only find in winter—the muffled quiet that settles deep in your chest and makes you nostalgic for things you haven’t thought about in years.

you tighten your grip on the handle of your suitcase, gaze locked on the sturniolo household still standing tall before you. it looks the same as it always has with its weathered shutters and the christmas lights strung haphazardly along the gutters. the same inflatable santa bobs in the front yard, defying the frigid wind. it’s all so achingly familiar, and yet you know you’re only paying this much attention to avoid walking up those cement steps and facing the inevitable.

it's a strange feeling being here again, but you don’t have much of a choice. your parents had moved away after you left for college, uprooting the life they’d built here for a quieter one halfway across the country. visiting them for the holidays would have meant burning up the little vacation time you had left from school.

the sturniolos had offered without hesitation. they’d been like a second family to you growing up, and their door was always open. it was a comforting thought—or it would be if it didn’t mean facing the one thing you have to force yourself to stop thinking about.

before you can knock, the door swings open.

matt leans casually against the doorframe, hands shoved into the pockets of his baggy jeans. his hair is slightly mussed, like he’d just rolled out of bed, but he still looks good. he’d never really had a baby face in his teenage years, but somehow the cut of his jaw seems to get sharper every time you see him, the shadow of stubble decorating his pale skin in a way that nearly has you clenching your thighs. what remains almost always the same, however, are his eyes; bright and steady, holding an unreadable expression that flickers briefly only when landing on you.

“you’re early,” he says, voice low and even.

“you’re predictable,” you counter, lips twitching into a half-smile despite the way your heart skips a beat at the sound of his voice.

he raises an eyebrow, but you don't miss the subtle twitch of his mouth, like he's trying not to smile back at you. when you think he's going to respond, a light and airy voice cuts in before he can.

“matt? who’s at the door?”

your stomach tightens. you don’t have to see her to know who it is. the cheerful lilt in her voice is unmistakable, and you’d be lying if you said you haven’t spent an embarrassing amount of time looking through photos of her and matt on his mother’s facebook page. try as you might, that whole “forcing yourself to stop thinking about him” thing doesn’t always work.

“i’ll get your bag,” matt says quickly, stepping aside and avoiding your eyes entirely as you step into the painful world of complete nostalgia.

matt’s fiancé, willow, is everything you aren’t. she’s the type of girl that’s effortlessly kind, her smile bright enough to light up a room—forget needing a christmas tree. she reminds you of the kind of girl your mother used to beg for you to be, but she could never quite smooth out your rough edges, much to her dismay. you can’t help but think about how much she would love matt’s soon-to-be-wife, the thought making your gut coil painfully.

willow doesn’t seem to notice. she’s all too warm in the way she greets you, pulling you into a hug like you’d known each other for years.

“it’s so nice to finally meet you!” she breathes into your ear, her enthusiasm genuine. “matt’s told me so much about you.”

“has he?” you question, forcing a smile. but your curiosity is genuine, and you find yourself turning to chris just in time to catch sight of his shit-eating grin.

“you serious? kid couldn’t stop asking about how long you’d be here, when you’d be here. ‘s like havin’ to calm down a kid waitin’ to see santa,” he teases. you know he’s probably exaggerating, especially when matt mutters an obscenity while punching his brother’s shoulder, but you can’t help the warmth that spreads through your body anyway.

in all her perfectness, willow doesn’t seem to think twice about chris’s teasing. a laugh falls from her mouth instead, the pretty girl still beaming as she turns to you and nods.

“he really does talk about you all the time—about growing up here and all the memories you guys share. it’s sweet,” she admits, gaze full of nothing but adoration as her hand finds matt’s once he’s close enough to her, his usually pale cheeks harboring a bit of a pink flush to them now and his smile somewhat uncomfortable.

your heart twists painfully at her words, but your face remains neutral, only mustering up the smallest upturn to the corners of your mouth in response. you’re sure there’s truth to matt talking about you, but it mostly serves to remind you that he’s so curious because outside of these little trips home—which are few and far between—the two of you don’t talk.

you could say it’s because you’re both just so busy, that it’s hard to maintain a friendship with so much distance between the two of you, that your lives are just going in such different directions. but deep down, without a smoke screen and the fear of wearing your heart on your sleeve the way matt always has, you know unanswered texts and missed calls from the boy you’ve always considered to be home has truly driven a wedge—one you feel you can’t dig out anymore.

while matt says nothing about everyone basically speaking for him, you can tell he’s avoiding your gaze entirely, and guilt swirls in your chest even as mary lou and the rest of the sturniolos parade you around the house, showering you with the kind of attention you’ve never been fond of simply because it puts you in the spotlight.

but you let them because you return the love these people have always had for you, a genuine smile resting on your mouth when mary lou finally ushers you to the couch with a warm cup of hot chocolate tucked between your icy hands.

“sweetheart, it’s been too long!” she exclaims, shaking her head. “how’s life treating you? are you eating enough? you’re staying through new year’s, right?” she asks, kind eyes expectant. you can’t help but laugh softly at her string of questions.

“just through christmas,” you correct her, but the words feel hollow in your mouth and guilt comes with the delivery. it never fails to feel as though you’re running every time these trips come to an end.

“you should stay longer,” the older woman immediately responds, undeterred. “it’s not the holidays without you here.”

you breathe out an awkward laugh at that, the rest of the family beginning to chime in about the fact that you’re more than welcome to stay as long as you want, memories of past holidays soon being brought up. it’s all nice, and it makes you feel all the warm fuzzies that you don’t normally allow for yourself, but it doesn’t change your mind.

staying here any longer is dangerous, and you know it. for as long as you can remember, you’d ached to get out of here. growing up in a small town, surrounded by the same people and the same days, drove you absolutely crazy. you’d had big dreams from a young age, and you knew you’d do nothing about them if you stayed here.

as the family chatters around you, you can’t help but feel a pair of eyes on you. you don’t have to look at him to know it’s matt, but you do anyway. he’s leaned against the counter, arms crossed, watching you with a quiet intensity. he hasn’t said much since you’d arrived, but then, he’s never been all that talkative. your mouth twitches at the corners, a soft, almost sad smile threatening your visage. you think he might return the sentiment, but you watch with disappointment as he pushes himself from the granite countertop supporting his rigid spine.

“you know where the guest room is,” he finally says, his voice cutting through the chatter.

all you can do is nod as you watch him disappear, your timid smile now disappearing all together, nothing but a quiet “thanks” falling from your lips that he doesn’t acknowledge.

the first night back was always the hardest. the familiarity of everything—the creak of the stairs, the hum of the heater kicking on—is both comforting and suffocating. it should be of no surprise to you when you find yourself waking up in the middle of the night in need of a distraction, but you quietly curse yourself anyway as you pad down the creaky stairs as carefully as you can.

when you turn the corner, you’re surprised to find matt already in the kitchen, his back turned to you as the soft refrigerator light pours over the otherwise dark room. you’re silent for a moment as you stand in the open frame, arms crossed over your chest while you just watch him, relishing in the fact that he’s not staring at you with those longing blue eyes—the ones that seem to be constantly trying to figure you out while simultaneously reading you like a book.

after another few seconds, you finally build enough courage to speak. “couldn’t sleep either, huh?”

when the brunette turns, he doesn’t seem all that surprised that it’s you standing there, but you suppose it isn’t odd. you’d know the sound of his voice anywhere, and apparently it’s the same for him. still, it doesn’t calm the rapid pace of your heart inside your chest when he looks at you.

“usually up around this time anyway,” he admits with a shake of his head. you watch as he reaches for another glass from the cupboard, and then sets it next to his before filling them with water. “willow isn’t great at sharing the bed.” a roll of his eyes accompanies the confession, but you don’t miss the fondness to his voice, and though you laugh quietly in response, it comes out painfully forced.

“you’re, um... you’re really happy, huh?” you find yourself asking, voice barely above a whisper.

a beat passes. matt’s gaze flickers from you to the glass of water his fingers occupy the rim of before finally answering, “yeah. willow’s... she’s great.”

the words hang in the air, their weight pressing down on both of you. you nod, forcing a smile. “she is.”

there’s another few seconds of awkward, tense silence, the only sound heard being the contact of glass against granite as matt slides one of the cups towards you carefully until you can reach it for yourself. you offer a polite smile as you step closer to him, fingers wrapping around the coolness of the glass. you want the uncomfortable weight settling around the two of you to go away, but you don’t know how.

finally, the brunette clears his throat. “you leaving after christmas?” he asks, his voice steady but quiet. you figure it’s just a way to change the subject, but your gaze narrows slightly with curiosity as you look at him, nodding your head once.

“that’s the plan,” you admit, though it feels sour on your tongue.

you watch as he nods, his jaw tightening. “figures.”

your fingers tighten around the glass, eyebrows furrowing. the only light coming through the kitchen window casts shadows across his face, making him look a bit older, more tired.

“matt...”

he shakes his head, cutting you off. “don’t. it’s fine.”

you want to tell him that it’s not, that you’re sorry, but you can’t get a word in when a humorless chuckle leaves his mouth, and he begins to shake his head slowly now.

“’m used to you runnin’. it’s been radio silence for years.”

this time it’s you who laughs, lacking the same humor he couldn’t muster seconds ago. “what am i supposed to say to you, matt? ‘congratulations on your engagement?’ ‘happy holidays?’ ‘thanks for letting me crash here while i pretend everything’s fine?’” you ask incredulously, watching as his own gaze hardens.

with his jaw tight, matt sets his glass down on the counter with a little too much force behind it. “you don’t have to pretend with me.”

“don’t i?” you shoot back, the words sharper than you intended.

the air is thick with tension between you, crackling with electricity. it’s almost suffocating as the brunette steps closer, his gaze locked on yours and his large hands anchoring themselves on the granite countertop on either side of you, caging you in. your breath hitches in your throat, and you can only hope that he can’t hear the ridiculous pounding of your heart inside your chest, your mouth pressed into a firm line as you look up at him with curious—yet knowing—eyes.

“this was a lot easier when you weren’t here,” he finally says, his voice low and strained as he studies you.

you swallow hard, knowing you shouldn’t answer him nor entertain this pull between the two of you, but you feel like you’re being tossed out at sea where it’s inevitable to crash into the ocean rocks.

“i know,” you finally answer quietly, but your voice betrays you, shaking ever so slightly, and you know it’s all he needs.

for a moment, neither of you move. then, like magnets, you find yourselves drawn together, his mouth inching closer to yours while you press up on the tips of your toes to meet him there, until finally, you’re kissing him.

it’s heated once the two of you actually connect, matt’s strong hands finding your waist immediately. he uses the grip to pull you against him as if he can keep you there, tethered to this moment despite the truth lying just beneath the surface. you tangle your fingers in his hair, tongue greedy and imploring as years of unspoken feelings spill out in every touch, every breath shared.

as the kiss grows hungrier, sloppier, both of you pouring everything into it—love, anger, regret—his hands roam your back before sliding under the hem of your sweatshirt, his touch searing against your skin.

“tell me to stop,” the brunette breathes into your mouth, his voice breaking. it sends a pang of guilt through your abdomen, but you don’t listen to him. instead, you pull him closer, your hands clutching at his hoodie as though letting go would shatter you completely.

as if frustrated by the fact that you’re letting this happen, matt presses your spine into the counter behind you, his hands sliding from beneath your sweatshirt down to the backs of your thighs where he digs his fingers into your skin for a better grip and lifts you onto the counter, his desperate mouth never leaving yours. the kitchen is freezing, but your body feels like it’s on fire, the heat and frustration between the two of you melting away every last thread of restraint.

clothes fall away in a blur, your breaths mingling in the cold air as his hands explore every inch of you, like he’s trying to memorize what he can never have again—what he knows will be gone soon. you’re still trying to adjust to every sense being so overwhelmed with matt’s presence that you hardly notice the fact that he’s already working on dragging your panties down your thighs, your hips and legs thrashing around on autopilot to help him out.

when his fingers make contact with your sopping pussy, your head almost immediately falls back, a breathy moan leaving your mouth. “fuck, matt. need you so bad,” you admit to him, the groan that leaves his throat causing your pussy to throb with desperation, walls fluttering when the rough pad of his thumb presses down on your clit.

he plays with you for a few seconds, giving into the way your hips buck forward in search of more friction, more attention, but eventually the brunette must decide enough is enough. you watch as he takes his hand from between your glistening inner thighs in favor of pushing his sweats down from their place on his hips, the fabric of his boxers following suit. you’re almost amazed at the sight of him already so hard for you, but you can’t say you’re surprised. being in matt’s vicinity is enough to fill you with the need to ease some of the tension between your legs, so you can understand how the dam of years’ worth of need for one another finally breaking could get him to this point so quickly.

after stroking himself a few times, you watch with hungry eyes as matt pulls you to the edge of the counter, a whine escaping your lips when the tip of his hard cock brushes against your clit. you can tell by the subtle smirk on his mouth that he knows how badly you want it, but you’re too eager to care that he can see right through you in the moment.

“matt,” you say again, his name falling from your mouth this time as a warning not to tease, but he cuts you off with a quick, hungry kiss to your mouth before parting once more.

“say it again.”

you blink at him, breathing heavily as your brow furrows in confusion. “what?” you breathe out.

“that you need me—say it again,” he elaborates, and while sirens immediately go off in your head, your heart aching at the desperate gleam in his pretty blue eyes, you find yourself swallowing thickly before nodding slightly.

“i...” you trail off, watching his eager expression carefully, knowing you shouldn’t.

but you’re selfish.

“i do. i need you, matt.”

you don’t have time to feel guilty. your mind goes completely blank when he finally pushes into you, it not being gentle, but not completely careless either. it’s everything—raw and frantic, but deeply, heartbreakingly intimate. you cling to him, nails digging into his broad shoulders as he buries his face in the crook of your neck, his breath hot against your skin.

it doesn’t feel like just sex, but a confession. a plea. a goodbye.

as if reading your mind, matt’s voice breaks through the haze of your chaotic mind. “why do you always leave?” he asks, his voice rough and barely audible as he moves inside of you.

tears sting your eyes, but you don’t answer. you can’t. instead, you pull his face from your neck and kiss him, swallowing the words you can’t bring yourself to say.

i have to.

if i stay, it’ll ruin you.

it’ll ruin me.

when he finally pulls away from your mouth, you bite down on your lower lip to stifle a cry as he fucks into you deeper, his movements desperate, like he’s trying to convince you to stay with his body since words are failing him at the moment. you can feel in his movements that he blames himself for this, and it breaks your heart. you don’t understand how he can believe this has to do with anything other than the fact that you’re entirely a coward. that allowing yourself to feel what you feel for him scares you. that it could make you stay.

“i hate this,” matt whispers to you, pressing his forehead against yours.

“i know,” you choke out, tears slipping down your cheeks. “i do too.”

his rhythm slows with the moment, his hands moving to cup your face as he kisses you softly now, the intensity giving way to something tender, almost reverent. it’s like he’s trying to say everything he never had the courage to despite knowing it’s too late—that nothing could have changed the outcome of this.

and then, with the realization, his hips are moving again, picking up in pace, and your head feels fuzzy. he’s fucking you like he hates you—like he loves you—and your heart clenches in your chest at the same time that the walls of your pussy begin to flutter around his relentless cock.

“matt, oh my god—i’m coming!” you cry out to him, one hand digging into the middle of his spine while the other cradles the back of his sweaty head, pressing his face further into the crook of your neck where his hot, labored breath hitches against your damp skin.

each slow, deliberate movement sends waves of pleasure coursing through your body, but it's the intimacy of it—the way he holds you as though you might vanish—that makes it almost unbearable.

you come with a string of cries, some jumbled and indecipherable, and some of his name, your body jerking with the ripples of your orgasm that he works you through with his fingers against your puffy clit. your nails rake across his back as you listen to him murmur your name like it's the only word he knows, his breath hitching as he buries himself deeper inside of you. his previously perfect movements falter with his orgasm, fingers tightening on your hips like he’s afraid you’ll slip away as soon as the moment is gone.  

he doesn’t move when it’s over, instead pressing his forehead into your shoulder, his eyes squeezed shut while soft shutters wrack his body. you can feel just how tense every muscle is, his hands clinging to you with a desperation that mirrors the one buried in the depths of your being. but it's still not enough. it still doesn't change anything.

“you’re still leaving,” he says after a long silence, his voice breaking. your lower lip trembles, and you’re glad he can’t see you just yet.

“i have to.” you nod, your fingers brushing through his short hair.

you watch as matt pulls back just enough to look at you, eyes dull and glassy. “you’re gonna ruin me,” he breathes out, his voice cracking at the end. “y’know that, right?”

again, you nod, your chest tightening painfully.

you don't have the heart to tell him you already have.

morning light streams through the window, golden and soft, but it only makes the heaviness in your chest worse. your bag sits by the door, packed hastily in the early hours of dawn while the house was still quiet, the weight of everything practically crushing you.

matt hadn’t spoken to you after last night. you hadn’t expected him to. after sneaking back upstairs, the realization had hit you like a tidal wave: nothing had changed. what you and the brunette shared in the kitchen—desperate kisses, the raw and aching connection, the unspoken words in every touch—hadn’t erased the fact that he’s engaged, and you don’t belong here anymore.

when you finally build the courage to head downstairs, nobody is awake, and you’re grateful. and you’re painfully aware of how incredibly cowardly it is, but running without the offer of closure has always been the more appealing option for you. it leaves no room for confrontation and hurt, or at least none that you have to face until you’re all alone again with regret and hatred swirling deep within your aching core.

you’re already thinking of what you’re going to say later when you inevitably receive a few confused and probably hurt messages about the fact that you’re leaving unannounced when matt finds you by the front door. the same hoodie he wore last night hangs loose around him, his face unreadable, though his eyes carry the storm you’ve come to know too well.

“leaving already?” he asks, his voice carefully neutral.

you inhale shakily, but nod, fingers tightening on the strap of your bag. “yeah. figured it was time.” figured it was easier like this, is what you don’t say, but you don’t have to. he knows. and you know he hates you for it.

you watch as he steps closer, his hands shoved into the pockets of his sweatpants. there’s a pause, and then, “last night—”

“don’t,” you cut him off softly, shaking your head. “please, just... don’t make this harder than it already is.” your voice is quiet, and it breaks at the end, but otherwise your expression remains neutral.

the silence stretches between you, heavy with everything you refuse to say. the words press against the back of your throat, tears threatening the corners of your eyes, but you know better than to ever let any of it escape. words won’t fix this. they won’t undo the lines that have already been crossed or change the fact that you’re leaving. again.

“i mean it, you know,” matt says suddenly, his voice breaking, “that you’re taking a piece of me with you. that you’re ruining me.”

your eyes burn, but somehow you force a wavering smile. you want to tell him that you’re leaving a piece of yourself behind, but you don’t.

“isn’t that the way it’s always been?”

he doesn’t answer, but the look on his face says enough. his jaw is tight and his fingers twitch inside his pockets, flexing and unflexing. he hates you.

but his chest heaves, quickening with the beat of his aching heart, and his eyes are shiny with emotion you always seem to elicit. he loves you.

as you step outside, the cold air bites at your skin, but it feels like a relief compared to the suffocating weight of the house, of what waits inside for you. every day. every year. you don’t look back, but mostly because you can’t.

as you drive away, the road stretches out before you, empty and endless, but your heart stays behind—a piece of it, anyway. a piece you know you’ll never get back.

you’ll come back to this town some day—maybe next christmas or the one after that. but you know it won’t matter. the hurt will still be there, lingering like the ghost of what could have been.

matt, however, you know you’ve lost. and you can’t help the shaky smile on your lips as you leave yet again because you absolutely deserve it.

©sturnswiftie

divider credit; @issysh3ll.

[stxrsniolo]

𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑡 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝑡𝑜 𝒑𝒖𝒔𝒉 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝒍͟𝒊͟𝒎͟𝒊͟𝒕͟𝒔

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

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

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

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

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

you catch his gaze and flash a challenging smirk.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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