#Sturniolo triplets x you

[sweetshuga]

「 Vidrado Em Você ✰ M.S 」

ᯓ fwb!matt smut! ────

𝒔𝒚𝒏𝒐𝒑𝒔𝒊𝒔: Sex tape with your friend with benefits.

Saturday morning – 10:30 am

The sunlight peeked in through the half open blinds, giving the room a soft, warm glow. You and Matt were still asleep, limbs tangled together in an intimate position. He had slept over because he couldn’t drive due to being intoxicated.

You stirred slightly after a while, slowly waking up. Your eyes fluttered open before immediately closing shut as you winced from the sharp pain in your head. Of course you’d be hungover after downing shots after shots like it was your last day on earth.

You slowly detangled yourself from Matt and sat up leaning against the headboard. You clutched your head with one hand to somewhat add pressure to soothe the headaches as you reached for your phone.

The moment you unlocked your phone, you were met with a blurry video. It was paused and already half watched. From what you could make out you were pretty damn sure that it was a… sex tape.

You hesitantly dragged the video back to the beginning and pressed play.

Last night

Matt looked down at your phone – which had started recording his face – with a smirk before looking ahead, obviously watching something. His pupils were blown wide, cheeks a rosy hue as he chuckled. He was obviously a bit tipsy judging by the way he acted.

Matt let out a low whistle, his tongue darting out to wet his lips as he kept looking at the scene ahead like he was mesmerized—and in his defence the show you were putting on was so fucking sexy.

The phone shook subtly before the camera turned around, showing what he was looking at. A song with a catchy beat played in the background as you danced sultrily in front of him, slowly discarding one clothing item at a time until you were fully naked just like the lyrics of the song said.

❝Se tiver muito excitada, pode dançar pelada❞

(If you’re really excited, you can dance naked)

You walked over to him with a smirk, your face slightly flushed from all the shots you had downed. His breath caught in his throat when you turned around and slowly started to grind on his lap, your body moving to the beat.

Matt let out a groan, his head falling back against the headrest of the couch. The phone nearly fell out of his hand as you gave him a lap dance, grinding against him just right. The sight of your nude body did wonders to make him rock hard in his sweatpants.

A minute or so of grinding against him was all it took for his self-control to snap and before you knew it, you were being bent over the couch where Matt was previously sitting on. The phone was discarded beside you, showing a black screen.

"Fuuck, been teasin’ me all night with this sexy body… You wanted to get fucked that badly huh?" He said huskily as he quickly pulled down his sweatpants and boxer briefs, freeing his hefty length which slapped his stomach before bobbing subtly, already leaking precum.

You teasingly pushed your ass back, grinding against his erection. Matt’s eyes darkened with desire, a wolfish grin making its way onto his lips as he picked up the discarded phone, holding it so your lower back and ass were showing.

He held the base of his cock with his free hand, teasingly rubbing the blunt head up and down your slit. You couldn’t help but whimper softly, needily. The sound of your desperation went straight to his dick, causing him to let out a low groan.

"Fuck me." Matt breathed out. "She can’t wait for me to fill her up, can she? You’ve such a greedy fucking pussy." He taunted as he slapped your soaked folds with his cock, watching you squirm under him.

You looked back at him over your shoulder, eyes hooded and glazed over with lust and intoxication. "Please, Matt…" You whimpered, the need and ache to be filled up by him winning over any self-respect, plus the alcohol in your system only made you hornier.

Matt couldn’t tease you more even if he wanted to. He was a patient guy, having gotten used to dealing with Nick and Chris. But right now? He was feeling anything but patient. He needed you. He needed to fuck you so good that all you can think about is him, and him only.

He was past caring about how possessive his thoughts were getting. The alcohol made him bolder and his brain fogged with lust and desire to make you his, even if it’s just physical.

"Please what sweetheart?" Matt questioned, not wanting to make things any easier for you as he pushed just the head of his length inside you, relishing in the soft moan you let out.

"Please fuck you senseless? Please pound you into the bed until you can’t walk straight? Please ruin you for any other guy?" He eased an inch more, not giving you the satisfactory fullness but giving you enough to make you moan again.

"C’mon baby, answer me and I’ll give you exactly what you want—make you feel s’good." He kept the phone recording, watching the screen as it captured your perfect ass and his hefty length just one or two inches inside you with a lot more to go. His free hand gripped your hip tightly—almost enough to bruise.

"All of them—anything you want- just, just need you s’bad." You whispered, suddenly too shy to actually admit how much you want him to fulfil everything he asked you.

Matt was satisfied with your soft answer, too impatient to tease you any further as he gave you exactly what you wanted. He pushed the rest of his length in one smooth thrust, burying himself balls deep inside you, making you both moan in pleasure.

His hips slapped against yours softly at first, but as he began to get lost in the pleasure, he let himself completely go—fucking you with renewed fervor.

Your borderline pornographic moans sent pleasure directly to his cock, making it twitch inside you. He was fucking you so good, hitting spots that made your toes curl and eyes roll back, enough to make your mouth gape open and drool ooze down your chin.

You were getting fucked absolutely silly. The only thing you could think about was how good his cock felt plunging in and out of your wet heat, hitting so deep that it bordered on painful.

Holding your phone still to capture his cock destroying your cunt was starting to become too much of a hassle. It was either fuck you slowly to keep the video from being too shaky or to stop recording and fuck you like he means it.

Well, he obviously picked the latter.

He pressed the stop button and threw your phone somewhere on the couch before holding your hips in an iron grip as he started to fuck you senseless just like he promised to, filling the living room with the sound of lewd wet squelches and your loud moans.

Present time

You quickly turned off your phone as heat rushed to your face. The headaches and nausea from being hangover were momentarily forgotten as you tried to comprehend what you just watched.

You had never done a sex tape before and you were pretty damn sure that Matt wasn’t the type of guy to be into filming during it, but you were clearly wrong with how much it sounded like he enjoyed it.

How’d you end up in bed? Did you shower afterwards? Did you use condoms? Should you delete the video?

Hundreds of questions swirled in your head but the sharp throbbing of the hangover induced migraine was back before you could overthink any more.

You decided not to delete the video as you laid back down beside Matt with a pounding heart—and head. You shifted slightly as you felt heat pool in your abdomen—a telltale sign of your arousal.

You’re so going to watch that video again in private.

★ 𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒖𝒂𝒈𝒆! | 𝒘𝒄: 𝟏.𝟑 𝒌 ★

© 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒔𝒉𝒖𝒈𝒂

[delilahsturniolo]

⟡ ݁₊ . ۶�� brat!tamer matt p!links

NSFW & EXPLICIT CONTENT. . . MDNI

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— matt loves pinning you down

— titty sucking

— you finally convince matt to give in

— matt making you work for what you want

— you had an attitude in matt’s car, he pulled over

— punishing and teasing you with his cock

— matt loves seeing your tits bounce

— lazily playing with his girl

— he couldn’t wait until you woke up

— on your knees baby

© delilahsturniolo

[mattsmedusa]

✎ 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞 ✯ 𝐦.𝐬

ⓘ best friends? ᚐ munch!matt ᚐ pussy eating ᚐ etc. + intended lowercase. 𝐰𝐜. 𝟎.𝟖𝐤

[𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞!]

"wait, what?" matt blinked at you when you told him that you never had anyone go down on you. "you’ve never..." he trailed off, trying to find the right word. "received?" confusion was evident in his tone since he thought you had done almost everything—not because he thinks you hook up a ton. but because he finds you attractive, more than a best friend should, and in his eyes it was confusing how no guy had done it yet.

you nodded slowly, slightly embarrassed that you were putting it out in the open. still, it was matt you were telling it to so that took away from the shyness.

"well, that’s a surprise." matt muttered, shifting on the bed beside you as his eyes bore into yours. "so is it like... you don’t want to or something? ’cause i don’t think any guy would refuse-" he paused, finding his own words quite crude. "ugh what am i saying?" he groaned quietly in embarrassment.

"don’t worry, i get what you mean—you think i’m hot." you teased, laughing heartily when he shoved you to the side.

"that’t not what I mean." he mumbled defensively as he looked away, crossing his arms. a soft flush creeped up his face as he felt his cheeks grow hot from embarrassment.

"well to answer your question, it was more on my side than anything... i just didn’t feel comfortable letting anyone do that you know?" you said, making matt turn back to you as he nodded slightly in understanding, uncrossing his arms.

"so if it’s me... would you be comfortable then?" the words left his mouth before he could stop them, causing both of you to freeze up. matt looked equally as surprised as you, as if he wasn’t the one that said it.

"that’s- um..." you blinked at him confused and surprised, also kinda turned on for some odd reason—well, not so odd since your hot best friend was asking you if you’d be alright if he ate you out. "yeah, i guess." you mumbled, feeling your cheeks heat up.

what is even happening?

before you could even register the fact that matt, your best friend, was more than willing to give you oral sex, he was already in between your legs with both your pants and underwear off, staring at your core hungrily before diving in without warning.

you let out a surprised gasp, your hands immediately flying to his head to clutch onto his hair as your hips jolted when he flicked his tongue rapidly over your clit. your head fell back against your pillow, a small cry ripping from your throat.

"matt, ffuck-- s-slow down." you whimpered, needy moans falling easily from your lips. your breathing was getting more and more ragged and shallow as matt feasted on you like he was starving. his tongue prodded at your entrance before going back to circling your clit.

his tongue lapped at your clit a little gentler and slower this time—per your request. he pulled away just to mumble hoarsely, "just lay there and look pretty for me," before diving back in again, eating you out like your pussy was the most delicious thing ever.

you let out a broken moan when he slowly eased two long digits in your dripping pussy, curling them upwards and hitting your sweet spot, causing your whole body to seize up in pleasure.

your back arched when he closed his lips around your clit, sucking on the sensitive bundle of nerves as he fingered your greedy cunt, gradually picking up pace and eliciting more desperate sounds from you.

"y’taste soo good." matt moaned against your folds, causing you to shudder in pleasure due to the vibrations against your sensitive flesh. "so fucking good." matt mumbled, more to himself than to you, as he continued to suck and lick your core.

your hips moved in time with his fingers, grinding against his face as your breathing grew more shallow, hitching here and there. matt immediately knew that you were close to coming undone and redoubled his efforts, his fingers pumping faster and curling more as his tongue focused solely on your sensitive clit.

"oh! fuuuckk--" you let out a drawn out moan as you came all over his face. your hands pulled his hair almost painfully, making him moan against your pussy. your hips bucked against his face, eyes shut tightly, brows knitted together and mouth open in a silent scream as you rode out your blissful orgasm.

matt lapped up your release like it was his favourite ice cream before slowly lifting his face up when he felt your body start to relax, small tremors running down your body as the last wave of pleasure left you.

as you caught your breath, eyes still closed and chest heaving, matt decided then and there that he was more than willing to help you become more experienced when it comes to bedroom activities.

he’s your best friend, after all.

୨୧

✩ ˙˖˚᮫ ⁱˢᵃ ᮭ ᮭ.ᐟ i’m not stealing anyone’s work! this is a re-upload from my other account etherealsturn (which is deleted now).

also, chat, i’m working on the requests, this is pre-written work.

© 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐬𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐮𝐬𝐚

[eclipsturns]

⎯⎯⎯⎯ NOW YOU'RE WATCHING ... uber driver!matt fucks you after a shitty date.

your date was a bust; some guy named andrew who spent two hours at a shitty diner droning about his gym routine, barely looking up from his phone, leaving you bored and dry as hell. you’re more than done with this, heels clicking on the curb as you book an uber, the night air cool against your skin, your little black dress hugging your curves, wasted on a dud.

a black, beat-up sedan with cracked windows rolls up and matt (or at least that's the name on your phone) slides into view, leaning an elbow out, smirking like he’s already got you figured out. he’s all messy brown hair, sharp jaw, plaid shirt unbuttoned over a white tee, eyes raking you up and down with zero shame.

“rough night, huh? y’look like you just escaped a fuckin’ coma,” he says, voice low and lazy, dripping with a cocky grin as you climb in the back, slamming the door harder than you mean to. “address’s set—where we goin’, princess?”

“home,” you mutter, crossing your arms, staring out the window, but he’s not letting it drop, glancing at you in the rearview, one brow cocked.

“home? nah, you’re dressed like that for some loser who couldn’t even make you sweat? tell me ‘bout this clown, c’mon, spill it.”

you roll your eyes, but he’s got this pushy, crude way, like he’s daring you to bite back. “andrew. gym rat. talked about protein shakes so much i wanted to claw my ears off. didn’t even kiss me—just a handshake. a fuckin’ handshake.”

matt laughs—loud, sharp, head tipping back. “a handshake? shit, what a pussy. you wasted that dress on a dude who can’t even get you wet, that’s tragic, babe, y’could’a stayed home and fucked yourself better.” his eyes flick to you again, dark and glinting, tongue swiping his lip like he’s tasting the idea. “bet he wouldn’t know what to do with you anyway—look at ya, all pent up, sittin’ there like y’need a real man to fix that.”

heat creeps up your neck, a mix of annoyance and something else. his words are crass, intrusive, but they hit, stirring the frustration andrew left simmering. “and what, you think you’re that guy?” you snap, leaning forward, elbows on the seatback, meeting his gaze in the mirror. “big talk for some uber driver.”

he smirks wider, cynical and hot, shifting gears with a lazy flick of his wrist. “oh, i’m more than that, sweetheart. i’d have you screamin’ in ten minutes—hands are quick, tongue’s quicker. y’wanna test me? or y’too scared to find out andrew’s not the only one who can’t deliver?”

it’s a taunt, bold and filthy, and he chuckles when you don’t flinch, just stare back, pulse kicking up.

“prove it, then,” you say, voice steady, daring him now, the car humming under you as the tension snaps. “pull over—somewhere dark. let’s see if your hands match that mouth, or if you’re just another bullshit artist.”

matt’s grin turns feral, eyes flashing as he mutters, “fuckin’ bet,” and swerves the wheel, tires crunching gravel as he peels off the main road, weaving into a shadowed alley, streetlights fading to black. he kills the engine, twists around, one arm slung over the seat, staring at you like you’re prey. “backseat now. let’s see how bad you need this.”

you climb over, dress hiking up your thighs, and he’s on you fast, the door slamming shut as he shoves you down across the seat, one hand yanking your straps down, baring your tits to the cool air. “shit, look at these, he didn’t deserve ‘em,” he growls, mouth crashing onto one, teeth grazing your nipple, making you gasp, arching up against him.

his other hand’s already between your legs, shoving your panties aside, fingers plunging in—two, rough, curling deep, pumping fast until you’re soaked, the wet squelch loud in the tight space.

“fuck, you’re so wet already,” he laughs, voice dark and mocking, “this what you wanted all night, huh? not some dickhead too busy flexin’ to fuck you right?”

you moan, loud and needy, grabbing his hair, pulling him up, his lips hovering over yours, breath hot and ragged. “shut up and use that tongue,” your panting making him grin as he dove down, flattening it against your cunt—broad, sloppy licks, sucking your clit hard, your thighs shaking, trapping his head.

“ohhh shit!” you cry, hips bucking, and he groans, “fuck yeah, scream f’me, let me gove you what that loser couldn’t,” voice muffled as he eats you out, relentless, tongue flicking fast, then slow, dragging you to the edge, your nails clawing at the seat desperately.

he pulls back, smirking, wiping his chin, “told ya—hands next,” and flips you over, face down, ass up, yanking your hips back, spreading your legs wider.

he’s behind you now—jeans shoved down, cock out, thick and dripping—rubbing it against your slit, teasing, making you whine, “c’mon, fuck me already.”

“needy little thing,” he mutters, all smug and hot, then thrusts in—hard, deep, bottoming out until you yelp, walls clenching tight. “fuck, y’feel so good,” he groans, setting a brutal pace that felt fast, sloppy, the car rocking with every slam, windows fogging as you moan, loud and wrecked.

his hands grip your ass, spreading you, one thumb circling your rim, teasing, not pushing, “y’like that? dirty girl, bet andrew never even tried,” and you laugh, breathless, “he wouldn’t dare... keep goin’.”

he does—fucking you savage, one hand sliding up, pinching your nipple ‘til you hiss, the other rubbing your clit, sloppy and fast, ‘til you’re screaming, “matt, fuck, m’gonna cum!” and you do, soaking his hand, his cock, the seat, looking like a shaking, sobbing mess.

he’s not far, groaning against your ear “you’re so tight, babe. m’cummin’,” and pulls out, jerking fast, painting your ass with hot, thick spurts, panting,

“you’re better than any date.” you slump, breathless, dress torn, thighs slick, and he lets a low, cynical laugh.

“told ya my hands don’t lie. your tinder guys got nothin’ on this.”

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[chrissturnsfav]

car sex w rapper!chris while his music plays in the backround

⋆.˚✮ rapper!chris' favorite music to fuck to is none other than his own

"yeah, jus' keep ridin' like that mama," chris gasps from below you, your fresh acrylics digging into the fabric of his hoodie on his chest as you bounce on his cock. your mouth is stuck in an 'o' shape as you whimper and gasp, chris' hands on your ass guiding you up and down his lengthy dick.

all that can be heard in his rolls royce is your asscheeks clapping against his pelvis, the lewd noises escaping both of your mouths, and one of his new songs which features travis scott, 'sdp interlude' blaring through the luxurious car.

"c'mon, faster, y'got it," chris grunts softly, cupping your face as you throw your head back and pulling it to look at him as he breathes heavily, "go a lil' faster f'me."

you nod, panting gently as you get a better position above him, crossing your arms around his shoulders as you pick up the pace. it instantly makes you gasp, followed by a dragged out whine right in his ear that makes his cock twitch inside you.

"atta girl, look at you," chris coos through a wicked grin, placing a hand back on your ass as the other rides your hoodie up and over your tits, "takin' that dick so good."

"chris," you whimper, the sound of his voice booming through the speakers in a hazy beat echoing in your ears which turns you on even more. you can feel your slick dripping down your skin, pooling around his cock as your face twists deeper in ecstasy, sticky lashes fluttering open just enough to see how fogged the windows are.

"feels so good, pussy's wet as fuck," chris grunts, hissing in pleasure as his hips begin thrusting up into you, leaning his face forward to take one of your hardened nipples into his mouth.

your hands latch onto his messy waves, burying your pretty face in them as you moan softly, "c-chris," you whine into his hair, eyes pinched shut in pleasure. your hips begin to burn, your body slumping against him as you moan.

"tired baby?" chris smirks, looking up at you through hooded eyes and you nod into his hair. he hums, placing both hands on your ass as he adjusts his position below you, "i gotchu ma, jus' sit like that f'me."

he begins to thrust his hips up into you, faster, harder, making the car shake, his song echoing in your ears as you begin crying out in pleasure and sinking your nails into his hair.

you're speechless, his thick cock pounding into your leaky cunt repeatedly making you drown in ecstasy, your gummy walls immediately beginning to clench around him lewdly.

chris grunts, panting against your neck as he begins nipping and sucking wet hickeys into the warm skin, his pace not letting up for a second. "shiiit keep takin' it deep baby, cum all on this cock, wanna feel you," he groans as his thrusts get sloppier and quicker, letting you both know he's just as close as you are.

your body wastes no time in doing just that. a loud wail of pleasure leaves your open mouth, your knuckles white as you grip his hair tighter, thighs shaking on either side of him as your orgasm rips through your heated body relentlessly. seeing you cum like that sends him over the edge with you, a deep grunt of your name leaving his lips just as his song fades out.

thank you for reading! <3

tags: @sturnobsessedwh0re , @idrk2292 , @mattsbrat , @ribbonlovergirl , @swagalicious260 , @sturnhyyhblog , @matthewsroses , @mattsdemi , @emely9274 , @frankoceanfanpage , @ifwdominicfike , @marrykisskilled , @strnilolover , @cayleeuhithinknott

@chrissturnsfav ™

[draqu1a]

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ A RISKY STREAM . . .

— what kind? : SMUT — warnings : sexual&suggestive content ahead , viewers discretion is adviced , MDNI .

• fic inspired by : @bernardsbendystraws

The neon glow of Matt's gaming rig painted your face in shifting hues as you gripped the controller. "Chris, you seeing this shit?" you yelled into the headset.

Chris, cackled from the other end of the Discord call, his voice echoing through your head set. "Nah, I'm too busy carrying your sorry ass! You are trash tonight."

"Shut up," you retorted, trying to focus on the digital firefight unfolding on the screen. You were sat down on Matt's lap, his arms wrapped loosely around your waist, ostensibly to "guide" your gameplay. But tonight, his guidance was… almost distracting.

"Focus, babe," Matt murmured, his breath ghosting against your ear. "There's a guy flanking you on the left."

Easy for him to say. He wasn't the one with a hand slowly inching its way under their shared blanket, sending shivers down your spine that had nothing to do with the game.

"I see him, I see him," you muttered, trying to ignore the warmth spreading through your core. Your fingers fumbled on the controller, your carefully constructed fort crumbling under a harsh wave of digital bullets. "Fuck!"

"Language, sweetheart," Matt whispered, his fingers now tracing the curve of your hip, dangerously close to your core. A little squeeze to your hip. The digital bullets blurred. You died.

"God damn it!" you hissed, partially peeling off your head seat . "I’m trying to concentrate here, Matt."

He just grinned, his eyes dark and knowing. "Am I distracting you, baby?"

"Maybe a little," you admitted, trying to inject some playful exasperation into your voice. “Chris thinks we are loosing on purpose.”

Chris’s voice boomed through the speakers. “What was that? Did I hear you two lovebirds finally admit you're throwing the game?"

Matt chuckled, a low rumble that vibrated against your back. "Nah, man, just… strategizing. Right, babe?" His fingers continued their torment, dipping lower and closer with each minute passing by.

"Yeah, strategizing," you managed, your voice a little breathless. You reached for your water bottle, hoping the cool liquid would take out the sudden heat flooding the inside of your body.

"Okay, well strategize faster! We're about to get wiped," Chris complained, oblivious to the silent battle happening beneath the blanket.

Matt leaned closer, his lips brushing your ear. "He doesn't need to know how we strategize," he murmured, his fingers now finding the edge of your shorts and dipping below the waistband. "Does he, baby?"

"Matt, stop," you pleaded, even though a part of you was begging him to continue. The chat if they would find out, would go absolutely crazy, but you couldn't bring yourself to care. Focus was a blur.

"Stop what? Helping you relax?" he teased, his touch becoming bolder, more insistent. A gasp escaped your lips as his fingers traveled beneath your flimsy lace panties, going right where you needed him the most.

"Dude, are you even listening?" Chris yelled. "There's a whole squad pushing us!"

"—Uh, yeah, Chris. We're on it," Matt said, his voice a little strained. He was watching you, not the screen. His eyes held a promise of pure, unadulterated pleasure.

His fingers slipped inside of your already drenched entrance. You bit your lip, trying to stifle a moan. The game, Chris, the chat – it all faded into a distant hum. All that mattered was the electrifying sensation building within you, the relentless pressure, the exquisite torture.

"Matt…" you whispered, your voice thick with desire.

"Almost there, baby," he breathed, his thumb pressing down on your sensitive clit while his slender fingers drive out of you with increasing speed and skill. "Just a little more…"

Chris's voice was a distant drone. "Hey, guys! What the hell are you doing? We're already dead!"

You didn't hear him. You couldn't hear anything but the pounding of your own heart, the ragged sound of your own breath, and the soft, satisfied sigh that escaped your lips as pleasure finally overwhelmed you, your gummy walls clenching down and sucking matt’s fingers in deeper as they soaked his digits in your liquids.

The screen went black. Your avatars returning to the main menu as the result of you dying and receiving a low score.

“Kid, I’m out for the night. Try to improve those shitty skills cuz tonight was not it.” Chris announces, taking off his head set before ending the discord call, before you decide to follow along.

Peeking off your own head set and muttering a quick goodbye to the stream, quickly ending the live stream to not raise any further suspicion on what you two were doing the whole game.

"Finally, I now got you all to myself," Matt said, pulling away slightly, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Now, where were we?"

𓂃˖ ࣪⊹🃜 . yappin claudia : second fic on this account :pp, I don’t know how to feel bout this exactly xd but wtv .

𓂃˖ ࣪⊹🃜 . taglist : @strnilolover @ifwdominicfike @courta13 @sturns-mermaid . . . .

[stxrsniolo]

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."

╭ ❝ my dears, i truly cherish the affection you show through your reposts, and for that, i’m grateful; however, let us be unequivocally clear: my narratives are my sacred domain, not to be borrowed/reshaped without my consent

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[hearts4werka]

— just laying on top of matt while it rains .

Rain softly pattered against the windows, a gentle rhythm being an accompanied by the comfortable silence inside of the apartment while you lay sprawled out on top of your boyfriend Matt on the couch. The TV faintly playing some random channel just for the soul purpose of background noise.

You traced the line of his jaw with your finger in a slow and quite delicate motion. "You're a pretty comfy mattress," you murmured, softly nuzzling your face into his neck.

Matt chuckled, the vibration of it reaching your own chest. "And you're a goddamn blanket hog." He wrapped his arms softly tighter around you to not squeeze you too much, fingers finding the belt loops of your denim shorts. He tugged lightly, like he always does whenever you wear them. "Whatcha wearing these for anyway? You haven't left the house all day."

You grinned, shifting slightly in your position. "Just for you, babe. Thought you might appreciate me putting the effort of wearing your favorite shorts."

He squeezed your hips gently. "Oh, I do. I definitely fucking do. But they're kinda in the way." His fingers tightened around the fabric, pulling you closer into his body. "Think we could... remove them?"

You leaned down, your breath ghosting just over his lips. "Maybe. Depends on how nicely you ask." The rain outside seemed to intensify, along as the current tension occupying the air around you.

— quick note. : just watched ‘red white & royal blue’ last night and i just have to say, i’m hooked bitches 🔥

— taglist. : @sturnsxplr-25 @luvvs4chriss @pussypie456 @choclatestarfishwithahat @sturnstvs @mattsbrat @hoe4matt @cayleeuhithinknott @strnilolover @marrykisskilled @phone4pills @emely9274 @cupiidk1lls @lily-strnlo @star-sturns @sturniolosiphone @sophand4n4 @zombiesturniolo @owensbabygirl @sturnina @leoslaboratory @ifwdominicfike @kiemiu @lovergirl4gracieabrams @colorthecosmos444 @trevorsgodmother @pasteldreams @chrisissobabygirl @immaqulate @heartsonlyforchris @sofia-is-a-sturniolo-triplet-fan @y3sterdaysproblem @courta13 @sturn777 @sturns-mermaid @endereies @sweetshuga

[sirenedeslily]

matt is 𝒕𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒅 of 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 you. 𑇓 ⊹ ᳝ ࣪ | ( clingybf!matt & fem!reader ) fluff + soft hours. established relationship 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞 wc 751

matt sat quietly at the table, his hand resting lightly on your thigh as you chattered animatedly with your friends. his rings, a mix of silver and black, glinted under the warm restaurant lights as his thumb idly traced circles against the fabric of your jeans. his tattoos peeked out from beneath the rolled-up sleeves of his button up, a sharp contrast to your vibrant, bubbly demeanor. you were leaning forward, your hands gesturing wildly as you told a story that had the whole group laughing, and matt couldn’t help but smile softly at the sight.

he loved watching you like this—bright, magnetic, effortlessly pulling everyone in. it wasn’t his world, but it was yours, and he admired how easily you fit into it. still, as the minutes stretched into an hour, and dessert plates had been cleared long ago, matt found himself shifting in his seat. he’d been patient—so, so patient—but the growing weight of the evening was pressing on him.

he glanced at you, your laughter ringing out as your friend added another joke. the sound made him smile, but his own exhaustion tugged at the edges of his patience. quietly, he leaned in, brushing his lips against your shoulder.

“love,” he murmured, voice low and soft, “can we go home now?”

you turned to him briefly, your eyes sparkling with affection. “just a little longer, matt. promise.”

he nodded, leaning back, but his hand stayed on your thigh, squeezing gently. for a while, he tried to focus on the conversation, on the rhythm of your voice, but all he could think about was how much he wanted to be alone with you. just you.

after a few more minutes, he leaned in again, this time kissing the corner of your mouth, his rings cool against your cheek as he cupped your face. “can we please go home now?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

“matt,” you laughed softly, brushing him off. “i’m talking.”

you barely turned your head, flashing him an apologetic smile before diving back into the conversation. matt sighed dramatically, his fingers drumming against the table.

and that was when he gave up on being subtle.

sliding his chair closer to yours, he wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you firmly against him. his lips found your temple, then your cheek, then your jaw. he didn’t care that your friends were right there; he didn’t care that they were all smirking knowingly. his other hand moved to rest on your knee, his fingers tapping impatiently.

“you’ve been talking for hours,” he said, his voice taking on a teasing whine. “i’ve been good. i’ve waited. but i’m done waiting now. i want to go home.”

you gave him a playful look, trying to hold your ground. “it hasn’t been that long, matt.”

“it’s been forever,” he countered, his lips brushing against your neck. the tattoos that snaked up his arm flexed as he tightened his grip on your waist. “i love your friends, i do, but i don’t want to share you anymore. come on, baby. let’s go home.”

you could feel your resolve slipping as he pressed kiss after kiss along your jawline, his rings cool against your skin as he tilted your chin toward him. “matt,” you hissed through a giggle, “you’re being ridiculous, i’ll just be a few more minutes,” you promised, but matt was already nuzzling into your neck, his arms snaking around your waist. his warmth and the faint scent of his cologne made it increasingly difficult to focus on your friends.

“no, you won’t,” he muttered, his voice muffled against your skin. “you’ll keep talking, and i’ll just have to keep kissing you until you give in.”

“you’re being stubborn,” he shot back, his lips grazing the shell of your ear. “you know i’m shy.. i cant do pda. do you have any idea how desperate i have to be to act like this in front of everyone?”

your friends laughed, clearly enjoying the show, but matt didn’t care. he was done trying to blend into the background. right now, all he wanted was you—and he wasn’t above being clingy to get your attention.

“alright, alright,” you relented with a laugh, standing up and as he immediately took ahold of your purse. “let’s go home, clingy boy.”

matt’s face lit up instantly, his hand slipping into yours as he practically dragged you toward the door. “finally,” he sighed, pressing one last kiss to your temple as you walked out into the night.

𝒢𝜚 💭 ࣪ ✸ 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 ∿ a lil bit of something before the big thing.. :3 miss u guys ! also this is VERY inspired by malcom todd’s sweet boy aswell as the layout being inspired by kiemiu ><

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[angelicwh1spers]

— ⋅˚₊‧ 𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐈𝐍’ 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑 ‧₊˚ ⋅ —

𝐈n 𝐜onclusion… Matt has had enough of your teasing during a New Year’s party, so he fucks you inside of the bathroom into the new year.

𝐖arnings… [ SMUT ] , p in v , unprotected sex , dirty talk , dom!matthew , bathroom sex , ?kinda-public sex? & other sexual content contained inside!

⚠︎ 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐒 - English is not my first language so excuse and dismiss any minor mistakes in my writing, I’m fairly new to writing on tumblr but it’s always been my passion to create stories and envelop myself inside of the world of fiction.

⟡ ݁₊ 𝐀fter another year passes by before you could fully register it, today was the day where you would step into the new year with Matthew by your side, your boyfriend of three years now going on four. You were lucky to have found such an amazing partner, whenever you would look at him two fires would ignite inside of your body, one being appreciation and the other being desire. Tonight you were invited to a big New Year’s party hosted by one of your friends and as a plus one, you were of course going to take your boyfriend alongside with you, starting the new year without him wouldn’t sit right within you.

You wore one of your expensive elegant black dresses, the ones you only wore for any special occasions and tonight one of them fell on this day, new years can be exciting but also stressful with all of the resolutions and plans for the new year can get overwhelming but with time you were able to stabilize your emotions and stay calm whenever the coursing thoughts stirred inside of your mind. Your long hair cascaded over your shoulders, enhancing your facial features and beautiful eyes people could stare hours into, including Matthew, you often would catch him staring but always dismissed it as the emotions it brought felt nice to experience.

Both of you soon arrived to the party, flickering lights and heavy music could be heard coming from inside of the building Matt parked infront of, he got out of the car and quickly made his way over to the other side where you were sitting and opened the door for you to which you giggled and grabbed his already extended hand, ascending up the staircase and through the front door, walking right into the chaos of the party, tonight you made it your mission to look your best so you could walk into the new year with your head held high and priorities straight, but little did you know tonight you would not be doing any of those things but rather be doing the complete opposite…

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Matt’s hands had a tight grip on your plush thighs as the sound of moans and skin to skin contain echoed through the small room of the bathroom while hints of faint music occupied the background noise while you’re bend over the marble counter of the sink, immense pleasure courses through your veins as he hits your sweet spot repeatedly, your soft moans intensify with each moment spent in such position. “You like that, huh? Been such a bad little girl, teasin’ me infront of everyone in that slutty fuckin’ dress.” Matt whispers between pants in a seductive tone, delivering you more pleasure as your walls pulsated around his think length driving in and out of you faster than you could think in that moment, the only answer you could provide was a muffled hum of agreement as it was immediately silenced by a soft whimper escaping past your lips.

Matt slows down his pace for a minute, you immediately feeling the outcome of it as your pleasure begins to calm down as he leans his head down to whisper into your ear. “Use your words or I’ll have to stop ma, m’kay?” “Y-yeah, please don’t stop, need more of you inside..” you whine, wiggling your hips against his as you start to get desperate for more friction. Just as you speak up, his pace returns to the previous one and immediately bring you back to the level of ecstasy and desire flowing thought your body, soon enough you feel your tight walls clenching down on to him, sucking him even deeper inside of you. He takes notice of this and detaches one of his hands from your hip, both of his hands taking different positions now, one pressing down on the small of your back and the other trailing down to rest between your thighs, his thumb coming up to press down on my pulsating clit, only driving me closer over the edge.

“Matt, i’m gonna c-cum..” you moan out, drawing out his name as he starts to also feel close to the edge, a knot slowly building up inside of your stomach as Matt increases his already fast pace, loud yells can be heard from behind the door as the countdown till the new year starts, Matt notices and slows down again before whispering, “Hold it for me, ma. Wanna cum together in the new year, yeah?” You nod your head positively before the countdown starts. 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, when it reaches half of the time Matt immediately speeds up as the know inside of your stomach intensifies, 4, 3, 2, 1… and with the last digit being drawn out, the knot bursts as Matt’s seed paints your tight walls, mixing together with your own juices as your body lays down limp on the counter, heavy pants merging together with the tense air surrounding you both, “Gotta clean up this drippin’ pussy now, wouldnt want anyone seein’ you so fucked out the first day of the new year now, would you?”



— 🩵 𝐓aglist

• @sweetshuga @giveheavensomehell @delilahsturniolo …

⋅˚₊‧ 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒... this is my first fic written on here so if you guys read it please give me any kind of feedback and tell me your thoughts on it, I’m so excited to start my journey on here and thanks everyone for the likes and compliments !!

[sweetshuga]

「 𝑩𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌 𝑻𝒊𝒎𝒆 ✰ 𝑴.𝑺 」

ᯓ lecturer!matt smut! ────

𝒔𝒚𝒏𝒐𝒑𝒔𝒊𝒔: Giving him a blowjob during a 10 minute break between a long lecture.

Matt kept anxiously glancing at the bathroom door as he helped you hold your hair in a ponytail while you worked his length, bobbing your head up and down all while looking up at him with those eyes that made him weak.

He let out a low moan when your tongue swirled around the head of his cock. His eyes closed as his head fell back against the wall with a soft thud, his breath getting shakier as you kept sucking him off.

If anyone told him a month ago that he’d be against a bathroom wall without the door locked as he received the best head he’d ever received, from one of his students no less, he’d most definitely would have laughed in their face.

But here he was, getting just that.

It was so wrong but so fucking good—good enough for his rational side to take a backseat.

"Fuuck, sweetheart--" Matt moaned, barely holding back from just grabbing your pretty face and fucking your mouth until you were a sobbing mess, but he didn’t want to get rough with you even if you liked it or not.

You felt his length twitch in your mouth, his moans now muffled behind his hand and his expression was one of pure bliss.

His knuckles were turning white from how hard he was clamping his hand over his mouth, not wanting others to hear what you were doing to him.

It wasn’t long before he was moaning loudly behind his hand, his hips jerking forward as he released his warm load deep down your throat and you, of course, swallowed it all.

After all, It would’ve been a waste not to.

A few minutes later...

You walked into the lecture hall first and after a few minutes came Matt with his water bottle—the reason why he even stepped out of the auditorium in the first place, but then you were backing him into a wall of a bathroom just beside the lecture hall and getting down on your knees before he could react.

Your stomach did a somersault when he made eye contact with you for a few seconds – which felt like minutes – before he focused on working on his computer to open a slideshow that he planned to talk about.

He looked edible just standing there.

As Matt talked about some topic that didn’t interest you one bit, you couldn’t help but let your eyes wander alll over him like he was yours.

He caught your eyes while trying to fix a problem on his slideshow and his breath hitched, barely audible and not enough for you to hear but you knew what you were doing to him.

You knew he was as affected – if not more – by you as much as you were affected by him.

The thought sent shivers down your spine and you crossed your legs, trying to discreetly ease the tension in between them.

You were getting turned on from your own little fantasies about your lecturer and the memories of his dick in your mouth and the prettiest expressions he made when he came.

Matt was oblivious to the thoughts swirling in your head, unaware that their next encounter was going to leave him craving you more than before.

To be continued...

★ 𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒖𝒂𝒈𝒆! | 𝒘𝒄: 𝟎.𝟓 𝒌 ★

© 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒔𝒉𝒖𝒈𝒂

[delilahsturniolo]

⟡ ݁₊ . photographer!matt helping singer!reader make an album cover . . .

you're lying on the studio floor, the coldness seeping into your skin as you pose for the camera. he kneads his cock inside you, while snapping shots from behind, his camera focusing on your ass, your curves. it's all so illicit, all so perverse. it's like you're a toy, a mannequin for him to use and abuse. this wasn’t like any other photoshoot matt had done before. “matt, fuck!" you curse, his name rolling off your tongue as another wave of pleasure washes over you. you grip the floor, your nails scraping against the tile, your body writhing beneath his touch.

matt grabs your hip, his grip tightening as he thrusts into you, his camera still in hand. the studio around you is a blur, the dim lights reflecting off the lenses of his glasses. your breath hitches as he hits that sweet spot inside you, your pussy clenching around his cock. you can hear his heavy breaths, the grunts of pleasure as he takes you. "that's it, baby, take it all in," he groans, his voice dripping with lust. "you're so fucking hot, just lying here for me, waiting to be fucked."

"you know how much i want you," he whispers into your ear, his hot breath sending a jitter down your spine. "how i've been imagining this for so long." his hands roam over your body, his fingers tracing the curve of your ass, your hips. his lips press against your neck, sucking and nipping, marking you as his. you moan at the sensation, at the way his cock stretches you, fills you. you're so wet for him, dripping onto the studio floor. his thrusts become more erratic, his moans louder, his breathing ragged.

he pulls out, his cock glistening with your juices. he helps you up, positioning you on all fours, your ass in the air. he kneads your ass cheeks, spreading them apart for the camera. his lens zooms in on your glistening pussy, on his cock, now dripping with your wetness. "that's a good girl," he murmurs, his voice filled with approval. "pose for me, baby. arch your back, show me that ass." his hand runs down your spine, and you comply, tilting your hips upwards. he slides back into you, slowly, savoring the feeling of filling you again. the camera clicks, capturing the moment. "yes, like that," he encourages, his voice a low growl. "perfect. now, spread your legs a little wider."

you obey, your body aching for his touch, for the release he promises. he positions you, again and again, each shot more explicit than the last. the camera flashes, momentarily blinding you, but you don't care. you're lost in the moment, in the pleasure, in the power he holds over you. he takes a step back, taking a wide shot of you, your body on display. the shots of your glistening pussy would be for his eyes only, a little something for matt to enjoy for himself.

he moves in front of you, his eyes locked on yours. "look at me," he commands, his voice husky. "show me how good it feels." he slams into you, deep and hard, and you cry out, your body trembling with each thrust. the camera clicks, capturing your face, your expression of pure, unadulterated pleasure. he continues, his rhythm relentless, his pace picking up. sweat glistens on your skin, your breath coming in ragged gasps. the studio is filled with the sounds of your bodies colliding, of your moans, of the insistent click of the camera. finally, with a final, powerful thrust, he spills into you. you both collapse, breathless, your bodies intertwined. the camera falls to the floor, forgotten. the “photoshoot” for your album cover was complete.

© delilahsturniolo

💌: THEY’RE BACKKKK! my first au omg :( i had no ideas for them but i finally thought of something and i’m so proud, i’ve been neglecting these cuties for so long now

[mattsmedusa]

✎ #𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐝𝐫𝐲𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 ✯ 𝐦.𝐬 『 +𝟏𝟖 』

ⓘ bf!matt ᚐ dry humping ᚐ cumming in underwear ᚐ pet names ᚐ etc. + intended lowercase. 𝐰𝐜. 𝟎.𝟒𝐤

matt’s breath caught in his throat when you ground your hips just right. his cock twitched in his boxer briefs, the friction of your ass grinding against it shot white-hot pleasure through his whole body.

"baby, fuck..." matt moaned, feeling that familiar feeling of growing pressure in his tummy from his impending orgasm. his hands tightened on your hips, helping you grind harder against him as he fought the urge to just let go and cum, but he wanted to make it last.

"sh-shit... i’m gonna cum—mmfh—b-baby, slow down." he groaned, throwing his head back against the wall behind him with a soft thud.

you complied and rolled your hips languidly—enough to keep him squirming but not enough to make him orgasm. you leaned forward and held onto his knees, helping to keep your balance as you moved back and forth on his lap—giving him an unobstructed view of your ass in your skimpy little thong.

matt’s breathing grew shallow, his breath hitching every few seconds as he felt the bands in his tummy grow tighter with each slow swivel of your hips.

you smirked, feeling his cock twitch against your ass. hearing his noises becoming more and more desperate made your stomach flip, your own arousal seeping through your thong. you knew that he was close to breaking—close to coming undone just for you. and so, you started to grind against him harder, and faster, making his whole body tense.

"o-ohh, fuuuck--" matt’s eyes rolled back briefly, the delicious friction your ass was providing him got him quickly back on edge again.

a few more of your relentless grinding and he just couldn’t take it anymore. warmth spread through his tummy and he let out a low, drawn out moan as he came. his hips bucked with each spurt of cum as he shot out jet after jet of hot cum right into his underwear.

you finally stopped moving when he whimpered "baby", knowing he was likely too sensitive right now. you slowly got up and matt reluctantly let go of your hips. faint pink marks were visible on your skin from how tightly he was holding you.

when you turned around, you were met with an erotic sight. matt laid slumped against the wall, his bare chest heaving with ragged breaths and his boxer briefs thoroughly soiled with his own cum—a damp spot having formed on the crotch of it with pearly cum seeping through it.

matt’s body shuddered from aftershocks, a small shaky hiss leaving his lips when he felt the cool breeze coming in from the open window hit his wet underwear.

"wanna shower together?" the moment the question left your lips, matt stood up, only for his legs to wobble and give up under him, making him sit back down on the couch with a soft thump.

"give me some time to recover and i will shower with you." you giggled in amusement at his words, making him chuckle softly.

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[sturn777]

WHY YOU SO MAD? — fb!chris

“why you so mad, baby?”

chris is late. again.

you’d told yourself you wouldn’t wait up this time, that you wouldn’t care when he inevitably ditched your plans for some dumb frat boy shit. but here you are, curled up on your bed, phone still in your hand, stomach twisting every time it lights up. except, none of the notifications are from him.

your door swings open around 2 a.m., and there he is, looking way too pleased with himself. hair messy, lip curled in that signature smug grin. he tosses his phone onto your desk, stretching his arms over his head like he owns the place.

“c’mon, you know i didn’t mean it,” he drawls, voice lazy from alcohol and whatever the fuck else he’s been on tonight. “you missed me, didn’t you?”

you glare at him. “fuck off, chris.”

he just laughs, that deep, throaty chuckle that always makes your stomach flip, even when you hate him. especially when you hate him.

“nah, you’re cute when you’re mad,” he mutters, stepping closer.

you move to shove him away, but he catches your wrist, grip firm but loose, his thumb brushing slow circles against your skin. his eyes flick down to your lips, then back up to yours, something unreadable behind his gaze.

“one word, and i’m gone,” he murmurs. “tell me to stop.”

he’s testing you. you both know it.

your breathing is uneven, chest rising and falling a little too fast as his other hand settles on your waist, fingers pressing into the fabric of your shirt.

you could tell him to leave. but instead, your silence lingers, and his smirk grows.

“that’s what i thought,” he mutters before his lips crash against yours.

his lips are warm, insistent, moving against yours with that cocky ease that makes you want to slap him and pull him closer all at once. you hate how easily he gets under your skin, how your body reacts before your brain can catch up.

his grip tightens on your wrist, pulling you flush against him. he smells like weed and expensive cologne, a mix that’s so uniquely him it makes your head spin. his other hand slides up under your hoodie, fingers ghosting over your bare skin, making you shiver.

“still mad?” he murmurs against your lips, and you can feel the smirk in his voice.

you break the kiss, panting, glaring up at him. “yes.”

he chuckles, fingers dipping lower, just barely teasing the waistband of your shorts. “nah. you like this too much to be mad.”

your jaw clenches. he’s such a smug asshole. but he’s also right, and that pisses you off even more.

you yank his hoodie, pulling him back down into a kiss, this one rougher, more desperate. he groans into it, hands gripping your waist, walking you back until your knees hit the bed. you fall onto the mattress, and he’s on you in an instant, pressing you down, lips moving from your mouth to your jaw, your neck, his teeth grazing the skin just enough to make you gasp.

“say it,” he mutters, hands sliding lower. “say you want me.”

your nails dig into his back. you should make him work for it, should push him off and make him beg, but you’re too far gone.

“shut up and kiss me, chris.”

his laugh is low, satisfied. “atta girl.”

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[eclipsturns]

⎯⎯⎯⎯ NOW YOU'RE WATCHING ... ㅤsub!matt's gift giving kink.

matt’s got this thing: he loves spoiling you, dropping cash on gifts that get his dick hard just thinking about; not flowers or sweet shit, nah, he’s all about stuff he can watch you wear while he’s balls-deep, stuff he can rip off mid-thrust, or toys that make the fucking messier, louder, better.

you’ve caught him a million times scrolling sites on his phone, sprawled on the couch in his plaid pajama pants, hair a floppy mess, muttering, “fuck, y’d look s’good in this,” as he adds lacy thongs, silk ties, or some buzzing gadget to the cart. It’s his kink—seeing you decked out in his presents, knowing he picked it, paid for it, and gets to ruin it.

today’s no different.

you’re chilling in his room, the air thick with that stale boy smell—sweat, cologne, and whatever takeout he forgot under the bed. he’s slouched against the headboard, bare-chested, pajama pants low enough to show the faint happy trail dipping under the waistband, scrolling tiktok with one hand, the other lazily scratching his stomach.

the doorbell buzzes, and his head jerks up, eyes lighting with that slow, horny grin. “oh, fuck... it’s here,” he mumbles, his tone slurry and eager while stumbling off the bed, tripping over a sneaker as he bolts for the door.

he’s back in a flash, a small brown package in his hands, tossing it onto the bed like it’s gold. “open it, sweetheart—c’mon, for me,” he says, flopping beside you, leaning in close, breath hot on your neck as his fingers twitch, itching to see.

you rip it open, making that annoying black tissue paper spill out—and there it is: a red lace bodysuit, all sheer and strappy, crotchless, the kind that’d frame your pussy like an invitation.

his eyes go dark, tongue swiping his bottom lip as he mutters, “shit, y’gonna wear that? m’so fuckin’ hard already.”

“you’re such a perv,” you tease, smirking, but you’re already stripping—tank off, shorts yanked down, because you know it gets him whining, needy, that lazy sub side of him kicking in hard.

he watches, sprawled back, hand sliding to his pajama pants, palming his cock through the fabric as you shimmy into the bodysuit. the lace hugs your tits, digs into your hips, leaves your cunt bare and dripping, and he groans, low and desperate, “fuck, baby. y’look so good, so perfect f’me.”

“gonna use it?” you ask, climbing over him, straddling his thighs, and he nods fast, all sloppy and eager, hands fumbling to shove his pants down. his cock springs free, looking thick, leaking, the tip red and twitching as he grips it, stroking slow, eyes locked on the lace stretched tight over your chest, the open slit where your pussy’s already glistening.

“i’m so—fuck, m’so into this,” he slurs, voice cracking, “rip it if y’want, just please, fuck me.

you don’t waste time, immediately grabbing his wrists, pinning them above his head, the bodysuit’s straps digging into your skin as you grind your wet cunt against his cock, teasing, not letting him in yet.

he whines in response, loud and pathetic, hips bucking up, “c’mon, don’t tease, m’beggin’, fuck,” his voice all shaky and wrecked. you smirk, loving how he falls apart, how his lazy ass turns into this whimpering mess just for you.

“you want it bad, huh?” you mutter, sliding down, letting his cock catch at your entrance, then slamming onto him—hard, deep, the stretch burning as the lace rubs your thighs raw.

he moans, a guttural, “ohhh, fuck, yesss,” head lolling back, eyes half-shut as you ride him, fast and brutal, the bed creaking under you. his hands twist against your grip, but he doesn’t fight it, he just takes it, panting, “shit, i’m so good f’ya, right?”

“fuckin’ perfect,” you growl, letting his wrists go, and he’s on you, his hands clawing at the bodysuit, tugging straps down until your tits spill out, his fingers pinching your nipples, earning a hiss from you.

he’s whining again, “love this—love you in it—rip it, baby, fuck me up,” and you do; grabbing the lace at your chest, tearing it open with a sharp movement, the fabric splitting as he groans, “yesss, fuck, s’hot.”

you lean forward, slamming your hips down, his cock hitting deep, wet and messy as your slick coats him, dripping down his balls. he’s a wreck, drops of sweat beading on his forehead, mouth open as he moans, “so close, baby—harder, please.”

you grab his hair, yanking his head back, biting his neck until he yelps, and ride him savage, the sound of skin slapping loud, the torn lace scraping your skin, his cock throbbing inside you, stretching you.

“gonna cum for me?” you pant, voice sharp, and he nods, frantic, “y-yeah, m’gonna—please, let me,” his voice all high and broken.

you clench around him, tight and deliberate, and he loses it, his moans intensified, “ohhh, shit!” as he cums, hot and thick, spilling inside you, his hips jerking sloppy and wild.

you don’t stop grinding down, chasing yours, the bodysuit a shredded mess as you cum hard, a choked scream ripping out, pussy pulsing around him, “t-too much—fuck, you’re so good.”

you collapse on him, both of you sweaty, panting, his cum leaking out, soaking the ruined lace and his thighs. he’s dazed, grinning lazy, hand sliding up your back, voice slurry, “jeez, y’look s’good in my shit. m’buyin’ y’more—tons more.”

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[chrissturnsfav]

⋆.˚✮ singer!reader shows rapper!chris how much she liked his lyrics about her

it’s late—too late, really—but that’s when chris does his best work. the soft glow of led lights lines the walls, bouncing off his chain and casting a blue sheen over his focused face. chris leans back in his chair, hands clasped behind his head, watching the track play on the monitor in front of him. a faint bassline thumps through the speakers, followed by his smooth, rhythmic flow.

next to him on a chair, you lounge with your legs crossed, your baby pink nails tapping rhythmically on your thigh as you listen closely.

you've been known for your own music—sugary pop with catchy hooks and infectious beats. tonight, though, you're there just for him, in his oversized hoodie and sparkly pink slides, your hair pulled up in a high ponytail.

there’s a hunger in his voice as he raps that wasn’t there before, something raw. the verses hit hard, the lyrics sharper than usual. you can tell he’s put more of himself into this one.

then, a certain line drops—one that catches you completely off guard. his voice lowers just a bit, smooth but unmistakably suggestive, "keep ya tits around cause they nice t'look at", you feel a flush creep up your neck, unable to hide your reaction, as the implication lands squarely between you two.

soon enough, the track ends, the beat fading into silence. chris raises an eyebrow, clearly amused by the look on your face. “didn’t think you’d catch that line, huh?” he says, smirking a little.

a faint smile tugs at your glossy lips, “oh, i caught it,” you say, folding your arms with a sly grin. “got a lot of nerve talking about me like that on a track.”

he chuckles, pushing his chair away from the desk and crossing the short distance between you two. “yeah? thought y'might like it,” he murmurs, his voice dropping an octave.

you try to keep it cool, rolling your eyes, but the tension is thick, and he can tell you’re a little thrown. he leans in, one hand resting on the back of the chair beside you, the chair he's sitting in now between your legs.

“didn’t mean t'shock you,” he teases, his face close to yours now. “but i meant it. got pretty tits ma," chris grins, running his tongue over his teeth like he knows exactly what he’s doing. 

"i really liked it. really bold of you," you say back quietly, his nose brushing against your own and you feel yourself rushing with desire already with a small smirk on your plump lips.

"mm, yeah?" he taunts, his hand moving to rest on your upper thigh, "wanna show me how much y'liked that?"

your smirk grows and you nod your head, bringing your face closer to chris' to brush your lips against his. "i do," you mutter, your voice hoarse with arousal.

"get on those knees f'me then," he says demandingly, his blue eyes glimmering with lust as his dick grows beneath his jeans.

you waste no time in doing what he says, pushing yourself off the chair to get on your knees in front of chris. he smirks wickedly down at you as you look up at him with wide doe eyes, sparkling beneath the blue led lights.

he runs his tongue across his bottom lip, one of his hands slowly gripping your jaw while his thumb brushes across your bottom lip, "gonna jus' stare up at me or y'gonna do sum'n?" he mumbles.

you smirk up at him softly, shifting your eyes to his lap as you undo his belt before unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans.

chris lifts his hips up for you, allowing you to pull his boxers and jeans down to a necessary spot just enough to free his rock hardness out that's already dripping with precum.

you look up at him seductively, one of his hands moving behind your head and massaging your soft hair with a smirk of anticipation on his lips.

you spit in your hand, wrapping it around his base and he exhales in arousal. you then lick a long stripe from his base to the tip, your dirty eye contact with him never ceasing.

"yeah, keep those pretty eyes on me ma," he mumbles, his voice raspy with desire as you nod.

you wrap your lips into an 'o' shape, taking just his tip into your mouth before swirling your tongue around it. chris grunts lowly, gripping your hair tightly as you kitty lick his sensitive tip.

you use your other hand to slowly move your hand up and down him, seeing chris get impatient at your painfully slow pace. he grunts as he speaks, "c'mon, jus’ take it. show me how much y'loved that verse mama."

his fingers tangle your through hair, gripping hard at the back as he pushes you further down on his cock. you gag a little when he hits the back of your throat so quickly.

you give into his impatient attitude, starting to quickly move your head up and down on him, your tongue swirling all around his lengthy, hot dick as drool seeps past your plush lips.

“yeaaah there ya go baby, jus' like that, my fuckin' filthy girl," he mutters, continuing to push your head.

you gag on him again, coughing around him and he chuckles darkly through breathless pants, his grip around your hair loosening a bit to let you catch your breath, "c'mooon you can take it. you loved the song so much didn't ya? show me ma, c'mon i know you can."

you nod, flickering your eyes pricked with tears up to his face and he smirks, biting his bottom lip when you move your head again. your lips are stretched around his girthy cock, drool pooling at his base and dribbled onto your chin as you continue.

your hand moves at an ungodly pace, jerking whatever couldn't fit in your mouth as you continue to suck his cock like it's the best popsicle you've ever tasted.

chris' smirk deepens at this as he groans, biting his bottom lip and gripping your hair tightly again at the immense pleasure, "look at you, so pretty. always a fuckin' droolin' mess on my cock," he grunts. "now, lemme see those pretty tits i was talkin' 'bout."

you use your other hand to pull the hoodie up, bunching it at your neck while chris' free hand moves to squeeze your plump tit with a hiss of pleasure as your mouth continues moving vigorously up and down his wet dick.

"there they are, such pretty tits my girl's got, so pretty 'n perfect," chris groans, his hips involuntarily thrusting up into your mouth again which you gag at, making him moan quietly.

his fingers pinch at your nipple, making you moan around his cock. the vibration sends a shiver through his body as he grunts, beginning to push your head down again as he grows close.

"jesus—fuck m'so close, keep goin' f'me...my good girl, takin' my cock like that," chris groans, hissing in pleasure through deep pants. his hips begin thrusting up into your mouth as you gag and moan around him.

he moans under his breath, breathing heavily as he squeezes your tit hard, fingers tangled in your hair, "yeah, jus' like that, doin' so good, lookin' so pretty wit' those lips wrapped around my cock."

chris' thrusts into your mouth grow erratic when the knot in his stomach tightens, leaving you whimpering and gasping around him. drool drips down your chin, bubbling around your lips as you repeatedly gag, "shit," he grunts.

with one final thrust into your stretched out mouth, his warm cum shoots inside. his eyes roll back, his grip on your hair and boob tight as he throws his head back with a low grunt.

chris pants, coming down from the high before you pull your mouth off of him and catch your breath, wiping your messy mouth with the back of your hand with his load still on your tongue.

he nods at you, "open," he says between breaths. you open your mouth, sticking your tongue out to show his hot and white seed on it.

chris smirks, humming out a soft chuckle before he speaks, "mhm, now swallow it."

you close your mouth and he watches your throat bob as you swallow every drop. he nods in satisfaction, his smirk deepening before he pats your cheek, "good girl."

you smirk cheekily as you stand up and watch him pull his boxers and jeans back up, "did that answer your question?" you say with a giggle.

chris scoffs, standing up from the chair and rebuckling his belt while he smirks at you, "do i even need t'answer that?”

𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿'𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲: chris rapping in the new video made me go feral. like he sounded so good i'm being dead honest. kinda feel like it could've been better cuz i got a lil lazy lol butttt i hope you guys loved thissss!!

thank you for reading!! <3

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