#fratboy!matt x confident!reader

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[sturnioz]

꒰ STURNIOZ KINKMAS '24 ꒱ !

confident!reader ties fratboy!matt up for her own special christmas gift — but it doesn't last as long as she hoped.

"i can't believe you even agreed to this..." you murmur softly as you approach the bed where lays out—his wrists tied securely above his head, his arms stretched out on the bed frame with a blindfold covering his eyes.

"yeah, me neither," matt mumbles under his breath, his tongue poking out to wet his bottom lip as you crawl onto the bed, your eyes roaming over his exposed torso.

his stomach clenches, and a sharp hiss emits from his lips as you trail a single finger down the centre of his chest, sliding lower to trace over his v-lines and navel before unbuckling his belt and popping open the button of his jeans.

you slowly drag down the zipper of matt's jeans, your knuckles teasingly grazing over outline of his cock straight through the fabric, hooking your fingers beneath the waistband and tugging, pulling both his jeans and boxers down in one smooth motion to pool around his ankles.

his cock springs free, bobbing against his stomach and you hum at the sight—drinking in the sight of his flushed, swollen tip glistening with precum, the prominent veins running along his cock, and his heavy balls that draw up tight.

"you're so hard for me already, matt.." you smirk ass you wrap one hand around the base of his cock. "think you're more excited than you're letting on."

"be quiet," matt lets out a shuddering breath, his neck straining as you begin to stroke him, keeping a steady pace as you feel him pulse with need, growing even harder beneath your movements.

you lean down and flick out your tongue, tracing his weeping slit to taste him before you wrap your lips around the tip and sucking gently, swirling your tongue to lap up more of his leaking precum.

"fuuuuck..." matt whispers, his mouth falling open as his body jerks, the ribbon tied around his wrist keeping his hands still as he pulls against the restraints. "keep goin'.."

slowly, inch by inch, you take him deeper into your mouth, your lips stretching around his cock and relaxing your throat until your nose is nestled in the coarse hair at the base of his cock. you hold him there for a moment, swallowing around him before slowly dragging your lips back up to the tip, hearing him deeply groan.

setting a steady rhythm, you bob your head in his lap, slurping and sucking noisily as you work his cock, hallowing your cheeks as you glance up at him through wispy lashes to see the pleasure etched across his face, panting heavily with each deep throat.

"fuck, baby..." matt's hips buck involuntarily, trying to thrust deeper into your mouth as soft grunts and groans of pleasure spill from his lips.

the wet sounds of your sucking and slurping fill the spacious room, punctuated by his ragged breathing that makes your pussy ache, your own arousal dampening the material and making it stick uncomfortably to your folds.

you can feel him twitching on your tongue, and you double your efforts, taking him down your throat again with each quick bob of your heard and hallowing your cheeks hard—your free hand moving between his legs to tease the sensitive skin of his balls.

"m'gonna cum, baby." matt grunts, his voice straining as his muscles tense.

hearing his warning, you take him deep once again, burying your nose against his stomach as you swallow around him, your tongue fluttering along the underside of his cock, tracing the sensitive ridge while rolling his balls in your palm—the dual stimulation becoming too much for matt to handle as he moans even louder than before, thrashing against the restraints as he thrusts.

but you suddenly pull your mouth off his throbbing cock with a lewd pop before he can cum, climbing up his body and swiftly straddling his thighs—positioning yourself above his cock and moving your panties to the side before sinking down onto him in one smooth motion, engulfing his thick cock in your tight heat.

a guttural moan escapes matt's lip as you bury him to the hilt, his neck straining as he throws his head back against the pillows, his fists tightening as he shakes.

"pull it off," he demands, breathing heavily. "pull the fuckin' blindfold off." he tests the ribbons, muscles flexing as he does so. "and untie me. now."

"no," you hum, gasping a little as matt arches up, trying to deep the angle as you leisurely roll your hips on him.

"kitty." matt warns you again, his tone dark and leaving no room for arguments.

you huff with not being able to get your way, pausing your movements as you reach up to untie the blindfold, letting it fall away as you reach for the ribbon around his wrist. matt blinks to clear his vision, staring up at you with darkened eyes as he watches you pull the ribbon loose, letting his arms fall limply to his side, his circulation returning.

"better?" you ask with a little attitude, your eyebrows furrowing as you stare down at him until a shriek leaves you lips when he sudden switches your positions, pinning you beneath him on the bed, his frame covering yours as his hands drip your wrists and pin them above the bed. "matt!"

matt grins in response, immediately claiming your lips and plunging his tongue into your mouth as he grinds his hips again yours, gliding his cock through your slick puffy folds and nudging at your entrance.

he breaks the kiss to trail his lips down your neck, biting and sucking at the skin before his cock slides inside your gummy walls, setting a brutal pace as he pounds into you with deep strokes that have the bed creaking beneath you both.

you gasp loudly, mouth forming a perfect 'o' shape as you cling to his shoulders, your sharp nails digging into his skin, keeping him close as you wrap your legs around his waist, your vision sparkling with stars as he repeatedly hits that sweet spot.

"matt!"

divider credits. @issysh3ll

© STURNIOZ

[chrisprettybaby]

⋆.˚ fratboy!chris x shy! awkward!reader

bathroom sex

(reassurance, p in v unprotected,backsh0ts)

The music was blaring into your eardrums, almost deafening you as you walked up the stairs, chris' hand encased around your waist. He walked with his chin up, confidently gripping your waist with his fingers, showing everyone there that you were his. This was his favourite new move, some display of public affection to show people that you were finally together, after he'd been crushing on you for years.

You walked in sync with each other, him whispering dirty promises in your ear like, "Ya' look so good right now, I just wanna make you feel good." Until you reached the bathroom of the house, where he swung open the wooden door, pulled you both inside and shut it. Pressing his lips immediately up onto yours, like a magnetic attraction, his lips attract to yours, he moves them at a fast pace, his tongue swirling around your mouth.

"Mmhm, chris.." You mumble as his fingers latch onto your hips, bucking them up towards the hardness under his pants."You wanna?" He asks, "Yeah." You blush in response, diverting your eye contact. You break away from his passionate kiss, turning up your eyebrow at him, as if to ask him what position you should be in.

He chuckles lightly, at how fast you're escalating this, but of course accepts and pulls you close to him, kissing your neck hungrily then spinning you around, bending you over carefully and gently. Your hands pin against the counter top, Chris' hand scoping the small of your back.

He un-buckles his belt, pulling his pants down and glinting at your face in the mirror, your nervy face anticipating what will happen as he pulls down his underwear. "I'll be gentle with ya' okay princess?" He mutters, placing himself in line with your arched ass as he pulls up your dress, flicking your lace panties to the side. "Slow yeah?" He suggests, "mhm..please be careful." You ask him.

He slowly slides himself into you. Pushing in and out of your wet pussy. You whine out as he fills you up with his size, hoping the party music will drown out your further moans. Loud moans spew out of your mouth as he pumps in and out.

He halts suddenly, slowing himself down and stopping his movements, "d-dont stop.." you whisper at him. "I-i worried I was going to fast." He stuttered. He starts up again, his movements faster this time knowing you're comfortable.

"F-fffuck." He groans out in desperation, searching for release as your walls clench around his dick. You moan out, your wet release leaking out of you as you reach your high, euphoric and extatic, your eyes roll back and legs begin to shake, you grip onto the counter for dear life as his dick still twitches inside of you, his warm cum filling you up and rolling down your legs.

"Shiiiit..darling..." he groans, pulling out cautiously with a pop, wiping the dripping release from your gap and pulling up his underwear.

"Matt and Nick are definitely wondering where the fuck we went." He giggles, you join in the laugh, putting yourself together and re-dressing yourself with a smile.

This was lowk bad and rushed in my opinion but oh well I wanna post here and this is all I got lmaoo! Thank you for reading anyways, this is @liiixsturniolos alt! go follow my main for more content! ᰔᩚ

[chrissturnsfav]

𝓂𝑜𝓁𝓁𝓎'𝓈 𝒶𝓊 𝒸𝒶𝓉𝒶𝓁𝑜𝑔 ᥫ᭡

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ᡣ𐭩 i don’t claim ownership over any of these au’s, therefore, anyone can write about them. if you were inspired by me however, credits are appreciated <3

𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐨:

౨ৎ rapper!chris x singer!reader (popular): ˚₊‧ introduction, prompts, asks, headcannons, instagram, texts, music, everything ‧₊˚

𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐨:

౨ৎ loser!matt x fuckgirl!reader: ˚₊‧ introduction, prompts, asks, headcannons, instagram, texts, everything ‧₊˚

౨ৎ fratboy!matt x confident!reader (on hold...): ˚₊‧ introduction, prompts, asks, headcannons, instagram, texts, everything ‧₊˚

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[chrissysturnzz]

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Fratboy!Matt x Nerd!Reader headcanons

Before you read know that "Ladybug" IS Nerd!Reader and has no faceclaim other than the fact she is a curly head girl.

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Fratboy!Matt whoᯓ ✈︎ Always hoped Ladybug would come to one of his frats parties so he can introduce himself and was ecstatic when ladybugs friend brought her.

Fratboy!Matt whoᯓ ✈︎ Likes to walk Ladybug to class just so he can spend more time with her.

Fratboy!Matt whoᯓ ✈︎ Stays out until midnight so he can look at the stars.

Fratboy!Matt whoᯓ ✈︎ Only really pays attention in his animal science classes.

Fratboy!Matt whoᯓ ✈︎ Smokes mostly when stressed or tired,example of that is when he has an exam coming up.

Fratboy!Matt whoᯓ ✈︎ Keeps hair ties or hair clips for Ladybug just incase she needs them.

Fratboy!Matt whoᯓ ✈︎ Loves trying to do her hair even if they both know he's bad at it.

Fratboy!Matt whoᯓ ✈︎ Calls her names like lovey,darling,Ady,sweetheart.

Fratboy!Matt whoᯓ ✈︎ Slept with girls on occasion before meeting Ladybug.

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Nerd!Reader whoᯓ ✈︎ Majors in education so that she can become a teacher since she loves kids.

Nerd!Reader whoᯓ ✈︎ Loves to steal Matts shirts and sweatpants.

Nerd!Reader whoᯓ ✈︎ Decorated her room in stars, posters and a big wall full of polaroids(one in the middle being of her and Matt)

Nerd!Reader whoᯓ ✈︎ Tutors so she can get extra credit, every point counts to her.

Nerd!Reader whoᯓ ✈︎ Sometimes self-sabotages whatever she has with Matt because she is scared she will be one of those girls he hooks up with and then leaves☹️💔.

Nerd!Reader whoᯓ ✈︎ Likes to take pictures of the outdoors as a hobby.

Nerd!Reader whoᯓ ✈︎ Was scared her first time but was glad it was with Matt.

Nerd!Reader whoᯓ ✈︎ Loves Valerie(her bestfriend) but can't stand when she's drunk and has to be looked after.

Nerd!Reader whoᯓ ✈︎ Won't sleep until she's confident shes studied enough.

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[cvnntagious]

rory. my love. hiii ^-^ hope you’re well! i feel like i already know what you’re gonna pick, but my introduction for fratboy!chris and shy!reader is almost done (i literally haven’t written the entire middle of the prompt yet — besides the point, though) and i can’t decide what i want to focus on next and thought “who better than rory to put the decision on ☺️”

fratboy!matt x confident!reader introduction

or… (gonna, maybe, have to hear me out on this one)

trailerpark!rafe x naive!reader introduction?

lmaoo you always asking me these things is so funny to me cs i’m genuinely the least decisive person ever and am usually the one to ask other people to make the decision for me 😭 but, since i haven’t watched obx since the second (i think) season, i’m gonna have to go with the fratboy!matt one !!

[sturnioz]

midnight drives with fratboy!matt.

his grip on the back of your head tightens, fucking his cock into your mouth, driving forward until he hits the back of your throat repeatedly, forcing your gag reflex that only seems to spur him on further.

"fuuuuck, take it, baby... take every fuckin' inch of this dick," matt pants heavily, watching as saliva drips down your chin as he ravages you, his balls slapping against your face with each brutal thrust of his hips.

you happily remain still as you allow him to use you, your eyes watery and nose stuffy as your throat contracts around him, slurping him up as much as you can with your tongue.

"y'so fuckin' good to me..." matt praises you, his hands gripping your hair tightly, stretching your lips further around his cock and filling your mouth completely. he licks at his lips, feeling that familiar tingle at the base of his spine. "fuck... m'gonna cum soon."

you hum in response and matt groans deeply, his eyes rolling to the back of his head in bliss. the wet sounds of your gagging fill the car, mixing with his grunts and moans of pleasure. he can feel his climax building rapidly, his balls drawing up tight against his body as he feels your fingers fondle them for extra stimulation.

with one final thrust, he buries himself in to the hilt in your mouth, holding you down on him as he releases; filling your throat with hot spurts of cum.

"swallow it. swallow it, baby." matt hisses his demand through clenched teeth, watching as your cheeks expand around his cock before your throat bobs, having no other choice but to gulp it down as he slumps back into his seat, his spent cock twitching in your mouth as you suck around him.

you pull from him to sit up, inhaling deeply, gasping for oxygen as drool seeps down your chin. matt watches you, a grin spreading across his lips as he reaches across to gently cup your cheek, wiping away some of the excess cum that's dribbled with his thumb.

he gives your jaw a playful squeeze before he leans in press his mouth to yours, tasting himself on your tongue. you melt into his touch, kissing him back despite your lungs burning for more oxygen.

moving back, he rubs his lips together, his tongue poking out to swipe over his bottom lip as he tilts his head to the side, coaxing you back down with his hand on your jaw, brushing the swollen head of his cock against your lips.

"want more?"

© STURNIOZ

[sturnioz]

꒰ STURNIOZ KINKTOBER '24 ꒱ !

confident!reader has been in a mood all day, fratboy!matt only has one solution to put her in her place.

tw. spanking (ass & pussy slaps)

you are definitely in a mood.

no, there isn't any reason; nothing has set you off. but you are feeling irritable — evil — snapping at anyone for any little thing. the frat brothers of the house, always loud and boisterous, fall quiet the moment you enter the room, their conversations dying mid-sentence as they eyeball each other, watching as you stomp around the house, your lip curled in disdain and eyebrows deeply furrowed.

the slightest sound — crinkle of a chip bag — makes your head whip around, your eyes narrowing at the frat brother responsible who froze up, wide-eyed, waiting for you to say something.

a laugh that's too loud, piercing the air, sends a snarl curing your lips, and the frat brother who made the noise immediately clears his throat, ducking his head, desperately trying to avoid your gaze.

"kitty's got her fuckin' claws out today," one of them remarks under their breath, and it ignites a fire in your chest, your blood boiling. "must be on her period—"

"what the fuck did you just—"

before you can finish your threat, matt's already swooping in when you get too close, tossing you over his shoulder like a rag doll as he walks away. you claw at his back, frustration bubbling over as you shout for him to put you down while your finger points accusingly at the frat brother, whose face burns with embarrassment.

matt carries you to his bedroom, slamming the door shut with his foot, the sound echoing throughout the room before throwing you down on the bed, and you bounce slightly, glaring up at him with a mix of fury and disbelief.

you're seething — nostrils flaring as anger courses through you, and in a moment of frustration, you make the silly mistake of reaching out to scratch him when he holds his hands up in a gesture for you to calm down, something that only infuriates you even more and is the last thing you want to hear right now.

matt hisses as your acrylic nails graze his arm, the slight sting making him all but growl in response as he manhandles you, flipping you onto your back and laying you across his lap with a speed that disorients you.

you're kicking out your legs in protest as matt flips up your skirt, his hand cracking down on your covered ass cheek with a resounding smack. your eyes widen, a gasp fleeting past your lips as he delivers another stinging slap right after the first.

"really? gonna fuckin' scratch me when you're havin' a tantrum?" he huffs, his fingers digging into your soft flesh and you squirm, alternating between mewls and gasp as he continues to spank your ass, each blow landing harder than the last.

"matt!" your voice whines out softly, the anger and frustration fading away slowly as you whine, wiggling your hips as matt clicks his tongue against his teeth, his hand sliding under you to grope at your panty-clad mound.

"fuckin' like this shit too much. s'a punishment, sweetheart... not supposed to enjoy it."

matt's fingers roughly pull down your soaked panties mid-thigh, exposing your puffy, glistening folds to the room and you gasp as you feel his thumb rub against your sensitive clit, making you shudder.

"look at this.. already so wet f'me." matt sneers, pulling his hand back before spanking it down on your pussy, the force sending ripples through your tender skin.

a sharp cry of pain and pleasure escapes your lips as he strikes your folds again, the sting immediate and intense, making your hips wiggle back to seek more friction as you whimper.

matt repeats the motion, going back and forth between your swollen folds and throbbing clit, each spank sending shockwaves of pleasurable pain coursing through your body.

you can feel yourself getting embarrassingly wetter by the second, your arousal coating matt's hand as he slaps it down against your skin. but after one final spank, matt removes his hand from between your thighs and grabs your chin, forcing you to look at him.

"that should teach you to watch your tone w'me..." matt murmurs as he brings his hand up higher, swiping his thumb across your undereye to wipe at the mascara residue. "now, y'gonna tell me what's actually botherin' you? talk to me."

"dunno.." you answer truthfully, not liking how weak your voice sounds when you're used to being so confident and loud. "just pissed off.. bad day."

"uh-huh.." matt hums as his fingers trail back down to your swollen, glistening pussy, rubbing soothing circles around your sensitive clit, and you croon into his touch. "y'know you can come to me when you're havin' a bad day, sweetheart... s'what i'm here for, yeah?"

© STURNIOZ

[sturnioz]

fratboy!matt has an attitude that confident!reader can't handle anymore.

matt has been off all day.

he grumbles and curses under his breath, lashing out at anyone who dares to make too much noise around him or is pissing him off, and each time someone brushes past, he slams his shoulder against theirs with a force that makes it clear he's on edge.

honestly, it's starting to get under your skin.

he hasn't raised his voice or shown his frustration with you — yet — but his constant attitude is like a heavy weight in the air, chipping at your energy. and with a scoff, you grab your bag and sling it over your shoulder, deciding it'll be best if you leave for a while, shooting him a quick text that you'll know he'll see later.

back in your apartment, you lounge on your bed, a nail file in hand, shaping your nails with music playing quietly in the background, the familiar rhythm helping you unwind in needed peace, but it shatters when your bedroom door swings open with a forceful bang.

matt storms in, his brow furrowed, sweat glistening on his forehead as he tosses his lacrosse gear onto the floor with a careless thud. you raise an eyebrow, biting your cheek to suppress any snarky comment as you watch him pace around your space as you continue to shape your nails.

but as he rummages through his own things, the noise he creates begins to grate on your nerves, especially when each textbook he yanks from his bag and slams onto your desk sends a shudder through the air, the impact scattering your carefully arranged belongings across the floor.

you watch in dismay as your favourite perfume bottles tip over, rolling off the edge, and your delicate jewellery spills out, glinting across the carpet. your patience wears thin, but you take a deep, forcing a smile that feels strained.

"maaatt.." you call out, trying to keep your tone light despite the irritation bubbling within you. "pick it up, please," when he deliberately ignores you, you raise your voice. "matt."

"stop it. i heard you." he gruffs, his tone flat and dismissive. "i'll pick it up after. m'not in the mood."

"i can tell," you snap back, furrowing your eyebrows as you watch him crawl across your bed and flop down, creating a small dent in the comforter while leaving the mess behind like a storm that just swept through. "matt, i'm serious. pick it up."

"shut up for a second," he groans, rubbing his face with his palms. your eyes widen in disbelief, a scoff escaping your lips at his audacity. how dare he act this way in your space? how dare he get an attitude with you?

in an instant, you throw your nail file aside and climb onto his chest, forcing him against the bed. the suddenness of your movement catches him off guard, and he rips his hands away from his face, glaring up at you as he prepares to fire back, but you silence him, pressing your panty-cladded core down on his face.

matt makes a muffled noise of shock, his hands frozen in the air for a moment, his gaze locked on yours through his messy bangs until he feels you grind yourself against his face, and he gives in, licking and kissing you through the thin fabric of your panties.

"telling me to shut up? really?" you can't help but laugh, clicking your tongue against your teeth with a shake of your head. "how about i shut you up?"

you reach down to tug your underwear to the side, just enough to expose your slick folds to his hungry mouth, and matt's hands slide up your thighs, gripping your soft flesh before he delves deeper between your legs.

you bite down on your lip, your hips rolling in time with matt's eager tongue, using your other hand to rake your sharp nails through his hair, gripping at the roots as his tongue starts to probe deep into your wet heat, lapping at your pussy like a starved man.

he seals his lips around your throbbing clit and sucks hard, causing you to moan softly and buck your hips against his face, gripping his hair tighter as the pleasure coils tight in the pit of your belly, building with each flick of his tongue and press of his lips.

snorting, your mutter amusingly. "maybe i need to shut you up more often, hm?"

© STURNIOZ

[sturnioz]

♯┆fully introducing. . . fratboy!matt .ᐟ ( and confident!reader )

confident!reader is a party girl through and through — she loves to get prettied up, go to a raging party, get fucked up, and fuck whoever she can get her claws on. fratboy!matt happens to stumble into her line of sight... but he's definitely not what she was expecting.

with the rhythmic click of your heels against the concrete, you stride confidently down the path, your arm wrapped tightly around your friend's waist as you both approach the thumping music that spills from the frat house ahead.

the house in front of you is a lot bigger than you expected, covered in colourful banners and lights that pulse in time with the beat of the music. students overcrowd the front lawn — some are tangled up in each other, messily making out and feeling each other over their clothing, and others lay back on the grass, gazing up at the stars as they giggle to themselves, clearly high on whatever they've indulged themselves in for the night.

an amused smirk tugs at your lips as you catch sight of a figure running out of the house, eyes wide with panic and their hand firmly clamped over their mouth, barely making it to a nearby bush before emptying out their stomachs.

you exchange a knowing glance with your friend as she giggles and nudges you softly, guiding you towards the house. with each step, the music gets loud, pulsing through your body, and as you cross the threshold, your senses are hit with a mix of alcohol, tobacco and weed.

the inside is a lot more livelier than the outside.

sweaty bodies grind against each other, lost in the euphoric feeling, hands slipping beneath clothing as if the world around them has faded away. boisterous laughter and shouts mix with the booming speakers, and you can spot a few large groups huddled together, cups in hand, playing a game of beer pong, the table already cluttered with empty cups.

it doesn't take you or your friend long to get the alcohol flowing, the warm buzz quickly mixing with the other substances that heighten your senses and fuel your confidence even more for the night ahead. you've flirted, touched, kissed so many guys that had slipped into your web, but despite the attention, they've all left you feeling unsatisfied and bored — making you roll your eyes, scoff, and walk away to find your next target.

you navigate the stick, cluttered floor, pushing your way through throngs of bodies when you spot him — matt.

he's lounding on the sofa a few feet ahead, his long legs casually manspreading, knees brushing against his brother chris, who has a pretty little thing nestled in his lap. matt's dark hair falls over his eyes, giving him a brooding look as he gazes intently at you. a joint rests between his lips; he inhales deeply, holding it in his lungs before releasing it in a slow, languid exhale, the smoke curling into the air.

your confidence soars under his intense stare, and your smirk widens as you reach up, adjusting your earrings just as your friend totters over with a drunken grin, eyes blown wide and lipstick smudged around her chin.

of course you fix it for her, swiping your thumb across the marks — but you pay no mind to the jumbled words that spill from her lips as you focus your gaze back on matt who hasn't taken his off you.

he stares as he raises a beer bottle to his lips, his throat moving as he swallows. he stares as he takes another hit from his joint, and he remains unaverred even as chris or any one of his frat brothers murmur around him.

truthfully, you're sick of this back and forth already. sure, it's hot, and you're most definitely horny, but it's not enough. you want more — so you get more.

you're excusing yourself from your friend, who is happily lost in conversation and interested in some other guy, and you're sauntering over to matt, your hips swaying with purpose. you catch the way his eyes follow your movements, trailing down your body as he raises his beer bottle to his lips.

you're placing your manicured hand on his shoulder and sliding yourself onto his thigh before you even introduce yourself, glossy lips curling into a smirk, eyelashes batting in a slow, deliberate blink as you tilt your head to the side — a charm that never fails.

"i was waiting for you to come to me, but... it seems like i have to do most of the work." you say, a slight tease in your tone.

"s'that right?" matt hums, his drawl smooth and unhurried as he tilts his head back to look at you, a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes as his hand slips behind your back, resting lightly on your spine.

"you're the one that's doing all the staring, yet you can't make the first move?" you raise an eyebrow at him, a challenge in your voice. "what's that all about? you shy or something?"

matt breathes out through his nose, a quiet laugh escaping him as his tongue rolls across his teeth, his shoulders raise and sag in a nonchalant shrug, not giving you a clear answer.

usually, this would piss you off, and you'd be out of his lap in seconds if this wasn't him. there's something about him that keeps you anchored in place, and you're a little desperate to uncover what lies beneath the surface of this mysterious guy who's captured your attention.

it goes back and forth like that for a while, you making quick jabs laced with flirtatious comments, and pressing your tits against his chest, hoping for some sign of reaction — but he remains unfazed, his calm demeanour unwavering, only giving you short, drawled replies.

it's not until you mutter some grouchy comment under your breath about him being boring, ready to remove yourself from the situation that he finally reacts, his hand patting your thigh.

"get up. i'm uh.... m'gonna take y'somewhere."

and suddenly, you're in his room, folded on his bed with your legs over his shoulders, dress bunched at your hips, your nails clawing at his shoulders and back, creating red lines in it's path, your sticky cunt suctioning around his cock with each heavy drill of his hips. there's mascara streaks down your cheeks, lip gloss ruined and choked sobs mixed with airy moans ripping from the back of your throat, tits bouncing.

matt's hovering above you, both hands resting on the pillow behind your head, holding up his weight, panting heavy as his necklace whacks against your chin. he's staring down at you, eyes dark and clouded, taking in the way you look all fucked out and speechless.

you're in utter disbelief — you never expected something like this to happen. you were always the one to take charge. you were always the one leaving the other in a drooling mess. it has always been you making the moves, not the other way around.

"where's all that confidence gone now, kid? huh? what — what did y'call me again? borin', right? y'remember?" his hand finds your cheek, tapping it a few times before he grips your jaw, condescendingly shaking your head as you mewl in response. "c'mon... use y'words. don't... don't tell me i made you all dumb 'cos i gave y'some good dick?"

“m—ma—att,” you gargle his name, trying your best to conjure your thoughts, to gain back your confidence and your sharp remarks but you struggle terribly. it’s a little embarrassing for you, but deep down there’s some part of you that likes feeling this way.

“yeah….” matt laughs, “fucked you up baaaad didn’t i, sweetheart?”

authors note. huuuuge thank you to @mercurydarlingg for bouncing ideas with me for this introduction, and especially helping with confident!reader <333 and another huuuuuuuge thank you to @mattinside for putting fratboy!matt into my head from the very beginning (there was actually a fratboy!matt before a fratboy!chris, just never brought him to light until today !!)

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fratboy!matt helps confident!reader get ready for a night out with her friends.

"stay still," matt murmurs, his voice low and steady as he stands in front of you, his chest bare with a thin silver chain hanging around his neck, and sweatpants hanging low on his hips.

one hand rests firmly on your head, grounding you, while the other holds your contact lens, his tongue poking out between his lips in concentration as he brings the lens closer to your eye.

"baby, stay still.. stop flinchin' on me."

"your finger is practically in my eyeball, matthew," you huff through gritted teeth, feeling the heat of slight frustration rise. you flinch back again as the contact grazes your eye, a sharp scratch making you wince and you hiss softly, instinctively closing your eye as it begins to water. "matt!"

"sorry, sorry," he apologises quickly, stroking your head gently before his hand moves down to grip your chin, tilting your back back toward him. "i'm tryin'... just gotta keep still f'me, 'kay baby?"

you furrow your eyebrows, giving him a slight glare. "tell me to stay still one more time..."

"shhh," matt shushes you as he grips your chin with just enough force to get your attention, a warning in his eyes as you feel the urge to snap back. instead, you take a deep breath and hold your tongue, allowing him to focus. and with careful precision, he finally places the contact lens in your eye. "there we go, all done mama."

with a grin, he squeezes your cheeks, forcing your lips to pucker as he leans down, pressing a quick, sweet kiss to your lips before he pulls away and moves to stand behind you.

you begin your makeup routine, feeling a comfortable rhythm as you work. matt watches silently, his ringed hands resting on your shoulders, thumbs occasionally pressing into your skin, massaging away any tension while you apply your makeup with practised ease — you know exactly what works for you, whether bold or subtle, and the familiarity of your routine allows you to move quickly.

before long, you finish up, adding a dark coat of gloss to your lips. you rub them together, making sure to have an even spread, and you lean back in your chair to admire your reflection in the mirror, a satisfied smile creeping across your face.

"when d'you need to leave?" matt asks, leaning over your shoulder, his chest warm against your skin as he reaches for your jewellery scattered across your vanity.

"half an hour," you reply, glancing at your phone as you tilt your head slightly, feeling his fingers brush against your ears as he clips your earrings in with ease, the gentle tug making you smirk. "why? trying to get rid of me that quick or something?"

"funny." matt retorts, pressing his hand gently to the side of your neck and squeezing lightly in warning for your words before he helps fasten the necklace, his fingers grazing against your chest as he adjusts the pendant until it sits perfectly.

with a smooth motion, his hand curls under your chin, tilting your head back to meet his gaze. when he leans down to give you a kiss, you instantly make a noise of protest and shake your head, trying to pull away but he keeps a firm grip.

"no way. i'm not letting you mess up my makeup, matt."

"y'can just reapply it," he whispers against your lips, his breath fanning across your face as he leans in again, attempting to kiss you again but you're determined to fight back. "kitty."

"no," you refuse, your sharp nails reaching up to grab his hand, trying to pry it off your chin, but he holds on, his grip unwavering. "i'm serious, matt!"

"so am i," he drawls, a glint in his eyes. "reapply it."

before you can even muster another retort, he closes the distance between you, pressing his mouth to yours. you let out a frustrated noise, muffled against his lips, but his kiss is insistent — slow and warm, mulling you in.

as his lips move against yours, he deepens the kiss, coaxing you to relax and give in as his thumb gently strokes your jaw. you let out a quiet huff before surrendering, kissing him back as your hand slides up to the back of his neck, fingers tangling in his hair. the awkward position strains your neck, but you hardly care — not when you can feel matt's tongue slowly pushing into your mouth.

you can taste the sweetness of your gloss on him and you nip down on the wet muscle, a reminder to not get too carried away, and he groans at the sensation, pulling away from you with a wet smooch, rolling his eyes as his thumb wipes away the remnants of gloss that now smudges his lips.

you turn your head toward your mirror, meeting your own gaze, and the reflection shows the chaos of your lip gloss — smeared and uneven, just like you had predicted. with a deadpan expression, you glance back at matt, and he smirks, giving you a wink as you quickly clean up the mess and reapply a fresh coat.

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what if Matt wiped off kittys kiss ( as a prank ) but it was infront of everyone like kitty gave him a smooch and then Matt wiles it,off then goes back to talking to Chris

"i'll be back," you murmur into matt's ear, your fingers lightly gripping his jaw to draw his head toward you, planting a soft kiss to his lips which he reciprocates gently before you free him.

but just as you begin to push yourself off of his lap, you pause, watching him in disbelief as he wipes the back of his hand across his lips, nonchalantly erasing the kiss you just gave him.

your mouth parts slightly, and you raise an eyebrow at his audacity as you stare at him, watching as he continues to talk with the frat brothers sprawled across the couch beside you both.

you don't have lipstick on right now, so it make zero sense for him to wipe away your kiss as if you've marked him—even when you do leave a mark, he never makes a show of wiping it away, which makes this all more confusing to you.

adjusting yourself on his lap, you firmly grip his cheeks, leaning in to smush your lips against his in an exaggerating kiss, keeping your lips pressed to his despite hearing the slight noise of surprise he makes before kissing you back.

when you finally pull away, you watch closely as he raises an eyebrow at you, his expression a blend of amusement and something else before he turns back to the frat brothers, lifting his arm as he prepares to wipe away your kiss again.

this time, you refuse to let it slide as you grab his wrist tightly, halting his movements with a sharp tug and scoff.

"really? are you fucking with me?" you challenge him, blinking at him with a deadpanned expression.

the frat brothers voices fade into silence, but they continue to stare at you both, their eyes and grins wide as if they're knowing of something you don't, and it only heightens your annoyance and incredulously.

matt looks at you for a moment, his own expression mirroring yours, before a slow mischievous smile breaks across his face, his arms sliding around your waist to try and draw you closer, but you press your palm against his chest, preventing him from doing so.

"m'sorry, m'sorry," he repeats with a quiet laugh, attempting to lighten your mood. "m'jokin', baby."

"you're not funny." you shoot back, your voice firm as you try to process moment and how unfunny the joke was.

"i know, i know," he drawls, using a bit of force to pull you into him, his arms tightening around your body before his hand slides up to the back of your head, pressing his fingers into your skull in a massaging manner. "they made me do it. wanted to see your reaction."

at the reveal, your gaze shifts slowly toward the frat brothers whose faces instantly fall at being exposed. you can see the panic in their eyes as they scramble off the couch in a rush, colliding with one another as they fumble for excuses while cursing out matt for snitching on them so openly.

in hurried movements, they trip over each other's feet, causing a grin to spread across your lips at the comical scene as they rush out of the living-room, leaving you and matt alone.

you turn back to matt, your expression turning serious as you glare at him lightly. "you really thought it was a good idea to listen to them?"

matt shakes his head with a lazy smile, keeping one hand on the back of your head as the other slides up your jaw, cupping your face gently as he draws you in closer, his eyes drifting down to your lips before locking onto yours. "c'mere, baby."

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date night with fratboy!matt leaves confident!reader feeling a little territorial.

you've always been comfortable in your relationship — jealousy and possessiveness have never been a concern for you; there was no need. but tonight, as you sit across from him at the cosy little restaurant, the unexpected feelings simmer beneath the surface.

the waitress approaches your table for the fourth time tonight, her presence lingering a second too long as she asks about the meal. you're a woman, and you know the signs of flirting—those subtle gestures that are clear with intention.

normally, you would not bat an eye.

matt is a very attractive man, exuding that mysterious, quiet vibe and nonchalant attitude that draws people in. you can't blame them for being hooked—fuck, you were captivated by him too.

but tonight is so different.

it's that look on the waitress' face—the way her eyes sparkle, those lashes fluttering as she leans in close with a pretty smile, giggling as if matt just said something so unbelievably hilarious. it rings in your ears like a taunt.

then comes that moment when her hand lingers on his shoulder, a brief but unmissable touch, and a knot of unease tightens in your stomach. a surge of emotions floods you—jealousy, irritation, a fierce territorial feeling you didn't know you had.

it's unsettling as fuck.

matt isn't even giving her the time of day, which you should be grateful for, but your gaze is glued to her fingers brushing against his arm as she speaks in a tone that's low and inviting, acting as if you aren't sitting across from him.

irritation bubbles up inside you, hot and sharp, and you let out a empty laugh, running your tongue across your teeth as you stare at your untouched pasta, stabbing your fork into the plate with more force that necessary.

"baby.." you hear matt's voice break through your haze as the waitress walks away, his boot gently knocking against your heel to grab your attention. "y'good?"

"oh. great," you reply, your tone dripping with sarcasm as you force a smile. "i love watching other women touch you. so fun."

"y'know i don't give a fuck about her, right? not when i got you," matt reassures you, his eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that almost breaks you; prodding your tongue against your cheek to fight the urge to smile. "i got my eye on you. just you."

"well, aren't you sweet for the reassurance," you say, your sarcasm softening into playful teasing, your irritation dully just a small bit. his grin widens, and he bites his fork, winking at you from across the table. "but still, it's disrespectful and... i'm uncomfortable."

"do y'wanna leave?" matt asks immediately as he sets down his fork, reaching for his wallet instead. "we can leave right now, baby. say the word 'n we'll go."

you think it's sweet, extremely sweet, the way he's willing to drop everything for you. but you're not the type of person to back down so quickly — even if it may be the best idea.

"no," you answer with a shake of your head. "we're on a date. i'm not letting anything or anyone ruin that."

although, you spoke way too soon, because in your peripheral vision, you spot the same waitress making her way back to your table, and a wave of irritation washes over you — gripping your fork tighter in your palm.

"wine?" her voice sounds vile in your ears, and you watch as she presents an expensive bottle in front of matt, a smile pretty smile on her face. "on the house, it's a specialty."

"i don't like wine," matt replies flatly, his gaze unwavering from you as he takes a slow sip out of his glass. you suppress the urge to laugh at the sight of the waitress' eyes narrowing slightly, her smile faltering.

"oh.. is there anything else i can get you?" her tone shifts a little, trying to regain control of the conversation again.

"i—"

"i like wine," you interrupt, placing your fork down and straightening up in your chair, holding out your hand expectantly. "i'll take it."

the waitress blinks and gives you a false smile, clutching the bottle tighter in her grasp. "it's a very expensive bottle, that'll cost—"

"is it not on the house?" you press, remembering her words from earlier that were directed towards your boyfriend.

"no," she smarmily smiles, a hint of condescension in her voice. "none of our bottles are."

"right... 'cos i'm almost positive you just told him—"

"no, you must've heard me wrong," her tone sharpens, and you can feel your jaw clenching. "sorry!"

you watch her walk off again, and you slowly turn your head towards matt with a look of disbelief. he meets your gaze, his expression mirroring your own, and he shakes his head lightly. his ringed fingers tap against the side of his glass, a subtle sign of his own frustration with everything that's going on.

as the evening goes on, you can feel your anger rising. each moment only fuels the fire witin you, and you lose your appetite as you push your fork aimlessly around your pasta, the once-steaming dish now cold and untouched—scraping your fork against the plate.

your eyes remain fixed on the waitress, who glides around the restaurant. she purposefully walks past your table time to time, and it feels so intentional — especially when her gaze lingers on matt with a pretty smile.

it infuriates you to watch her act as if you're invisible, her blatant disrespect getting on your nerves. how can she so openly flirt with a man who is clearly taken? you're not having it, not one bit.

the tension at your table is palpable, thick enough to slice through, but you're grateful that matt seems to try and help calm you down by rubbing his foot gently against your leg while his hand reaches across the table, locking your fingers together in a firm grip.

you take a deep breathe, trying to regain your composure as you glance back at matt, offering him a tight lipped smile and he responds by raising your knuckles to his lips, pressing a lingering kiss that momentarily pushes aside your annoyance.

but just as the moment feels special, the waitress reappears yet again, but you're already snapping before she could even get the chance to open her mouth. you were done.

"what's your fucking problem?" you ask, your voice icy as you take your hand away from matt's, fixing her with a dark glare. "do you want to fuck my boyfriend or something?"

the waitress blinks, completely caught off guard, her confidence crumbling in an instant as she stutters, "e-excuse me?"

"there's clearly a reason why you won't leave us alone," you continue, tilting your head to the side, a smirk playing on your lips. "what? you think being you all smiley and batting your lashes is subtle, sweetheart?"

her face falters, and you can see the panic rising once she realises she's been called out. "i-i didn't—"

"and doing that in front of his girlfriend?" you let out a sharp laugh, pointing a talon nail at yourself before shaking your head. "please. if you think your little game is cute, it's not. it's fucking pathetic."

she stutters, glancing nervously at matt, clearly looking for some sort of rescue, but he's not even paying attention to her — his eyes are locked on you, the corner of his mouth twitching.

"i-i'm sorry..." she tries, but it comes out as an embarrassed whimper, the confidence she once had now completely shattered.

"i don't want to hear it." you cut her off, a careless flick of your hand silencing her. you can see her squirm under your gaze, the humiliation washing over her as she struggles to find the right words—mirroring a deer caught in headlights. "go."

with a another, final, dismissive wave of your hand, the waitress quickly scampers off, nearly colliding with another customer who pulls out their chair. the sight is comical, and you can't help but feel a rush of satisfaction watching her flee.

you poke your tongue against your cheek, turning back to matt, your heart still racing from the confrontation. you notice the way he's looking at you, and you purse your lips, feeling a twinge of guilt for making such a scene. "i'm... sorry. i just—she pushed me. she had to be put in her place."

"don't worry, baby," matt murmurs softly, his voice low and soothing as he reaches across the table to grasp your hand again, his thumb rubbing over your knuckles gently as a smirk settles on his lips. "i kinda liked it."

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confident!reader asking fratboy!matt to use her fave sex toys next time they fuck

my dumbass realised i read this wrong after writing it lol. i wrote confident!reader asking fratboy!matt to use her fave sex toy WHEN they fuck. oops. hope you still like it tho.

your mouth drops open, panting heavily, unable to steady your breathing as matt has you pinned beneath him, your knees pressed to your chest with your legs over his shoulders as he plows into you with a brutal but pleasing force.

his fingers are wrapped around your throat, his thumb pressing lightly into your skin to give you that thrill as your body jolts on the bed with each thrust, your choked moans and his grunts mixing in with the sounds of skin meeting skin.

"m-matt," you call out his name, watching as he raises his head from where he was once watching himself fuck you, dark gaze now meeting yours. "use the toy."

"use the toy?" matt smirks, rolling his tongue across his teeth as he teases. "what? am i not enough f'you?"

"shut up," you laugh, another breathy moan fleeting past your lips when he angles his hips, his mushroom tip repeatedly prodding against the sweet spot that has your toes curling, but you need another push, so you dig your acrylic nails into his biceps. "get it."

"a'ight.. put your claws away, kitty" matt clicks his tongue against his teeth with a tut, slowly down his moments as he leans back, reaching towards the nightstand and pulling open the draw to search what he was looking for — your small, silver vibrator.

you watch as matt switches on the toy before guiding the buzzing head to your clit, causing you to gasp out loud and arch your back, your walls clamping tighter around matt's cock in response.

"oh, fuuuck." you pant breathlessly, feeling the knot in your stomach tighten already just from the extra stimulation, your legs trembling against your chest as matt keeps one hand pressed down on the back of your thighs, ensuring that you remain squished.

"there we go... keep squeezin' around me like that," matt hums, his tongue poking out between his lips as he resumes his pace, rolling his hips forwards, fucking into you once again as he keeps the vibrator pressed to your clit. "this what you wanted?"

"uh-huh.." you moan with a nod of your head, your body writhing beneath him as the dual sensations of his cock plunging into you repeatedly and the vibrator buzzing against your sensitive clit sends wave after wave of pleasure coursing through your veins. "more."

matt tuts again, shaking his head down at you. "always makin' demands.. c'mon, kitty. where's your manners, hm?"

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fratboy!matt is good at pool, i picture…..

ok but hear me out.

fratboy!matt playing pool with confident!reader, and she’s pretending to not know how to play just so matt can “teach her” but she just uses it as an excuse to grind her ass against him </3 and he’s muttering in her ear how he isn’t afraid to bend her over the table in front of everyone and she’s just like … do it.

ends with matt dragging her upstairs, shoving her face down ass up in his bed. im weak. fragile even.

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