#matt sturniolo smut

[solarsturniolo]

High as fuck and i think im abt to jerk off to this man

are you fucking kidding

guys

holy fuck

[chrepsi]

i love how we all mutually came to the decision that chris calls reader ‘ma’ and matt calls reader ‘sweetheart’

[mattybsgroupie]

— nasty ★ matt sturniolo

— CONTENTS: established relationship; handjob (m receiving); oral (f receiving); PISS kink; mommy kink; sub!matt

— NOTES: so many thoughts in order to write this... but what really made it for me was nick asking matt if that wet spot on his pants was pee........... and i just had to write it........ as usual, it’s not for everyone — if you don’t like it, please DO NOT READ. it’s also not proofread, but i hope you enjoy it anyways ♡ pinky promise next week i'll post breastfeeding chris!!! love yall ♡

matt had chugged two cans of root beer and two bottles of water before coming to you. he spent the night gaming with his brothers, acting like a teen. matt’s room was a mess but he didn’t mind it — he knew he wasn’t on his best behavior, coming towards you in slow, lazy steps, a small pout pairing with his flushed cheeks.

you pretended you didn’t notice when matt sat next to you, completely ignoring him. a frustrated sound came from the back of his throat, his blue eyes expecting to meet yours. 

“mad?” he asked in a low tone, placing his chin on your right shoulder. his slender fingers traveled to your face, caressing your soft skin before placing a strand of hair behind your ear. you couldn’t help but chuckle at his sweet gesture, always making sure you were okay even if you were mad at him — which, in fact, you weren’t. you just thought matt needed a punishment for acting like a brat for the past few days, and especially for making fun of you when you brought up a certain topic. 

it was supposed to be funny. you showed matt a picture that read “when he doesn’t let me hold it while he pees”, thinking he would laugh along with you. unexpectedly, matt rolled his eyes and tossed your phone away, simply saying “that’s nasty” and going back to whatever he was doing.

matt placed his lips on your neck, a lingering seal showing how sorry he felt. “‘m sorry” he whispered, waiting for you to accept his apology. due your lack of reaction, matt kissed you again, this time sucking on your skin a bit harder, satisfied with the red spot he left.

“been a bad boy, ‘m sorry” matt repeated himself, nuzzling his forehead on you, silently trying to reach your breasts. “mama” he called, finally being able to get your attention. you looked at him, allowing him to continue. “didn’t mean to be a brat”

“and yet you acted like one” you said, tangling your fingers on the back of his head, gently pulling his brown locks, forcing matt to back off from your tits. he whined, crossing his arms and staring at the floor. “what do i gotta do? please” matt asked, getting up just to kneel down in front of you. his blue orbs were filled with tears, frustration and disappointment taking over him.

you ruffled matt’s hair, a naughty grin forming on your lips. he understood what you meant, his hands going to the waistband of your pants, playing with the fabric as he stared at you. “be a good boy, yeah? make me cum real good and maybe i’ll forgive you” you said and matt nodded eagerly — he needed your attention more than anything.

matt pulled your clothes down along with your underwear, exposing your bare pussy as you adjusted yourself, spreading your legs apart and allowing him to get in between your thighs. both of his hands went to your hips, his thumb pressing harshly against your skin, a gasp leaving your mouth when he placed a seal on your clit. goosebumps took over your body as matt lowered his tongue, reaching for your hole only to get back to your clit. his licks were messy and sloppy, spit escaping from the corners of his lips and drooling down his chin, adding to the mess underneath him. 

the saliva dripped and stopped right at matt’s silver sweatpants, the wet spots turning the fabric into a darker shade. you ignored matt’s pathetic boner, too focused on your pleasure to give any kind of relief to his aching cock — and bladder. he was getting uncomfortable by now, the pressure on his lower tummy growing at each second. he was painfully hard, needing relief in both ways. he wanted to cum, but he really needed to pee. 

his desperation was clear, his tongue swirling in circular motions around your clit just before sucking it with all his might. matt started humming something as he approached your entrance, sending a wave of vibrations through your wet folds, causing you to moan loudly. he had to stop for a second, pulling away from your pussy, trying to catch his breath. “m-mommy” he called, swollen lips and flushed cheeks adding to his fucked out expression. “i need to… i need to go to the bathroom” he confessed, expecting your understanding. 

you clicked your tongue, “so you really don’t care about making mama feel good do you?” you complained, and matt denied with his head. “no! i do! i just- i need to pee really bad” matt pouted, both hands going to his crotch. you finally noticed the stains on his pants, some from spit, some from a different kind of wetness. “are you already leaking, baby? can’t even hold your bladder?” you teased, receiving a whine in response.

“c’mon, finish what you started and then we’ll take care of your nasty pants hm?” matt nodded, understanding that he deserved this punishment after behaving like a brat. he went back to your pussy, giving it a few sloppy kisses before pushing his tongue inside you, your juices making it easier for him to slide in. your thighs suddenly closed around his head as you kept moving your hips, practically humping his face. his nose rubbed against your clit perfectly while he fucked his tongue inside you, filling you up with the warm, wet muscle.

the knot in your lower tummy starts to tighten, begging to be released. you no longer hide your moans, whining loudly as you felt your orgasm approaching. you tug on matt’s curls, pushing further against him, chasing your own high. it didn’t take long — it only took matt’s whimpers against your pussy — until your orgasm washed over you, spasms taking over your body as you released on matt’s tongue, cumming all over his face.

matt, however, kept going. you tasted so good and he needed to redeem himself, especially when he felt about to burst. his tip leaked, oozing liquid from his slit not sure whether it was pre-cum or pee. you had to pull his hair, removing his tongue from your throbbing cunt.

“you’re so yummy, mama” matt said, gathering the stickiness around his lips and bringing it to his own mouth, licking your juices and smiling at you. “good boy” you praised, ruffling his hair and caressing his cheek. “matt, baby” you cooed, looking at the poor boy under you, “your pants are soaked”.

matt looked down at his own crotch, placing both hands there, trying his best to hold himself. “‘m sorry— it hurts!” he complained, trying to justify the small leakage on his sweaters. “what hurts the most hm? your cock or your bladder?” you asked, watching as matt squirmed on the floor. “both!” he whined.

“you gotta pick one, baby. you can piss yourself right here, or you can try jerking off” you said, crossing your arms. “i’m going to the bathroom!” matt responded, full of determination. he stood up, only to suddenly bend forward, the sudden movement increasing the pressure on his bladder.

“i can’t hold it!” he whimpered, puppy eyes begging for you to let him go. “aww, you poor thing” you cooed, delighting yourself with the scene in front of you. “not so nasty right now is it? when you need to go this bad?”

“mommy!” matt cried, finally giving up. he didn’t remove his hands, still trying to contain the inevitable. the wet spot became bigger as matt pissed himself in front of you, the loud hiss of his release taking over the quiet room. the warm liquid spread across his pants, completely drenching his sweater in piss, tears spilling from the corners of his eyes. it was too much — the desperation, the humiliation, the helplessness.

“there you go” you smiled at him, the warm, loving tone completely different from your indifference seconds ago. “my good, good boy” you praised matt, who held back a smile at your words. “take off these pissy pants and cmere, yeah?” you patted your thighs, calling him to come sit on your lap.

matt immediately removed his soaked clothes, trying his best to clean himself with the dry parts of it. he walked towards you, his stiff cock covered in pre-cum.

matt made himself comfortable on your lap, hiding his face on the crook of your neck. he was completely embarrassed by what he had done, but these thoughts disappeared as soon as he felt your fingers wrapping around his dick, jerking him off at a quick pace. “‘m gonna— gon’ cum” matt cried, feeling his high approaching. it was pathetic, not only he had pissed himself — he couldn’t even contain himself from cumming.

“make a big mess for mommy” you said, rubbing his slit with your thumb. matt’s whimpers only got louder, his hips bucking forward as he practically fucked your fist. he came with a loud moan, spurting thick ropes of cum on your palm. the warm, sticky liquid covered your hand and his own tummy, matt panted heavily as he tried to come back to his senses.

you licked your hand, cleaning his release with your tongue. “don’t do that” he said, “i have nothing left in me” you chuckled, acknowledging that matt was completely dry.

“and i’m sorry” he continued, snuggling on your chest. “shouldn’t have been a brat. it’s not nasty” he admitted, “but you gotta let me do it to you”.

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car sex with matt .ᐟ

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[endereies]

TAKING CARE OF YOU - MS

Warnings - Sub!Matt, handjob/blowjob, riding, slight praise kink, no protection, pet names (baby, sweetheart, sweet boy), slight mommy kink, I think that's it? Summary - Matt just wants you to take care of him and distract him from his long day Word count - 4.5k Author's notes - I never know how to structure these warnings, summaries etc but anyway. This took exactly a month to write and I couldn't tell you why. To be honest it isn't easy trying to write Matt whining during class so I am gonna blame that! As always, I do try to make sure it's written realistically and in enough detail but of course I'm open to suggestions etc. On that note, enjoy sub!matt.

You could tell just the day that Matt had. His feet dragging lazily on the floor when he walked through the front door, his keys landing in a small bowl and his bags dropped onto the couch. A long sigh brushed past his lips. His shoulders tense. He steadily removes his jumper, the extra heat and fabric overwhelming his senses. Even if he wasn't sure if you were inside, he didn't call out to check. However, he needed a recharge and he knew he would have to find you to get it.

"Baby..?" After a few calls, he finally found you. You were swaddled in blankets with your headphone covering your ears - no wonder you didn't respond. A new book purchase sat tight in the grip of your palms. When you moved to the top of the next page you smiled at the sight of your boyfriend. He set his eyes on you, entering with his own smile. "Hey..."

His voice was meek, and not due to the proximity. It wasn't just tender, but tired. "Long day?" You'd pick up the subtle hints of his behaviour as you grew to know him and by now you could read him like an open book.

He nods at your care, your book placed on the bedside table. Once he made eye-contact with you, the previous hours rushed to the back of his head. His feet slugged forwards rounding the bed before collapsing next to you. A groan is muffled into the pillow before he shifts his position to be almost completely on top of you. You never complained when he did this, the closeness was something you craved .

"My head is a mess, Chris won't stop yelling any chance he gets and Nick just kept encouraging it. It's- It's too much." He hadn't lied, his head was a mess. The loudness consumed everything and he just needed things to be quiet, managed for him without using any extra brain power.

His body lifts to face you straight on, his breath lingering on your skin. He dropped his head to your neck, grazing his lips against it. They touched hesitantly, placing a soft kiss on your skin before peppering a few more. His mind was in turmoil and he needed you to drown it out. You sighed at the contact which only made his brain fuzz.

"You want something, pretty boy?" A chuckle breaks the following silence, Matt's own lips curling into a weak smile. He nodded as he placed one final kiss. "Can you just- fuck- I just need you, please?"

"Of course baby, you want me on top for you?" After a hum of approval he leant back and off your body, sitting up straight. "Mhm, yeah... I do."

You sat up along side him, tugging at your shirt slightly before prying it off your body. You didn't do it teasingly, yet slow enough to let Matt enjoy it. His gaze dropped low, eyeing your chest thoroughly. A quiet cuss left his mouth as he continued to stare. "What do you want, Matt...you want me to ride you?" Your voice was painfully low, your words tormenting his brain.

"I do but-" He pauses, working through the hesitancy of his thoughts. "Can you suck me first, I don't want it to be too much..." A blush formed on his cheeks, any form of dominance sliding away.

More often than not, Matt would only beg when he wanted to please you, eat you out for hours or treat you perfectly when you wanted to refuse. Yet, you adored the times like this where he would allow himself to fall into his level of trust for you. You adored his comfortability too.

"Of course I can, I'll take care of you, yeah?" Once he nodded you shifted so that you were on either side of his legs, close enough to lean down to him easily. You start with a gentle touch under his shirt, massaging the tense muscles underneath. He sighed beautifully at the contact, the temperature difference between you forcing every nerve ending to burn. You were gentle, avoiding any majorly sensitive areas, rubbing deep.

Then you connected your lips with his, your touch insistent. It's as gentle as anything else you planned to do, featherlike. You give a final peck to his lips, pulling apart to speak as you pulled his shirt. "On or off?"

"Off please." You hummed in approval and pulled the shirt off with some help from Matt. His tattoos were free for you to gawk at, running your finger down them. "You're so pretty, you know that?"

He let out an awkward chuckle, avoiding how the praise made him feel. His body shifted under your gaze, staring at your eyes and following where you looked. You hadn't meant to tease him, but you did always appreciate his tattoos. The thin inks lines crafting designs that only you could touch and adore.

Normally you'd make Matt beg a little more for what he wanted, but the pure plead in his eyes twisted your heart. How could you ignore how sweetly he looked at you. "Want my help now ,baby?" Without waiting for a response, you dragged your hand to his waistline, sliding your hand under his clothing. His hips bucked slightly at your slightly colder hands and settled back when you soothed his skin.

Your fingers hooked onto the fabric, and you looked up to Matt expectantly. "Oh- sorry..." He then lifted his hips for you - a reassuring smile crossed your face as you brought his clothes down to his feet and tugged them from his body. They landed on the floor with a small thud, and you once again brought your attention to his face. Trust was written all over it, and it was warming to see. Eye-contact was held before he nodded with a large swallow, permission granted for you to continue. So you did.

Your hand wanders just as before, reaching under his boxers. Your hands were so close but you were just far enough to make him whine. He was trying hard to be patient, his eyes flickering between where your touch burned his skin and your face, a grin upon your face. His attention is brough back to himself when you attempt to slide his boxers past his hips, yet his rises them again to help you.

Unlike Matt, you were mostly clothed, you were too focused on him to even think about yourself. It pushed Matt into a further state of submission, reliant on you to help him. He falls into the nasty habit of licking his lips, a way of asking for yours, substituting any method he could get when you weren't kissing him. You shifted from his hardening dick and acknowledge the action with a warm smile. "Want a kiss, baby? Would that help?"

It was no shock to you when he nodded intensely, pushing himself up slightly to his elbows. Any reason to get closer to you. You were just as quick to meet him halfway, your lips connecting softly. Matt often found himself relaxed when you kissed him. It reset his breathing, silencing any worry in his mind and now was no different. The yelling of Nick and Chris fell to the back of mind, further if possible. The hints of your mint lip balm coated his lips, the smell rising between you. It softened them - a feeling that he loved. His lips always felt plump between your teeth, grazing the skin before going back to sucking on them. He loved the unpredictable feeling of it, sighing heavily.

His chest pushed against you in heavy breaths, his neediness showing more by the second. Matt whined when you pulled away, wanting your touch more than anything. Normally, he would hide with embarrassment when he made sounds like that - no matter how much you loved them. He didn't care in the moment, maybe he would tomorrow.

His body flopped back on the bed, releasing the strain of his elbows. However, you weren't quite finished, your lips meeting the skin of his neck. While leaning on your left, your right handed stroked the skin as you dragged it down past his stomach at the slowest pace. Matt shuddered beneath you. The light brush from your fingers made his skin tingle, the feeling in his stomach growing.

"You ready..?" Your voice broke the silence gently, looking at him for confirmation once more. He nodded which you felt in the movements of his body. The hold in your eyes adjusted, all touch of his body releasing. "Use your words, I know you can."

The corners of his mouth lifted when you recited the words he always muttered into your ears. He understood your reactions now. "Wan' your mouth, I- I need you, baby.." His voice cracked with need. He didn't want to think.

As much as you wanted to, you weren't going to tease. The pleading in his voice, barely holding back a whimper, made your head spin. This state of Matt was so rare to see - you were going to savour it all. You began with your hands snaking its way to his base, wrapping around it while you positioned yourself lower on the bed.

"Shiiiit..." His grip on the sheets tightened - anything to stop him from squirming. It was slow. It was enough for a slight pressure relief yet he knew what was truly coming. Once the dip in the mattress shifted towards his legs, his head pushed itself back into the pillow. He was now blinded from your action, but he wasn't given much time to regret it before he felt a small warmth down his dick.

The drop of saliva tracked its way down slowly before your palm was placed on top of it. The warmth of your palm and the stickiness of your saliva made him groan. His ribcage heaved an exhale when you steadied the grip you had. A few pumps later and he was fully hard in your hand.

When your hand left his body he planned to protest - beg even. You knew that and waited until his mouth opened to circle your lips around his tip. Instantly, he thrives under you, the sudden development surrounding his senses. Matt knew his body wouldn't hold out like usual but the sensitivity of his body paired with your touch made him cringe at the high possibility of cumming quickly.

You weren't going to blame him, you saw the signs of his body telling you he wouldn't last, you'd been in the same boat before. He treated you with such care, it was only fair to return it. "Shhh, it's alright. Let me take care of you tonight." A soft kiss landed on his hip, a few more on his thighs to settle his senses in any way you could.

This time you let your breath fan over his cock a few times, a signal you would repeat yourself. When you did, the response from Matt wasn't as overwhelming. Matt was desperately trying to hold back his body from moving, it would only bring him closer to the edge and even he wanted to hold on to this feeling. One thing he couldn't stop was his mouth, pure whimpers falling straight from his slacked jaw. It made you so happy - especially when knowing his hesitations to fully let go and give himself over. The trust he had in you made your heart swell and your body hot.

Both of his eyes were clenched shut, knowing that if he looked at the sight of your mouth surrounding his dick, he'd cum instantly. His pretty eyes were missed from your sight but you understood, so you focused on the task at hand. Every thought was gone from your minds, replaced with the feeling of the other. Pure heaven.

Matt wasn't using his mind anymore, every thought he tried to muster fell flat. Murmurs of your name were all that remained, stained with you.

Your mouth got used to the intrusion slowly but surely. You urged it to settle faster, wanting to take him completely and give him what he asked for. "I can't- fuck." You knew what he referred to, you weren't stupid.

Any other words of protest died in his mouth when you take him whole. You gag slightly but you pull back until you were comfortable, your hand taking what your throat couldn't. You knew he'd try and convince you to take your time, holding himself back so that you were content. Yet, torturing his body and mind for you wouldn't happen, you knew him well enough to know when he did.

His hips stutter forward, high-pitched apologies barely understood through his moans. It was a beautiful sound and you craved more. You rise up to focus on his tip. Not only was it more sensitive for him, but it gave you a view of his face that you rarely saw.

Matt's eyes clenched shut with furrowed brows, his head lolled back, and his mouth parted with wet lips. Pure pleasure written on his face, and it made all that more eager to please. His chest rose and fell quickly, a sign he was trying to tense himself and hold back. You didn't care if he finished quicker than normal - it was about him after all. Replacing your mouth with your hands, you spoke up. "Don't do that, baby. I just want you to relax, can you do that for mommy.."

Instantly, he attempted to relax, refraining from his usual tactics. The nickname stirred in his head. It was all he could focus on, his mental capacity being full of you. Matt nodded, knowing if he opened his mouth, only a shy whimper would escape. Satisfied, you returned the warmth of your mouth to his cock, pushing deep. The feeling had become familiar to you by now, your throat welcoming the intrusion.

Matt groaned again, louder than before. You could tell he was close by the twitch in his hips, stuttering forward to increase the friction. One hand, previously wrapped around his dick, moves to rub the skin on his hips. A soothing gesture to help ground him. You knew Matt, he'd get lost of the feeling of his approaching orgasm and overwhelm himself. The action of your palm resulted in a heavy sigh and soft repeating whimpers.

"Plea- please.. m'close." You barely heard his voice, hidden in his words. If only you weren't so focused on every sound he made. You smiled to yourself, content in your understanding of him. It wouldn't be long until he came - you wanted to make the last moments euphoric.

A shaky moan came from his throat, wavering until it fell into whimpers, all for that cycle to start again. Both of your hands relaxed into a rhythm, pumping whatever ever you could between your fingers whilst the soft warmth of your lips bobbed up and down. It was constant pleasure what Matt, every fibre pushing that feeling forwards. His arm reached forwards to your shoulder, gripping it and nursing the skin in a way to ground himself. One of your hands left his cock, the other working doubly as hard, so that you could ground him in the feeling of your hand in his.

His palms were sweaty, uncommon for him. As much as that was an uncomfortable sensation, you held on strong. He needed this, needed you. His grip fluctuated in strength, stronger when his orgasm drew closer.

"You can cum whenever you need to, yeah? Just let go..." Matt hadn't even processed the loss of your mouth, saliva still be coated around his dick, only when you return did the temperature make him thrive.

Focusing on Matt, you continued that old routine. You sucked minutely harder, your tongue grazing a vein, but it was exactly what Matt needed. He groaned continuously - unable to stay quiet if he tried. With another stutter of his hips he climaxed hard.

The grip on your shoulder tightened, a mark beginning to form on your skin. Forgetting your hands, you pushed your mouth fully onto Matt's dick, gagging slightly. Strings of whimpers came from Matt, which only egged you on. "Fuckfuckfuckkk-"

A warm substance eased into your mouth, efficiently gathering itself on your tongue. You stuck it out to show Matt before pulling it back into your mouth to swallow it. His eyes widened at the sight, and he groaned with a happy smile lingering by his cheeks. "You're fucking killing me" He spoke happily between moans as you prolonged his orgasm to spread the feeling of bliss.

Once he started to writhe, you released him, pulling your body up to meet him one on one. His expression was already dopey and the pure content made you smile. "You feeling better?"

He nodded graciously. "Definitely, thank you so much, baby..." His arm mustered the energy to lift its way to your jawline, tracing the skin atop the bone smoothly. Admiration stood between you both momentarily, pure love, and a silent thank you being translated. The kiss that followed was soft. One would question if there was any lust in it at all. The traces of his orgasm lingered on your tongue, the taste turning you both on.

You pulled apart, each of your lips not wanting to let go. "You still want me to ride you?" Elegant tones suspended from your mouth, your breath mingling with his. He looked away for a moment - breaking the eye contact. "I do... is that okay?"

You wanted to melt at the way he spoke and you were unable to stop the smile that flooded your face. "Of course I can, are you okay to go now?" He nodded once more, his stomach tensing slightly. You noticed this an decided to test him. When your hand inched closer to his dick and wrapped around the base of his dick. His stomach and surrounding muscles flexed harder with an inhale he was unfortunate to expel. "Impatient are we?"

"Shut up... I wanna please you too, baby. That's all." The grip you had on him loosened, his gaze falling anywhere else to avoid how your lips lifted. "Matt, tonight is about you, don't stress about me. You always make me feel so good anyway"

The way he faced you was immediate - praise sinking into his mind. That wasn't the effect you had initially wanted, but with the way his cheeks flushed, you were glad it worked out that way. He was still hesitant to truly acknowledge the words but they slipped out none the less. "Yeah?"

"Mhm, always," You paused your speech, letting the divide change the topic for you. "You ready now?" This time, his response had more confidence to it, nodding happily and shuffling across the sheets to make his position easier for you.

"I'm gonna go slow because I haven't stretched yet, I don't mean to tease, okay baby?" Going slow was always a tease for the both of you, wanting each other has close and as quick as possible. But pleasure was the main focus at the moment. The praise and the way your hand gently stroked at this dick made him half-hard again, so you took action. The bottoms that hugged your waist were pulled down at the same rate as your shirt. Goosebumps rose to your skin as you were no longer wrapped in an extra later or warmth. To make things slightly easier, you brought your underwear down too, slick starting to gather.

Your body moved and shuffled up the bed, placing both your knees to rest beside his. Both your eyes kept flickering between his face and where your bodies aimed to connect, making sure he was on the same page. He noticed this quickly and chuckled lowly. "I'm fine, I promise, just go slow for both of us..."

With his words of confidence, you nodded, focusing all attention onto his dick. One hand kept your weight up while another held his dick so you could lower down onto him. When your pussy enveloped around his tip, you both sucked in a deep breath, letting it go with a laugh at the joint reaction.

Matt's head lolled back again as you pushed down a little further. With no prep, the feeling of you wrapped snug around him had increased. Matt wasn't sure if heaven could feel better than this. Your heart beat strengthened alongside the arousal in your core, thudding steadily in your chest.

When you sunk completely and bottomed out, Matt began to bring his head back to you. His gaze settled on your face, your mouth in a permanent 'o'. Your eyes lingered at the connection between you. If he wasn't already hard then the pure sight of you on his cock certainly would make him so. You looked up and saw his eyes all over you and it only encouraged you. "See something you like?"

You had never seen his eyes switch from your body to your own eyes faster, the action nearly evaporating your focus. There is no longer a burn uncomfortably rising at your core and so you softly begin moving, lifting your hips only to slip back down to his pelvis. Your body naturally grinds forwards simultaneously. Everything is overwhelming for him, his cock still sensitive from the past orgasm – the current position not helping his mind flow. Matt’s eyes twinkle at the sight in front of him.

The friction is bliss, and he soon starts to naturally follow every move you take. His eyes follow too, watching as your tits bounce with every rise and fall you take, watching your ass slap every second, hearing the slick build between you as you each come closer to a release. Matt no longer has any sense of control. His mind runs in a permanent blur, so lost in pleasure speaking grew harder to muster. His body was mush in the best way possible. Every ounce of trust he had fell into you.

“Fuck- you feel so good, baby I-“ He began getting vocal again, comfortable in the new level on intimacy. “Hmm, you feel good? You’re making me feel good too baby.” The praise led him to a pathetic moan – one he’s normally chastise himself for but caring about what he sounded like was the last thing on his mind.

The feeling in his abdomen felt different to before, stronger. Every clench of your walls clouded in his mind, his hips bucking that extra distance. Your hands fell to his chest and shoulders – aiming for support. He saw the sign of tiredness in your thighs as you pace broke every so often. Matt attempted to aid you with his own arms resting on your hips, gripping the skin to take a bit of the weight. Yet, with his whole being so full of pleasure, it quickly turned into his way of grounding himself. White crescents slowly started to seep into your skin yet neither of you cared.

Pants and moans were exchanged between you continuously, steady and concise. “Sweetheart… I- I’m getting close… fuck” The way his words squeaked as you closed around him make the feeling in your gut surge. You tried to speak right away but when you practically felt him throb, a whimper escaped instead. Rather than fight it, you pried one of his hands away from your hips and hovering it just above one of your tits. “You want to touch me, Matt?”

The sight made his eyes force themselves shut, his head tilting back in case he had second thoughts. “As- as much as I want that… I think I’d cum instantly... wan- wanna cum with you.”

A chuckle left your lips as you heard him speak, the bluntness of his ‘issue’ catching you off guard. “Oh baby, I don’t care when you cum, you can whenever you want to.” He didn’t respond to your words, only shaking his head quickly – insistent on his claim. You want to question it, your chest being one of his favourite things, to look at, to touch, to own, yet your thoughts are obstructed by the pull down of your hips onto his cock. His hand returns to your hips, massaging the skin in between each tense squeeze. You’re brought quickly to the brink of pleasure. Hearing his moans when you jerked him to the frail whimpers as your rode him made your orgasm grow closer and closer.

No matter how you had Matt, it was a euphoric sight. His eyes remained glued shut but his mouth never was. He wasn’t able to with the whines interrupting him.

Between growing tired and an impending release, it was harder to rise and fall as quick as when you first began, and so you resorted to primarily grinding onto his dick. It managed to push Matt deeper for longer while brushing past your clit in the best way. You had now understood why Matt closed his eyes because even you had to drag your eyes away for a moment.

“Matt… can you open your eyes sweet boy? D-don’t you wanna… wanna see me cum?” The nickname alone made his eyes go wide before rolling back into his head, nodding as the only way to respond. His dick twitched again signalling his orgasm so with all the strength you could muster, you decided to make your body rise and sink down repeatedly. His grip and your weight on his chest increased dramatically – so did the noise.

He wasn’t expecting such a rise of movement and he had no clue how to handle it. His stomach flexed over and over again – his mind full of incoherent thoughts. He was worried that he’d tear up over how hard his eyes blinked. It took everything to look up at you and before he knew it, his fingers tapped several times on your thigh. “Shit- I-”

His orgasm took over and his cum leaked inside of you. Whimpers and pants flourished whilst you rode him through his high, inevitably bringing you to yours. Both of your hands switched to his shoulders just so that you had something to grip. You clench hard around him and sink down fully in exhaustion.

Fatigue makes its way through both of you and it takes you a second to push through the sensitivity of coming off of him. You end up flopping next to him, a dopey smile on his face. “Do you feel better…”

His sass immediately returns as he rolls his eyes and drags his hands over his face “Is that even a question.” He stares at the ceiling, pausing before he continues. “Definitely, thank you sweetheart.”

A smile instantly rose to your cheeks, pulling his head towards you so that you can place a small kiss into his hair, then his temple, cheeks and the edge of his mouth. “Always sweet boy. Now, let’s get cleaned up and get some rest. Sound good?”

He nodded his head gratefully and pushed himself onto his elbows. “Can we watch gravity falls?” Matt just stares up at you with wide and innocent eyes, and you find yourself falling victim to it.

“Anything you want.”

[fletchershearsgf]

when i die, bury me with this fic

❆ content warning: smut, use of toys, oral (f! & m!receiving), masturbation, cheating (kinda), getting caught, praise/degradation, voyeurism/exhibitionism, cuckold behavior, unprotected sex, threesome (ish), bf!chris, pervy!matt, gf!reader

❆ summary: chris buys you a dildo for christmas, and his brother matt, who has always had a thing for you stumbles upon you using it

Merry Chrattmas! 🤍 Sorry it's a little late. Inspired/requested by this ask.

Voyeur

"Alright, which one of you bought a sex toy?" Matt laughed after tearing open the package that had been left on the doorstep that morning without even bothering to look at the name of the recipient. He was holding up a glass dildo for the whole house to see. Nick's eyebrows flew up and his jaw dropped as his gaze meandered over to Chris from across the room.

"Give me that, asshole! What are you doing opening mail that isn't yours? What if it had been a gift for you?" Chris snarked, ripping the box and the toy out of Matt's hand. "Then I would have kindly asked you to return it," Matt chuckled, poking Chris in the side. Chris rolled his eyes.

"It's for my girlfriend, okay? Don't let her know that you've seen it, because she'd be really embarrassed," Chris responded, blushing. "I bet she'll look so good using it," Matt smirked, his imagination running wild.

It was no secret that Matt had always found you attractive. Everyone knew it. Chris knew it, Nick knew it, and even you knew it, but you'd oftentimes joke around, even to Matt's face, that you were a loyal Chris girl and that nothing could ever sway you.

Of course, Matt took this as a challenge and caused him to pine after you even more. You'd never admit to it, but you did secretly like the attention your boyfriend's brother gave you.

"Too bad you'll never know," Chris rolled his eyes at his brother's out-of-pocket comment and rushed off to his room to wrap the gift in private along with the pink Fresh Love hoodie he'd designed for you. He included a card in the gift that read:

"I hope you wear this hoodie and think of me the next time you get off without me. Merry Christmas, baby. I love you. Xoxo, Chris."

He scribbled in a poorly drawn heart at the bottom of the card. He swathed the box in gift wrap, tying a sparkly, pink bow around it and placing it under the tree.

It was only a few days later that you went over to your boyfriend's house to spend the night, and luckily, Nick was out for the evening, and Matt was on his way out, so the two of you were going to have the house to yourselves. It was the perfect opportunity for Chris to give you your present.

"You're going to love the gift my brother got you. It's gonna make you scream," Matt whispered into your ear and winked as he was getting ready to walk out the door. You rolled your eyes and scoffed at him, but your curiosity was sparked.

After he left, you and Chris sat in front of the fireplace in the glow of the burning wood and twinkling Christmas lights that were strewn around the tree. The scent of the sugar cookie candle that was burning down to the wick wafted through the air. Chris delicately placed the neatly-wrapped gift in your hand.

"I know it's not Christmas yet," Chris said with a warm smile, knowing you were the type of person who liked to wait until Christmas morning to open your gifts. You smiled back at him, fiddling with the pretty ribbon wrapped around it. "But?" You asked, waiting for him to finish his sentence.

"It's the kind of gift I want you to open alone," Chris responded, nervously biting his lip. You wrinkled your nose at him. Open alone? Too bad Matt knew what it was for whatever reason, you thought to yourself. You weren't sure where he was going with this, but that made it even harder to resist tearing open the gift.

"I'll make an exception. Just for you," you rolled your eyes in an endearing manner and began to tear off the wrap, revealing an unmarked box beneath the paper. You slowly removed the lid, and you gasped at the Fresh Love hoodie that was neatly folded on top.

It was your favorite color, and you clutched it close to your chest and gave your boyfriend an exhilarated smile. "Chris, I love it!" You glanced back down into the box where a card lay on top of some sparkly tissue paper. He'd made it himself, which made it that much more special. Blood rushed to your cheeks as you read the card aloud.

"Chris, what else is in here?" You wondered as you started rifling through the box. Your eyes widened and your jaw dropped as you examined the glass toy, and you picked it up by the pink heart-shaped handle. "Chris.. it's so pretty," you whispered.

"Not as pretty as you using it, though, I'm sure," he gave you a cheeky grin and nudged you. "I don't know how. You should show me," you gave him a fake pout and batted your eyelashes at him. You did know how to use it, but you wanted Chris to be the first one to use it on you.

"Take off your clothes," he lustfully whispered as you handed off the dildo to him, a smirk playing in the corner of your lip. You pulled off your sweater, revealing that you had nothing on underneath, and you took down the waistband of your pajama pants and your underwear.

"Fuck, you're already wet," Chris noticed aloud as you slowly spread open your legs, his fingertips lightly grazing your skin. He leaned down and started trailing kisses up your inner thighs while you gently combed through his hair with your fingers as he neared your heat.

He licked a long stripe up your slit, subtly flicking his tongue across your clit once he got to it. He placed your toy at your entrance and slowly pushed it in. You squealed and clamped your legs down around Chris' head as you stretched around the glass dildo.

He began to gently fuck you with it, listening to the pretty sounds that fell from your lips as you threw your head back. You gripped his hair, tugging on it as he picked up the pace of his tongue, quickly flitting it over your bundle of nerves. He closed his lips down around it, humming against your clit, your legs shaking at the sensation.

The dildo didn't feel quite as good as having sex with Chris, but it was good enough that you knew it would satisfy you the next time you were turned on and missing him. He worked the toy in and out of you at a gradually quickening pace, and your hips started to move in unison with it.

"Chris, you're amazing," you breathlessly purred, and he chuckled with your pussy in his mouth. He could tell you were getting close. He didn't fluctuate, his motions remaining constant while his pretty blue eyes flicked up to meet yours. You rested your hand on the back of his head, encouraging him to keep eating you as your whole body started to tremble.

"Yes.. please.. just like that.. mmm.. gonna cum," you said in a series of broken moans. You felt yourself squeezing around the toy the same way your thighs were squeezing around Chris' ears, and before you knew it, you were coming undone at the seams.

The pressure that had spent so much time building in your core finally reached its breaking point. You bucked your hips, riding the toy and grinding against Chris' face as you finished. Your broken moans turned to fervent whimpers, and your whimpers turned to desperate screams, just like Matt had predicted. Your eyes wandered towards the back of your head.

Chris didn't take his gaze off you. He loved making you feel good, and he relished in the way your body reacted to orgasm. He thrust the toy in and out of you and licked your sensitive button until you were completely finished and pushing his head away.

"Oh my god," you said, trying to catch your breath and recover from the intensity of your climax. Chris came up for air, his lips and chin glistening in your fluids. "That was so hot," he said in a low, sexy voice. You took the toy from him and leaned in to kiss him, tasting yourself on his tongue as the two of you passionately made out.

"You're so good at giving," you told him. "Gifts, I mean." The two of you laughed at your play on words. You both spent the rest of the night watching Christmas movies cuddled up on the couch with mugs of hot cocoa while the fire burned through the rest of the wood.

You and Chris eventually found your way to his bedroom where the two of you fell asleep in each other's arms tangled in the sheets. The warmth of his body wrapped around you and the comforting feeling of his hot breath on your neck was the last thing you remembered before you drifted off...

You awoke the next morning to Chris shifting around on the bed, and after you rubbed your eyes, you realized he was getting dressed to go somewhere. "Where are you going?" You asked in your sleepy voice.

"I'm going to go pick us up coffee and bagels. Just keep sleeping like a little angel, and I'll be back soon. I love you," Chris whispered, leaning down to kiss you and ruffle your hair.

You were hoping to sneak in a little early morning sex with him, but he was already putting his shoes on, and you figured you could just use the new toy he bought you while he was gone. "I love you, too," you responded in a sweet voice.

You watched him from your foggy window, flakes of snow starting to slowly fall from the sky. Your face lit up, excited that you were going to get your White Christmas after all. Chris blew you a kiss before he got into his car and sped off.

You sauntered over to the pretty box that held your gifts. You changed into the pink Fresh Love hoodie Chris had designed for you, and you twirled around in front of his big mirror, admiring how perfectly it fit you.

You reached for the phallic-shaped glass and held it in your hands, contemplating whether to wait until Chris got back or to use it. You decided on the latter, unable to contain yourself any longer.

While Chris was still out getting the two of you breakfast, Matt wandered in through the front door. He set his keys down, let out a sigh, and started off down the hall, completely unaware of what he was about to stumble upon.

He walked past Chris' room, but some movement out of the corner of his eyes caused him to stop dead in his tracks and take a couple steps back. He was surprised to find you there, considering he didn't think anyone was home.

What surprised him even more was what you were doing. You were laying on your back on Chris' bed in nothing but your pink hoodie, legs spread, and your pussy wrapped around the toy he'd accidentally opened in the mail a couple days earlier.

You were so enthralled with what you were doing that you didn't even hear him come in or see him as he leaned up against your door frame with a shit-eating grin plastered on his face. He raised an eyebrow as he studied the view, wetting his lips. It was everything he hoped it would be.

Your facial expressions were steeped in desire, ethereal moans rolling off your tongue, and your cunt stretching around the toy as you worked it back and forth. He immediately grew hard, watching you and imagining it was his cock pumping in and out of you.

Your eyes flickered up, realizing he was in the room with you. You gasped and shut your legs, holding the toy still inside of you as you clenched around it. "Please. Don't stop," Matt begged, reaching for the bulge in his pants and gently running his hand over it. "Keep going. Please. I just wanna watch," he softly begged.

It was so hard to see him stroke himself through his sweatpants and not do the same. You knew it was wrong to be feeling this way about your boyfriend's brother, but you felt your stomach drop as your eyes landed on the outline of his hard cock and before you knew it, you were spreading your legs back open and continuing to fuck yourself with your dildo.

"Does that feel good?" He asked you, and you timidly nodded at him with your bottom lip caught between your teeth. He walked forward a few feet, coming around to the side of the bed to watch you more closely. He reached out and lightly brushed your cheek with the back of his hand.

"We shouldn't be doing this," you quietly told him, but you couldn't help the way you relaxed into his touch as he caressed your face. "It's not like I'm fucking you," Matt smirked, and as he said it, your mind was immediately filled with ideas about what it would be like to get fucked by him.

Matt brushed his thumb against your bottom lip and gently pushed it into your mouth. You accepted it and started lightly sucking on it while Matt reached into his sweats and pulled out his pretty cock. You were shocked at how similar it looked to Chris', and it made it even easier for you to justify to yourself that you weren't technically doing anything wrong.

You sped up the toy thrusting into you as Matt continued to poke and prod your mouth with his fingers while he fervently jerked off at eye-level with you. "Good girl," Matt whispered as he ran his other thumb over his tip, coaxing a shiny fluid to leak from it. You sped up the pace as you watched him.

You knew the two of you were crossing a line, but you couldn't help yourself. Matt was too busy watching your toy glide in and out of your hole, and you were too busy watching Matt fist his cock that neither one of you saw Chris standing in the doorway with bagels and coffee as he stumbled upon the two of you and the way you were each hungrily looking at one another.

"Oh yeah? So I'm out getting you breakfast and you're using the toy I got you in front of my brother?" He scoffed, breaking the two of you out of your trance and making each of you jump.

He expected this from Matt, but he was shocked to see this kind of behavior from you. Matt pulled his thumb out from between your lips, and you each brought your movements to a standstill.

The longer Chris fixed his eyes on the scene in front of him, the more he found himself getting turned on by you playing with yourself in front of his brother. "Don't let me stop you. At least let me enjoy the show," Chris said, setting down the bagels and coffee on his dresser as he made his way to the foot of the bed and sat down.

You and Matt were dumbfounded, wondering if this was some kind of test. You halfway expected Chris to get angry, break up with you, or even physically fight his own brother. Yet, he was calm, and he seemed like he might have even liked it.

"Come on. Keep going," Chris demanded, and after a moment of hesitation, you continued to pump your toy into your drooling hole. Matt stuck his pointer finger into your mouth, and you started lightly sucking on it. A soft sigh left Matt's lips as he imagined you sucking on a different appendage, and he went back to stroking his pretty cock.

As if Chris could read Matt's thoughts, he flicked his gaze over at you, "Why don't you help him out?" He asked, a smirk playing in the corner of his mouth. You nodded and then looked back over at Matt who was putting his dick in your face that was silently begging to be sucked on.

You accepted him, wrapping your lips around his thickness as he started rocking his hips back and forth. He emitted a moan and his hand flew up to tangle itself in your hair. "Good girl," he softly purred, grabbing onto a fistful of your locks and pushing it further into your mouth.

He wasn't sure how far Chris would let him go with it, but he figured he'd test the boundaries until either one of you told him he was taking it too far. His other hand wandered between your legs. He started rubbing your clit, eliciting a moan from you that reverberated against his cock, leaving him with a lovely sensation.

"You're such a shameless little slut, aren't you? Letting my brother touch you in front of me as if I'm not your boyfriend?" Chris snarked at you, but you could tell by the luscious tone of his voice and the way he was stroking himself through his pants that he was getting off on what he saw.

"Come on, Matt. Fuck her pretty little face. She can take it. I promise," Chris encouraged him. He tightened his grip on your hair and did as Chris told him, jerking his hips forward triggering your gag reflex.

Matt continued drawing circles on your clit with the pad of his fingers as he stared into your watering eyes. His cock twitched against the back of your throat as he listened to the sound of you choking on him.

"Good girl. You take it so well. I wish I could fuck you," Matt purred. You moaned against Matt's length at the idea of him plowing you while your boyfriend watched. Chris was still gently rubbing his tip through the fabric of his pants as he watched the way you and Matt interacted with another.

"Merry Christmas, Matt. You can do whatever you want to her," Chris told him, getting harder and harder as his eyes flickered back and forth between the two of you. Matt's eyes twinkled as those words left Chris' lips.

"Oh, don't tell me that. I won't be able to control myself," Matt smirked, pulling his dick out from behind your lips with a pop. Matt grabbed the handle of your toy and slowly removed it from you and placed it on your nightstand.

"Go crazy. Can't you see how bad the little slut wants it?" Chris asked, staring down at the fucked out expression on your face and your pussy that was clenching around nothing.

Matt positioned himself between your legs, the tip of his cock teasing your hole. "You want it, don't you? You like the idea of getting fucked in front of your boyfriend?" Matt chuckled, breaching your entrance and beginning to gently rock his hips back and forth with only the first few inches of him inside you.

You slowly nodded, screwing your eyes shut as your jaw dropped at the change in sensation of Matt replacing your toy with his throbbing phallus. With every thrust, he pushed it in a little deeper until he was completely bottomed out inside of you, hitting the perfect spot.

The sounds of each of your moans dragging out and becoming louder as Matt pumped away. He placed your legs on his shoulders, fucking you harder and faster as you felt the pressure in your core building and building.

He pushed up your pink hoodie, revealing your perfect tits to him, and he gently squeezed one as he admired them. "Fuck, look at these," Matt whispered, pinching your nipple between the pads of his fingers, eliciting a soft mewl from you.

You could see Chris out of the corner of your eye moving towards you and coming around to the side of the bed. He took your hand in his and started caressing the back of it with his thumb. "Is he making you feel good?" He whispered into your ear before kissing your forehead. "Mhmm," you hummed delightfully.

It was always a fantasy of his to watch you get fucked by someone else, and although this wasn't exactly how he pictured it, he figured he couldn't let the opportunity go to waste.

"You take it like a little slut, you know that?" Chris cooed in your ear before latching onto your neck. You nodded, relishing in the way he spoke to you and the way his lips felt as he sucked on your sensitive flesh.

Matt loved the way it felt to be inside of you. He'd been fantasizing about it forever. He'd never admit it, but he'd stayed awake many nights, ear pressed up against Chris' door with his hand in his pants, listening to the sound of you getting fucked. He'd memorized the way your sweet little moans would slowly morph into seductive screams every time Chris would bring you to orgasm.

Now he was the reason pleasured noises were cascading from your lips, and he couldn't get enough. He knew you were getting close. "Oh, that's it," Matt grunted as he threw his head back, feeling you squeeze around his cock.

"Are you gonna cum for my brother?" Chris purred in your ear, recognizing the way your body was reacting and knowing you were about to finish. You looked into Chris' eyes and slowly nodded as the knot in your stomach came unraveled, your pussy rhythmically clenching around him.

"Good girl," Matt breathlessly whispered, pounding into you as hard as he could. Your pleasure reached a crescendo, and you heard a ringing in your ears and a strong buzzing throughout your body as you came undone on Matt's cock.

You couldn't see or think straight. All you could feel was an intense surge of pleasure followed by a wave of calmness washing over you as Matt's dick started to throb inside of you. He pulled out at the last second, painting your stomach in his load and pumping his cock back and forth with his fist until he had milked himself dry.

His eyes rolled back in his head, and his moans filled the room as he finished all over you. "Oh my god," he breathlessly whimpered, wiping beads of sweat from his forehead. Chris' eyes followed the mess he made, his cock jerking at the sight.

"Hey, Matt. Just letting you know, this was a one-time thing, and if you're not out of here by the time I come to my senses, I might fucking kill you," Chris said sternly. Matt nodded, quickly pulling himself to his feet and tucking himself back into his pants before darting out of the room.

"Loyal Chris girl, huh?" Chris snarked at you, using your own words against you. "Chris.." you started to say, expecting him to get angry with you next. "It's okay. I'm not mad at you. I'm not mad at Matt either. I just wanted to see him run away like a little bitch," he told you, his lips curling into a devious smile.

"I actually really liked watching you two together," he admitted, biting his lip. Your eyebrows flew up in a look of surprise. You could tell he liked it, but you didn't think he'd confess to it. "Come on. Your coffee's probably cold by now."

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[kinascum]

M. STURNIOLO – P. LINKS 2

hold on tight

shut up and drive

what a view..

tuff matt couldn't wait to pull over

have you met my brother?

such a desperate pup

three's not a crowd if chris is around

a 2 course meal

sooo fucked out

work for what's yours baby

[camzeecorner]

𝙼𝙰𝚃𝚃 𝚂𝚃𝚄𝚁𝙽𝙸𝙾𝙻𝙾 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘢 𝘰𝘯

As you laid on your bed you held your book in hand, your eyes scanning frantically over the page letting the words sink into your mind. This was your typical Friday night, you spent it alone in your room, indulging yourself into your favorite book. This week you had chosen to read ‘Say You Swear’ by one of your favorite authors, Meagan Brandy.

Your mind was relaxed and at ease as you lost yourself into your favorite fantasy world. Everything around you was blocked out, it was just you and the book that occupied your mind.

Just as you began to turn to the next page your phone started to buzz, yet you were still too interested in your book to be bothered. That was until you heard it again.

Huffing to yourself you bookmark your page setting it gently on your bed. Sliding your body up you wince slightly feeling your muscles awake and your bones crack. You grab your phone unlocking it seeing you have 2 missed calls from your best friend Matt.

You roll your eyes as you hit call back. As you waited for him to pick up you began to grow impatient. It bothered you that he called you twice, then decides not to answer when you call back.

Finally after the 5th ring you heard the line from the other end telling you Matt had picked up. You waited as he began to shuffle in the background, it almost sounded like he was laying down.

“Hello?” Your voice called out. You heard him sigh from the other end, letting out a long breath. “Hey” his voice was low and deep, almost as if he’d just woken up.

“What’d you call for. Must be pretty important.” Your voice spoke, you had began to pick at you lips as he stayed quiet. “Matt?” You wondered out loud.

“Mhm” he whispered. His voice was so shallow it was hard to hear. “Can you.. shit..” his voice cracked slightly. You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion as you tilted your head.

“Can I what?” You asked. “FaceTime..please” you roll your eyes as you click the FaceTime button, your face appeared on the screen as you waited for Matt to connect. You had a bored expression quickly fixing it.

“So what’s up?” You wonder. You could only see half of Matt’s face his chest taking over most of the camera view. “I just- I need your help..” he was so quiet it almost made you not hear him.

You weren’t sure what he’d need help with, especially at this late at night. “With what?” Your voice speaking carefully.

“Can’t stop thinking bout you.. got me so fuckin hard.” He whimpered. You weren’t sure if you’d heard him right, your eyes wide with your mouth slightly opened. You blinked as you stared into the camera.

“I’m- what?” You laugh in confusion. “Look at you.. lookin so pretty.. can’t help it..” he called out. You didn’t know if you wanted to believe what he was saying, until he spoke again.

“You wanna see how hard you make me? Hm, wanna see my cock leaking?” He moaned. Your breath got caught in your throat as you went completely silent. You couldn’t help but feel completely turned on. His words were affecting you, making your core feel hot as it dripped with your own arousal.

Your body moved before you could fully process the moment catching yourself nod slowly at his question. You watched as he moved the camera showing the view more towards his waist.

Your eyes scanned over his chest, he was shirtless and it added to the breathtaking sight you were about to witness. As he slowly tugged his black sweatpants down you watched as his face twisted in pleasure.

You focused on his movements, taking note of how sensitive he was. You could see your own reflection in his glasses, his eyes closed.

He removed his pants fully being left in his grey boxers. You could see the visible wet patch that had been left from his precum. You wanted nothing more but to be there, to feel him.

“Ready baby?” He asked. You watched as he bit his lip attempting to control his sounds. You nodded at hm eager to see his perfect cock.

He swiftly removed his boxers tugging them down without taking them off. You couldn’t help but gasp loudly. Your reaction only gained a small chuckle to fall from his lips, he could tell you liked what you were seeing.

“So pretty” you whispered. He was big, his tip leaked a clear fluid, his tip was slightly red and swollen. He’s probably been stuck like this for a while.

“Need you to talk to me.. help me cum.” He begged. He slowly began to stroke himself watching your face closely, taking in all your features. You were truly so beautiful to him.

“Got all hard from me” you asked lacing your voice with a seductive tone. You watched as his moments sped up, watching as he pumped his hand full of his dick.

You began to move in your bed your own wetness seeping through your panties and thin night shorts. Placing your phone on your nightstand you turn your body completely facing the camera.

“All for you baby- shit.. need you” he moaned, his eyes rolled back as you could see how needy he was. You grab the end of you shirt before lifting it above your head putting your bare chest on display for him to see.

“Oh fuck.. you’re so perfect..touch yourself baby” he whined. His pleads only gave you motivation and confidence, bringing your own hand up before giving your tits a firm squeeze before toying with your nipple. You pinched the sensitive skin as you let out a loud moan.

Your head rolled back as your back arched up. You gently shut your eyes imagining Matt’s hands over you, exploring each inch of your body. Filling you up completely with his love, placing loving kisses down your neck.

You slowly slid your shorts down kicking them off your feet. Spreading your legs you let Matt look between your legs taking in the sight of your completely soaked pussy.

“Got me so wet matty.. wish you were here to help me.” You moaned. He was losing all his strength wanting nothing more but to jump through the screen and fuck you.

Rubbing your clit in slow circles you watched as he pumped his cock faster. He twitched in his own hand watching as you worked on yourself. Your fingers gliding fast and roughly over your slick folds.

“M’gonna cum- fuck oh-” your words were cut off by the sound of your loud moans. You felt as your stomach tightened releasing the white sticky fluids in you. Your body shook with intense pleasure working your fingers slowly.

Matt was soon to follow after you, your own orgasm triggering his own. You watched as the thick ropes flew from him landing directly on his stomach.

“Next time, it’ll be in person.” Matt spoke.

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[mattsnight]

bf!matt helping you come undone ! ✧₊⁺

warnings: smut, oral (female!receiving), no plot, cursing…

your hands are intertwined with the sheets of matt’s bed as he makes himself comfortable between your legs. his hands are tightly gripping your thighs, not wanting you to move away from his face. your panties are still on, but matt can see the wetness drip from your soaked cunt.

“shit doll, got ya so worked up already, hm?” he teases, his fingers moving around the waistband of your panties. a small pathetic noise leaves your mouth as he does so. god, you’re so desperate.

matt smirks before sliding your panties down, revealing your bare cunt to his sight. he places a gentle kiss on your labia. your hand moves into his hair, silently begging for him to come closer and end this torture. and he listens. he places his lips on your clit, almost sucking on it. his left hand moves to tease your hole, but only for a few seconds. he pushes his middle finger deep into your hole, rubbing against your g-spot.

“oh matt- fuck.” you gasp, your grip on his hair tightening. he pumps his finger in with more speed before adding another one. you feel yourself getting lost in the pleasure he’s giving you and its amazing. the gasps and pants that are leaving your mouth are getting louder and heavier. matt notices and removes his fingers. as you start to whine, he shushes you by licking from your hole to your clit. his mouth then keeps on doing the same movement, bringing you to the edge.

“im gonna— oh my god, matt.” you cry out as he starts sucking on your clit. he hums, sending even more pleasure to your core. it doesn’t take long for you to reach the edge. then suddenly, you get hit by waves of pleasure. “oh- oh fuck!”

matt slows down his movements, prolonging your orgasm until you’re left panting. he pulls back with a satisfied smirk on his face. “y’okay?” he asks, his hands trailing around your body to get you steady. you nod, clearly satisfied too. “mhm, im so okay.”

[vanteguccir]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤLEFT HAND * MATT STURNIOLO

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

FEATURING　Matt Sturniolo x reader 　REQUESTED?　no.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He needed more.

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

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

But then it all stopped.

Too sudden.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Dramatic little shit.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But it was too good to be true.

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

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

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

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

It was almost absurd, this whole situation. 

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

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

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

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

Y/N's eyes widened with concern.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She squinted her eyes.

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

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

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

“Y´wont need to, angel.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Matt laughs softly.

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

"Shut up." The girl complains.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He didn’t.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yeah, angel, fuck. Gonna-"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yeah."

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

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

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

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

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

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

She shifted slightly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What?"

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

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

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

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

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

"Always, baby."

© vanteguccir

[sweetshuga]

𝑷𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝑷𝒂𝒊𝒏 ✰ 𝑴.𝑺 [+𝟏𝟖]

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

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

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

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

Only one way to find out huh?

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

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

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

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

Bad decision.

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

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

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

Woah, rewind that, on the what now?

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

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

Fuck, he was really enjoying this.

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

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

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

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

Then he felt it—the wetness.

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

He had orgasmed and came in his pants.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Pathetic.

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

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

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

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

Then it snapped abruptly—his orgasm crashing over him.

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

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

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

Guess he found something quite interesting huh?

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

© 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒔𝒉𝒖𝒈𝒂

[submattenthusiast]

more sub!matt

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

for avery! @ifwdominicfike

[strnilolover]

did i come back to read this again? yes. and it’s still hot as fuck

— milk ★ matt sturniolo

— CONTENTS: established relationship; nipple play/boob sucking; mommy kink; BREASTFEEDING kink; pregnant!reader; sub!matt

— NOTES: this was highly requested and im ngl, it’s definitely one of my favorite kinks! however, i know it’s still a taboo so please if you don’t like it, DON’T READ IT. i might get criticized a lot for writing this, but remember this is fanfiction. it’s a fetish, a fantasy. none of this is real. it’s just a story — and i hope you enjoy it as much as i did! ♡ but if i get cancelled im gonna deactivate and you’ll never see me again! mwah!

“you are so pretty” matt said as he plopped down next to you, snuggling closer. “you’re glowing, seriously. you look amazing” he complimented you as he caressed your face with his thumb, the coarse skin of his fingertips rubbing against your soft cheeks.

matt always dreamed of being a father. when he first heard the news, he fell down to his knees. he immediately wrapped his arms around your hips, nuzzling his face on your tummy before kissing it over and over again, whispering a bunch of thank yous. although matt was filled with joy, he couldn’t help himself. he had his hands all over you — he would even lift your belly so your back would stop hurting. matt was simply mesmerized by the sight of you carrying his babies.

his hands travelled down your body, stopping by your round, prominent tummy. matt was gentler now that the girls had started kicking, as if they could actually feel his touch. the only thing he wouldn’t go easy on were your tits — he never did. right now, matt found himself squeezed between your spreaded legs, trying hard to hold his weight up so he wouldn’t hurt you, both knees against the soft cushioned sofa. his left palm had quickly moved to your chest while he kissed your neck, nibbling your sensitive skin between his teeth. 

“matt… don’t squeeze them too hard” you sighed when matt increased the pressure of the massage. he hesitated for a second, removing his hand and pulling away from your skin. matt’s baby blue orbs flickered between your lips and your breasts, “did it work?!”

you chuckled at his eagerness, adjusting your back on the couch and allowing him to lay by your side. “better than i had expected” you said, taking the strap of your nightgown in between your fingers, teasing him. “turns out i don’t really have to pump that much because it started flowing pretty easily, so i guess it’s gonna come out with some suction”

matt’s usually determined, dominant gaze altered to a soft, mesmerized one. he couldn’t really find the words, choosing instead to smash his lips against yours in a deep, wet kiss. a moan escaped from the back of your throat as you felt matt’s boner poking against your thigh, him biting your lower lip before opening a satisfied grin. “i really fucked a baby inside you didn’t i?” he spoke, more to himself than to you. he was so proud of his own accomplishment, and he needed to hear it from you. “i love you so much, my beautiful, beautiful wife”

“all yours” you whispered, sealing your lips together on a quick pack. matt’s touches were soft again, his index motioning in circles against your hardened nipple through the fabric of your dress. “turned you into a real mama hm?” he said, trying to keep a tough-guy persona, but you knew this wouldn’t last long.

matt continued speaking to himself, admiring your figure. “making milk and everything” he mumbled under his breath, fully squeezing your tit. 

“my mama” there it was. you smiled at him, ruffling his hair. “yeah? my good boy made me a true mama?” you continued to feel his hard-on pressing against you, his hips slightly moving. 

“i need it” matt’s parted lips begged as he felt his cock twitching inside his pants, puppy, pleading eyes making it harder for you to say no. “please, i need it so bad. please i’ve been a good boy” he continued. “i wanna taste you so bad, mama”

you unconsciously bit the flesh of your cheeks, trying to look unbothered. deep down, you wanted this just as much “go slow, prince”. as soon as you gave matt permission, he pulled your dress down, revealing your full, swollen breasts. they hurt often, even before you were pregnant, and matt always helped you to get rid of the soreness. he dragged his tongue on your boob, circling your nub with the wet muscle before latching his lips around your nipple. 

matt closed his eyes, taking a deep breath before sucking — just like he always did. after a few seconds, small droplets of milk landed against his tongue, the surprisingly mild taste taking over his mouth, brain and body. matt pulled away for a second, letting your tit hang loose “you…” he babbled, swallowing the liquid. once again, matt wasn’t able to form a proper sentence, getting distracted by the tiny strand of milk dripping from your nipples.

“fuck you’re leaking so much” matt mumbled, quickly latching on your chest. he wans’t gonna waste a drop. “nhng— ‘m gon’ have to take care of this while” matt spoke as he tried to swallow the sudden spurts of milk coming. “while our babies don’t come huh?” 

“gonna have to keep your mouth in my boobs all day aren’t you?” you cooed, causing matt to nod desperately. his grip and suction got faster, followed by the sudden rutting of his crotch against your bare thigh. matt was far gone now, mindlessly humping, trying to reach his high. you could be mean and make him stop — but the poor boy was enjoying it so much. it really felt like his first time all over again, the desperation, the neediness, the loud, wet noises filling the room. 

“seems like you’re the one behaving like a baby now” you said, gently pulling his hair so he’d look at you. “having my milkies and cumming inside your pants? little virgin boys do that” matt groaned at the humiliation, the sweet, warm tone of your voice making it even harder for him to hold back. “mama— please” he managed to speak. “not… not a baby!”

“oh? aren’t you?” you continued the teasing, “then i guess you don’t need this am i right?” you grabbed your own tit, pulling it away from matt.

“no! i do! i need it so bad mama, please let me cum… wan’ be your good boy” matt pouted, begging to keep sucking. “that’s what i thought” you said, letting go of his hair. “be a good boy and cum in your pants for me”.

matt suckled harder than he ever did, trying to get out everything he could. actually, he was probably trying to milk you dry, just so that your tits would need his mouth again. his body tensed before he bucked his hips forward, a sudden warm taking over his boxer as the thick, sticky spurt came out of his slit, filling his underwear with cum.

matt stopped and sighed deeply, letting his body fall flat next to you. “you ruined my dress” you teased, looking at the milk stains on the fabric. “i’ll do the laundry anyways” he chuckled, still coming back from his high. “buy more. i’m gonna ruin all of them”. 

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[gilbertscurls]

the disaster date — matt sturniolo

Matt had been nervous before, sure. He’d gone through plenty of nerve-wracking moments in his life—filming in front of millions of people, meeting celebrities, even dealing with his brothers’ chaotic antics on a daily basis.

But this?

This was different.

This was a first date. With you.

And he was freaking out.

He had no idea why he thought he could handle this. He wasn’t a first-date kind of guy. He wasn’t smooth or effortlessly charming like Nick, and he definitely wasn’t naturally charismatic like Chris. No, Matt was the guy who overthought everything, who second-guessed his outfit five times before even leaving the house, who had googled “how to not be awkward on a date” just last night.

And now, standing at your door, his heart nearly burst out of his chest when you finally stepped out.

His brain short-circuited immediately.

You looked—

He cleared his throat, trying to find his voice. "I... wow," he managed to say. "You look... you look incredible."

And he meant it.

Because holy crap, you did.

You smiled, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. "Thanks, Matt."

But Matt wasn’t even listening anymore because—

Don’t stare at her body, don’t stare at her body... crap, I’m staring at her body.

His face burned as he snapped his gaze up, praying you didn’t notice. He needed to get it together. Immediately.

"Uh, shall we?" he said, extending his arm awkwardly like some kind of 18th-century gentleman.

You giggled but took it anyway. "We shall."

Step one of the date: Pick her up. ✅ (Barely.)

The Restaurant Mishap

Matt should’ve known things were going too smoothly.

You had gotten to the restaurant without any problems. No wrong turns, no getting lost—he was killing it.

And then the waiter handed him the menu.

The very fancy menu.

In French.

Matt squinted at it, panic creeping into his brain. He didn’t speak French. He barely passed Spanish in high school, and that was mostly because Nick helped him cheat on vocabulary quizzes.

“Do you know what you’re getting?” you asked, casually scanning your own menu.

No. No, he absolutely did not.

He tried to play it cool, nodding like he totally understood what Boeuf Bourguignon was. "Yeah, totally. I mean... what even is food, right? It's all just... cooked stuff."

You blinked. "Are you okay?"

"Yup! Fine. So fine. The finest."

Matt, shut up.

He made the executive decision to point at something random when the waiter came back. Whatever he ordered, it couldn’t be that bad.

Right?

Wrong.

Because twenty minutes later, the waiter placed a plate in front of him, and Matt found himself staring at—

Escargot.

Which, for the record, was snails.

He felt his soul leave his body.

"Are you gonna try it?" you asked, clearly holding back laughter.

Matt straightened up, determined not to lose his dignity. "Of course. I’m an adventurous guy." He picked up his fork, stabbed one of the snails, and—

Oh god.

It was slimy.

So, so slimy.

Still, he forced himself to bring it to his mouth. Do it for her. Be the cool, cultured guy.

He took a bite.

And immediately regretted every decision that had led him to this moment.

It tasted like rubber and sadness.

"So?" you prompted, grinning.

Matt swallowed (barely). "Mmm. So good. Love me some... snail."

You laughed, and even though he was in culinary hell, the sound made it almost worth it.

Almost.

Step two of the date: Don’t embarrass yourself. ❌ (Mission failed.)

The Goodbye (AKA Matt’s Last Chance to Redeem Himself)

Despite the absolute disaster that was dinner, you still seemed to be having a good time.

You talked the whole way back, laughing at his terrible jokes, your hand casually resting on his arm like it was the most natural thing in the world.

And Matt?

Matt was gone.

Completely, utterly, hopelessly gone for you.

Which was why, when he walked you up to your door, he knew this was his chance to not screw things up.

"Tonight was fun," you said softly.

Matt nodded, shoving his hands in his pockets. "Yeah. Even though I may or may not have eaten a snail against my will."

You giggled. "Hey, that was your fault for not reading the menu."

"Technically, it was my fault for pretending to understand French," he admitted.

You smiled, tilting your head. "I like that about you, though."

Matt blinked. "That I’m an idiot?"

"No," you said, rolling your eyes. "That you don’t take yourself too seriously. You’re easy to be around."

His heart did a full gymnastics routine.

This was it.

The moment.

The kiss moment.

But before he could do anything smooth, something very not smooth happened—

You leaned in slightly, and in his panic, Matt stepped back.

Too far back.

Right into the potted plant behind him.

He tripped, flailing wildly, and barely caught himself before completely wiping out on your porch.

Silence.

Then—

"Oh my god, are you okay?" you asked, trying (and failing) not to laugh.

Matt groaned, covering his face. "No. I’m never recovering from this."

You shook your head, still giggling. "Come here, dummy."

And then—

You kissed him.

Soft. Gentle. Just a little teasing, but still enough to make his brain fully shut down.

When you pulled away, Matt just stood there, eyes wide, completely frozen.

You smirked. "I’ll text you?"

He nodded way too quickly. "Y-yeah. Totally. That’d be... cool. Super cool."

You gave him one last smile before disappearing inside.

Matt stared at your door for a full five seconds.

Then he fist-pumped the air like a middle schooler.

Step three of the date: Get a second one. ✅ (Mission accomplished.)

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[muwapsturniolo]

Oxytocin ⛓ M. Sturniolo

"Go on Cherry, get to work."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Sixth position."

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

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

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

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

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

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

A dildo and a vibrator.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Are you sorry?"

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

"Answer me Cherry. Are you sorry?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

She squirted.

For the first time ever, she squirted.

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

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

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

"D-didn't cum tw-"

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

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

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

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

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REVIVAL | CHRISTOPHER STURNIOLO 

A story in which a messy breakup lands you in your best friend's Boston apartment a year after high school, and you find yourself face-to-face again with Christopher Sturniolo-your first love. As your paths cross again, the bitterness of how you left him still lingers, fueling every hated glance. But with your best friend dating his brother, you know is there's no escaping Chris- or the tension that refuses to die. Is this revival destined to reignite, or will it crumble under the weight of your unresolved past?

story warning: this story includes very toxic and abusive behavior. none of the actions or words in this series are justified and are written exclusively for entertainment purposes only. under no circumstances are they personally associated with chris other than just using him as the main character. read at your own discretion. now that that is cleared up, there will be filthy smut, angst, swearing, underage drinking, underage drug use, abusive behavior, morally skewed choices, toxic relationships, and overall mature themes. if any of this upsets you... don't read!

word count: 6k

CHAPTER EIGHT:

The next morning, sunlight filtered through your blinds, casting a warm glow over your room. You blinked slowly, your body still heavy with sleep, your mind groggy from the events of the night before.

Nothing really happened.

Chris had followed you upstairs like he owned the place, stripped down to his boxers, and crawled into bed beside you like it was normal. And despite everything -despite all the fighting, the manipulation, the pure toxicity- you had let him.

You had let him wrap an arm around your waist, let him press his body against yours, let him bury his face in the crook of your neck while you lay there, wide awake, staring at the ceiling, trying to ignore how right it felt.

You had let him win.

But that was last night. And now-

You shifted slightly, your body stiff from sleeping in the same position for hours. Chris’s arm was still draped over your chest, his grip lazy but there, like even in sleep, he needed to hold onto you.

You carefully peeled his hand off of you, shifting out from under him. He grumbled something in his sleep but didn’t wake, his fingers twitching slightly before curling back into the sheets.

You exhaled, rubbing your face as you slid out of bed, grabbed a hoodie from your chair, and tiptoed out of your room.

You walked downstairs, still feeling the weight of last night pressing into your chest. Your limbs felt heavy, your mind clouded with exhaustion, confusion, and the lingering presence of Chris still in your bed upstairs.

As soon as you stepped into the kitchen, Ava’s eyes flicked up to you. She didn’t say anything at first- just looked at you, scanning your face, your posture, like she was reading you.

Then, she turned to Matt, who was leaning against the counter, sipping from a coffee mug like it was just another normal morning.

“Go upstairs,” she said, her voice calm but firm.

Matt raised an eyebrow, glancing between the two of you. “You sure?”

“Go,” Ava repeated, not taking her eyes off you.

Matt exhaled, running a hand through his hair before setting his coffee down and heading toward the stairs. He didn’t argue, didn’t press, just gave you a knowing look before disappearing upstairs.

The second he was gone, Ava crossed her arms, her expression unreadable.

“So,” she said, tilting her head slightly. “You wanna tell me what the fuck is going on?”

You sighed, rubbing a hand down your face as you leaned against the counter, trying to gather your thoughts. “It’s not as bad as it looks.”

Ava’s expression didn’t change. She just raised an eyebrow, arms crossed tightly over her chest. “Really?” she said flatly. “Because it seems like it’s worse behind closed doors, judging by the fact that you think yesterday was tame.”

Your stomach twisted, but you forced yourself to stay calm. “Ava, come on. It wasn’t-”

“Wasn’t what, Y/N?” she snapped, taking a step closer. “Wasn’t insane? Wasn’t toxic as fuck? Wasn’t one of the worst things I’ve ever fucking witnessed? And I’m just gonna pretend like I didn’t see the bandage on his knuckles and pretend it’s not exactly what I think it is.”

“No. It’s not. I promise.” You exhaled sharply, shaking your head. “It wasn’t like that.”

Ava scoffed, shaking her head right back at you. “It wasn’t like that?” she repeated, her voice laced with disbelief. “So, what, I just imagined Chris dragging you out of the fucking apartment and pulling out of the lot like a fucking lunatic? And let me guess, I hallucinated the fact that you chose him over Matt when he grabbed you last night?”

You clenched your jaw. “I didn’t choose him.”

“You did, Y/N,” Ava said, her voice sharper now, her hands gesturing wildly. “You fucking did. He had his hands on you, and Matt hit him, and you- ” She let out a dry, humorless laugh, shaking her head. “You ran to Chris.”

You swallowed hard, your chest aching under the weight of her words. “I was shocked-”

“No, you weren’t,” Ava cut in, her voice almost pained now. “You were conditioned.”

Your breath hitched. “That’s not-”

“That’s exactly what it is,” she snapped. “You’re standing here, right now, trying to fucking justify him, trying to explain him. And you don’t even realize how fucked up that is.”

“I’m not justifying him,” you shot back, your voice rising. “I’m just trying to explain-”

“Explain what?!” Ava yelled, throwing her arms up. “That he has some redeeming qualities? That you see something in him? That maybe he’s just damaged or complicated or not as bad as people think?”

You blinked at her, your throat closing up.

She shook her head, taking another step forward. “Because I don’t give a fuck, Y/N. I don’t care what version of him you think you see. I don’t care what he was in high school or what he says when you’re alone. I don’t care how good he makes you feel sometimes-”

You flinched.

Ava caught it.

Her lips pressed into a thin line. “Because that’s what he’s doing, right?” she said, her voice quieter now, almost dangerous. “He gets you high, and then he rips you apart. And you just keep coming back.”

You turned your face away, your stomach twisting violently.

Ava exhaled sharply, running a hand through her hair. “I love you, Y/N,” she said, her voice raw. “But I’m not gonna stand here and watch you let that piece of shit sink his claws into you.”

Your hands clenched at your sides, your nails digging into your palms. “You don’t understand-”

“I understand perfectly,” Ava said, cutting you off again. “I understand that he knows exactly what he’s doing. I understand that he’s testing you, breaking you down so he can build you back up the way he wants.”

Your stomach churned, your chest feeling tight, suffocating.

Ava stepped back, exhaling as she looked at you, her face unreadable now. “And as much as it sucks, I understand that you’re gonna have to figure that out for yourself.”

You blinked, your throat tightening as she turned away from you, her jaw set, her body tense.

You took a deep breath, your chest still tight from the weight of her words, from the truth she was throwing at you like knives. But you couldn’t let this spiral out of control. You had to make her understand- at least a little.

“Ava,” you said, your voice softer now, less defensive. “This is just how we are.”

Ava scoffed, shaking her head. “That’s not how you were in high school.”

“Exactly.” You took a step closer, trying to find the right words. “We’re not in high school anymore. Things are different now. We’re different now.”

Ava’s jaw clenched, her arms still crossed tight over her chest.

“This is just… how it’s been the past couple of months,” you continued, carefully, making sure your tone didn’t waver. “And I promise you- it’s not as bad as it looks. I swear to you. We just… are like this.”

Ava’s eyes narrowed, but you could tell she was listening.

You swallowed hard, pressing your luck. “He’s still hurt about what I did in high school.”

At that, Ava’s mouth dropped open. “Oh my God,” she said, exasperated. “There’s no way he’s still caught up on that.”

You bit your lip, shifting under her stare. “I mean… it’s not crazy, right? I just left, Ava. I didn’t even say goodbye. I can’t blame him for holding onto it.”

Ava ran a hand through her hair, letting out a deep, exhausted sigh. “I love Chris,” she said, her voice firm. “He’s my boyfriend’s brother, and if it weren’t for him, I wouldn’t have met Matt. But Y/N-”

She turned to face you fully, her expression serious.

“If you ever, even for a second, hesitate to say something to him or do something because you’re scared of how he’ll react-” she took a deep breath, her eyes locking onto yours, “-that’s abuse. That’s manipulation.”

Your stomach flipped.

Ava stepped closer, lowering her voice slightly. “And I know because I grew up with it. My parents were the same way. The push and pull. The highs and lows. The feeling like you can’t leave because this time he means it. This time he’s gonna change.”

Your throat felt like it was closing.

“That’s how I recognized it so fast,” she murmured, her gaze searching yours. “Because I’ve seen it before. And it fucking terrifies me to see that in you and him.”

You clenched your jaw, your body screaming at you to say something, to argue, to deny it-

But you couldn’t. Because, for the first time, you weren’t sure if she was wrong.

Ava exhaled sharply, running a hand through her hair before glancing toward the stairs. “I’m gonna talk to Chris.”

Your stomach tightened. “Ava-”

“Not threatening,” she cut in, already walking toward the steps. “Just talking.” She turned back to you, her eyes steady. “Is he up in your room?”

You swallowed hard, nodding. “Yeah.”

Ava didn’t say anything else. She just turned and made her way upstairs, her footsteps disappearing into the hallway as Matt descended down the stairs and sat next you to, throwing on a random show.

About an hour later, you were still sitting on the couch, staring blankly at the TV, your mind too cluttered to focus on whatever was playing.

Then, the sound of footsteps coming down the stairs pulled you from your daze. Ava emerged from the hallway, her expression unreadable as she walked into the kitchen. She didn’t even look at you at first- just grabbed a glass, filled it with water, and took a slow sip before turning to Matt.

“Take him home,” she said simply, her voice steady, firm.

Matt sighed, running a hand through his hair before standing. “You sure?”

Ava shot him a look, her jaw set. “Yes.”

Matt didn’t argue. He just nodded, stretching his arms before heading upstairs. You could hear some muffled conversation- Matt probably waking Chris up, telling him to get his ass up- but you didn’t move. You just sat there, your fingers tangled in the fabric of your hoodie, waiting.

Eventually, the front door opened, then closed, and the apartment fell silent.

You exhaled sharply, rubbing your hands over your face before looking at Ava. “What did you say to him?”

Ava didn’t answer right away. She just leaned against the counter, arms crossed, looking at you like she was thinking about it. Then, finally, she sighed.

“I told him he needs to stop.”

You swallowed hard. “And?”

“And,” she continued, her voice a little sharper now, “that I know the kind of people both of you are. And yeah, you love each other, and yeah, you hurt each other, but if you do love each other, you need to figure out how to work through that shit. Together. Because if either of you think for one second that I’m gonna sit back and watch you two kill each other the way you’re going right now?” She shook her head, her eyes dark. “You’re fucking wrong. I will make sure you two crash and burn from my wrath before you do it to each other.”

You blinked, caught off guard by the sheer weight of her words.

She exhaled sharply, rubbing her temple. “I told him he’s better than this. That he knows you didn’t mean it like that when you left in high school. And I told him that if he ever- ” she paused, looking at you carefully, “-if he ever puts his hands on you again like that, I will make sure he regrets it.”

Your throat tightened, something heavy settling in your chest. You weren’t sure what you had expected her to say, but this- this was different. She wasn’t just mad at Chris. She was disappointed. She was looking at the both of you and seeing what you refused to.

You swallowed, your voice barely above a whisper. “What did he say?”

Ava’s lips pressed into a tight line. “He didn’t say shit. Just sat there and listened.”

You frowned, shifting slightly. “That’s it?”

“That’s it,” she confirmed. “Because for once in his fucking life, he needed to hear it.”

Your head fell back against the couch, your mind racing.

Chris had listened.

Not argued. Not fought back.

He had listened.

And that? That scared you more than anything.

Ava cleared her throat and got more comfortable on the couch next to you, exhaling dramatically as she stretched her legs out and moved on to the next topic of conversation. “Okay, so you know how the boys have been blowing up on YouTube lately?” she said, shaking her head. “Like, they’re already at 40k followers, and I’ve gained, like, 5,000 followers in the past week and a half just from being tagged in their shit.”

You sighed, rubbing your temple. “Yeah, it’s overwhelming. Crazy, honestly. They’re actually getting famous.”

“I know,” Ava said, wide-eyed. “And at first, I was like, ‘oh, cute, Matt and the boys are getting attention, whatever.’” She sat up straighter, looking at you seriously. “But then, earlier today, Matt and I were going through his Instagram reels, just scrolling, and a notification popped up- a DM request.”

Your stomach dropped. “Oh, no.”

“Oh, yes,” she said, scoffing. “It was from some random bitch saying, and I quote, ‘Hey baby, saw you and wanted a taste of that. Why don’t you pull up and get some?’”

Your mouth fell open. “You’re fucking lying.”

“I wish I was,” Ava groaned, running a hand through her hair. “I looked at him like, ‘who the fuck is that?’ and you know what Matt said?”

You raised an eyebrow. “Lemme guess- ‘I don’t know.’”

Ava pointed at you. “Exactly!” She threw her hands up. “And of course, I freaked out-”

You smirked, cutting her off. “Oh yeah, I’m sure you handled that super well.”

“Oh, amazing,” Ava said sarcastically, rolling her eyes. “And obviously, I unlocked his phone right then and there, and I went through all his DMs.”

You snorted. “Of course you did.”

“And let me tell you, Y/N,” she said, leaning in. “There were so many bitches. So many desperate, thirsty, slutty whores in his messages just dying for a chance to breathe the same air as him. It was sickening.”

You let out a low whistle. “Damn.”

“I know Matt’s heart is mine,” Ava continued, her eyes narrowing. “I know he wouldn’t even turn his head for one of those HOOKERS, but still. It makes me so fucking mad seeing other people thirsting over what isn’t theirs. Like, am I crazy for that?”

You shook your head. “Not at all.”

She sighed, crossing her arms. “Good, because I was starting to feel insane. Like, am I delusional for getting mad over something that isn’t even his fault?”

“No, because I literally just went through something similar,” you admitted, shifting on the couch. “Me and Chris were driving the other day-”

Ava’s head snapped toward you so fast you thought she’d give herself whiplash. “The other day?” she repeated, her voice flat. “As in yesterday?”

You hesitated. “…Yeah.”

She scoffed, her jaw tightening, but she just cleared her throat and motioned for you to continue.

“Anyway,” you said, shifting uncomfortably, “we were driving, and I went on his phone -actually, to block your location for you, ironically enough- and I saw the amount of whores in his comments, DMs, and messages, and it was fucking sickening.”

Ava exhaled sharply. “I bet.”

“No, like, you don’t understand,” you said, shaking your head. “And you know what the worst part was?”

Ava narrowed her eyes, leaning in slightly. “Oh God, I can’t even imagine- but knowing him now?” She paused, letting out a small laugh. “Actually, I can.”

“Yeah, well, whatever you’re thinking, multiply it by ten,” you muttered. “He was sending the most rancid, vulgar, disgusting messages and pictures and voice memos- just entertaining these women, fully indulging them. And half of them were fans.”

Ava’s mouth dropped open. “That is so fucking sick.”

“Right?” you said, throwing your hands up. “And you know what pisses me off the most?”

Ava raised an eyebrow. “What?”

“The fact that he literally dragged me out of a fucking party just because I kissed another guy and he thinks it’s ok to act like that… like what?”

Ava let out the loudest scoff. “EXACTLY!” She gestured wildly, her expression pure disbelief. “So he gets to act like your body is his property but he’s out here entertaining every single bitch who throws herself at him? The audacity!”

You flailed your arms, your frustration boiling over. “WHAT GIVES HIM THE RIGHT?!”

“He’s a man,” Ava deadpanned. “And he’s a whore.”

You let out a frustrated groan, falling back against the couch. “It’s so fucking unfair.”

Ava nodded, pursing her lips. “It’s disgusting. He’s disgusting. But, like, also… what kind of girls are we talking about? Are they even cute?”

You scoffed. “No, that’s the craziest part! Like, it’s not even like they’re hot! It’s just thirsty, desperate, ugly bitches trying so hard.”

Ava laughed, shaking her head. “Oh my God, that makes it even worse.”

“I know!” you groaned. “Like, at least if I’m getting cheated on, let it be by someone who makes sense!”

Ava rolled her eyes. “He’s so fucking typical. Like, of course, he’s the kind of guy to let his ego get stroked by some nobodies in his DMs. They’re probably like, ‘oh my God, Chris, I love your videos, please step on me,’ and he’s eating that shit up.”

You let out a laugh, despite yourself. “Exactly!”

Ava leaned back, sipping from her water bottle. “You need to start cheating back.”

You snorted. “I literally haven’t even been dating him. We just like sleep together, I guess.”

Ava’s eyes lit up. “Sex. Details. Now.”

Later that night you were curled up on the couch with Ava and Matt, a casual movie playing in the background while the three of you sipped on drinks. It was one of those rare, normal nights- one where things felt easy, where you weren’t caught up in the constant whirlwind that had become your life with Chris.

That was, until your phone buzzed in your lap.

You glanced down and saw his name on your screen.

chris: wyd baby

You stared at it for a second, your stomach doing something- whether it was irritation or excitement, you weren’t sure.

You nudged Ava with your elbow, tilting your screen toward her. She barely glanced at it before rolling her eyes and taking another sip of her drink. “Of course,” she muttered.

You hesitated, biting your lip. “…Can I invite him over?”

Ava sighed, setting her drink down before looking at you properly. “Fine,” she said, but then she pointed at you. “Tell him this is his redemption arc.”

You smirked, typing out exactly that.

you: Ava said this is your redemption arc. Don’t fuck it up.

Chris responded almost immediately.

chris: lol ok baby, need me to pick anything up on the way?

You turned to Ava, holding your phone out to her. “You answer.”

Ava’s lips curled into a smirk as she snatched your phone and started typing. You leaned over, watching as she wrote:

you: Yeah. Bring an apology, some humility, and a six-pack.

You snorted as she handed the phone back to you. A second later, Chris responded.

chris: well hi ava. idk about the first two but I got you on the beer ;)

You shook your head, locking your phone and exhaling. “He’s on his way.”

Ava just hummed, picking up her drink again. “Let’s see if he can actually behave himself.”

Matt just chuckled. “Doubt it.”

About forty minutes later, a knock sounded at the door.

You stood up, smoothing your oversized sweats and his red boxers poking through the top -the exact ones Chris had definitely left in your room a few weeks ago- and padded over to open it.

Chris stood there, wearing that outfit. The one he knew you loved. Hood up, vest layered over, camo pants slung low on his hips, and those ridiculous puffy ass moon boots. He looked good, and he knew it.

His eyes scanned you as soon as you pulled the door open.

And then, without a single greeting, he reached out and ran his hands over your body, his fingers skating along your waist, dipping slightly under the hem of your cropped tank top. “You look so good baby,” he murmured, tilting his head slightly.

You rolled your eyes, but your stomach flipped. “Thanks.”

His fingers toyed with the waistband of your boxers, smirking when he tugged them slightly. “Are these… my boxers? And my sweatpants?”

You smirked, not giving him an answer. “Did you bring the beer?”

Chris clicked his tongue, his hands still resting on your hips. “Of course. But I think I deserve an answer first.”

“You deserve nothing,” you shot back, taking the six-pack from his other hand and stepping aside to let him in.

He chuckled, stepping past you, his fingers lingering against your hip as he did. “We’ll see about that.”

Matt stood up from the couch, a knowing smirk on his face as he walked over. “Look who decided to show his humble ass up,” he said, holding out a hand.

Chris just laughed, shaking his head before dapping Matt up. “You already know, man.”

Matt clapped a hand on his shoulder before stepping back, watching as Chris turned to Ava.

Chris sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “Look, Ava, I was a dick to her.” He gestures to you. “I’m sorry. Forgive me.”

Ava, still sitting on the couch, crossed her arms and stared at him. She didn’t say anything, just let the silence drag out long enough that even you felt awkward.

Chris, to his credit, didn’t back down. He held her gaze, his expression unusually genuine. “Seriously.”

Ava exhaled sharply, then finally stood up, stepping forward and wrapping her arms around him in a very slow, very reluctant hug.

Chris hugged her back immediately, squeezing her slightly before she could even think about pulling away.

She sighed against his shoulder. “Get me a beer.”

Chris laughed, pulling back with a smirk. “Yes, ma’am.”

Matt snickered, already grabbing one out of the six-pack as Chris flopped onto the couch like he lived there.

“You’re still on thin ice, though,” Ava added, cracking the can open. “So don’t get too comfortable.”

Chris just grinned, stretching his arms over the back of the couch. “Oh, I never get comfortable around you, Ava.”

Ava took a sip of her beer, nodding. “Good.”

You rolled your eyes, sitting back down next to him. “You deserve it.”

Chris smirked, turning his head slightly to look at you. “I deserve a lot of things, baby.”

You scoffed. “Not from me.”

“Not yet,” he corrected, leaning in slightly, just enough that his breath brushed your ear. “But I’ll earn it.”

Ava groaned. “Oh my God, get a fucking room.”

Chris just smirked, kicking his feet up on the coffee table. “Nah, I like it here.”

“So,” Ava started, glancing at you before turning to Matt. “We actually did something productive today.”

Matt raised an eyebrow. “That’s shocking.”

You rolled your eyes, nudging Ava. “Tell him.”

Ava smirked, sitting up straighter. “We applied for some last-minute college scholarships for the fall.”

Matt blinked, his eyebrows shooting up. “Wait, what?”

You shrugged. “There was an extension deadline for students who took gap years or deferred their acceptances. Apparently, some schools keep applications open for select scholarships in August for people who are late as hell like us.”

Matt grinned, his eyes lighting up. “No way.”

Ava beamed. “Way.”

Matt reached over and pulled her into a tight hug, squeezing her so hard she squealed. “I knew my girl was a genius,” he said proudly, pressing a kiss to the side of her head. “And you,” he said, pointing at you. “I told you this would be the year you got your shit together.”

You scoffed, taking a sip of your drink. “Relax, we just applied. It’s not like we got accepted yet.”

“You will,” Matt said firmly. “And even if you don’t, I’m proud of you for even trying.”

Chris, however, hadn’t said a word.

You glanced at him out of the corner of your eye, noticing the way his jaw was slightly clenched, his fingers tapping absentmindedly against the back of the couch. His eyes were on you, intense in a way that made your stomach tighten.

“What?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.

Chris tilted his head slightly. “Where?”

You blinked. “Huh?”

“Where are you applying?” he clarified, his voice calm, but there was something off about it.

You exchanged a glance with Ava before answering. “A couple schools around here, obviously,” you said. “But, like… we also sent some apps out of state. Just to see.”

Chris’s fingers stopped tapping.

Matt nodded approvingly. “That’s smart.”

Chris’s eyes didn’t leave yours. “Would you still live here?”

You hesitated. “I mean… it depends.”

Chris frowned. “Depends on what?”

Ava huffed. “On where we get in, duh.”

Chris ignored her. “So you don’t know where you’ll be in a month?”

You exhaled, setting your drink down. “Chris, it’s not that deep.”

He just stared at you for a second, his lips pressing into a thin line.

Then, in a voice that was a little too casual, he muttered, “I don’t like it.”

Ava let out a dramatic groan, throwing her head back. “Oh my God, Christopher.”

Chris ignored her, leaning in closer to you. “Why didn’t you tell me before?”

You scoffed. “Because it’s my life?”

Chris’s tongue swiped over his bottom lip, his jaw tensing slightly. “And if you leave?”

You raised an eyebrow. “If I leave, then I leave.”

Chris’s hand twitched, like he wanted to grab you, like he needed you to stay still, but he didn’t move.

Matt let out a breath, clearly trying to keep the mood from shifting. “Bro, they’re not shipping off tomorrow. They’re just applying.”

Chris ignored him, his eyes still locked onto yours. “Are you gonna go?”

You swallowed. “I don’t know yet.”

Chris exhaled, leaning back slightly, but his fingers curled against the couch like he was restraining himself.

Ava rolled her eyes. “Dude, relax.”

Chris didn’t answer.

He just looked at you, really looked at you, and you could tell this was not a conversation that was over.

Chris didn’t say much after that, but his body language spoke volumes.

One second, you were sitting next to him, and the next, he was pulling you onto his lap like it was the most natural thing in the world. His arms wrapped securely around your waist, fingers slipping under the hem of your tank, his fingers warm on your waist.

You gave him a look, raising an eyebrow, but he just smirked, chin resting against your shoulder like he belonged there. “What?” he murmured, low enough that only you could hear. “You were getting too far.”

Ava was already deep in her rant, gesturing wildly with her beer in hand while Matt listened with way too much enthusiasm.

“So you know Sav, right?” Ava started, her voice already filled with rage.

You smirked. “Oh, this is about to be good.”

Matt leaned forward, already annoyed. “Wait- Sav as in your Sav?”

Ava groaned. “Not my Sav anymore.”

Chris chuckled against your shoulder, his fingers moving just slightly further up.

Ava sighed dramatically. “So tell me why this bitch keeps trying to get with Gabe?”

You blinked. “Gabe? As in, your ex?”

Ava nodded aggressively. “YES. My ex. The one I broke up with sophomore year before Matt who I dated through all of middle school. The one she swore up and down was ‘so gross’ and ‘not even cute.’ The one she literally helped me get over?”

Matt’s jaw dropped. “Oh, that’s so dirty.”

Chris hummed, his lips ghosting against the shell of your ear as he replied to Ava. “You gonna let that slide?”

She huffed, taking another sip of her drink. “I wasn’t gonna say shit, but then I saw the messages.”

You gasped. “Wait, she actually texted him?”

Ava whipped her phone out, scrolling furiously. “Hold on, I screenshotted it because I knew you’d need proof.”

“I love receipts.” Matt scooted closer to her, their faces cheek to cheek as Ava scrolled through her camera roll to find the photos.

She held the screen out, and sure enough- paragraphs of desperate texts from Sav filled the screen.

sav: gabe, I know this is probably weird, but like… I feel like we never really got to know each other the way we should’ve. And I know you were Ava’s but like… people move on, right? It’s been four years.

You gagged. “NOT ‘you were Ava’s’….”

Matt winced. “Yeah that’s fucked.”

Ava nodded furiously. “RIGHT? Like, ‘you were Ava’s’??? Like I’m fucking dead?!”

Chris just laughed, his hand tightening around your waist. You felt his fingertips brush your bare stomach, and you had to force yourself not to react.

Matt shook his head. “Didn’t you tell me she said he was built like a divorced middle school gym teacher? And now she wants him?”

Ava snorted, shaking her head. “Right? Like, at least stick to the hate.”

Chris hummed. “So what’d he say?”

Ava grinned. “Oh, he dubbed the shit out of her.”

She scrolled and showed the next message.

Gabe: LMAO nah I’m good

Chris wheezed into your shoulder.

Matt laughed. “Damn right.”

You clutched Ava’s arm. “Oh my God, you won.”

Ava beamed, taking another sip. “I know. But wait, it gets better.”

Matt’s eyes lit up. Ava nodded, flipping to another screenshot.

Sav: Why are you acting like this? You were never even in love with Ava.

Your mouth dropped open. “SHE SAID THAT?!”

Matt sat up. “Put it on god-”

Ava grinned, showing the next message.

Gabe: Well I wasn’t in love with you either. Now get out my phone.

Chris howled, his grip tightening on you as he laughed.

Matt fell back onto the couch. “Oh my god. I have second hand embarrassment.”

You gasped for air. “She’s never coming back from that.”

Ava smirked. “She better not.”

Chris finally spoke, his voice low against your ear. “If you ever humiliate yourself like that over a guy, I’ll put you down myself.”

You rolled your eyes. “As if I’d ever be that desperate.”

Chris’s fingers trailed even lower, his touch deliberate, teasing the waistband of your sweats. “Mhmm,” he teased. “Only for me, right?”

Ava raised an eyebrow. “What the fuck is going on over there?”

Chris just smirked, resting his chin on your shoulder. “Nothing. Just enjoying the story.”

Matt snorted. “You’re fucking stupid.”

Ava sighed dramatically, finishing her drink. “You know what? I need another beer before I send this bitch a personalized message telling her to never look in my direction again.”

Matt grinned. “And that is why I’m in love with you.”

Chris smirked against your shoulder. “Same.”

You froze for half a second, but before you could even process it, he just leaned back again, grinning like he hadn’t said a damn thing.

You took a long sip of your drink, exhaling before setting it down with a thud. “Okay, but if we’re on the topic of delusional bitches, I need to tell you about Sophie.”

Ava groaned immediately. “Oh God, what now?”

Matt started, grinning. “Wait, is this the one that-?”

“Yes,” you confirmed, rolling your eyes. “The one who swore up and down that I was fat-shaming her because I said we weren’t the same size.”

Chris snorted, his grip tightening around your waist. “What?”

Ava cackled. “Oh my God, yes. You literally just told her your jeans probably wouldn’t fit her, which is just a fact.”

Matt’s eyebrows shot up. “She asked to borrow your jeans?”

You nodded. “Yes! And I nicely said, ‘Oh, I don’t think they’d fit, sorry,’ because, like… they wouldn’t.”

Ava gasped dramatically. “HOW DARE YOU.”

Chris was grinning, shaking his head. “Nah, that’s insane.”

Matt let out a low whistle. “Did she just expect them to fit?”

You threw your hands up. “I guess? I don’t know, but she went around telling everyone that I was a horrible bitch and making fun of her body when I literally just stated the obvious.”

Chris smirked. “Maybe she should try hitting the gym. Then she’d fit into your jeans and stop running her mouth.”

Matt howled with laughter, clapping his hands together. “Nah, that’s so bad-”

“But so true,” Ava added, sipping her drink.

Chris just shrugged, running his hands along your waist again, fingers pressing into your sides. “I mean, if she’s that mad, she could just go buy her own jeans instead of trying to force herself into yours.”

Matt was fully invested now. He always was. The way he got into gossip with you and Ava was so funny. He had been dating Ava for four years, of course he was going to gossip.

“What did she think was gonna happen? Was she just gonna hope for the best?” Matt asked.

Ava rolled her eyes. “She probably thought it was gonna be some kind of Cinderella moment, like the denim would just magically expand to fit her.”

You sighed, shaking your head. “I swear, some people just look for reasons to be offended.”

Ava clinked her drink against yours. “And that is why we talk shit.”

Chris chuckled, pressing a lazy kiss to your shoulder. “See, this is why I like sitting in on these little gossip sessions. Quality entertainment.”

Matt smirked. “Right?.”

Chris grinned. “No matt, you’re one of them too.”

Ava laughed and leaned over to kiss him. “That’s why I love you, Matty.”

Chris’s grip on your waist tightened as he leaned in, his voice nothing but a low murmur against your ear.

“You know,” he whispered, his fingers tracing slow circles against your skin. “You talking like this… all worked up, all mean and shit… really fucking turns me on.”

You smirked, finally turning your head slightly to look at him. “Oh, does it?” you mused, your tone saccharine, teasing. “Should I start talking down to you then? You want me to degrade you, Christopher?”

Chris’s eyes darkened, his smirk widening as his fingers dipped just under the waistband of your boxers.

“Ohhh,” you drawled, your voice dripping with amusement as you try to ignore him moving fingers. “So that’s what you want? You could’ve just asked, baby.”

Chris licked his lips, his gaze flickering over your face before he tilted his head slightly. “Nah,” he admitted, his voice still low. “I just love the fight.”

Your stomach flipped, but you kept your expression neutral. “Yeah?”

Chris nodded slowly, his fingers still teasing against your skin. “Every time you yell at me, it turns me on,” he murmured, his voice almost thoughtful. “Every time I see you angry, it turns me on.”

Your breath hitched, but Chris just grinned, like he knew exactly what he was doing to you.

“Makes me wanna start a fight with you,” he continued, his voice dropping even lower, “just to fuck the fight out of you.”

You inhaled sharply, your thighs clenching instinctively, but you recovered fast.

You tilted your head, giving him an innocent look. “Oh, so you admit it then?” you teased, your lips curling. “You like pissing me off.”

Chris smirked, his fingers dragging over your waistline again. “Nah, I love it.”

You hummed, pretending to consider it. “Well, good to know,” you murmured, shifting just slightly in his lap, feeling the way his fingers tightened against you.

Chris exhaled sharply, his grip locking you in place. “You keep moving like that, and I’m gonna ruin you right here, baby.”

You smirked. “Oh, really?”

Chris nodded, his lips barely an inch from yours. “Mmm. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

You tilted your head, dragging a single finger down his chest. “I don’t know,” you mused. “You talk such a big game, Christopher. But you never do anything about it.”

Chris’s smirk widened. “Careful, baby. You’re gonna manifest something you can’t handle. Remember last time?”

“No, actually I don’t. Didn’t make it memorable enough I suppose.” You grinned, dragging your fingers up his neck, over his jaw. “Then prove it.”

Chris inhaled sharply, his fingers digging into your waist.

But before he could say anything else, Ava’s voice snapped through the moment.

“What the fuck are you two whispering about?”

Chris just grinned, leaning back against the couch like nothing happened. “Just a little healthy debate.”

Ava squinted. “I don’t believe you.”

Chris stretched dramatically, his fingers pressing firmly into your waist as he sighed. “Well,” he said, glancing at the time on his phone. “It’s late.”

Ava squinted. “It’s literally not.”

Matt nodded. “Yeah, it’s barely midnight.”

Chris ignored them, tightening his grip on you. “We should probably head to bed, huh baby?”

You blinked, caught slightly off guard, but Chris was already standing up, pulling you up with him, keeping you pressed against him.

Ava smirked immediately. “Ohhh, is that right?”

Matt grinned, sipping his drink. “Hate to see ‘em go, love to watch ‘em leave.”

Ava cackled. “You two are so fucking predictable.”

Chris just grinned, his fingers firm on your hip as he started backing toward the stairs, pulling you along with him. “Jealous?”

Ava rolled her eyes. “Yeah, so jealous of the toxic sex marathon you two are about to have.”

You groaned, shoving at Chris’s chest. “Could you at least be subtle about it?”

Chris laughed, spinning you slightly so that his hand rested against the small of your back, his other trailing down your arm. “Oh, so now you wanna pretend?”

Ava smirked. “I’ll give them fifteen minutes before something gets broken.”

Matt huffed a laugh, raising his beer. “I’ll give ‘em ten.”

Chris just grinned, leaning down to press a slow, teasing kiss against your jaw before whispering, “Let’s prove them wrong, yeah?”

You rolled your eyes but let him pull you upstairs anyway.

Because, as much as you hated to admit it- Ava and Matt weren’t wrong.

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