#matt sturniolo drabble

[illumoria]

"Try Again?"

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⋆·˚ ༘ .⋆𖥔 ݁ ˖۶ৎ sub!matt sturniolo x reader

content warning!!: handjob + oral (m receiving), d/s dynamics, light degradation/humiliation, edging, overstimulation, power imbalance, teasing, dom!reader!!, reader's called mommy once!

illi's notez!: gulp...

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"O-ohh–shit!" He gasped, for what had maybe been like the...what was it now? Tenth time? He's been like this for a good minute now, flat on his back on your bed, moaning into the pillow covering his face–his hands gripping onto the plush pink throw cushion as if it was the sole thing keeping him grounded.

He was strong enough to stop you–you both knew that, yet it just made you feel all the more satisfied. That the boy who would usually have you bent over–as soon as he'd get home, the boy who would fuck you like it was his own personal mission–was now moaning under you.

No, fuck moaning, whimpering. Loud, pathetic, whimpers. Like a cat in heat, while your hands worked him–not even the warmth of your mouth. No. He was reduced to this little mess from your fingers, twisting around his cock, bringing him to that edge just to pull him back down.

Over...and over...and over–

"Fuck!–Please, Ohmygod.." He choked out, his voice barely audible, muffled by the pillow against his lips. Drowning out all of the whiney noises that left his mouth like his own personal soundproof wall.

"Please what?" You murmured, your thumb gently rubbing over his already sensitive tip, causing his hips to jerk up in your hands. A silent plea for you, your permission.

"Please..mommy–c-can I cum?" He moaned, eyes practically rolling back into his head as your motions gradually slowed down, your hand squeezing the base of his dick–teasing him.

"Come on you know what you're doing–Please!" His voice a mix between a gasp and a whimper.

"I'm feeling nice..' you giggled, pushing your hair from your face, dipping your head down until your tongue met his swollen tip, your tongue carefully swirling around the head of his length before going lower.

He twitched–you felt it. Right in your mouth as you took him all the way, right to the fucking hilt.

"O-oh fu-fuck! I can't–' Was all you heard before you felt it, warm on your tongue, dribbling down your lip and painting your mouth white.

You licked at the sticky mess he made, dragging your tongue down the side of him, the hot sensation of your saliva against his skin making him cry out.

"Matt.." you whispered, half-scolding half-teasing as you pulled away, your hand wrapping back around him as you got closer to his face.

Your hand smeared all the cum you couldn't get all over his dick, his whines growing louder from the overstimulation of it all.

"I didn't tell you could cum, did I?"

"No.." he whimpered, finally bringing the pillow down from his face. His cheeks were a cute pink color, completely flushed to his ears, eyes glassy, lips swollen–The sight made your thighs clench.

Shit.

"I'm–I'm sorry, I didn't mean–Ahh"

You clicked your tongue, shaking your head disapprovingly–almost mockingly as you stared down at him, hand squeezing his poor sensitive dick.

"I guess...we just have to try again, yeah?"

"Y-yeah.."

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[y2kstarr]

— ᥫ᭡ addiction . . . matt sturniolo

where . . . matt thinks it's a good idea to take some 'sex chocolates' and soon can't help but be fucking addicted to your pussy

contains . . . pure smut, mentions of sex drugs, riding, overstimulation, sub!matt, slight dom!reader, (this one's a lil filthy-).

credits to @delilahsturniolo for the marathon concept

HOT PINK WRITING MARATHON . . . fic #8

You knew the moment Matt had brought up the stupid idea of trying cheap sex chocolate he'd found online together that it would be dumb. You didn't know that they'd actually fucking work.

Matt watched as you bounced on his cock, his lips parted in a slack jaw type of way, his hands that were once gripping your hips tight, now weak in their attempt to hold you down and stop your ministrations.

"Fuck– ma, I– shittt–" He groaned out at the sight of your cream leaving a ring around the base of his cock from how long you two had been fucking — more-or-less, how long you'd been fucking him. His head fell back against the pillow underneath him, a choked out moan leaving him as you clenched around his twitching cock. "Ba– baby, I can't keep this up much longer—"

"Please, please just one more– I promise, one more and I'm done—" You begged him, your skin glistening a bit with sweat from how long you'd been at it, your thighs starting to weaken, but your need for his cock was so much stronger than the tiring of your body. "It just feels so fucking good—"

Your cunt was already filled with his thick, warm cum from the amount of times you'd made him cum already, but it just wasn't enough. What the fuck was in these damn chocolates? At least you knew they weren't false advertising at all.

Your body moved with a fervor that seemed to defy human limitations, your hips undulating in a relentless rhythm as you rode him with wild abandon, the bed creaking with each shake, the headboard practically slamming against the wall at this point.

The wet sounds of your coupling filled the air, the obscene squelching of your arousal coating his shaft and dripping down onto his balls. Matt let out a guttural moan, his hips bucking up to meet your downward thrusts, albeit trembling from the overstimulation.

"S-Shit, ma... you're gonna... kill me at this rate..." Matt whimpered out, his voice a breathy and whiny cry, his face contorted in a mix of pleasure and pain. The stimulation was intense, borderline too much for him to handle. He could feel every ridge, every vein, every throbbing inch of his cock as it stretched your walls, filling you completely.

It was almost too much for you as well, the sensation bordering on painful as you rode him like your life depended upon it. Yet, you couldn't stop, driven by a primal need to chase your own release, to milk him for every last drop of his seed.

You leaned down, pressing your sweat-dampened breasts against his chest as you captured his lips in a searing kiss. Your tongue delved into his mouth, tasting the remnants of the chocolate on his tongue. "Don't you dare stop now—" you panted against his lips. "I need more. I need you to — fuck — fill me up until I can't take anymore."

"B–baby, fuck," Matt gasped, his head thrashing back against the pillow as you lifted yourself back up to continue riding him with wild abandon. "Your cunt is fucking devouring my cock. It's like a fucking furnace in there, so hot and fucking tight. I can't — I don't know how much longer I can last."

But even as he spoke, Matt's hands gripped your ass, pulling you down harder onto his throbbing shaft. His hips pistoned up to meet yours, the force of his thrusts lifting you off the bed. The room filled with the obscene sound of flesh slapping against flesh, punctuated by your wanton moans and Matt's increasingly desperate grunts.

"Fuck! Yes! Oh my god—" You gasped out, your hands scrambling to grip the headboard as he fucked up into you at a speed and harshness that had stars spotting your vision. "Ri–right there, Matt— Ohh fuck—!" You practically cried out, eyes rolling back at the unbelievable pleasure coursing through you, returning that burning pleasure you'd felt so many times already tonight.

"Whose pussy do you love, baby—" You moaned out as you bit your bottom lip.

"Y–yours—" Matt whined out, panting harshly beneath you.

"Whose fucking pussy do you love, Matt—"

"Yours mama! F–fuck— your pussy—!" He nearly babbled out, so fucked dumb from your cunt at this point.

Matt's grunted and panted out, his breathy almost squeaky with his whines. His body started to shudder beneath you, his cock pulsing erratically inside your clenching heat. "I... I'm about to fucking... c-cum—!," he stuttered out, his voice cracking with desperation. "Oh god, ma, your p-pussy... it's too much. I can't... I'm gonna..."

"That's it baby, that's it— fuck yes!— c'mon— cum for me, Matt— please fucking cum—" You breathlessly begged him, before your mouth fell open in a silent scream, eyes rolling back as you felt his cock twitch before pumping your cunt full of his seed one more time, a moan leaving your lips as you gushed all over his cock in unison.

Your ground your hips as your pussy milked every last drop of his essence, riding out the intense waves of your shared orgasm. The sensation of your combined releases, your juices mingling with his, only amplified the mind-blowing ecstasy that consumed you both.

Your bodies both trembled as yours highs finally came down, shaking limps and tensed muscles becoming weak as you collapsed on his chest, pulling a soft "oomph" from Matt before he breathlessly chuckled, holding you tightly against him.

"H–holy shit... that's was..." He panted out in near awe.

"Fucking amazing..." You finished for him, giggling weakly as your breathing patterns matched up, your face snuggling into his neck as you just lay there, soaking in the way your body finally let you rest, albeit leaving you beyond weak and exhausted.

You could feel his soft kisses on your shoulder before they pressed against the side of your face, making you lift your head up to meet him in a sweet kiss, the both of you feeling completely blissed out as Matt whispered against your lips.

"I'm 100% buying more..."

☆ : sorry this one was shorter than normal, it was mainly just smut so I didn't have much buildup to write at the beginning 😭 idk– but i hope you guys enjoy!!

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[lazysoulwriter]

sleepy matt. - matt sturniolo.

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It was a quiet afternoon, the kind where the sunlight streamed gently through the windows, casting a warm glow over everything in the room. Matt sat on the couch, his legs pulled up beneath him, lazily scrolling through his phone, but his eyes were growing heavier by the second. His energy had been replaced by a familiar, soft sluggishness.

“Hey, babe,” Matt called out, his voice already sounding drowsy. “You wanna hang out? Or... maybe just... nap?”

You turned around from the kitchen, a smile forming as you saw him curled up, his head tilted back against the armrest, eyes half-lidded, like a sleepy kitten.

“You’re already tired, aren’t you?” you teased, walking over and sitting next to him.

Matt let out a soft whine, his lips pouting slightly. “Mm-hmm. Just a little... but I want you to nap with me. Please?”

You chuckled softly, his usual confident self now replaced with the soft, baby-faced Matt you adored. He never liked admitting it, but when he was sleepy, Matt became like a little kid, craving comfort and attention from his favorite person in the world— you.

“Come on, just for a little,” he whined again, tugging gently at your hand, pulling you into his arms. His body molded to yours as he buried his face against your neck, his breathing already slowing.

You could feel the warmth of his skin and the soft hum of his voice as he nuzzled closer. “I’m not gonna sleep without you,” he mumbled, his words barely coherent, the exhaustion slowly overcoming him.

As you laid down together, you could tell he wasn’t just tired—he was melting into the moment, his body feeling heavier and more relaxed the closer you were. His arms wrapped around you like he never wanted to let go.

“Stay close, please,” Matt whispered, his voice small, almost childlike. He always became more clingy when he was sleepy, and you couldn’t help but smile at how sweet he looked.

“You’re such a baby when you're tired,” you teased softly, stroking his hair.

He let out a soft, sleepy giggle, the sound making your heart swell. “You love it,” he mumbled before falling into a peaceful, content sleep in your arms, his grip still firm around you.

And you did. You loved it all— the way he was so strong and independent, but when it came to napping with you, he let himself be your baby. And you were more than happy to spoil him with all the comfort and affection he needed.

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[sagesturns]

˖°. face sitting - m.s ˖°.

contents: smut. face sitting. oral (f! receiving). use of petnames. beard burn. +more

"don't just hover," matt mutters, eyes dark and voice low, the edge in it unmistakable. "i’m not fragile, sweetheart."

his hands grip your hips before you can hesitate — large, warm, calloused — and in one motion, he pulls you down, mouth meeting your cunt like a man starved. his tongue found your clit, slow and purposeful, swirling and flicking in a rhythm that had your hips rolling against his mouth.. it knocks a breath from your lungs, your thighs instinctively tensing around his head as a shocked, broken sound escapes your lips.

he wastes no time. there’s no teasing. no slow build. just matt, buried between your thighs, eating like it’s the only thing he was made to do.

his brown hair is tousled against your skin, and you catch the glint of those blown pupils- blue eyes looking up at you — wild, focused, determined to ruin you. his tongue drags through your folds, slow and deliberate, before flicking against your clit with an intensity that makes your hips jolt.

“already this wet?” he groans into you, beard scraping against the soft inside of your thighs — rough enough to sting, but not enough to stop you from grinding down on his face like it’s instinct. “fuck, i missed this.”

the scruff on his jaw rubs harshly against your skin with every motion, leaving raw, tingling patches in its wake. It burns — just a little — but paired with the wet warmth of his tongue and the way he’s so into it, you can’t even bring yourself to care. you’re too far gone, too busy falling apart in his hands, on his mouth, on the sharp drag of his beard and the relentless press of his lips.

your hands scramble for something — the bedsheets, his hair, anything — as moans pour from your mouth unchecked. every flick of his tongue, every groan he lets out against your dripping cunt sends you higher, makes your thighs quiver around his head.

and still, he doesn’t stop. doesn’t even slow down.

“c’mon,” he murmurs between licks, voice muffled and desperate. “don’t hold back on me now.”

you fall apart not long after that, body arching, chest heaving as your orgasm rips through you. he stays locked in place through it all, mouth wet and messy, groaning like your taste alone is enough to keep him fed for days. you cum hard, hips stuttering, thighs shaking, and he drinks down every bit of it like it’s the only thing he needs.

when you finally come down, breath ragged and skin flushed, he pulls back slowly — lips slick, face shining, and beard thoroughly soaked. your thighs feel tender, overworked, sensitive — the rough patches from his scruff still burning faintly where they brushed too hard.

matt smirks as he looks up at you, cheeks flushed, pupils blown wide with heat. he doesn’t say anything — just leans in again, this time trailing his tongue gently over the reddened skin along your inner thighs. each stroke is careful, soothing, cooling the sting he left behind with soft licks and barely-there kisses.

“didn’t mean to bite you up so bad,” he says softly, nuzzling into the mark he left. “had to make it worth it.”

you don’t even have the strength to answer — just tug him up by the hair until his mouth is on yours, deep and slow and coated in everything he just took from you. and when he kisses you like that — all tongue and heat and pride — you swear you’d let him do it all over again.

©sagesturns☆

a/n: that photo of him is so hot. im acc going feral.

[darksturnz]

── ⋮ ⌗ “PRETTIEST MOMMA. . .” ⟢ BF.ᐟMATT ᵎᵎ

CONTENTS: little bit of everything-plot ・very suggestive, no actual p n v・thigh riding ・im ovulating n had a baby dream n im in mourning + more PART TWO HERE

The dream doesn’t fade.

It clings to you, wrapping around your chest like ivy, tight and suffocating. You can still feel the weight of it—of them—small and fragile in your arms, as if they were real, as if they existed at all. But they don’t. They never did. And yet the loss feels so tangible, so gut-wrenching, it has your throat tightening and your eyes burning before you even register waking up.

Your first instinct is to reach for Matt.

But his side of the bed is cold.

The soft click, click, click of his controller fills the quiet room, punctuated by the occasional muted sound of his game. Slowly, you blink the haze from your vision and turn toward the glow of his PC. He’s hunched forward, deep in concentration, his lip caught between his teeth as he stares at the screen. The cool-toned LED lights cast sharp shadows across his face, highlighting the focused crease between his brows, the slight twitch of his fingers, the casual set of his jaw as he plays. He’s completely unaware of your wandering eyes, completely lost in the match.

And you should just leave him be.

It’s stupid, anyway. Just a dream. Just a figment of your mind playing cruel tricks. But your chest still aches, and the bed feels too empty, and suddenly, all you want is the warmth of Matt’s arms around you, his voice low and tired, telling you it’s okay, telling you he’s here.

So you move without thinking, slipping from the bed with quiet steps, the cool wooden floor sending a small shiver up your legs. The oversized T-shirt you stole from him earlier barely covers the tops of your thighs, brushing against your skin as you approach.

Matt must sense you before he sees you.

His character ducks into cover just as he spins in his chair, brows drawing together the second he takes in your expression.

His voice is gentle, laced with sleep deprivation and concern. “What’re you doin’ up, sweetheart?” One hand tugs off his headset, tossing it onto his desk without care. His frown deepens. “Why—hey, are you cryin’? Baby, what’s wrong?”

You don’t answer, just climb into his lap, seeking out his warmth, his touch, him. Your arms wrap around his shoulders, and your face tucks into the crook of his neck, inhaling the familiar scent of him, something faintly woodsy, something safe.

Matt doesn’t hesitate, arms locking around you immediately, hands rubbing slow, soothing circles against your back. His leg starts bouncing, the motion steady and comforting, his chair swaying with it as he whispers soft, barely-there reassurances against your temple.

“I got you,” he murmurs, voice still thick with exhaustion. “S’okay. I got you.”

But something is shifting.

You don’t notice at first.

Not until the slow, rhythmic motion of his bouncing knee starts creating something else entirely.

It’s subtle—the barest friction, the softest drag of fabric against fabric. But you’re barely dressed, your thin underwear the only thing separating you from the heat of his body. And with each rise and fall of his leg, each thump of his foot against the floor, you feel it more.

The sharp ache in your chest melts into something lower, something deeper, something that coils tight in the pit of your stomach. You try to ignore it, try to focus on your sorrow, on the reason you came over here in the first place, but it’s impossible when every shift of his body against yours sparks something electric.

You’re not sure when your sniffles turned into quiet whimpers.

But Matt notices.

His movements falter for a fraction of a second, his arms tensing around you, his breath hitching slightly. He was about to exit out of his game entirely, give you his full attention, but then you let out the smallest, neediest sound, and it stops him dead in his tracks.

A slow realization settles in his eyes.

His fingers flex against your hips.

“Baby…” His voice is different now. Lower. Knowing.

You shake your head quickly, trying to move away, suddenly embarrassed by your body’s betrayal. But his hands tighten, holding you in place, keeping you right where he wants you.

“Tell me,” he murmurs, his breath warm against your cheek. “What’s wrong?”

You swallow hard. “I—I had a bad dream.”

His thumbs rub slow circles against your sides, his knee still bouncing ever so slightly, just enough to keep the pressure building between your legs. “Yeah?” he hums. “What about?”

You hesitate, fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt, heat crawling up your neck. You feel so twisted for this. For craving him like this when your heart still feels so raw.

“I—I had a baby,” you finally whisper, barely audible. “And then—I lost it.” Your throat tightens. “It just felt so real, Matt.”

His grip twitches.

For a long moment, he just stares at you. His expression shifts—something unreadable flickering in his eyes, something dark and all-consuming. His fingers tighten on your hips, subtly guiding, subtly leading.

“A baby?” His voice is soft, almost mocking. “That what you want, sweetheart? Hm?”

You let out a shaky breath. The heat between your legs is unbearable now, the pressure teetering on the edge of pleasure and frustration, and you can’t help it—your body reacts before your mind can catch up, your head giving the tiniest nod.

Matt exhales a slow, amused chuckle. His eyes never leave yours, pinning you in place, making you feel small, fragile, desperate.

“All y’gotta do is jus’ ask, sweet girl,” he murmurs, one hand slipping to the small of your back, pressing you just a little closer. His lips brush against yours, teasing, barely there. “M’gonna make you the prettiest momma ever, ‘kay?”

authors note: ahem- “ I COULD BEEEEEEEE AAAAAA GOOOODDDDDDD MOTTTTHHHHHEEEEERRRRRRRRR”😢😢😢

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[hollandsangel]

move over | m. sturniolo

okAY here we go this is my first sturniolo fic please be nice to me i am afraid

ps if you’d like to be tagged in any (possible) future fics comment 🍜

summary: matt needs a bigger bed

wc: 1k

warnings: matt x fem!reader, cursing, nightmares? no description really, just funny and fluffy 🫡 all the triplets are in it but reader is dating matt!

..does anyone remember that one video where matt said chris never sleeps in his own bed? well…

gif by @mattsturnioloarchive !

you feel yourself slipping back into consciousness, and you can tell from the soft, pale blue light of matt’s bedroom that it’s morning. matt’s fast asleep behind you, resting on his stomach with you tucked up into his side, his right arm slung over your waist. you’re already upset that you have to pee, the idea of crawling out of the sleep-warm bed and leaving your boyfriend’s cozy embrace is not an appealing one, but the nagging in your bladder won’t go away.

with a sleepy sigh you stretch your arm out just enough to the tap the screen of your phone, the numbers 8:23 glaring back you. you still don’t have to be up for another hour and a half, which you think is an acceptable amount of time left to lay in matt’s arms and snooze a bit more, even if you don’t really need anymore sleep.

it’s a bit tricky to clamber out of bed without waking the sleeping boy next to you. trying to keep from dragging the duvet with you when you slide out. you tuck matt back in properly before you wander off to his bathroom. softly, you click the door shut, and it, along with your sleep-hazy mind, muffles any sounds coming from outside the bathroom.

for once, chris slept in his own bed, knowing you’d be sleeping over and nick was editing the video meant to go up later this afternoon early into the morning. it’s too early for him to be waking up on his own but something stirs him into wakefulness, his heart beating a little faster than it should be.

matt had woken up for a mere second when you slipped out of bed and hasn’t fallen back into the depth of his sleep, waiting for you to come back. he’s just barley alert enough to hear shuffling from down the hall, getting louder until the person responsible is standing at the crack in the door.

“matt?” chris whispers, peeking into the bedroom.

matt groans and rolls over just until he can see his brother over his shoulder, “what, chris?”

“i had a fucked up dream, dude,” chris says, padding further into the room, “where’s y/n?”

matt turns a little closer to his brother, facing him now, “bathroom,” he mumbles, “what was it about?”

chris is still standing in the middle of the room, phone held loosely in his hand, “you got into a fuckin’ car accident, a really bad one” he admits, feeling a bit foolish and juvenile for running to his brother after a bad dream, “can i sleep in here?”

matt’s face softens and he rubs his eye, “yeah, ‘course.” he says, watching chris slowly walk towards the bed, “that’s her side,” he says though when chris tries to lay where you had been.

chris fakes a scowl and matt makes a face back, sleep still tugging at his mind. the two of them lay back down, back to back, tugging the covers over their shoulders.

you finish washing your hands and shut off the bathroom light. rubbing at your eyes, you make your way back to matt’s room, looking forward to sleeping a bit longer. upon wandering in you’re met with more than one body under the blankets, making you stop in your tracks.

“chris?” you wonder outloud, stopped in the door way.

matt answers before his brother can, “he had a bad dream,” he explains to you, face smushed into the pillow, leaving the words all muffled and extra groggy.

“sure,” you say, as if chris sleeping in matt’s bed doesn’t surprise you (it doesn’t). dragging your feet over to your side of the bed to matt, where he’s taking up a bit too much room. “move over,” you tell him when he peels the blankets back for you. he shuffles back with a little too much effort and you climb back into bed.

once you’re settled matt scoots a little bit closer to you to make more room for the three people now in his queen sized bed, but also because he never passes up an excuse to hold you a little tighter.

you doze in and out, matt’s soft breath against your neck keeping you a little bit dazed but not quite enough to lull you back to sleep fully. it must be nearing 10 am now, more bright sun spilling in from the cracks in the curtains above the bed. you think chris is awake too, hearing breathy little chuckles every now and then. you reach for your phone, deciding on a mindless scroll through instagram.

after a few minutes it sounds like nick has also woken up, his footsteps audible in the bedroom above. you hear him coming down the stairs, and you think he stops in the kitchen until his voice fills the quiet halls.

“chris?” he asks, standing in his brother’s empty bedroom, confused as to why he’s not in bed.

“in here,” chris speaks up, waiting for nick to press the door open.

he does, standing at arms length with a skeptical look on his face, almost afraid of what he might find. “um…hello, what are you doing in here?” nick asks, finally crossing the threshold.

“he had a bad dream,” matt says into your shoulder, startling you. you didn’t know he was awake.

“i had a bad dwream,” chris says in that stupid pouty voice that drives all of you insane, no doubt looking at nick with puppy dog eyes.

“oh…kay,” nick says and you laugh at the suspicion still evident in his tone.

“did you see the tik tok i sent you?” chris is laughing but stops abruptly when matt kicks him in the calf, which makes you giggle into your boyfriend’s arm.

“yeah, but i’m a bit more preoccupied with the absurdity of the three of you in matt’s bed right now,” nick says in his distinct deadpan drawl, which only makes you smile more.

“c’mon nick you might as well join us,” you say, earning a loud, over exaggerated groan from matt, his arms tightening around your waist.

you think nick must oblige because he doesn’t say anything for a second, coming closer to the bed.

“move over, dummy fuck,” he says to chris, who laughs out loud and scoots closer to matt.

“i hate them,” matt whispers in your ear.

tags! @mattsturnioloarchive @averysbestyears

[raestromboli]

making out with virgin!matt. ♡⁩

it’s late at night. a little too late, but that also means you get matt all to yourself. the heat is on full blast which doesn’t really upset you as it usually would since you get to see your pretty boyfriend shirtless.

matt has his back pushed up against his bed frame, his large hands awkwardly gripping your bare thighs that encage his waist—all while being kissed into oblivion. his hair is messy, his earlobes are tinged pink, and his brows are slightly pinched upward as your tongue explores his mouth. all that can be heard are the occasional whimpers that come from both you and matt and the sound of your lips clicking against his.

he’s so overwhelmed, but in the best way possible. his senses are filled with your fruity scented shampoo and you feel so right on top of him, especially when he can feel the heat of your soaked cunt against his bulge. your lip gloss is smeared all over his cheeks and it spreads down in kiss marks all the way to his collarbone.

you hum against his plush lips, arching your back to push yourself further into matt’s chest and tilting your head to lightly make space between his lips.

“you can touch me, y’know.” you sweetly mumble over your boyfriend’s lips, a grin growing on your face when you feel matt’s hands shiver.

“y-yeah?” matt’s voice is hoarse and scratchy, almost like he had just woken up. he pants against your lips when you hum and nod, eyes daring to roll to the back of his head as you rake your hand through the short hairs on the back of his head.

and of course, without a beat, matt does exactly what you say. a shaky hand slides up your thigh and goes to paw at your waist, and he keeps it right there for a moment before you grip onto his hair, suddenly deepening the kiss and making his self control falter. that’s when his hand glides up even further and latches onto your tit. a meek groan is stuck in his throat when he realizes you’re not wearing a bra and he can feel your nipples hardening in his palm.

you’re trying real hard not to giggle at your boyfriend’s attempt to keep calm. he’s so innocent and doesn’t know what to do with you nor himself, maybe that’s why he’s only groping you over your shirt.

but even just the slightest touch makes you so desperate for him. when you break the kiss apart, matt slightly peeks an eye open to watch you let out a puff of air over his lips, brows pinched up in pleasure. oh, he didn’t realize you’d react like that. he’s not complaining either, not when you look so pretty and definitely not when your hips subconsciously buck into his lap and letting out a gasp when your panty clad cunt bumps up against his bulge.

“f-fuc—oh my god . .” he whines under his breath. at this point, matt is gone. his lips are parted, cheeks are burning, and all he can do is just look down in between each other’s bodies and catch a glimpse of your puffy pussy grinding up against his boner. the hand that isn’t on your tit is latched onto the waistband of your baby pink panties, just holding on for dear life as you whimper his name in his ear.

it’s all so fun to you. you pull away from matt to properly get a look at him and there’s nothing you could do besides grinning at him teasingly. he already looks so fucked out, lips glistening in the low lighting, his hair tousled all over the place, and his eyes are so low that he looks high.

you lean forward to place kisses starting from his jawline and trailing up to his ear where you can then feel his hips bucking up, “want me to keep going?” you giggle. and of course, matt nods wordlessly, muttering a whiny ‘uh huh’ under his breath before he hurriedly places his lips back onto yours.

you’re really glad everyone is sleeping, you don’t know how loud matt can get, nonetheless you can’t wait to see.

[mattsstarlet]

introducting…pornstar!matt and camgirl!reader.

matt smirked as he scrolled through your page. you had the been the talk in the industry lately, having had an overnight success.

he couldn’t lie, you were fucking great. wearing a different piece of delicate fabric on every live stream. sweet talking your way into getting your viewers to send more money. his favorite part? watching you on the verge of tears as you played with yourself. his cock twitched every time you let out desperate sounds. he was hooked onto you.

after watching tonight’s live, he clicked on your page wanting to hit the follow button— pausing when he read the tiny box next to your username.

‘follows you’ of course you do. who wouldn’t? he was just that good.

following you back he bit his lip, would hitting you up be too much? nah, fuck that, since when did he care? he’s matt sturniolo, any chick would die if he had sent them a direct message.

he smirked, shaking his head. he was gonna have a great time getting to know you—and your body. that’s for sure.

© 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗍𝗌𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗅𝖾𝗍

note ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ pornstar!matt is originally created by me! please dm me first if you’d like to write for him and credit me.

[eph3merall]

soft moans fall from your plush lips, slicked with spit as matt's teeth softly tug on your lower lip. he's rocking his hips gently into yours, hands roaming up and down your sides—slipping underneath your top so casually to rub at warm skin.

your eyes are half lidded, lashes fluttering with each blink of them as matt's hands come up to hold your face steady. gentle caresses of his thumb on your cheek, the tips of his fingers digging gently into your skin when your clit bumps against the tip of his clothed dick. he's moaning into your mouth, a shudder running throughout your body at the sound.

the room is dark and the movie you two put on only serves now as background noise, flashes of light from the tv casting across the room and over your bodies. you're hot, kicking away the fluffy blanket matt had retrieved for the two of you earlier. exhaustion creeps into your thighs, pleasure serving as your only motive to keep up your rhythm.

matt is kissing into your mouth with soft little whines, loud smooches filling the silence. the two of you are breathing heavy, little pants seeming to intensify the feeling of desperation lingering in the air. sloppy kisses slowly start to get planted on your neck, matt whispering sweet little reassurances into your skin as his hands roam back down to grasp at your hips.

every little sound seemed to get engraved into your brain, making your head spin and feel all dizzy. your chest rose and fell with heaving breaths, matt running his hands up your top, thumb grazing over the flesh of your tits. it was a miracle neither of you had cum in your pants yet, your hands snaking up to bury themselves into matt's brown curls, tugging gently and making him groan in turn.

"feel so good, baby. keep goin' please.." the sound of his voice under you has heat rushing to your core, breath hitching as a moan is swallowed by the brunette's hungry mouth. it's all tongue and teeth, sloppy and desperate like two teenagers having sex for the first time. you shift your hips, grinding your clothed mound down into matt's bulge.

grabby hands squeeze at your tits, teeth tugging your lower lip gently to kiss. your faces are so close, the tips of your noses bumping against eachother and if matt opened his eyes he'd be able to trace every feature on your face. the dip and curve of your lip, fluttering lashes as you blink your eyes shut, furrowed brows as your face screws into one of pleasure.

matt's hands loop gently around your back to pull you in closer, shifting greedy lips down your neck to press sloppy kisses against. sucking your skin gently into his mouth and leaving open-mouthed smooches everywhere. his hands tug the hem of your top down to kiss lower, pressing his lips to your tits and collar bones and sucking your nipple into his mouth gently.

shaky hands tug at his hair, closer, closer. it's like you just can't get close enough, hearing matt whimper low in his throat as you feel his hips stutter a few times and a wet patch start to grow where you're grinding down.

—

@conspiracy-ash @sturniolosfavkayleigh @lvrsturniolo @st7rnioioss @meatballlover10 @ashlishes @ferdzom @55sturn @chriseatingmeoutin4k @unknvhx @mattslolita @chaossturns @slut4brunettes

©eph3merall 2024

[sturnswiftie]

there's just something about the way matt chews his gum...

that drives you absolutely insane.

and it’s stupid, really. ridiculous. there’s absolutely no reason for you to feel this way over something so insignificant. but you can’t help it—not when matt is sitting across from you, chewing his gum like he has no idea what he’s doing to you.

your eyes drift to his mouth, to the slow, lazy movements of his jaw. the rhythmic flex and release of muscle, the way his tongue flicks out just barely before pulling the gum back between his teeth—it’s messing with your head. with your pulse. with the heat steadily pooling low in your stomach.

somehow, he doesn’t even notice. instead, he sits there, chewing, oblivious to the way your breath has gone just a little too shallow. it shouldn’t be this attractive, shouldn’t make you press your thighs together while your boyfriend talks on the phone. but it does.

then, as if sensing your stare, matt’s gaze lifts to yours from the opposite couch. “yeah, i told you i could be there later. still plannin’ on it.” his voice is low and disinterested in his response, his attention more so focused on you now.

his chewing slows. one brow arches as the ghost of a smirk tugs at his lips. “what?” he mouths to you, amusement playing on his features. he knows that look. he knows your body language. he knows you.

but in an effort to save your dignity, you suppose, you swallow and shake your head, heat creeping up your neck. “nothing.”

only you pretty much give yourself away the second your gaze falls back to his mouth, causing matt’s smirk to deepen. he shifts the gum between his teeth again, exaggerated this time, like he knows exactly what he’s doing to you, what you must be thinking about.

your breath hitches in your throat as you tear your eyes away, pretending to focus on something else, but it’s useless. even without looking, you can hear the quiet, slow pop of the gum between his teeth, can imagine the way his tongue rolls it back, the way his jaw flexes with every lazy bite; it’s maddening.

“hey, let me give you a call back, yeah? somethin’ came up.” you can hear the amusement dripping from your boyfriend’s deep voice, and you try to regulate your breathing again.

your fingers curl into the fabric of your sweater, a poor distraction from the warmth spreading through your body. it’s stupid. so, so stupid to get turned on from something like this, but the proof is in the way your skin prickles, in the way your thighs press together to relieve some of that building heat between them.

“baby?” you hear from the other side of the room, and a shiver runs down your spine. “y’sure you’re okay?” matt asks, leaning forward with his forearms on his knees, blue eyes studying every inch of you. his voice is teasing, like he already knows the answer, and it somehow goes straight to your core.

but he doesn’t stop.

“y’look kinda...” his tongue drags over his bottom lip, teeth sinking into the flesh lightly, just for a second. “flushed.”

your breath leaves in a sharp exhale. “you’re annoying,” you mutter, but there’s no conviction behind it, and it only serves to further amuse your boyfriend.

he chuckles, shaking his head. “i don’t think that’s it.” he chews again—slower this time, exaggerated. when your body betrays you once again by shifting in your seat, his smirk deepens.

you could kill him. or kiss him. maybe both.

you can feel your resolve beginning to dissipate, your body squirming as it tries to relieve the tension building within. matt’s gaze never leaves you as he watches you unfold carefully, like he’s a predator enjoying the show, right before his meal.

“matt,” you whine quietly to him, your face crumpling with need. he can see just how desperate you are for a fix, for him, and he’s all too willing to oblige.

“i know, baby,” he all but coos to you from his seat on the opposite couch. you watch as he leans back into it, a smug smirk resting on his mouth as he lifts one finger towards you. “come let me fix it f’you.”

you need no further invitation. as soon as the words leave his mouth, you’re abandoning the uncomfortable seat so far away from him in favor of seating yourself right on top of his lap. you relish in the way his strong hands immediately find their home on your hips as you duck your head to find his warm lips, the taste of his minty treat still so frustratingly present.

you should be embarrassed. you are embarrassed. but that doesn’t stop the way you move against his lap, doesn’t stop the heat burning through your every nerve each time matt’s stupid, smug mouth curls into that teasing smirk.

“all this,” he murmurs, voice low and amused but also heavy with desire, “jus’ from me chewing some gum?” his hands squeeze your hips as he leans further into the couch, watching you with lazy satisfaction. “’s kinda pathetic, princess.”

you should tell him to shutup. should at least try to act like you have some dignity left. but the way he looks at you as you grind down into his lap, the way his fingers drag slow circles against your hips as you roll against him—it makes your brain short-circuit.

“y’should see yourself,” he continues, tilting his head, his voice dipping even lower. “breathless. squirmin’ around. all from watchin’ my mouth.” his smirk widens as he presses his hips up to meet you, making you gasp. “what is it, huh? got ya’ thinkin’ about what else i could do with it?”

a low whimper leaves your throat as your fingers curl into the fabric of his shirt, holding on like it can ground you, but it doesn’t. not when he’s right.

the brunette chuckles as he leans forward, his grip on your hips firm as he drags his lips along the column of your throat, his breath warm against your skin. “bet you were picturin’ my mouth somewhere else, huh?” he murmurs, voice dripping with amusement. “thinkin’ about how i’d sound with my face between your thighs... how i’d tease you just like this.”

you moan softly before you can stop it, and you can feel his smirk against your neck.

“yeah, baby?” he muses, rolling his hips up into yours again, slow and deliberate compared to the needy, quick movements of your own body. “that’s what y’want?”

you don’t answer—not verbally, at least. but the way your body reacts, the way you press down harder against him, desperate for more friction, more anything, tells him all he needs to know. his grip tightens on your hips, helping push you even harder against the erection in his sweatpants, a groan rippling quietly through his throat at the same time you gasp, the ridge of his tip hitting just right against your clit.

matt hums, dragging his tongue over the spot he’d just kissed, making you shudder. “you’re fuckin’ soaked,” he mutters, almost like he’s talking to himself, like he’s genuinely fascinated. “just from this.” he pulls back enough to look at you, his eyes dark now, hungry. “didn’t even have to touch you properly. got y’self worked up all on your own like a big girl, huh?”

your cheeks burn, but you can’t stop. your hips work faster to push down on the thick, hard bulge in his pants, chasing the pressure and heat coiling tighter and tighter in the pit of your stomach. you’re so lost in the mind-numbing pleasure that you almost don’t register the way matt lets out a quiet, breathy laugh like he’s just been hit with some sort of realization.

“shit,” he murmurs, his voice low and gruff. his long fingers dig into your hips as he rocks up into you. “you’re really ‘bout to come like this, huh?”

it’s like the first time either of you are truly realizing it, matt’s eyes slightly wide with the truth, by the sight of your face burning with embarrassment, and yet contradicting it entirely by the way your desperate hands cling to his broad shoulders, searching for better leverage for your soaked pussy to grind onto his clothed cock.

you whine, burying your face into his neck, too far gone to care about how pathetic you sound. you can hear his own breathing hitch, his grip almost bruising at this point as he helps you chase that pleasure, as he helps himself to the same delicious feeling.

“you’re close,” he mutters, his previously amused tone now turning into something a little more needy. “fuck—so am i.”

you barely have time to process his warning before it hits you. the tension snaps, pleasure crashing over in waves, your whole body tensing up as you come with a strangled gasp. matt curses in your ear, his hips jerking up into yours one last time before he follows, his grip tightening as he groans into your shoulder.

for a moment, the only sound is your ragged breathing, the slow, steady comedown as reality sinks back in. you can feel the damp fabric of his sweats clinging to your sticky pussy beneath you, your bunched-up skirt no longer hiding the evidence of your need and release, but you don’t care. embarrassment can no longer find you now that your mind is hazy with the euphoria of a much-needed release.

soft and breathless, matt lets out a quiet chuckle. “guess i’ll have to keep some gum on me more often,” he murmurs, pressing a lazy kiss to your shoulder.

you groan, smacking his shoulder weakly, but he only grins as he gives your supple hips one more gentle squeeze.

“relax, baby,” he teases, his voice still low and rough, satisfied, “i’ll put it to even better use next time.”

a/n. i've been thinking abt this ever since that stream where someone told him he looked hot chewing gum and i'd just like to say thank u to the queen who informed him tbh.

©sturnswiftie

divider by; @strangergraphics

[sturnspup]

RED MEANS GO.

premise ; you and matt finally reach a stop light.

content warnings ; blowjob + handjob . sub!matt kinda?? .

wordcount ; 708.

matt was nearly speeding down the highway, eager to get home. “slow down, matty,” you whispered as your hand continued to twist up and down his shaft. “ca-can’t, too—” he swallowed, breath shaky. “too good—hah!” he gasped softly, involuntarily bucking his hips as you had swiped your thumb on his slit.

“shh, shh,” you cooed. he was struggling to keep his eyes open, the pleasure of your grip mixed with his precum being too much.

matt’s eyes practically lit up as a bright spark of yellow beamed just a bit further down the road. the car began to move even faster to match your rhythm. he stared at the street light like it was a sign from heaven, and the urgent look he held made you want to suck him off even more.

you had promised it later, which is what got your hand wrapped around his dick in the first place. but you could see it in the way he squeezed the steering wheel, desperately trying to stay in his lane and not swerve—even though it was just you two rolling down the empty cement. he wanted it now.

he stopped as the light had barely turned red, turning to you with a pretty puppy-dog look in his eyes. and you couldn’t resist. you practically pounced on him after swiftly unbuckling yourself with your free hand. you were bent over the center console, knees propping you up from your seat.

you immediately wrapped your mouth over his tip, hearing a mix of a whine and a groan bubble out from him. “faster, ma—please!” he bucked his hips up. you sunk further down his length, your hand getting what you couldn't fit.

you had about a minute and a few seconds to get him there, and thank god you jerked him off on the way here.

your head bobbed quickly, hand moving in sync. matt felt like he was on cloud 9 with the pace you were going. he gathered your hair in his hand as a way of grounding himself. his eyes were squeezed shut, head flown back against the headrest, and his other hand raking through his hair.

“oh my—fuuuuuuck,” he moaned as you swirled your tongue on his tip, slightly dipping into his slit. you hollowed your cheeks as you took him back in again, spit drooling from the sides of your mouth and down his shaft.

“please, ma- pleasepleaseplease, shit!” you could tell by the twinge in his voice that he was close. dangerously close. you moaned around him, sending vibrations on his dick and causing him to squirm. “mama, please. please, m’so close,” he begged.

you picked up the pace, bordering unruly at this point. you had maybe 30 something seconds left, and you could tell he was panicking. sloppy sounds of your spit and choked moans of you gagging filled the car alongside his mewls, and all you did was nod.

he was done for.

he got your signal immediately, balls tightening and body jerking as he let out a low moan. spurts of his arousal coated your mouth and throat as you swallowed, continuing to bob your head through his orgasm.

“yeah, yeah, yeah- fuck, yeah.” he gently pulled you back up as his softening cock became sensitive. “god, i love you,” he whispered, putting himself back into his pants.

“mm, i love you too,” you sat up and wiped the corner of your mouth with your thumb, licking the last bit of his cum off. you gave matt a sweet and chaste kiss on his lips before settling back in your seat.

“fuck.” he huffed, trying to calm his heaving chest. he looked so gorgeous like this. sweaty and messy haired. all because of you.

the rumble of a car filled your ears as it began to roll down next to matt’s side of the car. he cleared his throat and ran his fingers through his hair, lifting his brows to move them out of their scrunched state.

a smile crept onto your face as he tried to be normal, especially when the light turned green and he sped off before the other car could stop and see him. “we’re continuing when we get home.” he said, face still flushed.

gabs yaps ; i made this kinda match my new theme, which is literally based off of that picture LMFAOO. i'm obsessed with it like he looks SO GOOD he needs to be in red forever n ever.

tags ; @starzify @sunsbaby @deansbeer @soldiersgirl @bruisedfig @legalmente-loca @rositaslabyrinth @berry-xoxo @y2kstarr @slut4christopherr @passionfruitchris @angelxsturns @courta13

[whore4-chrissturniolo]

“ 𝖽𝗎𝗆𝖻 “

𝗀𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖽𝗎𝗆𝖻 𝗈𝗇 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗍’𝗌 𝖽𝗂𝖼𝗄 .

𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 : 𝖽𝗈𝗆!𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗍, 𝖽𝗎𝗆𝖻𝗂𝖿𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇, 𝖽𝖾𝗀𝗋𝖺𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗁𝗎𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗂𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇, 𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 , 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗒𝖻𝖾 ?

“𝗆- 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗍.. 𝗆𝗆𝗉𝗁—𝗂-“ 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝖼𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗄𝖾𝖽, 𝖻𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝗅𝗈𝗎𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝖺 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁. 𝗌𝗈 𝗉𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗍𝗂𝖼 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽𝗒. 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝗇𝗈𝗂𝗌𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗍’𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝖼𝗄 𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗌𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎.

𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗋𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝖻𝖾𝗁𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗌𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗅𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗇𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗉𝗌 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎. 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝖽𝖽𝖾𝗇 𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖺𝗋𝖼𝗁 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺 𝗒𝖾𝗅𝗉 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗉 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝖺𝗍.

“𝗁𝗆?” 𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗎𝗋𝗆𝗎𝗋𝖾𝖽. “𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖺 𝖻𝗂𝗀 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗆𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽, 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗍𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍.”

𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇’𝗍. 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍. 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗆𝗈𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗎𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝗆𝗈𝖺𝗇𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗄𝖾𝗇 𝗀𝖺𝗌𝗉𝗌.

“𝖺𝗐, 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍’𝗌 𝗎𝗇𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗎𝗇𝖺𝗍𝖾,” 𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗋𝗈𝗐𝗅𝖾𝖽, 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄, 𝗄𝖾𝖾𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖺𝗋𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝗂𝗍 𝗍𝗈. “𝗍𝗈𝗈 𝖽𝗎𝗆𝖻 𝖿’𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝖻𝖾𝗀 𝗇𝗈𝗐, 𝗁𝗎𝗁?”

“𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗌 𝗌-𝗌𝗈, 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄. 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽..” 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗍 𝗈𝗎𝗍. “𝗆’𝗌𝗈 𝖿𝗎𝗅𝗅.. 𝗀𝗈𝗇𝗇𝖺 𝖼𝗎𝗆, 𝗀𝗈𝗇’𝖼𝗎𝗆..” 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇. 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗎𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀.

“𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗁, 𝗀𝗈𝗇𝗇𝖺 𝖼𝗎𝗆 𝖿’𝗆𝖾?” 𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗁𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗅𝖾𝖽, 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗐 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖽𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗌.“𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇’ 𝖽𝗂𝗋𝗍𝗒. 𝗆𝗒 𝖽𝗎𝗆𝖻 𝖻𝖺𝖻𝗒 𝖼𝖺𝗇’𝗍 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗄 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐𝗌 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗎𝗆, 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍?” 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆𝖾𝖽—𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗌𝗍𝗎𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁, 𝗌𝗅𝗈𝗉𝗉𝗒 𝗆𝗈𝖺𝗇𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝗋𝗎𝗇𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖾𝗄𝗌—𝗁𝖾 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗍𝖾𝗆𝗉𝗅𝖾, 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗂𝗍.

“𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍’𝗌 𝗂𝗍,” 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽, 𝗌𝗈𝖿𝗍𝗅𝗒.

“𝗒’𝖽𝗈𝗇𝗍 𝗀𝗈𝗍𝗍𝖺 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄, 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗂𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖺 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅.”

𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗈𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖼𝗁𝗋𝗂𝗌, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗇𝗆! 𝗈𝗄𝖺𝗒 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 👅👅👅🫦🫦👅👅👅👅👅💦💦💦💦💦

𝗋𝖾𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗌 , 𝖿𝗈𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗌 , 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌 , 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽 !!

𝖽𝗆𝗌 , 𝗋𝖾𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗌 , 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗌𝗄𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗇 :) .

𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝖺𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝗒 𝗍𝖺𝗀𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍 , 𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗆𝖾 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 !!

© 𝘄𝗵𝗼𝗿𝗲𝟰-𝗰𝗵𝗿𝗶𝘀𝘀𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗼𝗹𝗼

𝗍𝖺𝗀𝗌 !! 𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚

[y2kstarr]

Matt the Munch (feat. his new beard)

࣪˖ ִ⭑ ࣪ warnings : 18+, smut, oral and fingering (fem! receiving), beard kink? (is that a thing??), you get the gist

Whines and blissed out moans spilled from your kiss swollen lips as you lay on Matt's bed, thighs spread wide open as Matt feasted on your pussy like it was his final meal on death row.

Seriously, all you could hear from him was just slurping and panted breaths in between him practically making out with your sweet cunt, your juices dripping down his chin and wetting his beard.

God damn, that beard. He'd told you a week or so ago he was thinking of letting it grow out again now that the tour was over, not having to keep up a squeaky clean appearance for the stage with his brothers, now left to just kicking back and relaxing after two months of just being on the road.

You'd encouraged him, honestly curious to see how it'd look on him since it'd been a good year or so since he'd last really let it grow out. This was definitely not what you'd expected.

Of course, you knew your boyfriend was hot, hot as all hell. But now with his beard having grown in so damn perfectly? It was like you were a teenage girl all over again, unable to control your relentless hormones anytime he as much looked at you.

Each kiss, each nuzzle against your neck, just feeling as his beard rubbed against your soft skin sent you into a fucking frenzy, practically feigning for your boyfriend to just fuck all of this out of your system. And that he did. But of course, a good fuck was never full without a proper meal beforehand. Which lead you two here.

"Mattt—" You choked out another moan, back arching as he dragged his tongue along your clit, his eyes looking up at you with pure lust and desire in them, his hands gripping your plush, soft thighs to keep them from clamping around his head.

"Gettin' so whiny for me, baby. It feel that good?" He cooed against your cunt, licking yet another long stripe before kissing your clit, a soft gasp leaving your lips as his beard brushed against it.

"Yesss," You whined, looking down at him with your eyes all glossy with pleasure, your cheeks pink and soft lips parted, the sight pulling a groan from Matt.

"You're so fuckin' pretty when you get all needy like this f'me," He groaned softly, one of his hands releasing your thigh to instead focus on your drooling cunt, his fingers teasing through your folds before he slowly slipped one into your hole, a whimper leaving your lips.

But that wasn't the best part by a long shot. You watched as he leaned over to your thigh still held within his other hand, his lips pressing against your skin as his beard rubbed against your inner thigh, pulling a needy moan from you at the already sensitive area from his kisses earlier.

"Ohh, you like that, huh?" He cooed low, finally catching on to what exactly was throwing you into this messy display of pure desire, practically making yourself look like you were in heat to him.

He gently slipped another finger into your cunt, listening to your whiny noises as his fingers pumped within you and he continued his kisses, making sure to drag his beard against your skin along the way.

"O-ohh— f–uhh— fuck!" You babbled out almost incoherently, feeling already like you were close, your thighs starting to tremble a bit as your chest rose and fell with quick breaths, your hands gripping weakly at the pillows underneath your head.

"M-Matt— 'm gonna—" You breathlessly whimpered out between moans, your head rolling back as he started to trail his kisses from your thighs to your abdomen. Sloppy, open-mouthed kisses covered your soft skin, but nothing was pushing you closer to that pure ecstasy than his beard rubbing against your skin, noticeably intentional now.

"Gonna cum f'me, ma? Yeah?" He groaned against your skin, kissing between the valley of your breasts, the feel of his beard just merely brushing against your nipples sent shivers down your spine, whining like you were being denied pleasure.

His breath was hot against your neck, his beard brushing up against your jawline as he whispered into your ear: "Cum for me, baby."

Your vision went practically white as your body trembled from the pleasure, your lips falling open in a silent cry of ecstasy until a beautiful moan poured from your lips, your pussy spasming around his fingers as you came, wave after wave feeling like it was never ending.

Soon enough, you finally came to, a weak whine leaving your lips as his fingers were still working you, a breathless giggle coming from you as you tried to close your legs, an amused chuckled from Matt warm against your neck as his fingers finally stopping before slowly pulling out, soaked in your juices.

A groan left his lips as he brought his hand up and licked your juices clean from his fingers, his body lying over yours as you lay practically spent beneath him, your mind fuzzy from the pleasure, making him hum and smile at the sight of your blissed out state.

"Nothing else in that pretty head now, huh?" He teased, but as you turned to look at him, you mustered up as much strength as you could to respond in a breathy, nearly pleading voice, your words making him laugh.

"Don't ever shave it again."

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a / n : Guess who's finally backkkk!!

I purely did this for @malsmind and cause I saw all the pics and have been going CRAZY over them 😋 (SO SO SORRY TO ANYONE WHO'S ALREADY DONE THIS! Again, I got this from @malsmind reposting this post by @vanteguccir so I've seen zero posts on this prior to posting this. If there are others, please don't hesitate to sent me them cause ts yummy asf 😋)

Inbox, dms, and requests are all open, hit me up wheneva babies <33

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dividers → me

[strnilolover]

⌗ . . . SUCKING

WARNINGS : BUNNY!SUB!MATT. GOLDEN RETRIEVER!READER. FINGER SUCKING. ORAL FIXATION. PRAISING.

matt had always been a little shy, but right now—sitting between your legs with flushed cheeks and twitching fingers—he was downright skittish.

you had him caged in, one arm draped lazily around his middle while the other rested on his jaw, your fingers barely grazing his bottom lip.

“c’mon, bunny,” you cooed, tilting your head with a soft, encouraging smile. “open up.”

matt swallowed, his throat bobbing as his eyes flickered between your face and your fingers. he was so obedient—he always had been.

he listened.

his lips parted, and you took your time, brushing the tips of your fingers over his tongue before pushing in further. his breath hitched, lashes fluttering as he instinctively wrapped his lips around you.

“good boy,” you murmured, thumb stroking over his cheek.

matt whimpered, his hands clutching at your wrist, unsure if he wanted to push you away or pull you closer. his tongue moved shyly against your skin, warm and wet as he suckled ever so softly.

you groaned, voice dropping to a purr. “knew you’d be sweet like this. listen so well.”

his whole body tensed, ears burning red as he let out the softest, most desperate little whine against your fingers. slowly, you pushed your fingers deeper, feeling his tongue swirl around the digits before hitting the back of his throat softly.

he gagged slightly, his eyes widened, sputtering a little as you pulled your fingers back.

“shh, you got it baby. you can take them a little more, yeah?”

a/n : credits to @theyluvivi for sub!bunny!matt and goldie! she let me write this for them :>

[sagesturns]

˖°. rolling - m.s ˖°.

contents: smut. pnv. softdom!matt. sex tape. stomach bulge. praising. +more

your legs are thrown over matt’s shoulders, lace-trimmed socks brushing his jaw as he rolls his hips into you, slow and mean. each thrust drags his cock deeper, the stretch brutal — your stomach tightens under the pressure, bulging obscenely where he hits.   “look at that,” he murmurs, voice like syruped venom, brushing your cheek with the back of his hand. “my pretty baby’s stuffed full. you feel that, huh? right there?”   he taps the swell in your lower belly and grins when you twitch.

you whimper, digging your nails into his biceps. he cages you in, elbows sinking into the mattress on either side of your head, sweat dripping from his temples.   his lips brush your ear. “hurts a little, doesn’t it?”   you nod, dizzy. “keep going.”   he groans, low and raw, and fucks deeper. your thighs shake. your tits bounce with every snap of his hips. your breath catches.

the red light on the camera blinks steadily at the edge of the bed. he set it up earlier, angled perfectly to capture every twitch, every arch of your spine, every filthy sound you make for him.

“gonna look so pretty on tape,” he mutters, running a palm down your thigh before grabbing it tighter. “gonna watch this every night, fuck myself to it. to you.”

you whimper, back arching as his cock bullies its way deeper, forcing a high, broken cry from your throat. your body’s trembling, clinging to him as he leans over you, pressing you into the sheets.

his eyes flicker down to your stomach, watching the bulge in awe. “look at that,” he whispers, thumbing the swell. “you feel that, baby? that’s all me.”

you nod frantically, words lost in your throat.

matt leans close, lips brushing your ear, voice low and dripping with possession. “say hi to the camera.”

“m-matt—”

he just chuckles, kisses your neck. “don’t be shy. you’re fuckin’ glowing for me.”

then he shifts, grabs under your back and lifts you up, holding you tight to his chest as he fucks into you like you’re his last breath. the angle hits something deep — too deep — and you cry out, gasping into his skin.

“say my name,” he whispers, “nice and loud. wanna hear it on playback.”

you moan it again and again.   he leans in and kisses you — slow, hungry, dirty — then pulls you into his lap without ever slipping out, your arms around his neck, thighs locked around his waist.

“gonna keep it just for us,” he pants. “only we get to see how good i wreck you.”

then he shifts, sitting up and dragging you into his lap, keeping you full of his dick the entire time. your arms wrap around his neck, and he bounces you on his cock like he’s addicted to the sound of you gasping.

the tape keeps rolling.

©sagesturns☆

a/n: neeeeeeeddddddd. wrote this on the 1 hour bus ride.... sigh.

[cherrynflowergarden]

quiet || matt sturniolo

an; tysm my lovies for participating in the 500 celebration!! i saw your asks but unfortunately tumblr is acting up and now i can't see them:( smut alert!!! minors dni

the lewd sound of skin slapping filled the room as matt pounds into her tight hole. he leans over her, intensely watching her become a drooling babbling mess. eyes rolled back, drooling from the mouth and moans leaving her mouth like a broken record, she looked like heaven to him.

"shh sweetheart" he coos, griping her chin with a hand forcing her to make an eye contact with him, while his other arm supported his weight. lips nibbling and sucking on her pulse point he whispers, "be quiet f'me, yeah?"

he generally enjoys listening to her moans. makes his ego sky rocket knowing he makes her feel so good. but today his brothers were home and very much awake. the chances of getting caught are high and he can't risk it. if his brothers find him in such a compromising position, he would never hear the end of it. but that didn't stop him from taking her to the bed. the thrill of getting caught just made him hornier, his cock throbbing in her warm cunt — coating him with her juices.

she could barely hold her moans in. feeling the drag of his thick cock, in her walls, dick hitting her spots roughly and so easily made her loose her mind.

"i— fuck i can't icanticanticant" she babbles incoherently. whimpers escaped her mouth, cheeks wet with tears, back arched and hips moving upwards to match his thrusts. she looked beautiful like this, under him — at his mercy. a slow smirk made it's way to his face at her response. his fingers which were groping her tits, went to her neck. roughly pressing his palm around her neck, he violently slammed into her.

"you can't, huh?" his hand left her neck to grip her hips — in order to keep her in place. "you can't keep fucking quiet, huh? making you feel so good?"

a loud moan left her throat, despite her attempts to be quiet. it's not her fault though, he makes her feel sooo good. the tingling feeling in cunt was too overpowering to remain quiet, all she could do is nod her head, a silent answer to his previous question.

apparently matt didn't seem to like her silence because a loud smack was heard in the room. he had slapped her breast. he needed to listen to his girl say that. "answer me princess or did i fuck you too dumb to form a sentence?" his condescending tone only brought her to the edge, the coil in her belly tightening.

"feels—... feels so good, matt" she whimpered out, eyes rolling back in pleasure. her hand went to his hairs to tug on them. the pull on his hairs did it for him as reached down to rub against her poor abused clit.

brows knitting together, that finally snapped the coil in her belly. following her lead, matt pulled out to cum on her belly.

gasping for air, they just hoped they weren't loud enough for his brothers to hear.