#matt sturniolo smut

[chrisspirategirl]

Quiet hands

જ⁀➴ Matthew Sturniolo

“Girl you do damage to me. You, know I love it, yeah, I love you!”

WARNING! : Smut, basically being absolute freaks.

SUMMARY: you find out the quiet mfs are the freakiest! 👅👅 #lowkeyneedthat

Sitting beside your boyfriend mindless watching a movie, suddenly an idea pops into your head a devilish grin plastered on your face, scooting closer your hands rub Matt’s thigh gently, “what are you doing baby?” He asks confused with how touchy you’re being out of no where.

“What do you mean love?” You ask innocently.

“Don’t tell me you’re in the mood” he assumes giving a small chuckle, secretly that hurt your ego but you brush it off by laughing as well, “course not, am I not allowed to touch my boyfriend?” You respond keeping your hand on his thigh he only chuckles again, “I never said you couldn’t.” He smiles before focusing back on the movie.

A small huff leaves your lips at Matt’s cluelessness, the farthest you’ve both gotten was making out, you assumed Matt wasn’t the type to have sex so you never asked him about it. But these past few days the ovulation hit you so hard you could hump his leg and you’ll be satisfied.

Not that he’s never sexy but you’ve practically craved him to touch you when you get like this. And Matt knew well you were desperate to get his hands all over you, he just waited for you to say the word and he’d pounce on you.

Unable to fight off the urge you climb into Matt’s lap his hands immediately finding your waist, “I need you so badly” you whispered to him pathetically. He only smiled looking up at you, “yeah? What do you want me to do?” He responds just that response alone would make you cum. The way he’d do basically anything for you makes you want to rip his clothes off!!

“I need you in me” you answered faintly, your fingers twirling strands of his brown curls. “You don’t know what you’re getting yourself into baby” he says with a sly grin.

“Please Matt” you begged, his hands sliding up and down your body the bulge beneath you growing painfully harder, his hands continue maneuvering your hips ultimately guiding you to grind against him. He lets out a low groan feeling your clothes pussy rub against his bulge, “Fuck..” he softly cursed, the warm heat driving him crazy.

Small whimpers leave your lips feeling him rub against you, your ears ringing from the small movements, pussy pulsing begging to be touch by him. His lips lean towards yours connecting them in a hungry kiss before you’re pressed against the couch his body perfectly resting between your legs as he rocks himself against your core once more earning more pathetic moans.

“Mm, Matt” you sigh gently biting down on your bottom lip, he clearly picked up on the memo because next thing you knew your pants and panties were ripped off your lower half, glistening pussy on display for him now, his mouth waters gently spreading your legs farther apart. “You’re so wet mama..” he whispered huskily, he brings a finger up to his mouth spitting on it before rubbing the saliva into your cunt, giving your clit the attention it cried for.

“Oh- god yes.” you moaned, hands sliding down Matt’s stomach as you looked up at him with lust laced eyes, “you like that baby?” He coos circling your clit torturously slow, “mhm” you hum. Your hips grinding against his fingers noticing how needy you’re becoming, it only makes matt smile.

He pushes a finger inside of you, earning a small moan from your lips, your moans are music to his ears fueling his arousal to push him into finger fucking you. The sound of your wet walls echoing in the living room.

“You just want more and more huh? Not enough of what I give you?” He taunts pressing your clit firmly causing you to yelp. Only in a matter of minutes he’s got you screaming his name at the top of your lungs, hitting every angle deliciously, the head of his dick kissing your cervix.

You knew by then that it was always the quiet ones that fucked the best.

My clothes are gone..! Oh OH where did they go? Sorry if this is absolute shit I didn’t wanna write so much cause I’m sleepy 🫨

Dividers —> @bernardsbendystraws & @hyuneskkami

Tags 🏷️: @courta13 & @heartsonlyforchris

Besos a mis amores!

— @chrisspirategirl

[delilahsturniolo]

YOU WANNA HUG ME?

WHAT RHYMES WITH HUG ME?

𝒊𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉 . . . chris and matt know how to make you fall apart for them.

𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 . . . smut, threesome but obviously no incest or interaction between matt or chris, oral, (fem!recieving) boob play, dirty talk, pet names, degradation, body worship, fingering, teasing, lemme know if i forgot anythingg.

the air in the dimly lit bedroom throbbed with a raw, electric tension, thick with the musky scent of desire and the faint sweetness of jasmine from a candle flickering on the nightstand. shadows danced wildly across the walls, cast by the dozen candles scattered around, their golden flames reflecting off the deep crimson sheets of the king-sized bed that dominated the space. outside, the muffled roar of city traffic seeped through the cracked window, but it was nothing compared to the pulse pounding in the room, the anticipation so palpable you could taste it on your tongue, metallic and hot.

matt lounged across the chaise with the ease of a predator at rest, his dark brown hair falling in tousled waves over his forehead, framing a face carved from sharp angles and shadowed stubble. his hazel eyes glinted with a wicked, knowing smirk as he watched you, the candlelight catching the silver stud in his ear and the chain at his neck that dipped into the v of his black t-shirt, stretched tight over broad shoulders and a chest that rippled with every lazy breath. his jeans, faded and snug, clung to his muscular thighs, the denim worn soft at the knees, and his bare feet—tanned and calloused—flexed against the velvet of the chaise, toes curling slightly as if testing the air. his lips curling into a grin that was all teeth and trouble. “fuck, look at you,” he drawled, his voice a low growl that rumbled through the room like distant thunder. “been so hard all day just thinking about getting you naked and messy between us. y’ready to let us wreck you, sweetheart?”

chris, perched on the edge of the bed, was a stark contrast—a sleek, polished edge to matt’s rough-hewn charm. his brunette hair was swept back with meticulous care, not a strand out of place, revealing the sharpness of his jaw and the piercing blue of his eyes that burned with a quiet intensity. he wore a crisp white button-up, unbuttoned halfway to show the smooth planes of his chest, the fabric clinging to his frame. he grinned, it was sharp and hungry, a flash of white teeth that promised sin. “oh mama, we’re gonna ruin you tonight,” he murmured, his voice smooth as velvet, each word dripping with heat. he patted the white sheets beside him, fingers brushing the fabric in a slow, tantalizing circle. “come here, baby. let’s see just how much you can take.”

the room seemed to shrink, the space between you crackling with unspoken promises as their gazes locked on you, unrelenting and molten. matt set his glass down with a deliberate clink on the nightstand, the sound sharp in the heavy silence, and leaned forward, his shirt riding up just enough to reveal a strip of tanned skin and the dark trail of hair that disappeared into his jeans. “what’s it gonna be, huh?” he rasped, his eyes dark with intent. “you gonna make us beg for it, or you gonna come over here and let us show you how good it can get?”

chris stood in one fluid motion, closing the distance with the grace of a panther, stopping just inches from you. the heat of his body radiated like a furnace, his cologne—a rich blend of spice and cedar—filling your lungs as he leaned in, his breath warm against your ear. “we’re gonna take our time with you,” he whispered, his voice a seductive promise. “gonna fuck you slow, feel every inch of that tight little pussy clenching around us, then hard—pounding you ‘til you’re screaming our names, begging for more. you want that, don’t you, sweetheart?”

matt was on his feet now, stalking toward you with a lazy, predatory demeanor. he stopped on your other side, caging you between them, his presence overwhelming, all heat and muscle and raw need. his hand hovered near your hip, fingers twitching as if fighting the urge to grab, his breath hot against your neck as he leaned in close. “yeah, that’s right,” he growled, his voice thick with lust. “gonna spread those pretty thighs wide, see that slick little cunt dripping for us. two thick cocks, baby—one after the other, stretching you out ‘til you can’t even think straight. you wanna feel that, don’t you? wanna be our good little slut, taking everything we give you, huh?

their words were filthy, unrelenting, each syllable stoking the fire low in your belly, making your skin prickle with heat. chris’s fingers brushed the hem of your shirt, teasing the bare skin beneath, while matt’s breath grazed your collarbone, his lips so close you could almost feel them. “tell us what you want,” chris purred, his blue eyes locking onto yours, dark with promise. “we’re yours tonight—mama. just say the word, and we’ll make you scream.”

the invitation hung in the air, bold and dripping with sin, their eyes burning into you as they waited, every muscle in their bodies taut with anticipation. the room was a furnace now, the candlelight casting their shadows large and looming, the music a heartbeat beneath the pounding of your own pulse. matt’s smirk widened, his tongue darting out to wet his lips as he murmured, “don’t keep us waiting, sweetheart..” matt smiled as you slowly made your way onto the bed.

matt’s hand finally made contact, his calloused fingers grazing your waist, a featherlight touch that sent a jolt straight to your core. “look at you, all flushed and needy,” he growled, his hazel eyes dark with lust as they raked over you. “gonna peel every fucking layer off you, baby. wanna see those tits bounce when we fuck you, hear you scream our names ‘til your voice gives out.” chris’s hand joined the fray, his touch cooler, more deliberate as his fingers skimmed up your arm, leaving goosebumps in their wake. “mm, we’re gonna make you feel so good,” he murmured, his lips brushing the shell of your ear, sending a shiver racing down your spine. “gonna take turns, mama. matt’s gonna fuck you deep and rough, then I’ll slide in, slow and hard, stretch that tight little cunt ‘til you’re sobbing for mercy. you want that, don’t you? twitter cocks owning you, making you ours.”

their words were a relentless assault, each one dirtier than the last, coiling tight in your gut like a spring ready to snap. matt’s grip tightened on your waist, his thumb pressing into the soft flesh just above your hipbone, while chris’s fingers traced the line of your jaw, tilting your face toward him. “say it.” chris urged, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. “tell us you’re ours tonight, baby. tell us you want us to fuck you ‘til you can’t walk straight.” and you obeyed, arching against the bed as you laid on your back, looking up at them as they kneeled between your legs. “please fuck me—can’t take it anymore..” you gasped.

matt chuckled, a low, filthy sound that vibrated through you as he pressed closer, his chest brushing yours, his breath hot and ragged. “shit, I bet she’s soaked through already.” he rasped, his free hand hovering near your thigh, itching to dive lower. “gonna spread those legs wide, sweetheart, see that pussy glistening for us. you gonna take us so good, aren’t you? " chris started speaking. “fuck, look at her.” he said to chris, his voice thick with awe as he knelt between your legs, his jeans straining against the bulge already pressing hard against the denim. his fingers dug into your thighs, spreading them wide, the cool air hitting your skin like a shock as he stared down, eyes wild. “gonna eat this pussy ‘til you’re begging me to stop.”

matt’s hands were on your waistband in an instant, yanking your pants down with a grunt, the fabric dragging rough against your skin before pooling at your ankles. he tossed them aside carelessly, his focus zeroing in on the thin strip of lace clinging to your hips. “holy shit..” he breathed, his thumbs hooking under the edges of your panties, peeling them down slow, savoring every inch revealed. the lace stuck slightly, clinging to the wetness already soaking through, and he groaned, deep and guttural, as he tugged them free. “fuckin’ drenched already. you’re a dirty little slut for us, aren’t you?”

chris’s laugh was soft and wicked as he slid a hand under your shirt, pushing it up to expose the swell of your breasts still trapped in their bra. his fingers deftly unhooked the clasp, letting the fabric fall away, and he hissed in appreciation at the sight. “look at these..” he murmured, his thumb brushing over one nipple, watching it harden under his touch. “gonna suck these pretty tits ‘til you’re grinding on matt’s face, beggin’ for cock.” his mouth descended, hot and wet, latching onto you with a slow, deliberate pull that sent a bolt of heat straight between your legs.

matt’s head dipped lower, his stubble scraping the sensitive skin of your inner thighs as he spread you wider, his breath hot against your core. “fuck, so good,” he muttered, his tongue darting out to trace a slow, teasing line along your slit, tasting the slickness there. “gonna make this pussy mine first—sweetheart.” matt’s lips closed over you, sucking hard, and the room filled with the wet, obscene sound of his mouth working you over, relentless and hungry.

chris pulled back just enough to watch, his hand still kneading your breast as he grinned down at matt. “she’s already moaning—listen to that,” he said, his voice rough with arousal. “keep going, man. I wanna hear her scream before we fuck her senseless.” his mouth returned to your chest, teeth grazing your nipple this time, a sharp edge of pleasure-pain that had you arching off the bed, caught between their twin assaults. the night was going to stretch long, and you knew that. with matt and chris’s dirty words and teasing touches? you were done for. so fuckin’ done for.

© delilahsturniolo

[lvrsturniolo]

P*RNSTAR- ⋆M.S⋆

synopsis: you finally let Matt film you during sex, and you look perfect as his pornstar.

warnings: smut(p n v), sex tape, porn w no plot, pet names (baby, slut, sweetheart, etc.), lowkey breeding kink at the end, unprotected sex(DO NAWT), not proofread, creampie, dom!bf!matt x sub!gf!reader. (Lmk if I missed anything!!)

pt. 3 to my Aftercare Fic Playlist😋

The camera starts rolling, the soft click echoing in the room. Matt watches the screen, his girl more beautiful than any porn star hes ever seen.

You almost immediately pull off his your t-shirt, that MAY belong to him. This leaves you in just your white lace panties, having taken your bra off the second you got home from work.

Matt gulps visibly, practically salivating as he watches you strip on camera. The sight of your bare chest makes his cock twitch in his jeans. He adjusts the camera angle to focus on your gorgeous body. "Fuck baby, look at you..." he mutters, his voice heavy with lust. "Y’so fucking beautiful," he says, watching as you play with your hair, biting your lip nervously. He loves seeing you like this, seductive, but vulnerable with the intimacy at the same time. "Put your legs up, baby. Let the camera see those pretty white panties."

You comply, leaning back on your elbows on the bed, lifting your knees up and open, showing the camera your panties, and the growing wet spot in them. “Please hurry, Matt. Need you s’bad.” You whine softly, having needed this all day.

At your desperate plea, Matt quickly unbuckles his jeans, pushing them down along with his boxers. His hard cock springs free, standing at attention. He grabs it, giving it a few pumps as he watches you moving only, with need.

You slowly, seductively pull down you panties, keeping the same position and showing the camera your glistening folds, and Matt’s completely paralyzed with lust at your movements. His hand moves faster along his shaft as the camera catches the first view of your bare pussy. "Holy fuck..." he mutters, already on the verge of losing it.

He steps closer to the bed, positioning himself between your spread thighs, the camera capturing every inch of his body and his large, throbbing member. He slowly runs his fingers along your inner thighs, teasing you and the camera.

“Matt p-please stop teasin’. ” you whine softly, need completely filling all your senses like a drug.

He chuckles darkly, loving how desperate you are. He grips his base tightly, the head of his cock nearly touching your entrance. "Awh, y’need it, baby? You need me t’fuck you on camera? If y’do, ya gotta ask better than that." He purposely rubs the tip against your wet folds, pulling a deep whine from the back of your throat.

“P-pleaaase Matt- I-I need you s’bad. N-needed ya all day. P-please stop teasin me.”

Smirking at your vulnerable state, he slides just the tip inside you slowly, stretching you open. "Such a needy girl, aren't you? Look how pretty you look being desperate for my cock..." He moves the camera angle slightly to capture your face. "Want it all, baby?" You immediately nod your head vigorously as he slowly feeds you his length, inch by inch, making sure the camera catches every delicious movement. "Look at you taking my cock like such a good girl..." His voice is deeper now, more gravelly with desire. He pushes all the way in, making you gasp, eyes widening before rolling back. The delicious feeling of him stretching you overflowing your body like an addictive drug.

Seeing you lose control like that makes him even harder. He starts to move, slowly thrusting in and out, making sure the camera captures every wet, sloppy sound your pussy makes as it takes his cock. "Fuck baby, look at how deep I am inside you," he groans, grabbing your head and forcing you to look down to where you meet, seeing the indent of his cock in your lower tummy before he pushes down on it, causing an almost pornographic moan to leave the back of your throat as your nails dig crescents into his shoulders.

He groans deeply, loving the sound of your moans and the feel of your nails digging into his shoulders. He picks up the pace slightly, slamming into you harder, making sure the camera captures every bounce of your breasts and every wet slap of their bodies meeting. "Is that what you like?"

“M-Matt s-shiiit. Feels so-so fucking good” you whimper, losing yourself in the pleasure.

He reaches down, finding your clit with his fingers and applying pressure, rolling it between his thumb and index finger in time with his thrusts. "You gonna cum for me baby? Gonna make a mess all over my cock on camera?"

His words barely register enough for you to answer, brain feeling like mush as you somehow get out a shake of your head and a repeated “yesye-yesyes f-fuck!”

He can tell you're right on the edge, your pussy gripping him like a vice and your breathing becoming more ragged. "Come on then, cum all over my dick like a dirty little slut. Let the camera see it."

With one last deep thrust of his cock, and just the right swirl of his finger on your clit, your legs begin shaking as you scream. Eyes rolling back so far you swear you can see your brain.

He groans loudly, feeling your pussy clamp down on his cock as you orgasm, but he keeps his hard thrusts going to help you through it, drawing out your pleasure and making sure the camera captures every second of your intense climax. "Fuck, baby. Look at you cumming so hard on m’cock. s-such a good girl, gonna let me fill you up baby? hm?”

“Y-Ngh! P-please fill me up!” You whine, overstimulated slightly, but craving the feeling of him filling you to the brim.

He fucking adores, how needy you are, spreading your legs wider, going deeper with his thrusts. He knows the camera is picking up his heavy balls slap against your ass. He finds your eyes and watches as he asks, "You want me to breed you baby?"

“Y-yes, Matt! Fill me up p-please!”

He growls deeply, his face contorting with pleasure as he gets closer. He reaches down, lifting your legs onto his shoulders, hitting that spot inside you that makes you whimper even more. "Look at the camera baby, I want it to see your face when I fill you up."

You comply again, turning your head to the camera and giving it quite the erotic sight. Your mascaras smeared down your face, mouth stuck open in an “O” shape, sweat causing your hair to stick to your skin.

His jaw tightens as he watches you through the camera lens. You're the definition of fucked out. He spreads your legs wider, snapping his hips harder, making your breasts bounce. He grunts, "Jesus, y’look like a fuckin porn star. prettiest porn star I’ve ever seen."

His breath comes out in quick pants as he loses control, thrusting deep one final time. "Fuck... fuck I'm cumming baby, look at me... I'm filling you up just like you wanted...y-yeah? mhm, gonna- fuuuck- gon’ make you a mommy" He says as he spills into you, letting out a deep, pornographic moan.

He stays deep inside you for a few minutes, catching his breath as he looks at the camera, pulling your legs off his shoulders and wrapping them around his waist instead, keeping you impaled on his softening length. He reaches for the camera, turning it off and setting it down before gently pulling out of you, watching as some of his cum leaks out.

He smiles softly, sitting you up and kissing around your fucked out looking face softly. "You did so good baby, r’you okay?" He asks, seeing you nod slightly before he runs to the bathroom, coming back with a warm washcloth, cleaning you softly before carefully picking you up, taking you to the bathroom to pee before bringing yoy back to your shared bed. He kisses you softly and lovingly on the lips before laying down next to you on the bed, pulling the covers over the both of you and pulling you closely into him. “Y’did so good f’me, sweet girl. gotta make you a porn star more often, y’jus so so pretty on camera.”

AHH I HOPE YALL LIKED THIS !

I know I said I’d post it the 9th but it’s lit 12:06 so basically it’s still the 9th.

Likes & Reblogs are never forced but always appreciated!! See you guys tmr for HEARTBEAT<3

Xoxo, Mel💋

[sweetshuga]

𝑮𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒔 ✰ 𝑴.𝑺

ᯓ 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒕 𝒔𝒎𝒖𝒕! ────

𝒂𝒏: Something short :)

Matt’s hips rolled against yours, stirring his cock deeper into your warmth. He held himself up by his forearms, each one on either side of your head to make sure he didn’t put too much weight on you.

His tip kissed your cervix with each deep thrust, eliciting soft whimpers each time. Your face contorted in pleasure when he hit particularly deep, making your eyes roll back. Seeing your cock-drunk expression caused Matt’s lips to curl up at the corners with a smirk.

"Oh— f-fuck--" You mewled, nails raking down his back as your legs tightened around his waist—trying to pull him in deeper.

Matt groaned in annoyance when his glasses kept sliding down his nose due to the sheen of sweat forming from exertion. He halted his movements briefly to push up his glasses before resuming his pounding.

A few more thrusts and his glasses were sliding down yet again and you could tell that he was starting to get frustrated by the way his thrusts were sharper and more rough now.

He adjusted his glasses again, his hips stuttering as he tried to get back to the rhythm he had, but his glasses kept sliding down after a few thrusts, making him unable to keep a steady rhythm due to stopping again and again to fix his glasses.

A frustrated groan escaped him as he mumbled about what a pain in the ass his glasses were. He stopped his movements abruptly, still buried deep inside you as he tried to take his glasses off but you quickly held his arm, halting his movement.

"Lemme hold it for you." Your breathy words made him chuckle despite his earlier frustration. His eyes crinkled at the corners as his smirk widened.

"You gonna help me hold it, sweetheart?" He rasped, shaking his head slightly as he chuckled softly, his hips grinding against you as he pushed his length deeper into your welcoming warmth, eliciting a soft whimper from you.

"Then keep ’em riiight there—don’t want me to stop now do you?" He drawled, biting back a chuckle when you nodded and diligently helped him hold his glasses up. He couldn’t help but smile at your compliance, finding you endearing.

"Good girl... Such a fucking good girl for me." He groaned as he started to pound into you again, fucking you into the mattress as you struggled to hold his glasses.

Yeah... He’s definitely gonna keep it on more from now on.

★ 𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒖𝒂𝒈𝒆! | 𝒘𝒄: 𝟎.𝟒 𝒌 ★

© 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒔𝒉𝒖𝒈𝒂

[mattscoquette]

texts with dilf!matt 𝜗𝜚 ࣪ ˖

suggestive

© mattscoquette

[whor3ing]

ᥫ᭡. 𓍯𓂃𓏧 "𝑱𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝑲𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝑺𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒔𝒇𝒊𝒆𝒅" | 𝑴.𝑺

༉‧₊˚. CUTS AND BRUISES BY INHALER — A WRITING MARATHON . . . fic #1

matt sturniolo! x f!reader

WARNINGS : smut, angst, pussy eating, raw, mentions of breakup, passionate sex

word count : 1.5k ♡

—The hotel room is quiet. Too quiet.

Just the soft hum of the air conditioner and the heavy thud of your heartbeat echoing in your chest.

You don’t speak when Matt closes the door behind him. Don’t even turn around. You just stare out the window, watching the rain smear against the glass like it’s trying to wash everything clean.

Like that’s even possible.

His voice is low, tired. “You’re really gonna leave, huh?”

You shut your eyes. His words shouldn’t hurt—not after all the arguing, the distance, the nights you spent curled on opposite sides of the bed. But fuck, they do.

“I don’t know what else to do, Matt.” Your voice cracks, just barely. “We keep hurting each other.”

Matt steps closer. You can feel him behind you—can feel the heat of his body, the weight of his stare. “Then hurt me,” he says, almost desperate. “Just—just don’t go. Not yet.”

You turn, finally looking at him—and god, he looks wrecked. Like he hasn’t slept in days. Eyes red-rimmed, jaw clenched like he’s holding himself together with sheer will.

Your throat tightens. “What are we even doing anymore?”

He doesn’t answer. He just surges forward and kisses you—hard. Like he’s trying to drown in you. Like if he kisses you deep enough, long enough, you’ll forget all the reasons you’re not working.

You kiss him back just as desperately. Fingertips digging into his hair, his jaw, trying to memorize the way his mouth moves over yours. How he tastes. How he feels.

His hands are everywhere—under your shirt, on your hips, tugging at the waistband of your jeans. “Let me have you,” he breathes against your mouth. “One more time.”

Your heart cracks a little more.

But you nod. Because of course you do. Because you’re both so fucking good at pretending. At holding on, even when there’s nothing left.

Matt doesn’t waste time. He backs you toward the bed, hands shaking as he pushes your jeans down, his lips dragging down your neck. “Fuck, I missed you,” he mutters, voice wrecked. “Missed this. Missed us.”

You bite back a sob as he sinks to his knees.

“Matt—”

“I know,” he whispers, pressing kisses to the inside of your thighs. “I know we’re fucked. But let me make you feel good, yeah? Let me do this right. Just once.”

You nod, and he pulls your underwear down slowly—almost reverently. Like he’s unwrapping something sacred.

He spreads your legs and buries his face between them like he’s starving. Like the only thing keeping him alive is your taste.

“Jesus, baby,” he groans, tongue dragging up your slit, sucking your clit into his mouth. “Pussy s' fuckin’ wet for me.”

You whimper, head tipping back as your thighs tremble around his head. “Matt…”

But he doesn’t stop. Doesn’t even slow down. He licks into you like he’s trying to memorize it—every flick, every glide, every little gasp he can pull from your lips.

“God, I missed this,” he murmurs against your pussy, voice thick and wrecked. “You taste the same. Just like I fuckin’ remember.”

His breath is hot against your soaked skin, lips parting as he flattens his tongue and licks a long, slow stripe from your dripping entrance all the way up to your clit, savoring every inch like he’s been dreaming about this.

Your hand curls into his hair, anchoring yourself to the way he moans against you, like your body alone is enough to undo him. His tongue circles your clit, lazy and deliberate, then flicks it with practiced precision, making your hips jerk up off the bed.

He groans again, gripping your thighs tighter, holding you open like you’re something sacred. He buries his face deeper, his nose nudging against your soaking pussy while his tongue works you over, slipping between your folds with messy, wet strokes, slow at first—tasting you, teasing you—then faster, more focused, when he feels you start to tremble.

“Fuck,” he pants, lips slick with you, chin shiny. “Missed how sweet you fuckin’ taste f' me.”

He wraps his lips around your clit and sucks—hard—just once, just enough to pull a strangled gasp from your throat before he backs off, tongue flicking gently now against your folds, easing the sting with softness.

You’re squirming beneath him, overwhelmed and strung out, and he fuckin’ loves it.

His fingers slide between your folds, two of them slipping inside with no resistance at all, curling just right to find that spot that makes your toes curl. He fucks them into you slowly, curling and pumping, his mouth never leaving your clit.

He moans again—moans—like he’s the one getting off, like the slick heat of your cunt is enough to make him come untouched.

“Been thinkin’ about this for weeks,” he mutters, dragging his tongue in slow circles. “Thinkin’ about how you fall apart on my fuckin’ mouth.”

He flattens his tongue and shakes his head side to side, fast, relentless pressure that sends sparks shooting up your spine. Your back arches, breath hitching as you cry out his name, and he just keeps going, like he’s determined to drown in you.

Every flick of his tongue, every drag of his fingers—it’s all perfectly timed, perfectly tuned to your body. He’s not rushing it. No—he’s worshipping you. Devouring you like he’s starving and you’re his last meal.

You’re still shaking when he pulls his mouth from you, lips shiny, the stubble on his chin soaked from your wetness, breath ragged like he’s been holding it the entire time.

And for a second—just a second—he pauses.

Eyes flick up to yours, dark and heavy with something that makes your chest ache. Like he’s memorizing you. Like he knows the moment he lets go, you might just disappear.

“Matt,” you whisper, barely able to breathe, voice already thick with emotion. You reach for him like you’re afraid he might not come back.

But he does.

He rises over you in one smooth motion, his body heat sinking into yours, the thick head of his cock brushing against your entrance.

He doesn’t tease, doesn’t waste a second. Just lines himself and pushes in—slow and deep, filling your dripping pussy in one long, shaking thrust.

Your breath catches, tears prickling at your lashes from how full it feels—how good. How right.

Matt groans low in your ear, forehead pressed to yours, hands fisting in the sheets on either side of your head like if he doesn’t hold on, he’ll fall apart.

“Fuck,” he breathes, voice cracking. “You feel like heaven. You always fuckin’ did.”

He starts to move, slow at first, each thrust steady and deep, grinding his hips down so you feel every inch of him, dragging along every nerve inside of you.

It’s not fast. It’s not frenzied. It’s deliberate—like he’s carving the shape of himself into you one last time.

“Why’s it gotta be like this?” he murmurs, lips brushing your cheek as he thrusts into you, cock so deep it makes your stomach tighten, so deep you can feel him brush against your cervix with every passing second. “Why’s the only time we get it right… when we’re sayin’ goodbye?”

Your chest clenches. You can’t answer him. You don’t know how.

So you kiss him instead—messy, wet, teeth knocking—fingers digging into his back, trying to pull him deeper, closer. Trying to stay.

Matt fucks into you harder, but still not fast. Not rough. It’s aching, the kind of slow that burns.

His hips roll into you with purpose, the drag of his cock hitting that perfect spot over and over until your thighs are trembling around his waist.

“I’d give you everything,” he groans, lips brushing your jaw, your neck, your mouth. “My fuckin’ heart, my name, my future—just to keep you satisfied.”

You choke on a gasp, nails raking down his back. “You already have all of me, Matt.”

“Then why do I feel like I’m losin’ you?” His voice is hoarse, raw. He’s falling apart inside you, every thrust more desperate than the last, like he’s trying to leave pieces of himself behind in your body.

You clench around him, thighs shaking, pleasure building like a wave you can’t stop. “You’re not,” you whisper, breath catching. “Not yet.”

And that’s all it takes.

He lets out a sound—half-growl, half-moan—before his hand slips under your knee, hiking your leg higher around his waist, changing the angle just enough to fuck even deeper into you. His thick cock pushes against your cervix, pounding your pussy to the hilt, enough to make you see stars.

He fucks into you deeper now, harder, like he’s trying to chase down the edge of something he knows he’ll never catch.

“Come for me,” he pants, breath hot against your skin. “Come on, baby. Wanna feel you one more time—just like this. Just like we used to be.”

You fall apart around him with a cry, body trembling, clenching down on him so hard it pulls a broken fuck from his throat. He thrusts once, twice more, then buries himself deep and spills inside you, his whole body tensing, shaking with it.

It’s silent, the way he comes. His forehead pressed to yours. His eyes closed. His lips parted in a breathless gasp as his cock pulses inside you, filling you up, his come spilling out against your walls as his his hands grip your hips so tight it hurts.

It’s not just sex. It’s goodbye—and you both know it.

alexa play lover, you should've come over by jeff rn, posting everyday this week soooo !! also pls consider reblogging i hate to be that gorl but my fics have been flopping recently 💔

as always any & all inspo from this marathon is from the beautiful @delilahsturniolo <3

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Is it me or is this picture definitely Matt coded? 🫣

[zenithsturniolo]

⮱ when did i stop being enough? - matt sturniolo

550 words — angst, falling out of love, one sided love, silent heartbreak

a/n: why do i do this to myself

it’s quiet.

too quiet for a house that used to hold so much laughter.

matt sits on the edge of the bed, elbows on his knees, promise ring turning over and over between his trembling fingers. the room is dim. not because the lights are off, but because everything feels muted now—like even the walls know something is ending.

you stand near the door, arms crossed, eyes red but dry. you’ve cried enough. so has he. now it’s just this: a stillness thick with everything you never said.

he breathes in, shaky. the silver band glints in the low light. it still fits his pinky perfectly.

"we stopped trying," you say softly, like admitting it will somehow lessen the blow. "and that’s when it ended."

matt swallows hard. "i didn’t stop."

you blink.

"i never stopped trying," he whispers, eyes locked on the ring. "i’d leave the porch light on when you worked late. i’d wait up just to hear you come in. i made your coffee how you liked it even when you stopped drinking it. i…"

he trails off. his voice is crumbling.

"there wasn’t a day i didn’t try," he says, voice hoarse, tears crawling silently down his cheeks. "but i guess trying isn’t the same as fixing things."

you don’t respond. because deep down, you know he did. in all the small ways that went unnoticed until now.

his hands shake as he slides the promise ring off, like it’s fused to his skin. it lands in his palm with a soft clink. he stares at it for a second longer, then laughs bitterly.

"remember when we bought these?"

your throat tightens.

"it was raining," he continues, barely a whisper. "you said the storm made it more romantic. we picked the cheapest rings in the shop, but you said it didn’t matter because they felt real."

he looks up at you then, eyes glassy.

"when did i stop being enough?"

you can’t answer. your chest caves around the silence. because there is no clean answer—just a slow fading. just love that used to burn and now only flickers.

his voice cracks. "you promised you’d stay."

"i know," you whisper.

and god, you want to stay. you want to fix it. but you’ve both poured yourselves out trying, and there’s nothing left in either of you.

matt closes his hand around the ring, knuckles white. then slowly, deliberately, he stands. walks toward you.

you think he might say something more. maybe beg. maybe plead. maybe ask you to fight for him one last time.

but he doesn’t.

he just brushes a knuckle down your cheek, like he’s memorizing you. then he gives the softest, saddest smile you’ve ever seen.

"this is it, isn’t it?"

you nod. barely. and it still feels like a scream.

he steps aside, gives you space to walk past him. and when you do, you pause at the door.

you look back.

he’s standing in the same place. still holding the ring.

"goodbye, matt."

he nods.

and then you’re gone.

the door closes with a quiet click.

no slamming. no shouting. just the sound of a heart breaking quietly in the dark.

matt sinks to the floor, promise ring still in his fist.

he stays there for a long time.

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divider by @aquazero

© zenithsturniolo

[hearts4sturn]

BABY FEVER – MATT STURNIOLO

pairing: matt sturniolo x fem!reader synopsis: babysitting your three year old niece with your boyfriend is not for the weak warnings: lowercase intended, use of y/n, mentions of having a child ???, fluff!!

“auntie y/n!” ruby’s voice rang out across the yard, the little girl’s excitement practically vibrating through the air as she came running toward y/n. her tiny feet barely kept up with her eagerness, and she almost tripped over them in her rush. but before y/n could even fully step inside, ruby was already in her arms, wrapping herself around y/n’s legs in a tight, exuberant hug.

“well, hey there, rubs!” y/n laughed, grinning as she bent down to scoop ruby up into her arms, easily lifting the toddler into the air. “how’s my favorite niece doing today?” she asked, her voice soft with affection.

ruby beamed up at her aunt, holding y/n’s face in her small hands, her fingers gently pressing into y/n’s cheeks as she looked up, her eyes wide and sparkling with pride. “mommy let me have stra-bees today!” she said, her little mouth stretching into a huge, toothy grin.

“oh really? strawberries, huh? that sounds yummy!” y/n replied with a teasing smile, her heart warming at ruby’s excitement.

“i got lots and lots of stra-bees!” ruby said, her words tumbling out in a rush as her enthusiasm made her talk faster than usual. but her smile said it all, clear and bright.

“lucky you,” y/n said, brushing a lock of ruby’s hair from her forehead, her fingers lingering on the toddler’s soft skin. “you’re going to be all bouncy with all that sugar!” she teased, her eyes dancing with amusement.

ruby nodded vigorously, her eyes wide with the thrill of her treat. “yeah! i got so many, auntie!” she exclaimed, her little hands still holding onto y/n’s face as if to make sure she heard every word.

just as y/n was about to respond, a voice from behind them broke in, teasing but full of warmth. “hey! there’s no hello for me?” matt’s voice rang out, and y/n turned, laughing as she saw him standing there with his arms crossed in playful mock offense.

ruby’s face immediately lit up at the sound of his voice. she kicked her legs in the air, her little hands reaching for y/n’s shirt as if she couldn’t contain her joy any longer.

“uncle matt!” she squealed, her face lighting up like the sun. she wiggled in y/n’s arms, signaling that she was ready to be handed over to him.

y/n chuckled, lowering ruby gently to the floor. the moment her feet touched the ground, the toddler took off running toward matt, her small feet barely touching the ground as she practically flew toward him.

“hey, rubs,” matt greeted her with a grin, crouching down to scoop her up into his arms. ruby’s delighted giggles filled the room as she clung to him, her tiny hands grabbing at his shoulders with all the energy she could muster.

y/n smiled at the sight of them, her heart swelling with affection. there was something so simple and pure about the way they interacted, so effortless and full of love. watching them together made y/n's heart ache in the best way, and she couldn’t help but feel a deep sense of contentment.

just then, y/n turned to her sister-in-law, who was hurriedly gathering her things as she prepared to head out. “thank you so much for agreeing to look after her,” she said with a sincere smile. “i’m really sorry it’s so last minute—my work called me in unexpectedly and our babysitter was already busy and—”

y/n cut her off with a gentle smile and a wave of her hand. “it’s okay, really. i understand.

“thank you again, both of you. i just have to rush out now, but seriously, i really appreciate it.”

y/n smiled and gently placed her hand over her sister-in-law’s, reassuring her. “hey, it’s no problem. sometimes life just throws things at us, but matt and i are always happy to look after our favorite niece. you don’t need to apologize.”

her sister-in-law sighed in relief, visibly relaxing now that her mind was at ease. “thank you again, from the bottom of my heart. and ruby…” she turned to her daughter with a smile, crouching to her level. “you remember what i said, right? behave yourself, okay? don’t make things too hard on auntie y/n and uncle matt.”

“yes, mommy! see you later!” ruby chirped happily, her voice a little squeakier with excitement. she waved enthusiastically as her mother made her way out the door, her small body practically jumping with joy.

y/n crouched down to ruby’s level, giving her a gentle smile as she brushed a stray strand of hair behind the toddler’s ear. “alright, sweetheart…” y/n began, her voice soft and coaxing. “how about we go to the park now? sound good?”

“yes!!” ruby’s face lit up like a Christmas tree at the suggestion, and before y/n could say another word, she grabbed her aunt’s hand, tugging her toward the door with all the energy she had.

“hey, hey, rubs, slow down a little, okay?” matt called from behind them, his voice warm with amusement. “we’re not in a hurry. no need to rush.”

ruby paused for a split second, glancing up at matt with a sudden serious expression. then, without missing a beat, she broke into a giggle, her tiny shoulders shaking with laughter. “okay, uncle matt!” she said in her sing-song voice, still holding tightly to y/n’s hand as they made their way toward the door.

“okay, go put on your shoes, and let’s get going!” y/n called to ruby, who immediately dashed over to her shoe rack. she excitedly picked out her favorite pair of pink light-up sneakers, practically bouncing as she put them on.

“let’s go, auntie!” ruby exclaimed, her words tumbling out in her usual burst of excitement. she was already back at y/n’s side, her hand once again grabbing y/n’s as she tugged her toward the door. matt followed closely behind, his steps light and easy as he kept pace with the two girls.

once they arrived at the park, ruby didn’t waste a single second. she immediately let go of y/n’s hand and ran straight for the swing set, her little legs carrying her as fast as they could go. “uncle matt! push me, please!” she called back over her shoulder, her eyes wide with anticipation.

“alright, rubs, i’ve got you,” matt said with a chuckle, walking over to the swings with a grin. he was already getting ready to push her when y/n stepped back, watching from the sidelines, content to simply enjoy the moment.

y/n leaned against a nearby bench, her heart swelling with warmth as she watched matt gently push ruby on the swing. ruby’s delighted giggles filled the air, her hands gripping the chains as she soared higher into the sky. matt’s face was lit up with joy as he pushed her, and for a brief moment, y/n’s heart ached in the best way. she had always dreamed of being a mom, and watching matt with ruby was a constant reminder of how natural and beautiful he was with kids. sometimes, it made her wonder what it would be like to have a daughter of their own.

“auntie y/n!” ruby’s voice snapped y/n out of her thoughts, and she looked up to see the little girl waving at her from the swing. “come here, auntie y/n!”

y/n smiled warmly and walked over, her eyes twinkling with curiosity. “yes, sweetie?”

“get on the swing too!” ruby said excitedly, pointing to the empty swing next to hers. “uncle matt will push both of us!”

y/n chuckled at ruby’s enthusiasm and nodded. “alright, alright, i’ll join you.” she sat down on the swing next to ruby, and as soon as she did, she felt matt give her a push. but it wasn’t just any push—it was a little too much.

“matt–!” y/n yelped, her voice a mixture of surprise and mock indignation. “too high!”

matt laughed along with ruby, clearly enjoying her reaction. ruby giggled uncontrollably, her small hands gripping the swing’s chains as she kicked her feet in the air.

“auntie y/n, you’re so funny!” ruby laughed, her bright eyes sparkling with amusement. “okay, uncle matt, i want off now! let’s go to the next thing!” she said, pointing excitedly to the rest of the playground.

“alright, rubs,” matt said, laughing as he helped y/n down. the trio made their way toward the slides, with ruby already running ahead, eager to explore the next adventure.

when they returned home later that afternoon, ruby was practically bursting with energy, eager to tell her mom about everything. “mommy!” she shouted as she burst through the door, still riding high on the excitement of the day. “mommy, i had so much fun!”

y/n’s sister-in-law, who had been waiting by the door, crouched down to scoop her daughter up into her arms. “hey, sweetie. how was your day with auntie y/n and uncle matt?” she asked, her smile warm as she hugged ruby tight.

“was so fun! we went to the park, and uncle matt pushed me on the swings, and auntie y/n too!” ruby said excitedly, her words coming out in a happy rush.

“oh really now? sounds like you had a blast. now, how about you take off your shoes and wash your hands, okay? mommy’s going to chat with auntie y/n and uncle matt for a minute,” her mom suggested, giving ruby a gentle kiss on the cheek before letting her go.

ruby nodded eagerly and scampered off to do as instructed, her little feet pattering across the floor as she removed her sneakers and headed toward the bathroom.

once ruby was out of earshot, y/n’s sister-in-law turned to the couple with a grateful smile. “thank you so much for looking after her again,” she said, her voice sincere. “i really appreciate it.”

y/n waved it off with a smile. “hey, you don’t have to thank us all the time. we’re family. we’d be happy to look after her any time,” she reassured her, her voice warm and comforting.

her sister-in-law smiled back, her eyes filled with gratitude. “thank you,” she repeated, a soft laugh escaping her as she made her way toward the door. “i’ll see you both soon.”

“take care!” y/n and matt called in unison, waving her goodbye. as the door clicked shut, the two of them shared a quiet smile, content with the simple joys of the day.

after a peaceful moment, they both climbed into matt’s van, letting out a simultaneous sigh as they settled into the comfortable silence. the weight of the afternoon's activities had finally caught up with them, and the car felt cozy and familiar.

“do you have it too?” y/n asked, her voice soft as she turned to glance at matt. there was a slight catch in her breath, a tender look in her eyes as she searched his face for an answer.

“baby fever?” matt said with a knowing smile, his eyes softening as he looked at her. “yeah, i’ve got it. bad.”

y/n sighed, her shoulders slumping as she stared out the window. her fingers absentmindedly played with the hem of her shirt, a little frown tugging at her lips. “we’re too young though. i know we are... but she’s just so cute.”

matt chuckled softly, his gaze warm as he met her eyes. “i know, baby. i want one too. believe me. but we should give it a few more years. we’re not exactly in the right place yet.”

“but matttt,” she whined, her voice taking on a playful tone. “she’s so tiny and perfect. i just wanna take her home and keep her forever.”

matt smiled at her, his thumb gently brushing over her hand as he reached out to take it. “i know, babe. i get it. i really do. but we’ve got time. a lot of time. no need to rush into it. we’ll get there, i promise. just a few more years, okay?”

y/n let out another sigh, this one a little heavier, but she nodded, knowing deep down that he was right. “just a few more years, huh?” she repeated quietly, as though trying to convince herself.

“yeah, just a few,” matt confirmed softly, his voice soothing as he leaned over to give her a quick kiss on the forehead. his lips lingered there for a moment, his eyes closing in contentment. “we’ll be great when the time comes, i know it.”

y/n rested her head against the seat, closing her eyes for a moment. the idea of waiting was hard, but she trusted matt. they had their whole future ahead of them. “okay,” she whispered, finally relaxing into the comfort of the moment. “just a few more years.”

wc: 2.2k

author's note: hai please tell me this isn't cringe ty

dividers: @cafekitsune

taglist:  @courta13

© HEARTS4STURN 2025

[slvt4chrissturniolo]

NSFW bf!matt head cannons

authors note: I was wet writing these, now get to reading ! <3

no capitalization intended

<3 bf!matt whos... favorite thing to do to you is finger you till you feel overstimulated

matts fingers curled inside you, moving into you swiftly. he smirked when he saw your face, your eyes were shut, unable to open. matts other hand was circling your clit, abusing it. you were whining him to stop, it was too much.

"m- matt st- stop-"

"c'mon baby I know you can take it"

your juices were covering his arm, and soaking the sides of your thighs. you felt a knot in your stomach and a shift in your breathing. your head was pounding, and your pussy began to pulse around matts soaked fingers.

<3 bf!matt who... calls himself mattthemunch for a reason

you were laying on your back on the edge of the bed staring at matt, who was sucking on your throbbing clit on his knees. your juices were running down his chin, dripping, soaking into his face. his head moved right and left while flicking his tongue through your pussy. your eyes rolled to the back of your head and you yanked on his hair, so hard it hurt him, but that only drove him further. he wanted you to release all over his face, in his mouth, matt wanted your cum down his throat.

<3 bf!matt who... loves to fuck you slow and Intimately with music on

you and matt were in bed, entwined. the light from the TV playing music on it projected the most beautiful lighting, it hit matts jawline and hair just right. your arms and legs were wrapped him, and his hands from under you came in to caress your sides. it was all mindless affection, until you felt a need for him. matts playlist consisted of Mac Miller, Drake, Lil Skies, Malcom Todd, Frank Ocean, and many more. it was a playlist he'd put on while gaming or hanging out with you, you never thought it'd be playing while matts on top of you.

matts veiny cock was balls deep inside of you. he would pump in and out of your sloppy pussy slowly, taking his time, making sure you feel every inch of him. he leaned down and drew kisses all over your neck and shoulder, he wanted to be as close to you as he could. whimpers and low moans would escape from your mouth as his member twitched inside you, you stared into matts enchanted eyes while your bottom lip was stuffed between your teeth. through the sounds leaving your mouth, you could hear ivy by frank ocean playing softly. pleasure shot throughout you two while released all over his throbbing penis. the sight of the white, warm and wet ring left on him let him come crashing down. your mouth flew open as you felt cum shoot through you. your brain was fuzzy, it felt like the music stopped, like time itself stopped.

<3 bf!matt who... stops in empty parking lots because he couldn't keep his eyes on the road

matt was staring at you the whole drive home, or the so much he was able to drive. every red light and stop sign, matts eyes would drift over to you. it didn't take long before he turned the wheel into an empty, poorly lit parking lot. the two of you were scrambling for the button on your jeans, unzipping them and then pulling them down. after your undergarments were off you immediately straddled him, bouncing on his hard cock. your knees were red from all the movement, matts hands covers your ass, forcing you up and down his member. your mouth was right next to his ear, he was flooded with arousal from hearing your mouth rip out load moans.

<3 bf!matt who... teases you under tables in public

you were sitting next to matt at a small, busy dinner. you two were sitting across from nick and chris, but that wouldn't stop matt from keeping his hands off you. you were all in the middle of a captivating conversation, nick was expressing his hatred for a minor inconvenience while doing hand movements and crazy gestures, and you and Chris were red, wheezing, and falling from how hard you were laughing. meanwhile matt was zoned out staring at you, thinking of everything he'd wanna do to you. impulsively, matt brought his hand to your thigh. he warmed your thigh with his hand, tracing circles with his thumb. you didn't think anything of it, since this is normal for matt, until his fingers began to find them selves near your heat. you felt yourself turn red, and your hips squirm. he brought two fingers onto your clit, rubbing it through your clothes. your thighs clenched and a pool formed in your panties, and a smile formed on matts face when he found out. he loved being able to hold this power above you, he loved how his touch got you so worked up.

<3 bf!matt who... will do anything to make your cramps go away

you were straddled on matt, moving your hips back and forth with glossy eyes. your head was in his neck with his hand rubbing your back softly for comfort. you've always have gotten bad cramps on your period, but it was different this time. whimpers and sniffling was all matt could hear, he felt horrible. he really wished he could do more, he just wanted to end your pain. you found yourself dry humping him for pleasure. even through layers of clothes, you adored the feeling. you choked out words, trying your best not to break down.

"i- it hurts so b- bad matt"

"I know sweetheart, just relax f'me"

<3 bf!matt who... has a finger sucking kink

matt was pounding into your wet and sloppy pussy. your legs were digging into his hips, and your fingers clutched onto the bed sheets for support. you eyebrows were glued together and your mind was all fuzzy, your mouth was wide open, producing loud, pornagraphic moans. matt placed a hand to the right of your head and shoved the other hand in your mouth. you immediately shut your mouth when you felt his index and middle finger roam, and explore your mouth. he brushed his fingers throughout your teeth, cheeks, and the roof of your mouth. it turned him on so much, being able to control your volume. he loved how he can make you scream and beg, and then zip your lip to only let out whimpers. feeling your soft lips around his fingers drove him to insanity. feeling your spit coat his fingers as he wet further down your throat, making you gag brought him to his breaking point.

<3 bf!matt who... loves getting choked

matt was a dom, until it came to getting pinned under you. the room was poorly lit, and the two of you were practically glued to the bed. your hips were grinding back and forth while you stared into matts fucked out eyes. he was clenching his muscles, fingers gripping onto the bed sheets. pathetic. matt was acting pathetic, the way he was admiring you, obeying to your every word, and fully letting your dominate him. his hair was sticking to his forehead, his mouth was wide open, releasing little whimpers and moans without any guilt. his cock twitched inside you when you latched your fingers around his neck. you could see in his face, and you could feel it, he loved being your little toy. you gripped his neck tighter, feeling him swallow spit and his adams apple bob up and down. you released your harness, seeing a red hand print. you moved your hand to his hand, letting your fingers get lost in his messy brown locks.

<3 bf!matt who... enjoys his quiet time

you were sitting naked on matts lap, bitting you lip to not let out a noise. he was knuckles deep fingering your pussy. although matt was still fully dressed, he wanted to make you feel good. his left hand was circling your clit, while his left was shoving curled fingers in and out your pussy. he loved loud sex, pounding into you, hearing your screams, he wants everyone to know how good he makes you feel. but once in a while he enjoys nothing more than being curled up with his favorite girl, pleasing you as best as he could. he'd use his fingers, tounge, even toys to see that look on your face. your hands grip onto your tits, toying with your hardened, sensitive nipples. you're sitting there watching him work while he gives you little praises, the rooms never felt more comfortable. the only noise in the room his fingers driving through your wet pussy, and the occasional moan.

<3 bf!matt who... likes getting his balls played with

your glistening lips were puckered around matts big red tip with your right hand was pumping his hard cock. your left hand was kneading his balls, your fingers were working on his balls while you began to flick your tounge on his tip. you could feel how close he was, his balls were full of cum, you needed down your throat, you were aching for it to cover your mouth. you moved both your hands to pump his member up and down, focusing on placing pressure around his base. your plump lips latched onto his left ball, you swallowed it, your tounge lapping his soft skin. you sucked, putting on some tension. each time a hand comes up to his tip you swip your thumb around his slit, begging for his cum. you drooled, and let your spit drip all on his balls, coating them in your wet saliva.

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dividers by: @toastray

[luvs4matt]

𝑶𝑵𝑬 𝒀𝑬𝑨𝑹 𝑺𝑷𝑬𝑪𝑰𝑨𝑳

good job ୨୧ matthew sturniolo

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 — in which, matt gets rewarded for doing so well with his first solo tour surprise.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 — smut, sub!matt, needy!matt, no p in v, pegging, kissing, begging, mommy kink, handjob, petnames (good boy, puppy, baby, sweet boy), etc.

“𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐃𝐈𝐃 𝐒𝐔𝐂𝐇 𝐀 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐉𝐎𝐁 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓 boy” his first solo tour surprise was today, and he didn’t get all nervous and stutter like he usually would. he was so confident with his words and he was having such a good time, it was sweet “t- thank you mama!” you stared at his face while the silicone moved in and out of him while you jerked him off.

he deserved to feel this good, he hadn’t been acting out in weeks, being your good boy. he had been so perfect, you needed to reward him.

“mamas good little boy, hm?” he nods as he whines, so consumed by pleasure that it is adorable. he throws his head back in pleasure, having that warm feeling in the pit of his tummy.

“or do you wanna be mamas good puppy?” he moaned louder, he loved being called puppy, and you knew that “which one do you wanna be baby? my good boy or good puppy?”

he whined out a “both!” he couldn’t decide, he just loved knowing he was doing good for you “oh yeah? you wanna be both baby?”

“mhm!” you could only smile at him “mommy loves you so much baby” his hands are entangled in the white sheets, the knot starting to tighten in his tummy. “l- love you more m- mama! mmph!” you lean down, giving him a sweet kiss that he struggled to reciprocate, he just felt too good.

your hips repeatedly slammed against his hips. he liked how you were being so rough with your actions but so soft and sweet with your words. he clenched around the toy, coming so close to falling over that sweet edge.

“you wanna cum for mama sweet boy?”

“yes! yes please!” you kiss his cheek before whispering into his ear “cum puppy” you picked yourself up, watching the white liquid spurt from his tip. you slowed your hand, as well as your thrusts, hoping to not overstimulate him. “no no, please don’t stop, need more mommy”

he must’ve been so worked up, you hadn’t had any intimacy with him since before the tour started.

“you wanna keep going? wanna cum again?” he nodded as he bit his lip “mhm.. wanna be your slut” his eyes were glossy as they begged you to not stop “you wanna be my slut” you chuckled as you sped back up. “uh-huh!”

he was so messy and disheveled, and he wanted you to make it worse. he wanted you to ruin him, he wanted you to make him cum till he had none left to give you, he wanted to give you everything, because he’s your good pup.

© luvs4matt

wc : 444

a/n — sorry this is so short chat 😣 THANK YOU @chrisspussygang FOR PROOF-READING!!!

[stvrnioloslvt]

⋆˚࿔⊹ ࣪ ˖─ pregnancy scare 1/2

pairing... ꒰inexperienced!matt × inexperienced!reader꒱

the fics in this au do not follow a chronological order. enjoy!

warm. so, so fucking warm.

that's how you felt wrapped around matt's lenght, your walls welcoming him in snugly. matt couldn't be more obsessed with it, if we're being honest. he lived to be able to feel every flutter, every squeeze, every little movement around his bare cock, sometimes pulling out until only his sensitive tip was in just to feel even better.

and you knew how much he enjoyed it, sometimes using this knowledge to your advantage just to see him struggle and crumble to keep himself together, to pull out at the last second and cum wherever he could. you two had one rule when it came to unprotected sex: no finishing inside.

to be honest, it had worked out great for you both, in almost one year of relationship you hadn't had any problems so far, and matt knew to pull out before losing control of his body.

apparently, it didn't work out today. his hips kept pistoning in and out of you, the slick sounds and warm feeling making his head dizzy. you, on the other hand, were already gone, buried in the deep contentment that came with your orgasm.

you were pulled out of that blissful state only when you felt matt start to panic on top of you, and then you felt it— a copious amount of warm cum spilling inside you, filling you up in a way that had you gasping for air. you couldn't help your eyes from rolling to the back of your head, your walls clamping down on matt's cock, milking him of every drop.

it was only when the fogginess cleared your brain that you two realised what truly happened. -matt,- you called out in a shaky breath, tapping his hips to have him slip away from your warmth. you gulped as his sticky essence gushed out of you, dripping on your skin and onto the sheets.

-I...fuck.-

© stvrnioloslvt

divider by @bernardsbendystraws

a.n: (awkwardly) uhm...hiii. I'm alive. I guess. hope you didn't miss me too much, life has been kicking my ass lately. how have y'all been?

anywayyy there will be a pt.2 to this one cause I wanna make it a little more angsty, so if angst is not for you– please, don't read it.

hope you enjoyed it!

au taglist: @sturniolo04 @sturnsrecord @chrislova @norasafterglow @faiyaz555 @tyummyz @sturniolotoast @izzysturniiolo

[sweetshuga]

「 𝑩𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌 𝑻𝒊𝒎𝒆 ✰ 𝑴.𝑺 」

ᯓ lecturer!matt smut! ────

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

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

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

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

But here he was, getting just that.

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

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

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

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

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

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

A few minutes later...

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

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

He looked edible just standing there.

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

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

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

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

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

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

To be continued...

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

© 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒔𝒉𝒖𝒈𝒂

[chrepsi]

HELLO!?!??!!?!?

WHY HAVENT I SEEN A SINGLE PERSON TALK ABT THIS I FUCKING SQUIRTED

[dreaamdiary]

ꗃ ˖ ࣪ 𓂃 ✦ FWB!CHRIS X BAMBI!READER BREAKFAST AT BAMBI’S (nsfw)

you stood at the counter, waffles slowly baking, whisking your morning matcha, with some faye playing in the background. completely unaware of the effect you were having on chris, who wasn't even fully awake yet.

just following the scent of something sweet and warm from your guest room to the kitchen, rubbing a hand through his messy hair.

"damn," chris exhaled the words, barely above a murmur. "good morning to me, yeah?"

you nearly jumped out of your body as you turned to see chris standing in the middle of the kitchen, lazy smirk and eyes barely open.

your hand lies on your chest, feeling the fast heart beat, “oh my god, you scared the shit outta me.”

“what, m’not aloud to come out my room either?”

he walks closer to the counter with his usual sarcastic tone, referencing last night’s memory of going into a thirty minute debate on whether he could sleep in bed with you or not, obviously fucking not. you knew him long enough to peep the games he plays.

“no like i completely forgot you were here, thought you were an intruder or some shit,” you go back to whisking the matcha, actively trying to ignore the fact that chris now has you trapped between him and the counter, his hands on either side of you and head resting on your shoulder.

“you got zero survival skills then, could’ve easily took your ass down, that’s why you need me here baby.” his eyes traveled from the swirling drink to your body. he traced every curve with his eyes, practically salivating at the mouth.

“it’s way too early for that bullshit chris.”

“nobody’s bullshiting you, i gotta protect my girl at all times.”

as much as chris tried to be respectful and not piss you off this morning, he was done with holding himself back. he moves his hands from the counter to snaking them around your waist, pressing his boner against sheer material covering your ass.

you feel yourself cracking a smile so you tilt your head down— fully looking into the mug below, still ignoring but not pushing away. “my who, sorry?”

he didn’t give a response, his fingers slide under the edge of the lace trim on your top, scorching your skin with every move. you gasp softly feeling a mix of heat and adrenaline, not wanting to give in so quickly, sure you’ve kissed a few times and got a little touchy when on one’s around but you didn’t let it get further than that, that’s was until now.

his cool breathe makes the hairs on your neck stand up, you could tell he was hesitant about something the way his body stuttered and all you wanted was for him to do whatever he was thinking about.

and finally he does, head sinking in your neck, leaving long lingering kisses while his hands scrunched your shorts up your thighs. he bites down lightly and lets the sting fade into warmth, soothing the area with his tongue.

“mmph, chris” you whimper as he continues to nip at your neck.

he chuckles in response before grabbing you by the hips, using them to turn you around. his dark brows pulled together slightly, eyes locked in on you and head tilted a little. “y’liked that, huh?”

your soft giggle cracked through the tension, his ice blue eyes making nerves tingle in your chest. chris’ smirk spreads slow across his face before he’s gently holding your jaw, lifting it to meet you half way.

their lips collide like they’ve been kept apart for too long— his kiss deep and hungry, lips moving steady against yours, making your knees go weak. his hands slid lower— possessive, gripping and kneading your ass, invoking series of moans into his mouth.

he breaks away, a string of saliva pulling from your lips, toying with the waistband of your shorts. “can i take these off baby?”

you froze in place, hands still wrapped around his neck, faces just centimeters apart as the gears in your head turned. weighing the positive and negative, thinking back on your list of morals, wether you should let some guy you’ve know for three months go down on you, but he was so pretty.

and to be fair it wasn’t some random guy, it was chris. the guy who kept her company during slow shifts at the shop, who brought you food when you didn’t have time to step away from work, the guy who’d text you every night asking about your day or if you got home safely. in the short span of knowing him, he’s proven himself to be a good man— a good friend and you could ultimately say you trusted him.

you nodded your head with parted lips, like you were in awe with the man who stood before you.

“use your words sweet girl.”

you swallow the lump in your throat and at this point your breathing was manual. “yes..please.”

that’s all he wanted.

he kissed you once more before he’s messaging your breast, squeezing your waist then hooking his fingers at your waistband. he tugs your shorts down, teasingly placing open- mouthed kisses over your hips and inner thighs, running his large hands along the thick skin, causing you to jolt up.

he bends you over the counter, leaving kisses on each ass cheeks. “spread your legs f’me,” he instructs, just above a whisper.

your top half is laying across the counter while chris is crouching under you legs, hovering over your dripping wet mound as you basically sit on his face. his thumb toys with your clit, playing with the slick of your pussy before latching his lips onto it. a shaky moan slips past your lips, soft and drawn out.

chris fully dives deep into your pussy— tongue lapping at your juices, nose bumping against your clit like it was the button triggering broken moans that shoot from your throat.

your grinding your hips into his face, so needy for his mouth, and he’s gripping your fatty flesh, keeping you grounded in case you tried to get away and muffling groans at the taste of your nectar.

“mmmh—“

he was was so messy with it, barbaric even. sucking harshly on the bundles of nerves, drinking you in like a fountain as you over flowed in his mouth, juices and spit streaming down his neck, you biting your lip while whining through the overwhelming sensation, not feeling this type of pleasure in a while.

chris follows by inserting his fingers in your tight hole, making you gasp for air and throw your head back, feeling so full with just his thick callused fingers. he twists them in and out, coming up for air and letting out a more than satisfied grunts on your skin.

“fuck baby—” he licks a strip of your drenched cunt, “you’re so sweet f’me—” he licks another strip, “so pretty, so, so, fuckin pretty,” this time he suctions your clit, stretching it up before releasing it with a giggle.

“your perfect sweetheart.”

he buries himself in your puffy folds, shaking his head all around, slurping you up like it’s his last meal, smacking his lips on your pussy as if you were a true delicacy— you were in his eyes.

your an absolute mess, trembling in his firm hold and eyes watering up. “god, right there, right there,” you cried, voice high and needy hips jerking uncontrollably as you felt yourself dancing on the edge of your climax, pressure just threatening to snap.

“nugh, chris, chris, chris,” you hide your face in your arms, unraveling completely, body clenching and pulsing as you release your pleasure all over his face while he continues to lap it up.

“c’mon pretty you can do better than that.”

chris applies light slaps to your overstimulated cunt, looking for more out of you. squealing and squirming before juices squirt out of you drenching him from head to toe.

chris remained on his knees taking you in like art. wet lips parted, your dripping from his chin— his nose and his finger in his mouth, sucking you off.

you nearly collapse on the hard wood floor with him, legs feeling like jelly before chris catches you, carefully placing you down on his lap and pulling you in for another kiss, allowing you to taste yourself on his lips.

“you’re fuckin incredible and you taste so good ma,” he slips in tongue in your mouth, swirling it around and rubbing your cheeks before you pull away.

“you smell that?” like clockwork the smoke alarm sounds, cause you guys to jump up being met with smoke coming from your waffle maker and spilled matcha pouring over the counter.

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[humpster35]

LMAOOO it’s my new favorite thing to say

Matt’s the type to fuck you to death. This man would deadass wanna fuck everytime, anyway and anywhere if you were dating. Which would lead to you being pregnant but the gag is…everyone in his family knows that it was only a matter of time before he got you pregnant. I can literally envision it now, your legs wrapped around his waist as he fucks into you hard on the kitchen counter, and you grasping for air and at his hair to try to steady yourself. Matt’s goal wouldn’t be to impregnate you(especially if you didn’t want it.) but simply to just fuck you so much to the point where he feels like you deserve his kids. This dude also has a breeding kink, i’m so sure of it.