#matt sturniolo smut

[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💋

[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

[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

[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

[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.

🏷: @drewswife @k4urltzx @courta13 @briizysturn @y2kstarr @chriscantwhisper @tezzzzzzzz @adorechris @sturnns-world @dolliraez

divider by @aquazero

© zenithsturniolo

[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.

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𝐑𝐎𝐑𝐘’𝐒 𝐀𝐔 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐋

rise and writhe [ babydaddy!matt & brat!reader ]

mornings with matt were the best, whether you wanted to admit it or not. he was always so sweet and gentle, whispering sweet nothings to you as soon as he’d notice your eyes begin to flutter open. today though, he’d woken up unusually early—he couldn’t sleep, the boner straining against his boxers making it hard to hide his arousal after vivid dreams of your moans.

matt knew you’d told him you were okay with being ‘woken up to a treat’ before, but he’d never actually put that to the test. he was nervous. fingers dancing across your chest lightly to give your plump boob a small squeeze, only to drop down to where you wore only some thin panties over your pretty mound, perfect for matt to pull to the side.

his eyes lifted to your sleeping face, watching your chest rise and fall from the position between your legs. gently, the pad of his finger brushed over your clit, brows raising when he saw your breath hitch. he was loving this. he liked the way you could never lie in your sleep.

it didn’t take long for him to be satisfied with how wet he’d gotten you, the light touches going straight to your core. his slender middle finger dipped into your pooling cunt, a small smirk tugging at his lips when he felt you clench around him, trying to keep him from pulling it out.

with his thumb, he spread your juices around your clit, rubbing it in slow, tight circles as his finger pumped in and out of you, curling every now and again. the small whines that fell from your once snoring lips made matt groan, his hips rutting into the mattress beneath him as he looked up at your now hardening face. even in your sleep, your moans were like music to his ears, the desperation that transpired because of them sending more blood rushing to his already hard dick.

surely by now he had a wet patch turning his dark blue boxers nearly black, but he didn’t care. holding his breath so he didn’t catch himself groaning enough for his daughter in the room next door to hear through the thin walls, his eyes followed your movements. you began to writhe between the covers, your chest now almost heaving as the pleasure from the double stimulation started to get to you.

“baby?” he finally heard your tired voice mumble. but the name made him stop his movements altogether, eyebrows raising when you raised your head from the pillow to look down at him. “matt,” you repeated, but really it wasn’t the same.

and truthfully, he wished you hadn’t corrected yourself.

a/n : au special’s back? i’m on a roll

-love, your grandma cvnty ☆!

[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

[bernardsbendystraws]

⋆𖦹.ೃ࿔*:･ Snow .ᐟ Reader x FWB.ᐟ Matt Texts

⚠︎ mentions of murder, stabbing, fem!receiving, and Matt the munch, angsty FWB dynamic, Matt being in love tbh.

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

[mattscoquette]

texts with dilf!matt 𝜗𝜚 ࣪ ˖

suggestive

© mattscoquette

[blushsturns]

lessons: part two / bsf!matt x inexperienced!reader

part one is here!

word count: 7088

warnings: this work contains explicit content, but it is all consensual! dirty talk, unprotected p! in v!, breeding, pet names, pure filth !!!

The knock at Matt's door comes early in the morning. Matt’s already awake in the kitchen cooking breakfast when he hears the knock, turning off the burner on the stove and immediately walking over to the front door to open it.

There you stood—an innocent demeanor about you that was so fresh, calm, and angelic. Matt’s smile brightens as he immediately envelops you into a tight hug, his arms wrapped around you tightly. Your head falls to his chest, breathing in the intoxicating scent of his laundry detergent and cologne. His hands fall to your lower back, rubbing slow, smooth circles through the fabric of your floral dress. 

“Are you okay, ladybug?” He suddenly asks, his voice full of worry–so gentle and genuinely concerned as he pulls you away from his chest so he can lock his eyes to yours. 

He looks down at you with a small smile on his lips, bringing his index and middle finger up to tilt your chin and angle it so your eyes can lock together. Sure, you stop by on occasion–you two were best friends, but he could always read you, like you were an open book. Plus, it was 9AM and it wasn’t like you to show up this early.

You nod your head, your lips forming a small pout, your eyes still locked onto his beautiful ocean blue ones. “I just missed you and wanted to tell you about my date last night” You say simply, your facial features turning soft as you notice he’s becoming a little curious now. 

Your date–the date that you prepped for with your own and only best friend who was standing before you with so much love and adoration in his eyes. He tilted his head to get a better look at you, his free hand swooping behind you and pulling your body a little closer to him so your bodies were pressed together. “Come in and have some breakfast and tell me about it, yeah?”

All you could do was nod your head at his words before allowing him to pull you into his house and closing the door behind you. The smell of bacon and eggs wafted through your nostrils, making your stomach growl in hunger.

“Hungry?” He looked over at you with a slight grin and making his way back into the kitchen. You follow him into the kitchen and hop up onto the kitchen counter, looking over at the food he’s making on the stove. Bacon, eggs, and french toast. You lick over your lips hungrily and instantly nod your head. “Please.” You reply back with a small smile on your face.

Your legs dangle back and forth as you sit on the kitchen counter, grabbing a piece of bacon that was already cooling on a plate. He finishes preparing the food and places it all on plates before handing you your plate. “For my ladybug.” He flashed you a wink before taking a bite of the bacon, his attention solely focused on you. “So, tell me, how was this date of yours? Do I have to kick his ass?”

Matt was always so protective of you–it made you feel so special and protected. You always had a sweet spot for Matt, despite being best friends with both of his brothers. He understood you like no one else and always made you feel so warm and safe. In all honesty, you always felt an attraction to him–feelings buried deep inside of you that you were too afraid to let out because of not knowing how Matt felt in return. It was impossible to not feel this way, he was someone you felt so incredibly comfortable and happy with. 

After the lessons he taught you, he was all you could think about–especially during your date. You knew it was wrong considering you were on a date with another guy, so why would you be thinking of your best friend? Matt taught you the things you were feeling insecure about and made you feel sexy, beautiful, wanted. It was hard to go on a date with someone you weren’t even sure about, especially when all you could think about was Matt and how good he made you feel. 

You shook your head at his question, a soft giggle leaving your lips as you take another bite of your bacon. “No, you don’t have to because I already kicked his ass..” You stopped speaking for a moment to swallow your bacon before continuing “To the curb.”

“What?” Matt’s eyes widened in surprise at your words, putting his plate down and set it next to him. “What happened, ladybug?”

You shrug your shoulders nonchalantly as you chew onto your bottom lip. The poor thing looked genuinely concerned. “Nothing, Matty. I promise. He just..it wasn’t good and he didn’t know what the hell he was doing.”

He raised his eyebrow as he stared at you. “Oh yeah? Did he not live up to the expectation?” 

You shook your head and take another bite of your bacon, quickly finishing it. How could any guy match the expectation of what Matt showed you? It was all you could think about–his hands on your skin, his lips against yours, his tongue and fingers so skilful and making you moan and wither against him. How could you ever just move on to another guy after all of it? “Not after what we did.” You spoke this a little quietly, chewing onto your bottom lip, your eyes averting down to look at your lap. 

Matt walked closer to you–his body was now wedged between your legs, his hands resting onto your knees. You couldn’t help but look up at him, his pretty ocean blue eyes staring at you with so much intensity and adoration filling his gaze. “Ladybug, are you saying only I can make you feel good, hm?”

Your cheeks immediately heat up–your cheeks are rosy pink and warm. Just when you were about to hide your face, he grabs your hands and brings them in his, placing them back on your lap. Your cheeks only continued to heat up as you looked down at his hands as he  immediately intertwined your fingers together. You nod your head slowly at his question, your cheeks completely warm now. “I think so. He didn’t make me feel as good as you did. I even had to fake my own orgasm.”

His eyes widened at your words, tilting his head to the side to get a better look at you. You looked up into his eyes, his facial features softening. “You didn’t-“

You caught him off immediately. “No, we didn’t have sex. He touched me in the backseat of his car and it felt wrong, and it didn’t feel good at all.” 

He squeezed your hands in his as they sat on your lap. You began to play with the studded ring on his finger. “Not as good as I made you feel the other night, huh?” 

You thought about how the night played out when you were with the other guy. The two of you went to grab food, nowhere fancy, just a burger place. He kissed you in the car and things got heated quickly from there. You knew it would get intense, considering the guy was as flirty as they come. Of course you took all of your lessons you got from Matt with you and luckily, you seemed to please him well enough. When it came to you being on the receiving end— not so much. 

Things felt rushed, disconnected, simply just wrong. When he touched you, you tried to imagine it was Matt’s fingers, and that alone got you wet enough, but you didn’t cum. He didn’t even ask you if you finished, or if you wanted to try and get off in some other way.

He asked if you were ready to go all the way and you told him no, not yet. In the back of your mind, you knew there was no way you could ever see this guy again, and you were fine with simply cutting ties with him. He wasn’t your best friend—he wasn’t Matt.

“Not at all. There’s no way that any guy is ever going to come close to you and how you made me feel the other night.” Your tone was a bit whiny, almost like a plea that was thickened with need and desire still yearning for him and his touch that sent shivers down your spine.

You knew Matt had been with other girls in the past, although he never talks about it. The boy has experience and clearly knows his shit. Even though he’s your best friend, you couldn’t help the underlying feelings beneath the surface that was your heart. 

The thought of him around other girls, or potentially having any girlfriend made you feel sick inside, especially after everything he showed you the other day. It was all you could think about and you weren’t sure what to do with the undeniable feelings that were built up inside of you.

He hummed as he wedged himself even closer in between your legs. You could already feel his hardened bulge pressed up against you as you looked down to see the evident hardened bulge pressed against the fabric of his sweatpants. Your breath got caught in your throat as you took in the sight. Could he have possibly gotten hard just by being close to you in this proximity? Or could he have gotten excited thinking about the fact that only he has made you feel good, not even the guy you went on a date couldn’t even compete in the slightest? 

“Maybe that’s a good thing, ladybug. You know, I don’t really like thinking about other guys touching you.” His words were honest, sincere, and filled with a tone of possessiveness that sent a shiver down your spine.

You opened up your mouth to speak, but no words came out. Your eyes averted back down to his hardened bulge in his pants before back up into his eyes. You could feel your panties getting soaked—your slick arousal coating your lacy thong. He used one of his hands that were still tangled with yours up underneath your dress,  the pad of his thumb rubbing against your inner thigh in smooth, slow circles.

Thankfully the house was quiet—meaning his brothers were either asleep or not home at all. You hoped they weren’t home, only because you couldn’t control the thoughts you were having that were soon about to come to reality. 

You pulled your hands away from his to rest then onto his hips, your legs now wrapping around his waist to pull him even impossibly closer to you. Your chests were pressed up together, your heart was beginning to race rapidly in your chest. The adrenaline rushed through your entire body, your breathing becoming slightly labored. 

“I don’t want anyone else to touch me.” You shake your head as you look down to watch his hand move further up underneath your floral dress, his fingers now teasingly playing with the hem of your underwear. “Just you.” 

He has a wide grin on his lips, obviously satisfied with your words. The touch of his fingers against your skin is driving you insane already—shivers running down your spine and your heart soaring straight out of your chest. “That’s a good girl.” He cooed, his other hand moving over to tilt your chin with his two fingers, your eyes locking together in an intense, fiery gaze. “What do you think about letting me touch you again, pretty? Maybe give you your final lesson?”

You knew what the final lesson was—giving yourself to him fully and completely. To be honest, it’s all you could think about. Matt was so good with his fingers and his tongue, you wondered how good he would be in bed. This was your absolute best friend, but you trusted him, and you felt comfortable and safe with him. 

All you could do was nod your head. moving your hand down to grasp onto his hardened bulge through the material of his sweatpants. He reacted immediately, his lips parting and allowing a slow moan to escape his lips. His brothers must not be home, thankfully. “I’d like that.” You suddenly say, your voice softened, but truthful.

His eyes grew wide as your hand began to grope him through the fabric of his sweatpants. He bit down onto his bottom lip, which you found incredibly hot. “Shit.” He cussed underneath his breath, his eyes practically already rolling to the back of his head. His eyes solely focused on you in front of him. “Are you sure, ladybug?”

You nodded your head at his question, flashing him a small, innocent smile. “That's all I’ve been thinking about. You told me to save myself for you.”

His facial expressions softened, bringing both of his hands underneath your dress now, the pads of his thumbs rubbing against your inner thighs, causing a soft shudder to run down your spine. “I feel honored to be able to be your first. If you’re absolutely sure. Did you wanna go to my bedroom?” He cocks his eyebrow up at you as he waits for your reply. You instantly nod your head, a soft smile appearing on your lips. You were nervous, but excited nonetheless. It was Matt, your best friend. Not some random person that you felt nothing for. You knew you were in good hands–literally.

You took in a deep breath before hopping off the counter, neglecting the plate of food next to you. You weren’t even hungry at this point. Not for food, anyway. You were hungry for something else, or someone else rather.

He led the way to his bedroom, even though you have been there countless of times. You looked around the house, noticing how empty and quiet it was. “No Chris or Nick?”

Matt shook his head as he opened up his bedroom door and closed it once you stepped inside. “Nope.” He said simply, pressing his lips together in a firm line. “Just us right now. Funny how things work out, hm?”

Your cheeks flush a bright shade of pink as you look at him standing there, your eyes averting down to the hardened bulge in his sweatpants that didn’t seem to be going down any time soon. You could feel your breath hitch in your throat as you envision him inside of you–how tight you’d feel around him and how rough he would be willing to go with you, or if he would keep it sweet and vanilla because he was your best friend after all and just wanted to make you feel good, but also show you what it’s like to have sex. 

Was he doing this final lesson to benefit you when you’re with other guys, or did he actually fully want this for not just you, but for himself? The question was on the tip of your tongue, but you would save that for later. 

He noticed you were staring at his cock through the fabric of his sweatpants and immediately let out a light chuckle. “Sorry, ladybug. I couldn’t help but get excited just thinking about taking your virginity. So innocent, so pure, my own ladybug wanting me to corrupt you, huh?”

His words only made your cheeks flush even more, feeling completely warm like cookies straight out of the oven. Heat pooled inside of your tummy as you nodded your head to his question. “Yes, please.” Your voice was filled with desperation–completely and utterly whiny and needy at this point. 

He motioned for you to come over to him as he sat on the bed. You walked over to him, your heart thumping in your chest and immediately straddled his waist, your dress rising up once his hands instantly found place on your ass cheeks through the fabric of your lacy panties. He pulled you close to him on his lap, motioning for you to grind yourself onto him.

Your cheeks were extremely red and flustered as he kept his hands onto your ass cheeks, feeling his hardness rubbing against your thigh. A soft whimper emitted from your lips as you look into his eyes–his ocean blue eyes turning dark as you began to roll your hips along his. “Shit, baby girl. Roll those hips f’me, just like that. Such a good girl f’me.” He instructed you on what to do, considering you have never done something like this before.

Another whimper left your lips as you allowed him to help guide your hips against him as you grind your hips in circles, feeling his hardness rubbing up against you. You felt like you were going crazy—you needed him to show you how good it feels to be filled to the brim, but you had to be patient. 

He removed his shirt, throwing it on the ground and all you could think to do was run your manicured nails along his bare chest, your hand stopping at the hem of his sweatpants. He looked up at you, his lips curving up into a slight smirk. You took the initiative to remove your dress, leaving you in your white lacy bra and matching panties.

He took in a deep breath as he took in the sight of you. “So fuckin’ gorgeous.”  He breathed out, licking over his lips as he stared up and down your body that was still straddling his waist. “So perfect f’me.” His hands moved over to your breasts through the fabric of your bra, squeezing them together in the palm of his hands. “All mine.” He said with a possessive tone lacing through his voice, licking over his lips in a hungry motion.

His words caused butterflies to roam in your tummy and your cheeks to heat up. You already compared the way you felt in the moment to how you felt with the guy you went on a date with and it doesn’t compare in the slightest, Matt took his time with you, guiding you, making you feel good in the process. He was gentle with you and wanted you to feel good, not just to benefit himself and his pleasure. 

You moved your hands to your back to find the clasp of your bra, unhooking it and sliding it down your arms, throwing it in the midst of abandoned clothes on the ground. Your tits were exposed to him, your nipples hardening as the cold air brushed against your skin. 

A soft moan leaves your lips as his hands find their way back to your breasts, cupping and squeezing them in his hands, his fingers rolling and pinching your nipples causing your hips to stutter forward. Your body melted into him, your heart beat picking up speed. “Matty..” You breathed out, another moan following suite as he continued to pinch your nipples teasingly.

“Hm?” He asked you as his attention was solely focused on your pretty tits and hearing the moans that desperately spilled from your needy mouth. “What does my ladybug want, hm?”

Your panties were soaked completely, you could tell each and every time you rubbed your pussy against his thigh and the twitching sensation of his cock against you. He was so desperately hard for you that it almost made you cry from how fucking amazing this all felt already. 

He leaned forward and immediately pressed his lips against yours in a desperate, feverish kiss causing you to let out a soft moan against the kiss, your arms flying around to his neck to pull him closer. Your lips moved together hungrily, full of saliva, need, and absolute hunger, He sucked and tugged on your bottom lip, causing you to whine out against his lips and parting them to grant access.

His tongue found yours, tangling his own tongue with yours and battling for dominance. Your body melted into his, your hand moving up the top of his head and tangled your fingers through his tousled locks. You continued to grind your hips against him, feeling yourself soaking through your lacy panties and leaving a bit of wetness against the fabric of his sweatpants. 

You didn’t care—neither did he. All of this was so hot, so erotic, and you needed him now before you exploded into a colorful mess of confetti. “Please, please. Need you now,” You whined out as you pulled away from his lips to catch your labored breathing. He chuckled at your words, his own breathing heavy as he began planting kisses down your jawline to your neck, running his tongue along your salty skin. 

He began to leave love bites against your flesh, leaving pretty bruises behind for only the two of you to have the beautiful story behind. He lapped his tongue along the bruise as it formed and pulled away to admire the beauty—extremely proud of his work. 

Matt moved his hands behind you to cup your ass to push you forward up against him, his hardened cock pressing up against your inner thigh as it twitched against you. “Beg f’me, pretty girl.” He demanded, his eyes filling with lust and desire.

You almost wanted to cry out in desperation—had he not already seen how much you needed him? You knew he just wanted to hear you say it, especially because this was your first time, but you were growing impatient and couldn’t wait any longer.

Being a bad girl wasn’t going to mean you get your way though. You had to be a good girl—his good girl.

“Please, Matt.” You begged with so much desperation in your tone that you didn’t even recognize your own voice. “Been wanting this since the night I asked you for those lessons, maybe even before that. I think I’ve always wanted you.” Your words were honest, but desperate. “Please, take me right here, right now. I’m all yours to take. I need you so bad, baby.” 

A soft growl emitted from the back of his throat, satisfied with your words. His motions were quick—flipping you over onto the bed and on your back as he crawled on top of you to hover over you. He held himself up with his one hand, his other hand moving down to begin tugging his sweatpants off. You looked down to watch as his hardened cock sprang free and slapped up against his stomach. 

You forgot how fucking huge he was and you were a little nervous with how he was going to fit inside of you. You were extremely tight, even with him fingering you and you experimenting yourself. The date you had didn’t bother to pleasure you, which you were partially grateful for. Nobody could ever make you feel as good as Matt—that was a fact. 

His hand moved down between your inner thighs and spread them apart, moving to get on his knees in front of you. He took in a deep breath, his eyes averting to your center and noticing your wetness through the fabric of your panties. “Shit, such a good girl f’me begging like a dirty slut and getting all soaked. Just f’me?”

You nod your head at his question, a soft whine leaving your lips. “Yes, Matt. I need you. Please.” 

The pad of his thumb pressed against your center through your underwear and pressed down against your clit causing a soft moan to leave your lips. Thank goodness his brothers weren’t home—you were already being so loud, but you couldn’t help it. He rubbed your clit in slow circles through your panties, groaning in satisfaction at how soaked you were. “God damn, baby. Your pussy is fuckin’ dripping.” 

Your cheeks were completely warm and red, but you didn’t care about that. All you could focus on was Matt in front of you, completely rock and hard and staring at your dripping wet pussy. Your juices spilled down your thighs and to your ass—desperately needing him to be inside of you. 

“Matt.” You whined out, your body on absolute fire with adrenaline rushing through you. “Need you inside of me.” 

Matt’s face softened as he looked up at you on his knees, his free hand rubbing your inner thigh slowly and teasingly. “Are you sure, ladybug?”

You had to admit you were nervous, but this was your absolute best friend in the entire world. You trusted him with your whole heart and soul. “I’m sure, baby. I’ve never been more sure of anything.”

He looked up at you with a gleam in his eye, his lips curving up into a grin. “That’s my girl.” He slides your panties down your legs and throws them on the ground. Your glistening wet folds are on display for him, causing his mouth to practically water at the sight. 

Your cheeks flush a darker shade of red as he continues to stare at you, hunger filling his gaze. “Matty..” You whine out, chewing onto your bottom lip.

He pulled his gaze away from your center to stare directly at you, his lips curving up into a slight smirk. “You’re so fucking pretty, baby.” His fingers immediately went to your wet pussy, spreading your wetness around and rubbing your clit in slow circles before slowly slipping his finger into your tightness inch by inch until his finger was was buried inside of you. 

You let out a soft gasp, suddenly feeling full from his finger alone now inside of you. He began to slide his finger in and out of your tight heat to stretch you out, his other hand resting firmly on your hip. He looked up at you with hunger and need filling his gaze. He continued to pump the single digit into your sopping pussy as it made squelching sounds with each and every thrust of his finger. The sound drove him insane–he moaned in satisfaction, his own cock twitching and hardening more immensely by the second. 

“Matty, please.” You begged, growing desperate and extremely impatient now. You didn’t care how pathetic you looked or sounded– you needed him inside of you.

He pulled the single digit out of your tight pussy with your slick arousal coating it completely. Without hesitation, he brought his own finger past his lips, sucking onto his finger to get a taste of you. The sight made your cheeks even more warm inside, your cheeks feeling permanently red at this point. Your pussy throbbed, desperate for him inside of you. “Mm.” He moaned in satisfaction, his skilled tongue rolling along his finger to taste your sweet slick as he made eye contact with you. It was so dirty, so fucking hot, and you needed him more than ever. “Such a tasty pussy for such a pretty girl.” He grinned wickedly, pulling his finger away from his lips and spreading the remainder of your arousal against your thigh. 

Matt leans over to grab a condom from the drawer of the end table next to his bed, but you catch his wrist and shake your head, your eyes full of intensity and fire. “No condom, please. For my first time, I wanna feel you, and all of you.” 

His eyes widened at your words, shock plastered on his face. “Are you sure?” He was dumbfounded in the very best way, setting the condom down next to him on the bed. You nod your head, bringing both of your hands over to grab onto his, intertwining your fingers together. “I’m sure. Please?”

All Matt could do was nod his head before immediately leaning down to press an urgent kiss against your lips. You melted into the kiss, kissing him back with just as much passion and desire. He pulled away to rest his forehead on yours, his lips curving up into a slight smirk. “God, you’re the most perfect little thing, aren’t you?” 

Your cheeks flush again, a soft giggle leaving your lips. “Hurry up and fuck me, please.” 

“Dirty girl, aren’t you?” He raised his eyebrow up at you, his smirk only widening on your face. He nods his head though, positioning himself on his knees in front of you comfortably before grasping his own hardened cock, his tip leaking with precum as he smears it along his shaft, a soft grunt leaving his lips. 

You watch his every move, in complete awe at how perfect he was and how you couldn’t believe you were finally about to have sex for the first time with your absolute best friend. You knew you wouldn’t regret it—you were glad it was with him and no one else.

He ran his leaking cock up and down your glistening wet folds, a shudder running down your spine. “I’m gonna talk you through this okay ladybug?” His words were gentle, affectionate, and trusting. You nodded your head at him as you continued to watch his movements as he began to slide his length inside of you slowly. 

Your eyes widened in surprise, suddenly feeling fullness inside of you and pressure building up which was causing discomfort and a dull pain. You felt your eyes watering before blinking them away and allowing the tears to spill down your cheeks. 

Matt stopped his movements inside of you—bringing his hand up to wipe away your tears with the pad of his thumb before moving his hand up to place a strand of your hair over your ear gently. “Are you okay, ladybug? Too much?”

You nodded your head, your vision blurry from your eyes filling with tears. You always heard stories about the first time being painful and it would be over eventually, but the pain was like nothing you have ever experienced before. “Just a little, but you’re so big. It’s okay, I’m okay. Just keeping going, please?”

Your words were encouraging and he nodded his head, placing soft kisses to the side of your face before kissing your temple, smiling gently at you and pulling away to position himself back in front of you. “I’ll talk to you the whole time, okay?”

“I trust you.” You flash him a small smile, still feeling him inside of you but the pain becoming not as unpleasant he begins to slide inside of you again a little deeper this time. Your tummy felt pressure, the aching pain still buried there, but it was slightly loosening up within each inch of him stretching you out. 

“I’m almost all the way in, okay ladybug?” He looked down at you for permission to keep going and you nodded your head for approval, flashing him a small smile. You had thought he was already all the way inside of you from how much he was stretching you out, but he was so incredibly large in size.

The pain began to subside as he was now buried deep inside of you as you felt yourself clenching around him fully. He threw his head back onto his shoulder, a groan escaping the back of his throat. He was so fucking big, and felt so full inside of you.

“Shit.” He groaned out as he allowed you to fully get accustomed to his size before bottoming out. “You’re s’ tight, baby.” 

His eyes still locked onto yours, to try and search your face for any sense of discomfort or regret. There was none—you could never regret sharing this intimate moment with him ever.

You moved your legs to wrap around his waist fully, feeling him slide even deeper inside of you. “Move, please.” You breathed out, your body feeling like it’s on fire, his cock practically buried deep inside of you now. 

He nodded his head instantly and began to thrust his hips up into yours, allowing his cock to slide and out of you, going deeper within each and every trust.

The pain and discomfort began to subside—being replaced with pleasure that flowed throughout your body from your head to your toes. You moaned out loud and threw your head back against the pillow, feeling his cock twitch inside of you as he kept up with steady thrusts. His one hand moved to your hip to hold himself in place, his other hand moving to your breast to begin massaging it in his hand, his fingers tweaking your nipples.

Your body reacted to each and every movement, moans spilling from you lips as you look down between your bodies to watch his cock slide in and out of your wet pussy–squelching sounds echoed the room combined with the sound of his bed creaking with each of his thrusts as your slick arousal coated his cock with each and every movement of his hips. Your pussy swallowed him perfectly and clenched around him, moans spilling from your lips.

“Taking me so well aren’t you, pretty girl?” He smirked down at you before averting his gaze down to where your bodies were conjoined and immediately groaned at the sight, moving his hand away from your hip to find your swollen, soaking wet clit and began rubbing it in time with his thrusts. 

He was so fucking good at this, which wasn’t a shock to you at all. You could tell he was getting close to his orgasm, and you were too. Your stomach twinged as he continued to thrust into you at a steady pace, going deeper within each thrust until you suddenly feel the tip of his cock kiss your cervix. 

Your eyes widen in surprise, the feeling unfamiliar to you, but it felt fucking amazing. Matt could tell you were unsure about the feeling, moving forward to press his lips to the side of your face and down your jawline to your neck, his lips ghosting over your skin as he murmurs against it, “Just feel how deep I am, pretty. How fuckin’ good your pussy feels around my cock. You’re doing so good for me, such a good girl.” 

His words alone made you moan even louder, your legs wrapping tighter around his waist. Your breathing began picking up, sweat glistening across your forehead and against Matt’s chest. He looked fucking beautiful like this–knees wedged in between your thighs with your legs wrapped around his waist, sweat glistening against his chest and forehead, his hair sticking to his skin, his skin flushed in color. He let out several groans, and the sounds he was making could be enough to send you over the edge, but you had to be patient. You didn’t want this feeling to end yet.

He continued to rub your clit in fast circles to match your thrusts which caused you to throw your head back against the pillow in pure ecstasy as your pussy continued to swallow his cock inside of you. 

“I’m close.” You gasp out breathlessly, averting your gaze up to stare at him, pleasure written all over your face and rolling through your body.

He nods his head at your words before letting out several groans, using his free hand to spread your legs a little more as they continued to wrap around your waist, he positioned himself more comfortably in front of you, his other hand rubbing your clit fast to match his thrusts. “Yeah? You gonna be a good girl and cum on this cock, huh?”

You let out a soft gasp before allowing a string of moans to fall past your lips. His words and the combination of his cock thrusting inside of you with his fingers working against your clit was enough to send you over the edge. “I’m gonna cum, fuck!” You yelped out your words, causing Matt to speed up his thrusts and motions on your clit to help you achieve your orgasm.

Your orgasm came rushing through you like a freight train-releasing all over his cock and milking him dry as you allow a string of moans to escape your lips throughout your release and clenching your tight gummy walls around him. Your stomach twinged, moans falling past your lips. Your breathing intensely labored as you try to catch your breath, your eyes pleading for him to finish inside you. Your body continued to convulse against him as you felt his cock twitch inside of you.

He felt you clenching around him and all it took was the feeling of you finishing around him to come undone. “Gonna paint your walls white, claim you as mine, fuck.” His words were demanding as he thrust one final time inside of you before his hips came to a halt, releasing his hot and heavy load inside of you, and painting your gummy walls white. A string of groans and profanities left his lips as he pulled his hand away from your overly sensitive clit, moving both of his hands to your hips to grip onto them tightly, allowing his orgasm to take full control of his body.

The room filled with both of your heavy breaths, your eyes watching him the entire time. He was so fucking perfect, a literal dream come true. 

He tried to catch his labored breathing as he looked down at you, smiling tiredly as he leaned down to press a gentle kiss to your lips. “How was that for your first time?” He asked you once he pulled away, a widening grin appearing onto his face.

“Amazing.” You breathed out, your cheeks flushed and your legs unhooking from his waist. Your body ached, but in the absolute best way.

“Good.” He replied simply, flashing you a wider grin before slowly slipping out of you, causing you to whimper at the sensation of his cum flooding out of your tight hole and the loss of his cock buried inside of you and stretching you full. “You know, after this, I don’t know how the hell you can just be my friend.” He seemed a little nervous after saying these words out loud, collapsing down next to you on the bed, his head immediately turning to look over at you.

You move your body to lay onto your side to face him, your heart still thumping rapidly in your chest from the exhilaration running through you, but now you were a little nervous, unsure of what he means by his words. “Matt, what do you mean-”

He cut you off and immediately and cupped your face in his hands, the pad of his thumbs caressing your cheekbones. His body pressed up against yours, his ocean blue eyes staring directly into yours. “I can’t just be your friend.” He repeats, his voice thickened with confidence. “I want it to be more, ladybug. I need it to be more. If i’m honest, thinking about you going on a date the other night didn’t sit right with me.”

You were completely and utterly surprised at his words, not sure how to reply or even process them. “Matt, I-“

He cut you off again, shaking his head as he pressed his index finger against your lips. “Let me finish.” He replied simply, flashing you a small smile. “When you came to me for those lessons, I was fucking thrilled because you had trusted me enough to come to me to feel safe and comfortable with me. After we finished and you went home, I felt jealousy and that’s never happened before with any girl.” He took in a deep breath, placing his hand against the side of your face, the pad of his thumb caressing your cheekbone. 

“That’s why I told you to save having sex for me because I wanted to share that with you and have it be special for you.” He looked down at your lips before averting his gaze back up into your eyes. Your heart was beating rapidly in your chest, your stomach twinging with butterflies at his words. “I don’t want anyone else touching you, kissing you, holding you, making love to you. I want to be the one to do all of that.”

You couldn’t believe it. This whole time Matt, your absolute best friend wanted you all to himself and had feelings for you and you had no idea. You’ve always had a crush on him and could sense a connection beyond friendship between the two of you, but you assumed he’d never have feelings for you like that. You felt like your heart could soar straight out of your chest at his words, your cheeks turning a dark shade of pink. He brought his other hand over to place a strand of your hair over your ear. 

“I like you, ladybug, and not just as my best friend, but as more.” He looked down at you, almost studying you for your reaction and reading your face to see where your head was at—it felt like it was floating in the clouds.

“Matt.” You breathed out, your hands moving over to place against his bare chest, your smile unable to disappear from your face and only kept growing. “I’ve always had a thing for you. I’m surprised you haven’t even noticed it. I’ve always chosen you over anyone, including your brothers. It’s always been you, Matt.”

His smile widens as he cups your cheeks in the palms of his hands. “I can’t believe I had no idea. Fuck, I think I’ve liked you since the moment I laid my eyes on you.” 

You giggle softly, moving your arms to wrap around his waist tightly, pulling him close to your body, your bare chest pressed up against his. “Well, why not waste any more time. You already took my virginity, do you want to steal my heart next?”

He leans down to press a soft and gentle kiss to your lips before pulling away to look down at you—adoration filling his gaze. “I promise to steal it, but not break it.” 

“Good, because I think your brothers would kick your ass.” You giggle again, bringing your hands up to intertwine your fingers together with his. 

He squeezed your hands gently, a soft chuckle emitting from his lips. “I promise I will never break your heart, and hey, the lessons don’t have to end here.” He flashed you a playful wink. 

You raised your eyebrow up at him in a curious manner. “Oh yeah? What do you mean?”

He leans in to press soft kisses against your jawline, his lips ghosting over your skin. “Oh I have so many more lessons I could show you, ladybug. So many.”

 Yeah, it was safe to say you were thankful you asked Matt for lessons in the first place.

notes: hi! a lot of you asked for a part two, so i hope i didn't disappoint. i didn't mean to make this super lengthy, but i just kept writing. i love and miss you guys! -n

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𓂅 ♥︎ TUTOR!MATT CAN'T RESIST BRATTY!READER

⋆ ˚ .ೃ ࿔ * pairing... tutor!matt x bratty!reader

𓂃 ֹ ᮫ in which... bratty!reader hasn't been getting any attention from matt all day.. so, when she finally decides to try and do something about it, matt can no longer hold back.

warnings... smut, dry humping, oral (f receiving), fingering, swearing, pet names (baby, matty, brat, sweetie)

♡ ˖ ࣪ ◟ the faint sounds of matt’s fingers rapidly flying across his controller was faded out as background noise as you panted heavily, your whole body feeling as if it was on fire, melting into matt’s. your arms were looped tightly around his neck, holding onto dear life as you chased your high.

he hadn’t been paying attention to you all day, and even when you’d come into his dorm wearing that one skirt he usually couldn’t resist, he ignored you completely.

hence why you’re sitting in his lap, desperately trying to get off from grinding and humping on him, whining straight into the shell of his ear.

“baby, please— just touch me, do anything,” you mewled, the soft pout you had given him when you stood in the doorway still plastered on your lips, desperately begging for him to touch you.

by now, matt’s favorite skirt had ridden up your waist, your dampened panties on display as you rutted your hips to try and make it feel good, and relieve the building ache between your legs.

he tutted, shaking his head lightly while his focus remained on the screen in front of him—but little did you know, he was fighting the urge to throw that damn controller across the room and have his way with you, to put you in your place.

you whined in defeat as he shook his head, causing him to let out a soft sigh. “stop bein’ such a brat.. you’ll survive,” um, no? you wouldn’t survive.

“no, matt! just do something, i can’t wait anymore,” you were sure you could feel tears of utter desperation start to build, how sexually frustrated you’d been all day, just for matt to deny even looking at you.

it seemed as if he’d gotten enough, because suddenly he turned off his game, swiftly fixing his glasses before pulling back to get a firm grip on you, switching positions so you had your back against his bed, his hips between your knees.

you don’t utter a word, staring at him with round, wide eyes, watching as he starts pushing his sleeves up his forearms. “such a fuckin’ brat.. y’can barely look at me without starting to grind on my lap,” he mumbled while he dragged your soaked panties down your leg, “can’t believe i’m making it this easy for you…”

quickly, matt had hinged your legs over his shoulders, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose for one last time, and without another word he attracted his lips to your swollen clit.

a gasp was pulled from your lips, your hands instinctively going to bury themselves into his dark locks. “matt! jesus christ—“ you panted, his pink muscle swirling over your sensitive bundle of nerves, feeling yourself clench around nothing.

the sounds that left your pretty lips were inevitable, the loud moans that’d probably cause matt a noise complaint being ripped one after one from your throat.

“s-so fucking good, matt.. knew you’d give in eventually,” you carefully rolled your hips against his face, and in return he wrapped his lips around your nub.

matt groaned against your pussy, the vibrations of his voice sending a thrill up your spine. “whatever…” he mumbled, his eyes momentarily opening to catch a glimpse at your expression, your eyes clenched shut, and lips parted.

slowly, one of his arms unwrapped from your thigh, two of his fingers prodding against your leaking, glistening folds, before he pushed both of them through your walls.

a loud cry of his name left your lips easily, gripping tighter onto his hair, letting him know he was doing a good job. you thoroughly enjoyed the fact he couldn’t hold up that dominant mask for too long, easily giving into you.

“feels so good, matty.. keep going f’me, please!” his fingers slowly start pumping in and out of your cunt in a steady, slow pace, your slick arousal coating his digits.

he momentarily pulls back to look at the sight, your pussy raw and wet, watching how you’d clench around his two fingers every time he curled them up in a specific angle.

“f-fuck.. you’re so wet. and so, so beautiful, i-“ he blabbered, his jeans starting to strain uncomfortably as his erection grew at the sight of you so needy, mixed with your sweet moans.

your hips twitched uncontrollably when he kept on curling his fingers to reach your mushy spot, and you knew you couldn’t hold back too much longer when his head ducked back down.

matt peppered soft, gently, and almost shy kisses to your pussy, all while he kept fucking his fingers in and out of your now drooling folds, occasionally flicking his tongue over your clit.

“so beautiful, and you’re all mine.. gosh, i- can i fuck you after this, sweetie? please…”

more tutor!matt x bratty!reader

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[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

[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.

divider by @bernardsbendystraws.

“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!!!

[chrissminipizzas]

Yeah nope somebody tell him I’m pregnant and he’s the dad this mf never getting away from me