#matt x y/n

[stvrnioloslvt]

⋆˚࿔⊹ ࣪ ˖─ performative anxiety

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

-mhm- a soft appreciative hum came from the back of matt's throat, shy hands tentatively grabbing your waist and pushing you harder against his groin.

you sighed softly into the kiss, tangling your fingers into his fluffy hair and tugging at them gently. you rolled your hips, dragging the motion as much as possible to feel every inch of matt's boner inside his sweats.

-wanna touch you,- you whispered, adrenaline boiling under your skin. you and matt had been together for a few months, and you never did anything more than kissing and grinding. as much as you liked it, you just— wanted, no, needed more. you wanted to feel his warm body lighting on fire under your touch, your breaths mingled together in the weight of the shared intimacy.

matt nodded immediately, almost rushing in his movements as he pulled his pants down. you didn't look, aching to touch him, yet too shy to look at his naked body. inexperienced hands reached his briefs, fingers gently tracing the shape of his hard dick, observing as he closed his eyes and drew in a deep breath, his back going lax against the headboard.

you peeked down for a second, just enough to catch the sight of the wet patch drenching his briefs. you bit back a smile, happy that you had as much effect on him as he had on you.

-tell me if I'm doing it right, okay?- matt nodded, peeling his eyes open as he felt your hand reaching inside his briefs, wrapping around his cock while pushing his underwear down. you stroked him softly, enjoying the warm feeling inside your hand. you couldn't help but notice that it felt way softer than you thought, warm, yes, but so—

-fuck,- muttered matt, grabbing your wrist and guiding your hand far from his cock. your eyes snapped back to his flustered face, his ears tinged pink and eyes low in embarrassment. -I'm sorry, did I...-

-no, no, kitty, it's not you, it's...- matt groaned in frustration, tugging at his dick in an almost harsh manner as he tried to make it hard again. he groaned, throwing his head back in defeat once he realised that no matter how hard he tried or wanted to— his body wouldn't cooperate.

-fuck that's so embarrassing, I'm so sorry,- he whined, hiding his face in his hands. -matt,- you whispered, gently grabbing his wrist and taking his hands off his face. your heart ached at the view of his teary eyes, and you could clearly see the frustration bubbling in his veins.

-'s alright,- you continued, kissing his forehead lovingly. you hugged him to your chest, holding him tighter when you felt his hands digging into your back almost like he wanted to melt into your body.

-I can't— I feel like a kid, fuck- he whined, voice muffled by your skin. he sniffled softly, rubbing his red-shot eyes. -you're not, love. it happens, it's normal-

-but...-

-ah ah, no buts. I don't wanna hear any bad thing about you, got it?-

matt sighed, nodding softly. he melted into your palms, a little smile tugging at his lips. -I love you,- he whispered.

-I love you too, sweet boy.-

© stvrnioloslvt

divider by @bernardsbendystraws

a.n: kinda wanna turn this pairing into an au ngl... anyway! since on here we can find like 90% of the time the "perfect smut", the "perfect sex" or, in rare cases, what happens when reader has a mental block during sex or just doesn't feel like it, I decided to get inspiration from something that happened to me some time ago to raise awareness (I guess) that it can happen to men, too, and it doesn't mean that they don't find you attractive or that you're doing something wrong! sometimes our nerves just get the best of us and our body "turns against our wishes". it's fine, it's completely normal! next time is gonna go better <3

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[delilahsturniolo]

— ୨୧ nostalgia . . . m.s

in which . . . you spot your ex boyfriend matt at a party, and you decide to be a tease to piss him off on purpose

warnings . . . smut, unprotected sex, car sex, kissing, breast play, dirty talk, use of pet names, a little bit of praise, teasing, cursing.

written by @delilahsturniolo. do not copy, steal, or modify my works. if you are taking any inspiration from this, please ask me first before posting and credit me in your description. happy reading! :)

SO CLOSE TO WHAT WRITING MARATHON . . . fic #15

you spot him the moment you walk in. matt. standing near the bar, laughing at something, his head tilting back just the way you remember. it’s been months, but the sight of him still sends a shiver down your spine. you weren’t expecting him to be here, but maybe, just maybe, that’s exactly why you came. your dress is shorter than necessary, your lips painted in the shade he used to smudge with his kisses. you glide through the room, pretending not to notice him, but you know he sees you. you can feel the weight of his stare tracing the curve of your bare shoulder, dipping lower.

you’re talking to someone. some guy whose name you won’t remember tomorrow…but matt is watching, and that’s the point. you laugh, tilting your head back just a little too much, letting your fingers trail along your collarbone, knowing exactly what it does to him. you sip your drink slow, licking the rim of the glass, and when you finally turn, meeting his eyes across the room, it’s electric.

matt’s next to you before you can blink, his voice low and rough. “you tryna start something?” you lift a shoulder, feigning innocence. “me? never.” but his hand is already at your waist, fingers pressing into the fabric, a silent challenge. the party hums around you, music pulsing, laughter ringing out, but it all fades as he leans in, his breath warm against your ear. “if you keep teasing me like that, sweetheart, you know what’s gonna happen.” you smile, slow and sweet, because that’s exactly what you want.

his voice sends a thrill down your spine, but you don’t let it show. instead, you swirl your drink in your glass, pretending to think. “hmm. what’s gonna happen, matt?” your voice is all sugar and sin, and you know it drives him crazy. his fingers tighten at your waist, pulling you just a little closer, his body heat seeping into yours. you don’t resist. maybe you press into him just enough to make him feel it, the way your body remembers his. the way it still fits.

“you know exactly what,” he murmurs, eyes dark, locked onto yours. “but you like to play, don’t you?”you do. you always have. especially with him. you tilt your chin up, lips inches from his, close enough that his breath hitches. then you pull back, your fingers trailing down his chest like a whisper. “i have no idea what you mean.”

his jaw clenches, and you feel the tension crackling between you like a live wire. you wonder how long he’ll last before he snaps. before he forgets why you two ever walked away from each other in the first place. he exhales sharply, eyes flicking around the crowded room, then back to you. “come with me.”it’s not a request. it never is with him. but you’re not going to make it easy.

“why should i?” you tease, stepping back just a little, knowing he’ll follow. his fingers catch yours before you get too far, pulling you back against him, chest to chest. your breath catches, and for a second, neither of you move. it would be so easy—too easy—to give in right here, in the middle of the party, under the dim lights, with the bass thumping through the floor. “because,” he says, voice low and thick, “if you don’t, i’m gonna make you regret every second you wasted teasing me.”

your heart slams against your ribs, heat curling in your stomach. you smirk, lips inches from his. “make me, then.”

his eyes darken at your challenge, and for a moment, he just stares at you, jaw tight, fists clenching at his sides like he’s holding himself back. but you know better. you know he’s never been good at resisting you. just like you’ve never been good at resisting him. then, before you can even blink, his hand slides down to your wrist, fingers wrapping around it with just enough pressure to send a shiver down your spine. he leans in, so close that his lips brush against your ear, his voice thick with something that makes your stomach twist.

“let’s get out of here.”

you should say no. you should walk away. but instead, you let him pull you through the crowd, past the pulsing music and the flashing lights, past the people who don’t even notice the way he’s gripping your hand like he owns you. like he always has. the cool night air hit you as the two of you walked out, towards matt’s car. he opened the backseat, practically shoving you inside, climbing in himself and shutting the door. fuck, you knew you shouldn’t be doing this, matt was your ex. but, you really wanted to, you couldn’t resist him.

months of longing, simmering beneath the surface of your relationship, had finally reached a fever pitch. the quiet intimacy of the car, your hands, slick with sweat, moved over the contours of his body, tracing the perfect line of his jaw, the hard planes of his chest, the sculpted muscles taut beneath the thin fabric of his shirt. his eyes, dark pools reflecting the interior lights, were locked onto yours, a silent conversation of unspoken words and desires.

a low moan escaped your lips as his fingers tangled in your hair, pulling you closer. his lips found the hollow of your neck, a trail of hungry kisses that sent shivers crawling down your spine. your own hands fumbled with the buttons of his shirt, tugging it open with a reckless abandon, reveling in the feel of his skin against yours. the rough texture of the fabric against your palms seemed to amplify the heat building between you. matt didn’t hesitate one bit to lift your silk dress.

the engine sputtered, a brief interruption that only heightened the urgency. matt’s hands moved lower, tracing the curve of your hip, the swell of your breasts, and the heat radiating from your core. a gasp escaped your lips as his fingers found the soft flesh of your inner thigh.

"i want you," matt murmured, his voice raspy with need.

"i want you too," you whispered back, your voice barely audible above the rhythmic drumming of the rain. your trembling hands found the worn fabric of his shirt, tugging on the hem of it. the rough texture of the fabric against your palms seemed to amplify the heat building between you.

"take it all off." you breathed, your eyes locked onto his.

matt smirked, a predatory glint in his eyes. "yeah? you want me to?"

"yes please.." you whispered, leaning into him, your body already pressing against his. matt immediately removed his shirt. a low growl rumbled from his chest as he began to slide your panties off of you. the cool night air brushed against your exposed skin, the contrast a stark reminder of the heat igniting between you. matt's fingers slipped between your legs, teasing the soft flesh of your inner thighs, a prelude to something more.

"oh god, matt.." you cried out as he nipped at your neck. the rain continued to fall, a silent witness to your escalating passion. his mouth found the soft curve of your neck, a trail of kisses leading down to the swell of your arousal. he pressed a kiss to your clit, a feather-light touch that sent a wave of pure pleasure through you. you arched into him, your body molding to his, a silent symphony of need. his lips, hungry and urgent, trailed down your stomach, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. his hands, masterful and knowing, explored every inch of your body, each touch igniting a fresh wave of desire. “shouldn’t have been such a tease, baby..” matt let the pet name slip out of his mouth, it was an old habit

he entered you slowly, his movements a rhythmic dance of pleasure and pain. your moans intertwined with the rhythmic drumming of the rain, a soundtrack to your shared passion. your body arched around him, every muscle tense with anticipation and need. his hands, working their magic, pressed against your hips, guiding his rhythm to match the pulse of your desire.

"fuck," you whispered, your body shuddering as he drove a deeper thrust into you. the world dissolved into a symphony of sensations, the only sounds the urgent rasp of your breaths and the throaty moans escaping your lips. your fingers dug into his shoulders, holding him tight, as you reached your peak, a wave of pure, searing pleasure crashing over you.

you clung to him, the heat of your bodies radiating outwards, melting the icy night air around you. he followed closely, his body shuddering with a release that mirrored your own. his seed spilled into you, a warm tide of pleasure that washed over you. a ragged sob escaped your lips as you collapsed against him.

exhausted but exhilarated, you clung to each other, the lingering heat of the moment clinging to the cool leather of the backseat. the rain continued to fall, a silent witness to the passionate encounter. the memory of this clandestine rendezvous, this stolen moment of pure, unadulterated desire, would forever be etched in your minds, a secret whispered in the dark heart of the night. the air was thick with the lingering scent of your combined heat and the sweet, salty taste of passion. “fuck, sweetheart.” matt kissed the top of your head, wiping the sweat off your forehead. “did so good.” he praised.

these moments between you two, were all so nostalgic.

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💌: anddddd that’s a wrap for the writing marathon! thank u all sm for sticking around, i’m so shocked that i was able to write and post for 15 days straight!? my sleep schedule is going through it but it was all so worth it in the enddd i gained 300+ followers from this alone so thank you so truly much words can’t express my gratitude! anyway lots of special and new stuff coming soon yayyy i’m so happy and i would love to try doing this again in the future it was so fun! :)

[leisturni]

anyways! new fic idea

let’s start off with reader: pretend she’s sick or whatever but a few days beforehand she bought the bell and sign as a joke, so then she call’s chris/matt into the room and shows the stuff.

and then you can write however matt/chris react doesn’t really matter to me, but later on reader rings the bell like 10 fucking times, so matt/chris SPRINT to their shared bedroom.

now let’s finish the extra stuff: it doesn’t necessarily have to be long, but i’d like that tbh, ALSO can they pretty please with a cherry on top get caught🙏 I NEED IT I NEED IT NEOWWW IM SICK OF NOBODY GETTING CAUGHT.

anyways bye lovelies 🩷

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[y3sterdaysproblem]

★ matt loves talking you through it ★

“there’s my good girl.”

matt’s sweet voice filled the air in his bedroom as he stared down at you from where he was propped on his elbow next to you, eyes locked on your face while his fingers moved inside you.

you were fully naked on his bed, legs spread wide for him to have easy access to your drooling pussy. he loved the way you surrendered your body to him, letting him have full access to you whenever he wanted, knowing he’d do everything he could just to see your pretty face twisted up in pleasure.

matt’s two middle fingers slid in and out of you languidly as to drag out the feeling as opposed to rushing it and getting you off as quickly as possible. matt liked to take his time, liked to listen to you for as long as you’d let him until you got too antsy and were begging him to make you cum.

“does it feel good?” he asked you in almost a coo, smiling when your head nodded quickly. your eyes were clenched shut and your hands gripped at the sheets beneath you, the only sound leaving your lips being a trail of whimpers with every exhale. “use your words, baby. you don’t want me to stop, do you?”

“don’t stop,” you rasp out instantly, reaching one of your hands up to grab onto his shirt. you turn your head to face him and open your eyes as much as you can, locking onto his bright blue ones that were already on you. “please don’t stop, feels so good.”

“hmm, I dunno, i’m not convinced,” matt hums, slowing the movement of his fingers. “no!” you cry, grinding your hips down onto the digits buried deep inside you. “please, daddy, need to cum.”

“that’s better,” matt grins at your desperation, feeling his stomach coil at the way your pretty voice begged him to continue. the sound of you pleading for him to do absolutely anything was something he could listen to forever.

he picked up the pace of his fingers again, drinking in the way your moans picked back up. “you’re doing so well, baby, sound so pretty.” matt lets his gaze wander to where your bodies connect, listening to the sound of your pussy squelching every time his fingers drew in and out of you.

“fuuuck,” he groans hungrily. “she’s so wet for me, baby. you love my fingers inside of you this much?”

your eyelids have fluttered shut again, unable to stay open as your tummy started to tighten and your toes began to curl. “come on, angel, you know better. answer me.” matt’s voice makes you groan, the deep tone he adopts sending a shiver down your spine.

“y-yes, I love your fingers!” you cry out, back arching as his thumb moved to rub on your clit, sliding around the nub in circles easily from how soaked you were. “love a-anything you give me, daddy, thank you.”

“good girl,” matt croons. “you wanna cum for me, baby? you’re so close, pretty girl, can feel you squeezin’ my fingers so tight. all y’gotta do is ask and i’ll get you there.”

you let out a loud string of whines as you nodded your head again, knowing he wanted to hear you speak but staying quiet since you loved the way he demanded it from you.

matt fully removed his fingers from you and brought his hand up to your face, gripping your jaw and forcing you to look at him. your eyes cracked open once more to see him staring down at you expectantly, knowing you knew better.

his fingers spread your wetness on your jaw and chin as he gripped onto you tightly, fingers so close you could smell the scent of pure arousal filling your senses. “please make me cum,” you whimpered out, parting your lips slightly as his thumb dragged over them. “please, daddy, i’ve been so good.”

matt grins at your request and slips his thumb into your mouth for a moment before moving his hand back between your legs, dragging the pads of his fingers over your clit gently. “always gotta give my girl what she wants, hm?”

after he speaks, he slips his fingers back inside you and fucks them in and out at a pace faster than before, ripping loud moans out of your parted, pouty lips, your back arching off of the bed.

“go ahead, baby, I got you. wanna feel you cum around my fingers. that’s my pretty girl, let go for me, yeah? there you go.” matt’s voice spoke softly in your ear as his words tipped you over the edge, your orgasm crashing over you intensely, legs slamming shut around matt’s wrist.

“fuck!” you shriek, body trembling from the climax that wracked through you, his fingers inside you still coaxing out the remnants.

matt’s face ducked down to press gentle kisses into your jaw as you tried to catch your breath, chest rising and falling quickly. “good job,” he praises quietly, sliding his fingers out of you so he could drag his hand up your stomach, once again spreading your fluids on your skin. “love making you cum like that, watching you fall apart from my fingers. so fucking pretty.”

you let out a small sigh mixed with a whine at his words, turning your face to meet his lips with your own. he kisses you back sweetly, pulling away after a few seconds to let you keep catching your breath.

“thanks, daddy,” you say in a teasing voice and matt can’t help but laugh, though he shakes his head and pushes himself down the bed slowly. “gonna eat you out til you’re crying now, okay?”

you were never one to refuse.

dedicated to @strnilolover

[mattybsgroupie]

— tub ★ matt sturniolo

— CONTENTS: established relationship; making out; semi-public sex; p in v; creampie; sub!matt

— NOTES: i literally gasped when i saw that pic and i just had to tell @mattscoquette how much i needed hot tub sex with him. well… here it is! i know i have so many requests but i promise i’m gonna write them all! not proofread as usual, i apologize for any mistakes, hope you enjoy it ♡

“finally” matt mumbled under his breath as he watched chris drink his last sip of soda before wrapping himself in a towel and getting inside the house. you chuckled at his comment, dragging your arms across the warm liquid that embraced you and moving towards matt. “why? i thought you were having fun”.

“i will have fun” he said, reaching for your hands and interlocking your fingers in each other’s palms as he pulled you closer, face to face with him. “now that it’s only us” .

“you’re so lucky water distorts the actual form of things” you teased, placing your forearms around his shoulders and comfortably positioning yourself on his lap, feeling matt’s boner against you. “i could tell you were hard 30 minutes ago” you continued, index flickering around matt’s necklace. you went further, bringing the chain in between your teeth before closing your lips around the cold metal, deeply staring inside his blue orbs.

“it’s not my fault” matt whispered, not being able to keep his eyes off of you. “not when you look this good” he allowed his hands to travel across your body, stopping by your hips and forcing them down. you gasped with the sudden contact, matt’s cock seemed to have gotten even harder if that was possible.

the purple, blueish light that shimmered from the corners of the tub along with the warm bubbles turned the moment intimate, and matt couldn’t help it — he pressed his chapped lips on your neck, licking the tiny droplets of water there.

you let out a heavy sigh, letting go of his chain and tilting your head to the side, allowing matt to go further. his stubble tickled against your skin as the kisses got more heated, his teeth gently nibbling on your exposed neck.

lost in matt’s touch, your hips started moving in a pace of their own, slowly grinding your covered pussy against matt’s hardened cock. the pressure caused by the water intensified the proximity of your parts, causing matt to groan in a low tone, trying his best to stay quiet.

“my good boy doesn’t wanna be loud?” you teased and matt threw his head back, squeezing his eyes shut. “mhm” he nodded, “don’t call me that”.

“why? you don’t want chris to know his big brother is all worked up from a little grinding?” matt nods again. your thumb hovered over his lips, brushing above the lower one before pulling it down in a pout. “use your big boy words” you demand as matt sticks his tongue out, licking your digit.

“need you” matt whined, his grip on your waist growing tighter. “need you so bad, please” he repeated, slightly jerking his pelvis upwards, a silent plead for you to notice his aching cock. you leaned in and sealed your lips together, intensifying the kiss as your hands traced their way down his torso, your nails scratching his chest.

matt’s hands went to your ass, harshly grabbing your flesh and lifting you from his lap. you took the opportunity to quickly pull his shorts — just enough to free his dick from the swimwear he was wearing. you could tell matt’s eyes were wandering around the backyard, as if he was checking if you were actually alone. you cupped his cheeks, forcing him to look at you and smiling warmly, letting him know he didn’t have to worry about a thing.

his sneaky fingers reached the straps of your bikini, easily undoing the tie and letting the black fabric hang loose, your bare pussy now only a few inches away from his shaft. matt guided you towards his length, lowering your cunt on his tip. you let out a deep sigh before fully sitting on him, his dick opening you up entirely. “fuck fuck fuck” he whimpered, “s-so tight fuck”.

“be a good boy hm? you want to shut you up?” you said, trying your best to keep your composure. matt’s veins pumped inside you, his tip brushing on your cervix. “nhng— yes… can’t be loud”. you chuckled at his eagerness, pressing your lips against his once more and sliding your tongue in, twirling the wet muscle around his own.

“you’re so big” you said amidst the kiss before pulling away, flickering your gaze from his lips to where your parts met. “look how good you fill me up hm?” matt nodded. it all felt too good. almost too much. he had been staring at you for hours, and his cock was throbbing underneath that bathing suit. the warm water around his body, your hands pressing his biceps, your pussy squeezing him. “you’re right here” you said, gently grabbing his wrist and placing his palm on your tummy.

“please i-i need to—” matt whimpered, his grip on your ass growing tighter as he bucked his hips upwards, mindlessly pounding inside you. you felt your own high approaching, the familiar knot on your lower belly begging to be released. “cum! please!” matt cried out loud. you shushed him, grabbing his jaw and lifting his chin up. moans came from the back of his throat, and you had no other choice but to bring your fingers to his open mouth. matt immediately wrapped his lips around your knuckles, sucking them with all his might.

“good boy” you praised him, receiving a muffled whine from him. “cum for me baby, fill me up” as you gave him permission, matt’s entire body trembled underneath you. his orgasm washed over him and his release threw you over the edge, the warm, thick spurts of cum painting your walls white.

matt panted heavily, tiny droplets of water dripping from his brown strands. none of you wanted to let go or get up, the comfort of being in each other’s embrace being enough to fall asleep right there — and you wouldn’t mind cockwarming him for the rest of the night. unfortunately, you still had to find your bikini panties and he had to make sure his brothers were already asleep. “hey, at least we didn’t make any messes huh?” he joked, giving you one last kiss before getting up and turning the lights from the hot tub off.

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[chriss-slut]

dude i swear i'm starting to go crazy i'm not even lying

like he's not hard, and it's HUGE

[ch0llies]

EARNED IT | MATTHEW STURNIOLO

brothersbestfriend!matt x innocent!reader

You’re an 18-year-old high school senior, the innocent little sister of Matt’s best friend. Which means off-limits in every way. But 22-year-old college hockey player, Matt can’t ignore the way you cling to him, asking dangerous questions with trusting eyes. You don’t understand the fire you’re playing with- but Matt does. And he’s burning to teach you what happens when you get too close.

story warnings: heavy make out, lowkey corruption kink (if u squint), brothers best friend, pet names (sweetheart, angel), age gap (four years), etc. all characters are of age. If any of these topics upset you...don't read!

word count: 7k

a/n: i didn’t go into this with the intention of creating a similar story but as i read it over I’m realizing it’s very similar to an @ariestrxsh fic with the same trope. click here to read the first chapter of that! it’s very good and I recommend strongly!

You stand in front of the hallway mirror, tugging at the hem of your navy-blue dress, smoothing the fabric with your palms. The dress fits snugly, a little more mature than what you’re used to, but tonight isn’t just any night. It’s the sports award banquet. Your brother and Matt’s banquet. And your dad only let you tag along under the condition that you “stay out of trouble.”

But it wasn’t exactly you who he was worried about.

A sharp knock echoes from the front door.

“Get the fuckin’ door!” your brother shouts from upstairs.

“Okay, okay!” You huff, your heels clicking against the hardwood floor as you rush to answer.

When you unlock it, the bitter January air bites at your exposed skin, sending a chill down your spine. Matt stands in the doorway, hand raised mid-knock, his dark brows lifting when he takes you in.

His smirk is slight but enough to notice. “Well, don’t you look all grown up,” he muses, voice low and teasing. Then, without warning, he reaches out and ruffles the top of your freshly styled hair.

You scrunch your nose but let him, even though you just spent the better part of an hour curling it.

“Jesus, Matt,” you huff, stepping aside so he can come in. The cold air follows him as he shrugs off his coat, revealing a navy-blue suit, just a shade darker than your dress. You swallow, watching through the mirror as he tugs at his tie.

“You coming with us?” His voice is lighter now, curious but knowing.

“Yep! Daddy said I could tag along if I behave.” You smile, turning back to your reflection, smoothing your hair again.

Matt exhales a quiet chuckle, stepping closer behind you, his presence warm despite the winter air still clinging to him. You watch as he adjusts his tie in the mirror, his fingers long and practiced.

“You gonna behave then, sweetheart?” His eyes flick to yours in the reflection, amusement flickering behind them.

You nod, standing up straighter, suddenly aware of the way he towers over you. It’s always been like this. Him looking down at you, you looking up. The age gap was something your brother had always made a big deal about. ”Too old for you.” “Off limits.”

But Matt never seemed to care about that.

Your breath catches when his hand moves again, messing up your hair on purpose this time.

“Matt!” you whine, swatting his arm as you twist away. “I just fixed that.”

He grins, tongue running along his front teeth as he watches you pout. “Relax, kid, you still look pretty.”

Your stomach flips at that.

Before you can say anything, your brother’s voice rings out from upstairs. “Matty B! Get your ass up here!”

Matt sighs dramatically, shooting you one last glance before jogging up the stairs. You watch him go, your fingers tightening slightly around the fabric of your dress.

The banquet hall is grand, chandeliers casting a warm glow over round tables covered in crisp white linen. The clinking of glasses and laughter fills the air as athletes and their families mingle, celebrating another season of victories. You follow closely behind your brother and Matt, your heels clicking on the marble floor as you take in the scene with wide eyes.

Your brother spots your dad near the head table and heads off with a wave. “Don’t get into trouble,” he mutters over his shoulder.

“I never do,” you chirp back, but he’s already gone.

Matt stays beside you, his hand hovering at your lower back in a way that feels protective, almost possessive, but he never actually touches you.

“You stick with me, sweetheart,” he murmurs, eyes scanning the room. “Don’t need you getting eaten alive in here.”

You blink up at him, confused. “What do you mean?”

But before he can answer, a familiar voice interrupts.

“Damn, Y/N.”

You turn to see Jackson, one of your brother’s teammates, grinning at you like he’s just won something. “Didn’t know you cleaned up this nice.”

Matt stiffens beside you, but you don’t notice, too busy beaming at the compliment. “Thank you, Jackson! You look nice too.”

Jackson smirks, stepping closer. “You should let me take you out sometime. We could grab dinner, maybe see a movie, head back to my place?”

Before you can answer, Matt shifts slightly, his broad frame stepping just enough into the space between you and Jackson to make it clear. “She’s not interested,” he says casually, though there’s an unmistakable edge to his voice.

Jackson’s smirk falters. “She can answer for herself, can’t she?”

You glance between them, feeling a little lost. “I mean… I do like movies.”

Matt exhales sharply, running a hand down his face before placing it firmly on your lower back, actually touching you this time. “C’mon, angel. Let’s find our table.” His grip is gentle but insistent, steering you away before Jackson can say anything else.

As you walk away, you glance up at him. “That was kinda rude.”

Matt scoffs. “No, sweetheart. That was necessary.”

You frown but don’t push it, too distracted by the sight of the massive dessert table at the far end of the room. “Ooh! Can we get something sweet?”

His jaw clenches, but he nods. “Yeah, sure.”

Before you even make it halfway there, another one of your brother’s teammates- Tyler- sidles up beside you, grinning.

“Hey, Y/N,” he drawls, eyes trailing over your dress in a way that makes Matt’s fingers twitch against your back. “Didn’t think I’d see you here tonight.”

“My daddy let me come,” you say cheerfully. “It’s so fun! I didn’t know it’d be this fancy.”

Tyler smirks. “Your daddy, huh? You look real good all dressed up. Bet you’ve got guys falling all over you tonight.”

You blink. “Huh? Oh no, I just came with Matt and my brother.”

Matt sighs, long and slow. “Yeah, and she’s leaving with us too. Right, sweetheart?”

You nod, completely missing the way Matt glares daggers at Tyler. “Yep! Daddy said I had to go home when they do.”

Tyler chuckles, shaking his head. “That’s a shame. If you ever wanna have a little fun after curfew, you know who to call.”

You tilt your head. “Fun? Like… Games or…?”

Tyler lets out a loud laugh, but before he can respond, Matt steps in front of you completely, his voice dropping dangerously low. “Walk away, Tyler.”

Tyler holds his hands up in mock surrender, still grinning. “Relax, man. Just messing around.”

Matt doesn’t budge. Doesn’t smile. Doesn’t blink.

Tyler’s grin fades slightly before he turns and disappears back into the crowd.

You tug on Matt’s sleeve, pouting. “Why are you being so mean tonight?”

Matt exhales through his nose, looking down at you with something unreadable in his expression. “I’m not being mean, angel. Just looking out for you.”

You huff but let it go when you finally reach the dessert table, distracted by a chocolate fountain. “Oh my gosh! Look at this!”

Matt watches as you grab a skewer and dip a marshmallow into the melted chocolate, completely oblivious to the attention you’re getting from half the room.

His jaw tenses as he glances around, making sure no one else even thinks about coming near you.

Your brother would kill him if he knew how he was feeling right now. But as you happily hum while licking melted chocolate from your fingers, utterly unaware of the way his entire body is locked up with restraint- Matt knows he’s in trouble.

Big, big trouble.

The banquet is in full swing as the night goes on, the energy in the room buzzing with excitement as awards are handed out. Your brother wins MVP, grinning as he walks up to accept his plaque, you and the rest of the crowd erupting in applause. Matt wins Best Defensive Player, and when his name is called, you clap so enthusiastically that he shoots you a look- amused but slightly exasperated.

“Calm down, angel,” he murmurs as he sits back down, placing his award on the table.

“I’m proud of you,” you say, grinning.

Matt shakes his head, but there’s a softness in his eyes as he nudges your knee under the table.

Throughout dinner, glasses of champagne are passed around, and even though Matt gives you a warning look, you take one anyway.

“It’s just one,” you assure him, lifting the flute to your lips.

“That’s not just one,” he mutters as you reach for another a little while later.

But you don’t listen. The bubbles tickle your throat, making you giggle, and before long, there’s a slight warmth settling over you, your limbs loosening, the room feeling lighter, happier.

Matt groans when you sip your third glass. “Jesus Christ, sweetheart.”

Your brother, too busy celebrating with his teammates, doesn’t even notice.

Matt does, though. Matt always notices.

By the time the banquet winds down, you’re giggling at everything, eyes bright as your dad rounds everyone up to leave.

The ride home is quiet, the hum of the car filling the space. Your dad drives, your brother is on your left, and Matt is on your right. Somehow, you’ve ended up in the middle seat, legs tucked under you, your body loose and relaxed from the champagne.

You lean against Matt’s shoulder, sighing dramatically. “M’so sleepy.”

Matt stiffens, his whole body going rigid.

“You shouldn’t have had all that champagne,” he murmurs, voice low, almost strained.

You ignore him, nuzzling into his arm like it’s the most natural thing in the world. “But it tasted so good.”

Your brother snorts. “You’re such a lightweight.”

You pout, shifting slightly, pressing even closer to Matt. You don’t realize what you’re doing, the way your fingers absentmindedly trace patterns on his forearm, the way your cheek presses against the fabric of his jacket, how warm he is.

Matt notices.

His jaw is clenched so tight it aches. He keeps his hands firmly planted on his thighs, muscles tense as he stares straight ahead. You’re touching him like it’s nothing, like it doesn’t mean anything. But to him?

It means everything.

Your fingers graze his wrist, and he exhales through his nose, shifting slightly in his seat, trying to put some distance between you. But you just follow, draping an arm over his bicep, your cheek now resting against his shoulder.

“You smell so nice,” you sigh, voice hazy, drunk and sweet.

Matt swears under his breath.

Your brother doesn’t notice. He’s too busy scrolling through his phone, occasionally grumbling about some play he should’ve gotten more credit for.

But Matt? He’s suffering.

Because you’re all soft touches and sleepy sighs, completely unaware of the fact that every innocent little move you make is driving him insane.

You shift again, snuggling impossibly closer. “You’re so comfy, Matty.”

Matt groans so quietly only you hear it. “Jesus.”

You blink up at him, bleary-eyed. “Hmm?”

“Nothing.” His voice is tight.

You smile, resting your head against his shoulder again, your fingers still tracing those mindless little patterns on his arm. “You’re so nice to me.”

Matt closes his eyes briefly, inhaling sharply through his nose.

If only you knew.

When you get home, the house is quiet, the air thick with the lingering chill of the winter night. Your dad mutters something about heading to bed, your brother and Matt trudging up the stairs after him.

You follow, still tipsy, still warm from the champagne, your limbs loose and slow as you move.

Matt is staying over, just like he always does after big game nights or events. He and your brother disappear into his room while you shuffle to yours, sighing as you peel off your dress, trading it for an oversized t-shirt- one that falls mid-thigh, barely covering your underwear. You tug on a pair of thigh-high socks, cozying up against the cold air before slipping on your blue light glasses, needing something to steady your still-spinning vision.

You head to the bathroom, flipping on the light, humming softly as you brush your teeth.

The door creaks open, and Matt steps in, rubbing his face tiredly before freezing in place when he sees you.

His eyes sweep over you, taking in your messy hair, the oversized tee hanging off your frame, the way your socks cling to your thighs. His jaw ticks, but he says nothing, just clears his throat before stepping toward the sink.

“Didn’t know you were in here,” he murmurs, voice rough with exhaustion- or maybe something else.

You shrug, toothpaste foaming at the corners of your mouth. “S’okay. I don’t mind.”

Matt huffs a quiet laugh, turning on the faucet to wash his hands. “You should be in bed, angel.”

You lean against the counter, tilting your head. “Matt?”

He grabs a towel, drying his hands before meeting your gaze in the mirror. “Yeah?”

You blink at him, expression slightly dazed. “Why were all those guys acting weird tonight?”

He stiffens slightly. “Weird how?”

You frown, thinking. “Like… they kept talking to me. Saying things that didn’t make sense.” You pause, then look up at him, brows furrowed. “What did they want?”

Matt exhales, rubbing the back of his neck. “They were flirting with you, sweetheart. They thought you were pretty.”

Your nose scrunches. “Oh.” You tilt your head. “But you flirt with me too, right?”

His fingers flex against the counter. “Not like they do.”

You narrow your eyes. “You think I’m pretty too, right?”

Matt lets out a slow breath, gripping the edge of the sink. “Yeah, angel,” he murmurs, his voice strained. “I do.”

You blink, processing. “Then why does it matter?”

Matt turns, leaning back against the counter, arms crossing over his broad chest. His gaze is steady, dark in a way that makes your stomach flutter.

“Because they don’t just think you’re pretty,” he says carefully. “They want to sleep with you.”

You stare, heart skipping. “Oh.”

Matt watches your expression shift, your lips part slightly as realization starts to settle.

“They-” You swallow. “They wanted to… have sex with me?”

His jaw tightens. “Yeah, angel. That’s what they wanted.”

Your cheeks burn instantly, your fingers gripping the hem of your oversized t-shirt. “Oh.”

Matt studies you, the way your breath hitches slightly, the way your eyes flicker down before snapping back up.

“You really didn’t know?” he asks, voice gentler now.

You shake your head quickly. “No, I- I just thought they were being nice.”

Matt exhales a quiet chuckle, shaking his head. “You’re somethin’ else, sweetheart.”

Your fingers fidget with the fabric of your shirt, your face still warm. “I didn’t- ” You hesitate. “I don’t really… talk about this kind of stuff.”

“I know.” His voice is soft, understanding.

You shift on your feet, gnawing at your lower lip. “I mean… I know what it is. But I don’t-” You trail off, exhaling sharply. “I don’t get it.”

Matt tilts his head slightly, his gaze heavy but patient. “What don’t you get?”

You chew on your lip again, hesitating before blurting, “Why do they want to?”

Matt blinks. “What?”

You huff, flustered now. “Like… why do guys want to do that so much? I don’t get it.”

Matt runs a hand down his face, clearly trying to stay composed. “Because it feels good.”

You inhale sharply, your face burning hotter. “Oh.”

Your heart stammers in your chest, something thick and unfamiliar sitting heavy in the space between you.

You grip the counter. “Have you…” You hesitate, then force the words out. “Have you done it?”

Matt’s lips twitch slightly, amused despite himself. “Yeah, sweetheart. I have.”

Your stomach flips, something strange curling in your gut. “Oh.”

He smirks. “That bother you?”

Your face flames. “N-no! I just-” You fumble, shaking your head quickly. “I just… I didn’t know.”

For a second, neither of you move. The space between you is thick with something you don’t quite understand, something unspoken but heavy. His gaze lingers, his expression unreadable, and it makes you fidget.

Your fingers play with the hem of your oversized t-shirt, twisting the fabric nervously. You don’t even realize that it hikes up slightly, exposing more of your bare thighs, the soft curve of them accentuated by your thigh-high socks. But Matt notices.

His eyes flicker down for the briefest second before snapping back up.

You hesitate, then softly say, “Matt?”

His jaw tenses. “Yeah?”

Your eyes stay fixed on the way your fingers pull at the fabric of your shirt. “Does it… really feel good?”

Matt’s breath is slow, measured. “Yeah, angel,” he murmurs. “It does.”

You shift on your feet, heat creeping up your neck. “Like… how?”

His lips part slightly, and for the first time tonight, he looks caught off guard. He drags a hand down his face, exhaling through his nose like he’s trying to gather himself.

“It’s- ” He stops, searching for the right words. “It’s different for everyone, but it’s… intense.”

You swallow, your fingers still gripping your shirt. “Intense how?”

His eyes darken slightly, his voice dropping a little lower. “It’s a kind of pressure. A build-up. And then… release.”

Your stomach flips, your whole body suddenly feeling too warm. “Oh.”

Matt watches you carefully, taking in the way your breath has gone a little shallower, the way your fingers fidget with your shirt again, lifting the fabric another inch before you even realize it. His eyes flicker down, then back up, something sharp flashing in them for a second before he schools his expression.

“Angel,” he says slowly. “You ever… thought about it before?”

You blink up at him, dazed. “Thought about what?”

His jaw clenches slightly. “Sex.”

Your breath catches, your entire body heating at the way the word rolls off his tongue so casually, like it’s nothing, like it doesn’t make your knees feel weak.

“I- ” You shift on your feet. “I mean, I know about it.”

“That’s not what I asked,” Matt murmurs.

You feel like your face is on fire. “I don’t- ” You bite your lip, exhaling shakily. “I don’t think so.”

Matt hums, tilting his head. “You don’t think so?”

You frown slightly, trying to collect your thoughts, but your mind is a mess, spinning, hazy from champagne and the weight of this conversation. “I just don’t really-” You shift again, your thighs pressing together instinctively. “I don’t get it.”

Matt watches the movement, his throat bobbing slightly before he lifts his gaze back to yours. “What don’t you get, angel?”

You hesitate, feeling impossibly small under his gaze. “Why people want it so much,” you admit, voice softer now, almost unsure.

Matt exhales slowly. “Because it feels good, sweetheart. It’s the closest you can get to someone. And when it’s with the right person…” He trails off for a second, then looks at you intently. “It’s really good.”

You shiver, despite the heat curling in your stomach. “What does it feel like?”

Matt’s fingers twitch at his sides, like he wants to do something with them but won’t let himself.

“You really wanna know?” he asks, voice lower now, rougher.

You nod, swallowing hard.

He leans against the counter, crossing his arms over his broad chest. “It starts slow,” he murmurs. “Your body gets all warm, all needy.” His eyes flicker down to the way you’re fidgeting with your shirt, how your thighs shift slightly where you stand. “You feel it everywhere. The pressure, the tension. And then when you finally get what you need-” He exhales sharply, shaking his head. “It’s like relief. Like every nerve in your body is completely relaxed all at once.”

You stare at him, heart hammering, your fingers tightening on your shirt as you shift again, a deep, unfamiliar heat curling in your stomach.

Matt notices. Of course he notices.

He tilts his head slightly. “You ever been kissed before, angel?”

Your breath hitches. “What?”

His lips twitch slightly, but his expression remains unreadable. “You heard me.”

Your cheeks burn. “I- I mean, yeah.”

His gaze sharpens. “Yeah?”

You swallow hard. “Once.”

Matt hums, like he’s not entirely convinced. “And did you feel anything?”

Your stomach twists. “I… I don’t know.”

His jaw clenches slightly. “If you don’t know,” he murmurs, voice quieter now, rougher, “then the answer is no.”

You press your thighs together again, your whole body suddenly feeling strange, tingly, like your skin is too tight. “Oh.”

Matt’s gaze doesn’t waver, dark and knowing, like he’s seeing right through you.

“You’re feeling it now, aren’t you?”

Your breath catches. “W-what?”

He exhales through his nose, his voice dropping lower, slower. “The first part.” He tilts his head slightly, eyes dragging over you. “Warm and needy.”

Your pulse pounds in your ears. “I- I don’t- ” You shake your head quickly, even as your skin burns, your thighs press together again, your grip on your shirt tightening.

Matt takes a slow step toward you, his presence impossibly big in the small bathroom. “You are feeling it,” he murmurs, eyes locked onto yours. “Aren’t you, angel?”

Your mouth opens, then closes, your face scorching hot. “How can you tell?” you whisper.

He smirks, slow and lazy, but his voice is still rough, still tight. “You’re not exactly subtle about it.��

Your breath stutters as realization hits you.

Your thighs- pressed together.

Your fingers- clutching at your shirt, pulling it tighter, twisting the fabric.

Your breathing- short, shallow.

You feel like your body isn’t your own, like every nerve is suddenly hyperaware of the space between you and Matt, the way he’s looking at you, the way you can feel the heat radiating off of him even though he’s still an arm’s length away.

He takes another step closer.

Your stomach flips, your heartbeat a frantic staccato against your ribs.

His voice is lower now, softer, but it makes your entire body tingle. “Where are you feeling it?”

Your throat dries. “What?”

His gaze flickers down, then back up. “Where do you feel it the most, angel?”

You swear the air in the room disappears. Your skin prickles with heat, embarrassment flooding you so fast that you physically shrink back.

“I- I…” Your voice barely works, breathy and unsure.

Matt hums, his eyes flickering over you again, watching the way your fingers still grip your shirt, how your weight shifts between your legs.

You do feel it. Everywhere.

Your cheeks burn hotter, your head spinning. You don’t even know what you’re supposed to say.

Matt watches you, his expression unreadable, his body still tense. His eyes flicker over your flushed skin, the way you’re gripping the hem of your oversized t-shirt like it’s the only thing keeping you grounded. He exhales slowly, shaking his head slightly before tilting it, his voice dropping back to something softer, more careful.

“Tell me about that kiss you had.”

You blink up at him, still flustered, your brain barely catching up. “What?”

“The one you said you had. The only one.”

You shift uncomfortably. “I- uh. What about it?”

Matt’s gaze sharpens. “How did he touch you?”

Your stomach flips. “Touch me?”

He nods once. “Yeah. His hands. Where were they?”

You frown slightly, thinking back, but there’s nothing to think about. “He… didn’t.”

Matt’s brows lift slightly. “Didn’t?”

You shake your head, feeling a little embarrassed now. “I mean… he just kissed me. That’s it.”

Matt’s jaw ticks, his fingers flexing against the edge of the counter. “How long?”

You swallow. “Like… a second? Maybe two?”

Matt exhales sharply, shaking his head. “And what did it feel like?”

You bite your lip, thinking. “Nothing.”

Matt’s lips press into a thin line. “Nothing?”

You shrug. “I mean… it was just… a kiss.”

Matt takes another slow step toward you, his voice quieter now, rougher. “That’s not what it’s supposed to feel like, angel.”

Your breath catches, your fingers twitching against the hem of your shirt. You look up at him now, the air between you impossibly thick.

“…Then what is it supposed to feel like?”

Matt scans your body, his gaze dragging from the top of your head down the length of your frame- your messy hair, your parted lips, your bare thighs still pressed together slightly. He glances toward the open bathroom door, his jaw tightening before he reaches out, gripping the handle and slowly pushing it shut.

The click of the latch echoes in the silence.

When he turns back to you, his expression is darker now, his voice impossibly low.

“That warm and needy feeling?” His eyes lock onto yours, steady and intense. “It should feel like it’s on fire.”

Your stomach flips violently. “What do you mean?”

Matt steps closer, towering over you, his scent wrapping around you like something heavy and intoxicating. He leans down, just enough for his breath to brush against your lips.

“Like this.”

And then he kisses you.

It’s slow and intentional. His lips press against yours softly at first, like he’s giving you a chance to process, to pull away if you want to. But you don’t.

You can’t.

The second your breath hitches, he deepens it, his hand lifting just slightly like he wants to touch you but stops himself. His lips move against yours, slow and deliberate, and warmth spreads through your entire body. It’s thick and pulsing and burning.

Your fingers tremble as they clutch your t-shirt, your body melting before you even realize it. This is different. This is new.

This is what he meant.

When he finally pulls away, you’re breathless, dazed, your lips tingling from the weight of his touch. Your wide eyes meet his, your heart slamming against your ribs.

“…Oh.”

Matt’s jaw is tight, his breathing slow, controlled. His hand twitches at his side like he’s restraining himself, his eyes searching yours.

“Now tell me, angel,” his voice is rough, nearly a whisper.

“Did that feel like nothing?”

You swallow hard, shaking your head slowly. “…No.”

Matt’s lips twitch, his gaze darkening slightly. “Where did you feel it?”

You shift on your feet, feeling impossibly small under his stare. “I- I don’t know.”

Matt hums, stepping closer. “No?” His hands lift, slow, careful, fingertips ghosting over your cheeks as he cups your face gently. His thumbs brush against your skin, warm and grounding. “Did you feel it here?”

You inhale sharply, lips parting slightly, but shake your head. “Not… really.”

His hands move down, skimming over your shoulders, gripping them lightly. “Here?”

You shake your head again, heart pounding.

His hands trail lower, skimming down your arms, barely touching you. You shiver, exhaling shakily, but still, you shake your head.

Matt watches you, his movements slow, deliberate, as his palms skim over your waist, his thumbs pressing lightly into the soft curve of your stomach.

Your breath stutters.

His hands move lower.

Your fingers twitch against the hem of your oversized t-shirt as he settles them just above your hips, his touch firm, grounding. “What about here?”

You swallow, feeling lightheaded, but shake your head again.

And then his hands drift lower, fingertips grazing the soft skin of your lower stomach, right above where that deep, pulsing warmth sits heavy between your thighs.

Your body stiffens. Your breath catches.

Matt’s lips part slightly, his eyes locked onto yours, watching, waiting.

You nod, the smallest movement, barely even noticeable.

But he notices.

“Yeah?” His voice is softer now, rougher. “What’s it feel like, angel?”

Your thighs squeeze together instinctively, your skin burning under his touch. “I don’t know,” you stammer, breathless.

Matt hums, his thumbs tracing slow, lazy circles against your skin. “You sure?”

You nod quickly, but your body betrays you, shifting slightly into his touch.

Matt’s lips twitch again, something knowing behind his dark gaze as his hands slide down, fingertips trailing over the tops of your thighs before dragging back up, slow, teasing.

You shudder.

“Does it feel like a pulse?” he murmurs. “Like a throb?” His fingers trace the sensitive skin just above your knee, then glide up, his palms warm as they press lightly into the soft flesh of your thighs. “Almost a little wet?”

Your entire body jerks slightly, heat flooding your face, your stomach twisting violently in the most delicious way.

“Matt,” you whisper, mortified, shaking your head quickly.

His hands squeeze your thighs gently. “Hmm?”

You shake your head harder, but your body is betraying you again, shifting into his touch, your knees wobbling slightly as warmth pools deep in your core.

Matt watches you, eyes dark and knowing. Then, after a beat, he pulls his hands away, stepping back slightly.

Your body feels cold without his touch.

His gaze lingers on you, studying every little movement, every breath, every tremble. Then he asks, “Do you like that feeling?”

You hesitate, lips parting, but finally, finally, you nod.

Matt exhales slowly, his jaw tight, his hands flexing at his sides before his lips twitch into something almost smug. “It can feel even better.”

Your breath catches. “It… gets better?”

Matt chuckles, low and deep, shaking his head slightly. “So innocent,” he murmurs.

You frown slightly, embarrassed, shifting on your feet again.

But then his hand lifts again, fingertips brushing against your cheek before sliding into your hair, tilting your chin up slightly.

His gaze flickers over you, slow, measured.

And then he whispers, “Wanna see?”

Your breath stutters. Your pulse pounds. Your stomach twists in the most confusing, exhilarating way.

And then before you can even think- you nod.

Matt doesn’t hesitate.

His lips crash against yours, hotter this time, hungrier. His hands cup your face, tilting you exactly where he wants you as his mouth moves against yours, coaxing you into something deeper, something that makes that pulsing heat between your thighs turn into something more. It turns into something desperate, something dangerous.

Your fingers lift, gripping onto his shirt, needing something to hold onto as your legs feel weak beneath you.

He deepens the kiss, pulling you even closer, his hands firm as they slide from your face down to your waist, gripping you like he doesn’t want to let go. His lips are hot, insistent, moving against yours in a way that makes your head spin, your entire body buzzing with arousal.

His hands tighten around your waist, and before you can even register what’s happening, he lifts you effortlessly, gripping the backs of your thighs and setting you onto the cool bathroom counter. The contrast between the cold surface and his warm touch makes you shiver, your legs instinctively parting just enough for him to step between them.

And then- asound escapes your throat.

It’s soft, barely there. Nothing but a breathy little whimper as he tugs you closer, his hands gripping your thighs.

But it’s enough.

Your entire body locks up as realization sinks in, heat rushing to your face as you abruptly pull away, eyes wide with embarrassment. “I- I didn’t mean to-”

Matt’s breathing is heavy, his lips swollen from kissing you, but his eyes- his eyes are dark, focused, hungry.

He tilts his head, his hands still holding you firmly in place. “It’s normal, angel,” he murmurs, his voice impossibly low, deep enough to send shivers down your spine.

You swallow hard, still mortified. “But-”

He shakes his head, his thumb tracing slow, soothing circles against your thigh. “It just means you like it,” he explains, his voice warm, coaxing. “Means it feels good.”

You shift, heat curling in your stomach again. “Still-”

“And it makes me feel good too.”

Your breath catches.

Matt’s eyes flicker over your face, his expression unreadable for a moment before he adds, “Makes me feel warm and needy, just like you.”

Your stomach flips, your fingers tightening against the edge of the counter.

Your voice is quieter now, unsure. “Then… why don’t you make any sounds?”

Matt stills, his lips twitching slightly, but it’s not amusement- it’s something else. His fingers flex against your thighs before dragging slowly up, fingertips pressing lightly into the fabric of your oversized t-shirt, tracing just under the hem.

He leans in, so close that his lips ghost against yours when he speaks.

“You want me to?”

Your pulse stutters.

You should probably say no.

But you don’t.

Instead, you nod.

Matt exhales through his nose, his smirk finally breaking through. “Yeah?”

You nod again, slower this time.

His hands slide up, gripping your waist, and then he kisses you again.

But this time, it’s different.

It’s slower and deeper. His tongue tracing against yours in a way that makes your head spin, your body arching slightly toward him before you even realize you’re doing it. His hands slide over your thighs, gripping them, pulling you forward until your legs wrap loosely around his waist.

A low sound rumbles from the back of his throat.

It’s quiet, but it’s there, vibrating against your lips, making your stomach flip and your entire body heat.

You gasp softly, your fingers gripping his shirt as the sound sends something dangerous pulsing between your thighs.

Matt must notice, because he groans again, this time a little louder, his hands tightening on your hips, his fingers pressing into your skin like he’s holding himself back.

The tension is unbearable now, your skin hot, your breaths short, every little movement making your head spin.

His hands gripped you tight, pulling you flush against him. His fingers trace slow, teasing patterns against your thighs, sending shivers up your spine. Your entire body is warm, buzzing, that unfamiliar but intoxicating feeling creeping higher and higher until a soft, breathy moan slips past your lips.

Matt freezes for a fraction of a second, his entire body tensing like a live wire, his hands gripping you tighter. And then he groans, deep and low, like the sound did something to him, like he needed to hear it.

His hands move before he can stop himself, sliding up your sides, fingertips teasing beneath the hem of your oversized t-shirt, skimming your bare skin as he pushes the fabric up, his palms warm and making you skin tingle in ways you’ve never imagined were possible.

A sudden, sharp knock on the door.

You barely stifle a yelp, but Matt is quicker.

His palm immediately covers your mouth, his other hand gripping your hip as he tenses, his head snapping toward the door. His light eyes flicker back to yours, and he puts a single finger to his lips, signaling for you to stay quiet.

Your heart is pounding.

“Yo, Matt,” your brother’s voice comes from the other side of the door. “You seen my sister? She left her laundry downstairs, and it’s hogging the dryer.”

Matt exhales slowly, his hand still over your mouth as he tilts his head toward the door, his voice calm, casual, like he hasn’t just had his hands all over you.

“Nah, dude. No idea where she is.”

The doorknob rattles.

You flinch.

Matt’s grip tightens on you instinctively, his hand pressing a little firmer against your mouth, his other hand flexing against your waist.

Your brother sighs. “Bro, unlock the door. I gotta brush my teeth.”

Matt’s jaw clenches, his eyes locking onto yours, something sharp flashing behind them before he whispers, so low you can barely hear it-

“Fuck.”

For a split second, you don’t know what he’s going to do.

Then, without hesitation, he lifts you again, your legs wrapping around his waist on instinct, and moves.

You barely have time to process before he’s setting you down into the bathtub, your back pressing against the cool surface. He leans in close, eyes serious, his hand brushing over your cheek for just a second.

“Stay quiet,” he whispers.

You nod quickly, heart hammering.

Matt exhales sharply, stepping back, adjusting himself. You blink, watching as he tugs his waistband up, shifting awkwardly, like he’s hiding something.

Your brows furrow slightly. “What are you-”

Matt immediately puts a finger to his lips again, shaking his head. “Shh.”

You shut your mouth, still confused, still burning from everything that just happened.

Before you can think too hard about it, Matt pulls the shower curtain closed, hiding you from view just as he unlocks the door and swings it open.

Your brother steps in, rubbing his face tiredly. “Dude, what took you so long?”

Matt shrugs, leaning casually against the sink, like he hasn’t just shoved you into the bathtub to keep you hidden. “Was taking a piss.”

Your brother makes a face. “Long ass piss bro.”

Matt just smirks, crossing his arms, his body perfectly positioned to block any possible view of the tub. “Long ass piss for a long ass dick, what can I say.”

Your brother rolls his eyes, grabbing his toothbrush. “Whatever.”

You hold your breath, praying he doesn’t notice anything, praying he doesn’t hear the way your breathing is still uneven, the way your body is still buzzing from Matt’s touch.

Matt’s hand twitches against the sink, his knuckles flexing. His jaw is tight, his body still tense. Like he’s just barely keeping himself under control.

After a few minutes of tense silence, the sound of running water and your brother brushing his teeth fills the room. You stay completely still in the tub, pressing your lips together to keep yourself from making a sound, even though your heart is still racing from what had just happened.

Finally, your brother spits into the sink, wipes his mouth, and mutters, “Alright, I’m going to my room.”

Matt doesn’t miss a beat. “Yeah, I’m just gonna wash my face, I’ll meet you there.”

Your brother hums in response, the bathroom door creaking as he steps out. The moment you hear his footsteps retreating down the hall, Matt quickly shuts the door, locking it again before exhaling heavily. His shoulders relax slightly as he pulls back the shower curtain, his gaze landing on you, still curled up in the bathtub.

“Alright he’s gone.” he murmurs, stepping forward and reaching for you.

You let out a breath, still a little dazed as his hands slide under your thighs, lifting you up effortlessly. He sets you back down, steadying you on your feet before his hands settle on your waist.

You look up at him, eyes wide. “Oh my God.”

Matt chuckles, shaking his head slightly. “Relax, angel. He had no clue.”

You exhale shakily, running your hands through your hair. The room is still heavy with everything that had happened, and while part of you is still flustered and embarrassed, the other part- the part that’s still warm, still needy- doesn’t want the moment to be over.

Matt watches you carefully, and for a second, you think he’s going to lean in again, that he’s going to pick up where you left off. But then, he sighs, smoothing his hands over your sides.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart,” he murmurs. “We can’t go further right now. Your brother’s waiting for me, and he’s still looking for you.”

You sigh, deflating a little. You know he’s right, but still, the heat swirling in your stomach doesn’t quite go away. “Okay,” you mumble, chewing on your lip.

There’s a brief pause before something else pops into your head, something you don’t quite understand. “Matt?”

He tilts his head slightly. “Yeah?”

You hesitate, shifting on your feet. “What were you… doing? With your… you know…?”

Matt blinks, then raises an eyebrow. “My cock?” he asks bluntly.

Your entire face burns. “Matt!”

He smirks at your reaction, but instead of answering immediately, he reaches down, adjusting the waistband of his sweatpants. You watch confused until he untucks himself, and suddenly, the thick outline of him is tenting out his grey sweatpants prominently.

Your breath catches in your throat.

You stare.

It’s… big.

Your fingers twitch at your sides, a deep, unfamiliar curiosity curling in your stomach. Without even thinking, your hand twitches forward slightly before you stop yourself at the last second, pulling your hand back quickly.

“Sorry,” you blurt out, embarrassed.

But Matt shakes his head immediately, stepping closer. “No, sweetheart. Don’t be sorry,” he murmurs, his voice softer now, coaxing. “Please do.”

Your lips part slightly, your heart hammering in your chest.

“It’ll make me feel good,” he adds, his eyes locked onto yours.

You swallow hard, hesitating just a moment longer before you slowly reach forward again, your fingers lightly wrapping around him through the fabric.

Matt exhales sharply, his head tilting back slightly. “Fuuuck,” he mutters under his breath.

Your fingers tighten slightly, gripping him a little more firmly.

His hands flex at his sides before one of them lifts to grip the counter. “This,” he breathes out, his eyes fluttering shut for a second, “this is another way of knowing that I like it.”

You stare at him, your breath short and quick. “I did this to you?” you whisper.

Matt groans quietly, nodding. “Yeah, angel.”

You blink, still gripping him through his sweatpants, still feeling the heat of him against your palm. You squeeze slightly, watching as his jaw tenses, his breath stuttering.

Your voice is quieter now. “Is it like… how i feel…wet?”

Matt exhales, his fingers twitching against the counter. “Yeah,” he murmurs. “Just like that. When you get wet, my dick gets hard.”

Your cheeks burn. “Why does it do that?”

Matt leans in then, his breath warm against your ear, his voice barely above a whisper.

“It’s your body getting ready for me to be inside you.”

Your entire body locks up, heat flooding your core so intensely that your thighs press together on instinct. Your fingers twitch around him, squeezing his clothed length a little harder.

Matt groans, his head dropping to your shoulder, his breath ragged.

“Alright, sweetheart,” he rasps, his voice strained, “I’m gonna cum if you do that. You’re making me crazy.”

You freeze. “Wait- what?”

Matt lifts his head, exhaling heavily before he leans down, pressing a slow, lingering kiss to your forehead.

“I’ll explain to you another time,” he murmurs. “But for now? Get to bed.”

You nod slowly, still reeling, still confused, still burning. “When will you show me?”

Matt smirks as he watches you hesitate, his voice softer now as he nudges you toward the door.

“Whenever you earn it.”

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COMFORT- SHY!MATT x SHY!READER

summary- matt loves how comfortable darling is around him, it turns him on at certain times (matt being a whole different person in bed.. yum)

cw: SMUT; dom(ish)!matt, p in v, making out, nipple play, oral!f receiving, creampie, FLUFF

an: thank you to this anon (also, this is my first ever shy!matt x darling smut fic, p.s i know the pajama bottoms are actually shorts but pretend they're underwear)

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it was that point in their relationship where darling was getting very comfortable around matt-and vice versa-, not that she wasn't ever comfortable around him, just comfortable in a different light. she started doing things around him that she would only do when she was alone. one of those things is walk around in her underwear or bra.

"i'm gonna shower really quick." she said with her clothes and towel in hand. "okay, i'll be here." matt smiles as he sits against her headboard her fluffy blanket over his lap. matt being matt, puckers his lips signaling he wants a kiss. darling doesn't think anything of it, in all honestly she loves when he does that, it's become normal for them.

she even catches herself doing it sometimes. "mwah!" she intentionally says as she plants a kiss onto his lips, she can still taste the faint sherbet ice cream they shared. "don't take long, i'll miss you." he teases, squeezing her hip gently. "i'll try not to." she pecks his lips this time before making her way to the bathroom out in the hall.

as matt waited for her, scrolling through her streaming services on her tv, he got up and went down to the kitchen to get a snack. darling's parents were currently out on a camping trip since it was their anniversary weekend. with their permission, matt was able to come and stay over. they trusted matt and darling as they were once young and in love.

he opened the fridge grabbing two cold water bottles as he noticed her water bottle was almost empty. placing both of them on the island counter, matt opened the pantry and scanned the shelves. he saw the half eaten tray of her dad's strawberry danish and held back from grabbing a piece. her dad was serious about his danishes.

opting for some chips and a bit of chocolate chip cookies, he made his way back upstairs into her bedroom. as matt passed the bathroom, he heard the running water and her slight humming to the song she played on low volume.

matt returned back to the room and dug into the snacks he had brought up. still continuing to scroll through the streaming services, he didn't choose anything because he wanted to wait for darling and see what she would want to watch.

he looked around her room noticing small details that she had added. a new sonny angel hipper was added to the back of her flatscreen tv, the calendar matt had gifted her with pictures of them was hung up on her closet door, and a new pair of shoes was added to her shoe rack. he noticed every little detail.

it was about fifteen minutes later when darling walked through the door, her hair up in her designated hair towel. when matt realized what she was wearing, his breath hitched. she wore a white teddy bear tank paired with matching teddy bear boxer like underwear.

she had just started doing this around matt, walking around in her underwear. he cleared his throat as he caught himself watching her as she went into her closet to put her dirty clothes into her hamper. "find something to watch?" she said in a soft tone as she sat in her vanity across the room, watching him through the mirror as she combed her hair. "huh- oh- uh, no. i was uh- i was waiting for you. see what you wanted to watch."

she didn't realize his now worked up state. "you can put modern family back on." darling did her skincare, and lathered herself in her sweet scented lotion that drove matt crazy. he went to hulu to put the show, but he kept glancing back at darling who stood up to lather her legs.

the ends of her underwear rode up slightly and exposed the bottom of her ass cheeks. "shit." he muttered under his breath, shifting in the bed putting the blanket back over his lap. darling came closer to the bed and smiled at matt. "i feel so clean." she giggled, sitting on top of the blanket. "baby, are you not hot?" her dad had cranked up the heater before he left and it was really warm in the house.

"no- no, not really." he nervously chuckled, her scent engulfed his sense of smell. he looked down to play with his fingers, but caught eye of her plump thighs. "well i am. it's like ninety degrees in here." she fanned her tank top. matt stared at her and noticed that she wasn't wearing a bra either.

they were a couple of episodes in and darling ended up laying on her belly towards the end of the bed, which was the worst decision in matt's eyes. the curve of her ass was taunting him. the way it jiggled when she laughed or made a slight movement to get comfy, and the way her underwear rode up more.

darling didn't do it intentionally, in all honesty the thought of matt being worked up didn't cross her mind. she soon sat up and scooted to matt. "i'm bored." she told him, kneeling next to him running a hand through his hair. "what do you wanna do?" he said, his eyes raking up to her eyes and down to her lips.

"are you sure you're okay? you look pretty flustered." she furrows her eyebrows. "baby-" she gasped. "are you.. hard?" he groaned. "darling.. you're- you just look so good." she blushed at his words. "why didn't you tell me? i could've helped you all this time." she moved the blanket off of him and straddled his lap. matt was never one to just ask for sex- he was too shy to do so, he would give her little touches here and there or just stare at her.

"you know why." his hands came to rest on the silver of her skin where her tank top rode up. her hips slowly rolled against his. "baby." his threw his head slightly back. darling took the opportunity to kiss against his neck. matt got hold of her chin and connected their lips in a hungry kiss. "such a tease, hm? wearing your tiny panties around me." his finger dipped into the waistband of her underwear and let it slap against her skin. "mmph!" she whined against his lips.

"can i?" he pulled away from her, their lips red and swollen, his hands slipped under her tank top, looking up at her with pleading eyes. "please- yes." she nodded- she was now as equally as needy as him. matt wasted no time in taking her shirt off. her full, round tits on display for him. "so pretty, darling. so fucking pretty." he growled, taking her right tit into his mouth. his wet, pink tongue swirled around her nipple as he stared up at her, her eyes closed in pleasure.

"matt, oh- shit." her back arched, furthering herself more into matt. "love your tits, babe." he popped off of her nipple, moving onto the left one as his hand came up to knead the one he had in his mouth before.

after some time, he began to trail kisses around her chest up to her collarbone, up her neck eventually making it back to her lips. "lay on the bed f'me. c'mon." he patted the side of her thigh. darling came off of his thigh and laid next to him. matt hovered over her, pressing a few kisses to her neck. his kisses trailed down her body until he reached the hem of her underwear. "matt- please." she looked down at him.

"patience, darling." matt continued to press teasing kisses along her underwear. a wet patch began to form on her panties. "wet already?" he smirked, his finger prodding at the patch. "mhm- so wet for you." she rolled her hips wanting more. after pressing a kiss to her wetness, he hooked his fingers into the fabric and pulled them down. "lift up f'me." she lifted her hips so he'd be able to pull them down her legs.

he tossed the underwater somewhere on the bed, putting her legs over his shoulders. "look at that. pussys so pretty." matt was face to face with her glistening folds that we're aching to be touched. darling shivered when his breath fanned against her wetness.

pressing kisses along her inner thighs, so very close to her core, matt licked and nipped until she was a squirming wanted to be licked where she needed it most. "please, stop- stop teasing." she whined, gripped his hair to try and guide him to her pussy. "am i being mean, hm?" his tongue made very small contact, but quickly pulled away.

matt thought he had teased enough and dipped his tongue into her hole, licking a stripe up to her clit. "oh- yes!" she smiled at the feeling of his warm tongue on her. "so good, darling. taste so good." he lapped up her arousal. sucking on her lips, her back arched at the sensation- the suction around her lips and the vibrations of his muffled moans.

"just like that- fuck!" her hands fisted at the bed sheets as she didn't want to hurt matt's scalp. darlings moans and pants filled the room, her constant whines when matt would pull away for a split second. matt's hands trailed up her body as she continued to eat her out. his fingertips found her tits and he rolled her nipples in between his thumb and forefinger.

he soon pulled away due to the ache in his pants becoming too much. "baby, please let me- let me fuck you." he mumbled as he kissed up her body. he sucked a few marks onto her neck. darlings hands creeped into his hair. "mhm, yes. i want you in me." she whispered into his ear, his hips rolled against her. "yeah?" he bit down on her neck. "so bad, please." she held the sides of his face and stared at him. matt broke into a smug smile, leaning down to press their lips together.

as their lips and tongue clashed together, matt pulled down both his pants and underwear throwing them somewhere. he stroked his hard cock a couple of times, pulling away from the kiss. darling looked down to where his cock was and saw the red leaking tip, her pussy clenched around nothing. "ready f'me?" he said, slapping his dick against her clit. "yes, i'm ready." she nodded, biting her bottom lip.

matt lined his tip up with her wet hole and slowly pushed into her. darling moaned feeling the familiar stretch of matt's cock. "so tight." matt's jaw slacked at her warm walls squeezing him. once he bottomed out, he waited a few moments until she was ready for him to move.

"you can- you can move." she nodded, grabbing onto his shoulders. matt pushed out before thrusting back in making them both moan at the same time. "yes, just like that. faster, baby." darling whined. he accepted her wishes and picked up the speed.

the wet noises, along with their moans, now filled the air in her room. the occasional bang of the headboard against the wall was covered by the lewd noises. "feel you squeezing my cock, darling." he kissed just below her ear. "it's so good, matt. don't stop." her moans continued.

minutes later, matt pulled out causing her to whimper at the loss of contact. "matt- what- what are you doing." her glossy eyes looked up at him. "shh, it's okay, pretty." he pressed a kiss to her lips. "want you to flip over f'me. hands and knees, yeah?" matt knew that her being on all fours made it feel better and deeper for her. she nodded, her damp hair from her shower and the slight sweat made the baby hairs stick along her hairline.

matt got on his knees to give her space to flip over. once she was situated, matt got behind her and caressed the soft and plump skin of her ass. his hand grabbed his dick and ran it up and down her puffy, wet folds. "oh- matt." she arched her back as he circled his tip against her hole. matt didn't ram himself in, but he certainly didn't hold back. her high pitched moans and whimpers began again. only this time they were louder due to the new position and angle.

"f-fuck, you're so deep." she mumbled against the bed sheets. her once hands and knees position turned into her being face down ass up. "yeah? feel me so deep inside of your tummy, babe." his hands came to the side of her ass, holding her as he went in and out of her. "so fucking deep." she repeated.

darling felt the familiar pressure building up in her lower belly, so she began backing her ass into him. matt groaned when he realized what she was doing. "you close, hm?" he groaned, his right hand on her ass and the other on the back of her neck. "yes- yes, so close. don't stop." she cried, wanting her release.

"cum for me. cum all over my dick." matt began to do long, deep strokes. "shit- just like that." the movement in his thrusts brought her more to the edge. her fingers curled into the pillow as she mewled. "i'm- fuck, i'm cumming!" her legs trembled as she released. "that's it, baby. all over my dick, mhm." he thrusted a couple of more times before he felt the familiar sensation.

"babe- i'm close." he gently brought her up to where her back was pressed up against his chest. "cum in me. want all of it, plea- please." she cried, her hand coming behind his head as he nipped at her neck. "oh- shit." his cock twitched inside of her as he came. matt kept messily thrusting against her as he rode his high.

once she started to whine, he stopped as he knew that she had become sensitive. "it's okay, i've got you." he pressed a kiss to her bare shoulder. slowly and carefully he laid her back down, still staying inside of her. "is it okay if i pull out? need to clean you up." she nodded. slowly, he pulled out watching as his cum leaked out of her. matt held back a groan at the sight.

"i'll be back, gonna get some tissue."

when matt finished cleaning her up, they showered together. "baby, c'mere. wanna braid your hair." matt patted his lap. "really? think you got it?" she teased. "i definitely improved since last time." darling sat in between his legs as he worked with her hair. "so it's right over left- no, no. right over left." he muttered to himself.

although he had to restart a couple of times, he finally finished it. matt took a picture and showed her. "alright, what do you think of my masterpiece?" he handed her his phone and wrapped his arms around her waist bringing her into his chest. "it's definitely something, i'll tell you that." she giggled. some parts were pretty loose and in some her hair was sticking out. "hey, i thought i did pretty good." he pouted, his chin resting on her shoulder.

"just gotta keep on practicing." she turned around and booped his nose.

[sturn777]

MOVIE NIGHT WITH CHRIS

chris had been testing you all night.

it started with the little things—the way he pulled you into his side, fingers idly tracing your thigh, lips brushing against your temple like he wasn’t up to something. but the second his hand slid beneath the blanket, resting just a little too high, his fingers flexing against your skin, you knew exactly where this was going.

"chris," you warned, voice low.

he hummed, feigning innocence, his lips ghosting along your jaw. "what?"

"we’re supposed to be watching the movie."

he chuckled, his breath warm against your skin. "yeah? then why are you squeezing your thighs together?"

your face burned, but before you could come up with a weak excuse, his fingers slipped between your legs, pressing right where you needed him most.

"chris," you hissed, hips jerking into his touch.

"shh," he murmured, dragging his fingers along the damp fabric of your shorts. "gonna let me take care of you, baby?"

you nodded before you could think, and that was all he needed. in one swift motion, he was pulling you onto his lap, your knees pressing into the couch on either side of his thighs.

the movie played on, but you weren’t paying attention anymore. not when chris was looking at you like that, his hands gripping your hips, guiding you over the growing bulge beneath his sweatpants.

"feel that?" he rasped, rolling his hips up to meet yours. "been hard since you cuddled up to me, sweetheart."

you whimpered, your nails digging into his shoulders as he pulled your shorts to the side, dragging himself through your folds.

"always so needy for me," he murmured, tapping his tip against your clit, making you jolt. "go on, baby. take what you need."

you didn’t waste a second, sinking down on him, your mouth falling open at the stretch.

chris groaned, his hands tightening on your hips as he let his head fall back against the couch. "fuck, just like that, baby."

you moved on instinct, rolling your hips, grinding down on him until the pleasure was overwhelming, until you were whimpering his name.

chris was watching you now, his eyes dark, his hands guiding your movements, his lips twitching into a smirk.

"atta girl," he murmured, voice thick with desire. "knew you'd give in."

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⋆ ˚｡⋆୨ MATT STURNIOLO P LIST ୧⋆ ˚｡

⋆needy Y/N.

matt loves watching Y/N’s big ass bounce on his cock.

matt couldnt wait for Y/N to fully wake up.

matt couldnt wait til after the halloween party.

bratty!Y/N gets put in her place by Dilf!matt

matt loved seeings Y/NS soapy body..

you were supposed to film a car video..

matt loves filling up Y/N’s pretty pussy

matt has a breeding kink..

let me know if you want me to write any fics about these bbys !!! ;3

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

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[vickytaa]

And this?

"We should hide it better next time."

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"CHRISTOPHER OWEN STURNIOLO WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?" Nick screamed while getting upstairs to the living room, where Chris and you were.

Both of you exchanged a confused look. "What is he talking about?" Chris asked. You quickly raised your hands, not knowing what made Nick so angry.

As Nick's figure comes into frame, Chris's and Your's jaw literally drops. Both faces were white.

Nick was holding a piece of paper, nothing special, right?

Wrong.

It was your "Fuck places" list of yours and chris.

"What the fuck is this? Why is kitchen, bedroom, beach and more places with a tick?" He asked. Oh god he didn't notice.

"That's uh... our..." Chris began to explain, but any word came out of his mouth. He lightly hit your arm, trying to get help.

"Places were we've been together!" Came out before even thinking of how stupid that answer was. Nick was getting more confused, not truly believing you.

He started to read again. It was a simple list:

Chris and Y/n :

- Starbucks's Bathroom ✓

- Hot tub ✓

- Lift ✓

- Matt's car ✓

- Library ✓

- Forest ✓

- Church ✓

And that thing was loong, it seemed endless.

"Yeah, right..." Nick said, obviously not believing anything you've said, I mean, who you think was believing that?

"Hey, what's all the fuss about?" Matt said, entering the room. This couldn't get worse. "These two over here have something to explain to us," Nick said, borrowing the paper to Matt.

"No, Nick, why does everyone have to know?" You whined. Matt completely ignored you, grabbed it, and started reading it. His eyes were wide open.

"MY CAR?" He asked. He didn't even have to ask us what the list was about. It was obvious.

Nick and Matt started to explain how gross and disgusting this was, but you and chris weren't listening at all.

"We have to be more careful about it..." You said, a bit embarrassed to be exposed. "Yeah... but well, we said we had to finish it by the end of November..." Chris said, a teasing smirk on his face.

You giggled, and your cheeks were burning.

"Yeah... tomorrow photo booth?"

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a/n: short, but I wanted to post something so yes

Love yall:))

[leisturni]

skin 2 skin .ᐟ

Authors note: this is my first time writing so bare with me please!

Word count: 384

Character count: 1689

One thing about Matt Sturniolo is that he’s truly a loverboy at heart.

As much as he loves rough sex, he’d truly rather have skin to skin.

He just loves the intimate feeling of being close to someone he loves and just has that special place in his heart.

A few moments after winding down from a long intense session, Matt right next to you.

Chests heaving, the sound of panting replaced the old sound of moans and skin colliding.

“Round two?” You questioned after sitting in a long yet somehow full silence. “I just wanna be near you..” Matts voice was so clear, no voice cracks, no shaky breaths, no nothing.

Just pure heart felt emotions spilling from his mouth, your eyes analyzed his face. Noticing every flaw and detail of his face.

His slightly chapped lips, but noting how plump and pink they were, how his lashes looked so perfect yet they were all over the place. Everything about him seemed so perfect to you. Everything only you could see about him.

“Oh— alright..” Both naked bodies were covered in a thin layer of sweat, glistening in the light from the dim lamp on his bedside table.

Matt pulled you impossibly closer to his body, his brunette hair sticking onto his forehead, quite clear he hadn't had a haircut in a few months.

Your head rested under his chin while his head rested on top of yours. Breathing in the smell of each others pheromones and sweat.

The action was so disgusting yet it felt so good to be close to each other. You felt his heartbeat on the side of your head.

“Y’know, I love you right?” Your breath started to shallow down to a regular pace. Only trying to reassure Matt because you got lost inside of your thoughts.

“I know, and I love you too..” He gave you a small smile and a peck on the forehead. “Now stop overthinking and go to bed..”

His last words before drifting off to a deep sleep, after a few minutes of staying up and listening to his soft snores. Your eyelids finally started to get heavy and you started drifting off to bed.

But not before telling Matt one more thing even if he couldn’t hear you.

“I love you, Matt.”

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[y3sterdaysproblem]

greedy - m.s + c.s

summary: two is always better than one

warnings: filth.

wc: 8k

inspired by these two asks

dividers by @issysh3ll

This was your absolute favorite place to be.

Eyes closed, cheek pressed into the pillow that your arms were wrapped around, slender fingers gently holding your waist in place as your boyfriend languidly thrust into you from behind, the sound of both of your moans filling his room.

You loved sex with your boyfriend. It was always satisfying and you always ended up happy, feeling loved and overall satiated.

But there was a small part of you, maybe bigger than you’d care to admit, that wished sometimes he would just get a little bit rougher with you. It was always gentle and tender sex, and you loved it, but sometimes you just needed to be manhandled a little bit. That part of you buried deep inside was slowly crawling towards the surface, begging to be satisfied some time soon or you might freak out.

“Faster,” you groan out, hands gripping your pillow roughly as the slow thrusts inside you felt like a teasing drag, the foreplay before getting your brains fucked out. Though it wasn’t foreplay, it was the main event, and today you needed more.

Your boyfriend obliged, picking up his pace slightly, hands gripping your hips harsher to keep up with his thrusts, pulling you back into him as the sound of your bodies slapping together increased.

But it wasn’t enough.

“Fuck,” you mumble, pulling your hips forward so his dick slips out of you, quickly turning around to face him. “Sit.” You demand, grabbing his shoulder and shoving him towards the headboard. He agreed, like the good boy he is, sitting against the headboard and staring up at you with wide, confused eyes.

“Are you okay?” He asked you sweetly, reaching out for your body as you moved to straddle him, knees on either side of him now.

You grabbed his dick and lined it up with your entrance, dropping down until he filled you up again, the change in angle making you moan out breathily. “Yes, I’m okay. Just need more,” you tell him, placing your hands on his shoulders as you start to bounce yourself on his cock, whining softly at the feeling of him inside of you finally pleasing you in the way you desperately needed, setting the faster pace you desired so badly.

You throw your head back as you moaned loudly, feelings his hands just rubbing over your thighs, your hips, your waist, not even getting close to your tits. It’s not like that specifically helped you get off, but he was so nervous to push your boundaries that he just kept his hands in his so called safe zones, helping you bounce on top of him.

You were so close, and the sounds coming out of your mouth indicated that, but it wasn’t enough. Your boyfriend buried deep inside of you pressing up everywhere you needed him was not going to send you over the edge. You needed more.

You pull your eyes back to his blue ones staring back at you, glazed over in ecstasy, reaching down to grab one of his hands. “Choke me,” you tell him, pulling his hand up to your throat.

“What?” He chokes out, eyes widening at your words. “Choke you? I can’t-,”

“Please,” you beg him, using your own hand to wrap his fingers around your neck, encouraging him to squeeze. “I need it.”

He tentatively started squeezing his fingers together, the lack of oxygen sending you over the edge, hips getting sloppy as your orgasm washed over you, your hands resting on his shoulders as you came, loud moans leaving your lips.

“Fuck, Chris,” you choke out, gasping when the hand falls off of your throat, ripping your eyes open to stare at your boyfriend in shock, jaw dropped.

Shit.

“What did you just say?” Matt questions, grabbing your hips to throw you off of him, shocked expression clear on his face. “Chris?!”

You stared at him, heart racing, not knowing how on earth you’d get yourself out of this one. “I… um…” you break eye contact, looking around the room at anything but your boyfriend.

“Did you just cum to the thought of my fucking brother?!” Matt screeches, standing up off the bed to collect his clothes.

“I meant to say Matt!” You defend yourself, crawling off the bed after him. “Come on, I mix up your names all the time, I didn’t mean anything by it.”

Matt scoffs, pulling his boxers on quickly. “Never in bed, though. God, I can’t fucking believe you, you’re sick in the head.”

You grab a shirt off of the floor and throw it on, grateful it comes down to mid thigh. “Matt, I didn’t fucking mean anything by it,” you tell him, grabbing his bicep, but you don’t even sound convincing to your own ears, let alone his.

“Yeah, right. You didn’t mean anything by saying my brother’s name while you’re literally on my dick.” Matt turned to glare at you, eyes filled with an expression you’ve never seen before. You hated yourself for finding it so sexy.

“Matt,” you whine, both of you facing each other now. “I didn’t mean it, you’re looking way too deep into this.”

Matt huffs, pulling his shirt over his head more aggressively than normal. “Whatever. Go fuck Chris about it.”

You couldn’t help it. You really couldn’t help it. Your expression lit up for a very split second, excitement clear in your face, before you wiped it away as quickly as it appeared. Matt noticed, though. He noticed everything.

“Oh my fucking god, you actually want to fuck Chris!” He accused loudly, looking at you in disgust. “I can’t fucking believe you, am I seriously not enough?”

You groan, throwing your head back in frustration before pulling it back up, staring at your boyfriend who glared back at you, his cheeks turning red from yelling. “Can you blame me?!” You screech, hands splayed out in front of you dramatically. “You’re hot, he’s hot, but he’s just… he’s got that oomph that I need in bed. It’s purely sexual, Matt. I’ve heard about how he is in bed and I can’t help but think about him fucking the daylights out of me and I’m sorry but it’s just a fantasy! I’d never cheat on you with your own brother, you have to know that.”

Matt rubs his eyes with the heels of his hands, mumbling obscenities under his breath. “You’re fucking ridiculous, I can’t even process this. I’m going out.” He tells you, turning to leave his bedroom and eventually the house, leaving you standing there in shock.

After a few moments you grab your underwear off the floor and slide them on before leaving his bedroom and going to the kitchen to grab yourself a drink, swearing to yourself when you see Chris leaning against the counter, smirking when his eyes meet yours.

“What’re you guys yelling about in there?” He asks smugly, taking a sip out of the can in his hand.

“Wouldn’t you like to know,” you reply sassily, ripping the fridge door open. You grab your own drink and crack it open, turning your body to face the boy whose eyes never left your figure, trailing over your bare legs and the swell of your ass underneath the t-shirt.

Chris hums to himself, setting his can down on the counter before resting both of his hands on the cold marble on either side of him. “I think I have an idea. Luckily for me you’re really loud when you’re flustered so I didn’t even have to eavesdrop that hard.”

Your cheeks flush, knowing now that he more than likely heard everything you said and knew the subject of yours and Matt’s argument and the reason he stormed off. It didn’t scare you, though. If anything it made you feel a small rush of excitement at the thought of Chris knowing that you wanted him.

“Kinda fucked up, don’t you think?” Chris asks, pushing himself away from the counter and towards you. “Saying someone else’s name in bed? Your boyfriend’s brother? That’s sick.” He’s right in front of you now and you’re glued to the ground, eyes locked on his as he got closer and closer.

“I didn’t mean it,” you tell him quietly, knowing he wouldn’t believe you.

Chris laughs, reaching up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, his gaze intimidating enough to make your heart speed up, not knowing what to expect out of him. “Sure you didn’t. I heard you. You fantasize about me. You think about what it would be like if it was me fucking you instead of Matt.” His hand slides down to the side of your neck, holding it there before he moves it to the front, fingers ghosting over your throat, making your breath catch. “I bet you’d let me take you right here in the kitchen, wouldn’t you? Like the little slut you are.” He emphasized his words with a squeeze and you whined.

“No,” you tell him, eyes boring up into his. “I wouldn’t. Not without Matt’s approval.”

It was true. As bad as you wanted Chris, needed him, you would never do it without your boyfriend’s consent, which you understood was a huge stretch and probably would never happen, and now Chris was just making this extra hard on you to push past.

Chris smiled down at you, his free hand reaching down and under the hem of your shirt, fingertips trailing on the band of your underwear. “What if I told you he already gave me permission?”

You swallow, which proved a little difficult considering the hand around your throat, wide, excited eyes peering up at Chris, meeting his sadistic gaze as he held you close, the heat from his body so near sending tingles down your spine. “I wouldn’t believe you. I-I’d wait for him to tell me.”

Chris smirks and drops his hand from your neck, sliding it down over your chest, fingers ghosting over your hardened nipple under the shirt you wore. “A loyal little slut,” he hums, taking a step away from you.

You release a breath you didn’t know you were holding, relaxing your shoulders as distance was created. “‘M not a slut just because I like rough sex.” You tell him in a slightly pouty voice, crossing your arms over your chest.

Chris laughs loudly, pushing himself to sit on top of the counter. “No, you’re a slut because you want to fuck your boyfriend’s identical brother. I bet you’d try to fuck Nick, too if he wasn’t gay.”

Your jaw drops, clearly offended. “I would not!” You squeak in denial. “I don’t even really want to fuck you, I just… I just want to be fucked in a way that satisfies the dirty, dirty parts of me I hide far away in the back of mind.”

Chris smiles, spreading his legs slightly. You can’t help your gaze dropping to the clear bulge in his grey sweatpants, begging for your touch. “Yeah, and you know exactly who can satisfy that part of you.”

You sigh, turning your body away from him and moving towards the table, sitting down in the chair and staring off into their living room, mind racing. It was true, you knew Chris would be able to satisfy you in a way you’ve never had before. You’ve heard him talk about his sex life and it was exactly what you needed, what you craved. The only obstacle was your boyfriend, his brother. There was no way he would let you sleep with Chris. Not only was he possessive but he was so sweet, so tender. He was always so afraid of hurting you in bed or being too rough that he just kept it to what he knew, which was slow, love making intimacy. You loved it, too, but once in a while you just needed to be railed until you cried.

You were startled out of your thoughts by a pair of hands landing on your shoulders, thumbs digging in to try and relieve some obvious tension. “You’re not going to be able to resist me forever,” Chris tells you lowly, leaning down so his lips are next to your ear. You gasp, staying completely still as his hands trail down over your collarbones until they’re resting on each one of your breasts, massaging lightly. “I can’t resist you either. I’ve wanted you for so long, gotten off to the thought of you so many times. Thought about how good you’d be at taking my dick. I bet you’d take it like a fucking champ, wouldn’t you?” His right hand continues moving down until it’s right above your barely covered core and you knew it was terrible, really you did, but you couldn’t help your legs spreading open on the chair, allowing for his fingers to dip further. He wasted no time in slipping them into your panties, a whine leaving your lips as they slid through your still wet folds. He places his lips on your neck, moaning quietly at how wet you were, having to hold himself back from throwing you on the table and fucking you for anyone to see. “You’d be so good for me, hm? Bet you’d let me do anything I wanted until all you can say is my name.”

Your hand shoots up to grab his wrist in front of you when you feel his two middle fingers dip inside of you, a whiny moan leaving your lips as your head fell back against the chair, eyes fluttering shut. “Chris,” you whimper breathily, back arching into his fingers.

“This doesn’t look like waiting for permission to me,” Chris remarks smugly, and all you can do is breathe out another moan as his fingers curl inside you, knowing exactly how to touch you and where you need him.

The moment is ripped apart by the sound of the front door opening. Your head shoots up quickly and Chris pulls his hand from your underwear in no hurry, moving to stand next to you now. Your eyes look up at him worriedly, but he only smirks down at you and slips his fingers past his lips, groaning as he sucks your arousal off of them, getting his first taste of you, knowing he would need more.

He drops his hand from his mouth and wipes his saliva off on his pants when Matt comes into view, gaze landing on the two of you existing far too close for his comfort now that he knows what he knows.

“Fuck,” he mumbles, clearly annoyed. “You want to fuck her, too, don’t you?”

Chris shrugs at his brother, lips curling up slowly. “Wouldn’t be mad about it.”

-

Matt was quiet for days, even when you’d come over he barely spoke to you, only grumbling replies to you as you rambled on about whatever nonsense flooded your brain that day. He couldn’t stop thinking about your slip up and how he walked in on you and his brother in the kitchen, tension so palpable he could almost taste it. Every time he ran into Chris in his own house his heart would race, unable to stop himself from thinking about what he now knew. You wanted to fuck Chris, and Chris wanted to fuck you. Chris didn’t hide it anymore either. Whenever you came over he would let his gaze wander, no matter what you wore. Jeans, sweatpants, leggings, he always soaked in your appearance before meeting your eyes and sending a smirk your way, letting you know he was still thinking about you.

It was so filthy and wrong and you loved it, even if you told yourself you didn’t.

You and Matt hadn’t had sex since that day, and you didn’t blame him. You’re sure it would take a while for him to get over it, but you were starting to get antsy. You loved sex and you loved having a boyfriend that you could have sex with whenever you want, so now that he was withholding from you despite you laying in his bed cuddled up and watching movies, it only made your desire grow stronger.

“Matt,” you speak quietly, turning your head from where it rested on his shoulder to look up at his face.

“Hm?” Is all he replies, keeping his eyes trained on the television in front of you both.

You slide your hand over his stomach and down to the waistband of his jeans, dipping lower to palm him through the fabric. “I’m horny,” you whine.

Matt grabs your hand and brings it back up to his stomach, resting it there. “I’m not.” He responds bluntly, still not looking your way.

You huff. “Are you going to punish me forever? It was an accident, Matt, I love having sex with you, I need it.”

Matt finally turns his head to face you, eyes locking on yours. “It may have been an accident but you meant it. Forgive me for not liking the fact that you moaned somebody else’s name in bed.”

You groan and roll onto your back, crossing your arms in a more childlike way than you’d care to admit. Then, you got an idea.

“Fine, you don’t want to fuck me? I’ll do it myself.” You lift your hips and push your sweatpants down to your feet until you’re able to kick them all the way off, lower half left just in a small thong.

“What are you doing?” Matt asks nervously, staring down at your half naked body.

“Getting myself off since you won’t do it,” you tell him obviously, using your fingers to pull your panties to the side, fingers dipping near your entrance to gather the wetness that’s already formed from how horny you were, dragging it up to your clit and starting to form circles on it, eyes fluttering shut and a small breath slipping out of your mouth.

“Stop,” Matt protests, but does nothing to stop you, only keeps his gaze locked on where your fingers massage your core.

“Fuck, Matt,” you whine, hips grinding slowly on your own hand. You slid your hand down and slipped your fingers inside yourself, letting out a higher-pitched moan. “Need you so bad, please.”

Matt watches you with wide eyes, unable to look away from you as you pleasure yourself, his pants no doubt getting tighter. He’s never seen you like this, touching yourself and moaning his name while he sits back and watches, too stubborn for his own good.

This went on for a few minutes until you were trembling, pleas falling from your lips as you begged Matt to touch you, now mostly just as a way to tease him since you were nearing your climax even without him, but you wanted him to know that it was him you needed, not anybody else.

“Please, can’t do it without you, need you,” you cry, turning your head to meet Matt’s eyes that stared back at you lustfully, about to give up and touch you, fuck you, whatever you wanted.

Until the door swung open.

Your eyes shot to the open doorway, landing on Chris who had his mouth open about to speak when he saw you sprawled out on the bed touching yourself, his breath catching in his throat. His attention was drawn to your fingers working on your clit, then his gaze trailed up your body until he met yours, your eyebrows furrowing before you shut your eyes and threw your head back, thighs closing around your hand as you came hard, body shaking through it harshly, loud moans leaving your lips.

Shit. Again.

Matt yells out, ripping you out of your high. “Did you just cum to my brother again?!” He stands up from the bed, eyes shooting between the two of you quickly. “God, just fuck each other and get it over with already.”

Chris turns to his brother and smiles, tilting his head excitedly. “Really?”

Matt looks at him in shock, wanting to literally pull his hair out at how dumb Chris was. “No!”

-

You hadn’t heard from Matt for a solid twenty four hours after the last incident, and you really couldn’t blame him. It was bad enough the first time when the thought of Chris had pushed you over the edge, but watching it happen in real time, seeing how you fell apart at the sight of Chris watching you, it was understandable that he needed his distance. You wouldn’t even be surprised if he broke up with you after that.

Surprisingly, your phone rang out through your bedroom with a text notification from your boyfriend, though all it read was an ominous ‘come over’. You didn’t have to be told twice, though, and you put on some acceptable clothing instead of your pajamas before leaving your house, heading for the triplets’ place.

It didn’t take you long to arrive as you weren’t very far, but for some reason you had a nervous, yet excited, feeling creeping up inside of you. Was Matt finally going to have sex with you? Would he be rougher than he normally was? Or were you thinking about this all wrong and he was actually about to break up with you and break your heart.

Whatever it was, you were about to find out as you were already letting yourself into their house, calling out loudly to let Matt know you had arrived, but you were met with complete silence.

“Hello?” You called again, trudging up the stairs to their living room but finding it empty. “The fuck?”

The lights were dim in the house and you didn’t see anyone immediately like you typically did. “Matt?” You call out, setting your purse down on the couch. “Chris? Nick?” Still nothing.

You sigh, annoyed at the lack of response, before you walk over to Matt’s room and push the door open, seeing him sitting at the edge of his bed nervously. Your eyes stay on him for a few seconds before you shift your gaze to the more dominant, confident energy in the room. Chris is sat in Matt’s gaming chair with his hands resting in his lap, legs spread slightly, staring at you hungrily as you slowly stepped in the room “Hi..” you mumble, looking back and forth between both of them. “What’s going on in here?”

Matt looks up at his brother, prompting him to speak, but Chris smirks, nodding his head towards you. “You tell her, that’s your girl.”

Matt rolls his eyes, annoyed at his choice of words. Sure, you were his girl now, but not for long. He looks back at you, looking like a dog with his tail between his legs. “I want you to have sex with Chris,” he says in a monotone voice.

Your eyes widen in surprise, feeling like you must’ve heard him incorrectly. “You what?” You ask sharply.

“Don’t make me say it again,” Matt grumbles, eyes dropping back to his lap.

“Matt, baby, I don’t need to fuck Chris,” you tell him, walking over to sit next to him on the bed, resting your hand on his thigh. “You’re more than enough for me.” Lie. You needed more.

Matt scoffs, turning to meet your eyes. “You want to fuck Chris and you’re never going to not want to so I might as well just let you do it instead of find out you guys are sneaking around.”

Chris stands up from the chair at that moment, stalking towards you slowly. “Tell her the full truth, Matt.” He says lowly, sitting himself behind you, sandwiching you between both of them. His hands come up to rest on your leg, much higher than you expected, making you jump. “Tell her how you want us to take her at the same time.”

You whip your head around to look at Chris in shock, then turn back to your boyfriend. “Both? A-at the same time?”

“If you can take it,” Chris taunts, slipping his hand underneath the shorts you wore. “Think you can handle it, princess? Both of us?”

“Yes,” you immediately answer, feeling your skin start to heat up at Chris’s touch, though your eyes remained on Matt’s, seeing them darken at the way you reacted, knowing he was about to see a completely different side of you.

“We’ll be gentle, I promise,” Matt smiles at you, and you couldn’t help the look of disappointment that flashed over your face, turning your head to Chris to see if that statement was true. When you met Chris’s eyes, he smiled sinisterly at you, shaking his head slightly.

“Maybe you’ll be gentle,” he says directed towards Matt, keeping his gaze down on you. Your lips curled up into the beginnings of an excited smile, eyes lighting up. “But I don’t think she wants me to be gentle, do you, princess?”

You quickly shake your head, letting him know you want him to be anything but. Chris hums, pulling his hand away from you completely. “Thought so.” He stands up and walks towards his phone that was on Matt’s gaming desk, fingers dancing over it for a moment before low, sensual music filled the room, his phone connected to speakers that Matt had set up a few months ago. You weren’t complaining, if anything you loved having a background of music to your sexual endeavors, finding that it amps up the excitement of everything.

Matt moves to stand up to rid himself from his clothes, leaving him in just his underwear, and once he’s done he crawls back up the bed to lean against the headboard, eyes locked on you the whole time. Your heart is pounding when you turn to see Chris throwing his shirt on the ground, sweatpants slung low on his hips as he walks back towards you, sitting on the bed next to you and leaning back on his hands. “Come here,” he demands and you oblige, quickly moving to swing a leg over his lap, making yourself comfortable on top of his thighs. “Take your shirt off.” Chris nods his head at you in a cocky manner, feeling his dick twitch in his pants at the tension, feeling just how nervous you were in front of him.

You peek behind him at Matt who watched you climb onto his brother, trying to push his obvious jealousy down for the time being to make sure you got everything you wanted out of this experience as he didn’t know if he’d be able to suffer through watching you be so obedient while perched on someone else’s lap ever again. Matt just nods at you, letting you know it’s okay before you look back at Chris who’s patiently waiting for you to strip for him, gaze never leaving your face even when you broke eye contact.

You reach for the hem of your shirt and pull it up slowly, teasingly, revealing the dark blue, lacy bra underneath, tits resting perfectly inside it, bouncing when you threw your shirt across the room. Chris stares for a moment, feeling his breath catch in his throat at the sight of you in front of him, on top of him. He’s thought about this for so long, fantasized about getting you exactly how he wants you. “Stand up,” he demands and you immediately slide off of his lap, standing in front of him. His eyes trail down to your lower half and you understand what he means, thumbs looping in the waistband of your shorts. But you don’t pull them down yet, not before turning around to face away from Chris, leaning over as you slide your shorts down your legs as slowly as you can, your matching blue lace panties on display for Matt and Chris to see. You knew you weren’t in control whatsoever, but you wanted to tease Chris as much as you could. You’ve wanted him for longer than you cared to admit, always stealing glances and listening extra close when he raved to his brothers about this girl he’s been seeing, desperate to feel his touch on you the same way you’ve imagined for the past few months. Chris breaks you from your thoughts after you kick your shorts away, grabbing your hips to pull you back onto his lap, your back resting against his chest now.

“God, you really are a fucking slut, aren’t you? You wore a matching set in the hopes you’d finally get your fucking wish. Tell me I’m wrong.” Chris uses both of his hands on your inner thighs to spread your legs roughly, eliciting a small whine from you.

“I didn’t,” you reply weakly, head falling back on Chris’s shoulder as his fingers trail closer and closer to your core. “I wore it hoping my boyfriend would finally fuck me.”

Chris hums in your ear, rubbing his fingertips over your clit on top of your panties, letting out a small breath as his eyes fluttered shut. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted you like this. How bad I’ve wanted to see you fall apart for me.”

“Chris,” Matt warns from behind you, tone laced with jealousy.

“Sorry,” Chris laughs. “I can’t help it, your girlfriend’s irresistible. I just want to fuck her ‘til she’s crying.”

“Crying?” Matt questions, starting to get nervous.

Chris huffs and spins his head around, glaring at his brother. “Yes, Matt, until she’s fucking crying, because she’s a dirty little slut that wants that, isn’t that right, angel? Tell your precious, innocent little boyfriend that you want me to fuck you so hard you can’t even think about anything but my cock.”

You can’t bring yourself to turn and face Matt with Chris’s hands all over you, your skin heating up as his hands roam over you, breathing slow but heavy. It feels heavenly and filthy all at the same time, the way hands created in the same womb could feel so dirty compared to the ones that felt so soft and gentle against you. The way he gripped your thighs, your waist, your hips.

Chris stilled his hand atop your underwear and slid his hands over your thighs before he dropped them to the bed. “Get up,” he demands. You’re quick to obey, standing up and turning back to face him, cheeks already flushed from how worked up you were getting. He smiled at the sight, standing to his feet in front of you, staring down at your face. “You’re so pretty like this,” he whispers, hand coming up to grab your cheek. “Can’t wait to ruin you.”

He seals is sentiment with a kiss, pulling you closer until your lips press together. It was slow, sensual, deep and the feeling of him holding you in place while his lips moved with yours set you alight. His kiss was more controlling than Matt’s, the way his fingers gripped at your jaw and tilted your head up, whereas Matt’s touch was always delicate and loving. It doesn’t last long, though, him pulling away and stepping aside, hand sliding to the back of your neck to push you onto the bed where you fall onto your hands roughly, hair falling in your face, staring straight up at Matt who waited so patiently for you at the headboard. He stared down at you with a mixture of desire and resentment, the emotions giving his face a darker intensity than you’re used to.

You couldn’t help but crawl up the bed towards Matt slowly, keeping eye contact until you were on your hands and knees between his legs, his gaze never leaving you. You gently pulled your bottom lip between your teeth, smiling at your boyfriend. “You’re so good to me, you know that?” You start, voice low. “Can I show you just how much I appreciate you?”

You see Matt’s adam’s apple bob as he swallows, nodding slowly at your words, nervous to speak in fear of his voice betraying him. You smile wider and sit back on your knees, hands reaching forward into grab the waistband of Matt’s underwear, pulling them down just enough to let his dick spring out, a happy noise leaving your throat. “I missed you,” you whisper, eyes locked on his dick. Matt just chuckles and rolls his eyes.

“Prove it,” he tells you and your eyes widen, moving back up to meet his again. While his words weren’t necessarily dirty, the undertone was, and it was enough to send an excited shiver down your spine.

“Yes, sir,” you agree, leaning back over to take the head of his dick into your mouth, tongue swirling enthusiastically, eliciting a small groan from Matt’s mouth, his head falling back against the headboard. You had definitely missed sex with Matt, and as much as he tried to pretend he didn’t want it, he missed it just as much if not more.

You feel the bed dip from behind you and a pair of hands are running over your back seconds later, his fingers coming down and catching in the waistband of your panties, wasting no time to pull them down your legs. You lift one knee at a time to assist with taking them off, leaving your lower half naked as he pulls them over your ankles. Chris sits behind you and admires the sight for a few moments before he moves to lay on his back, legs hanging off the bed, his face directly under your pussy.

You feel your heart rate picking up at the feeling of his hands wrapping around your thighs from underneath you paired with the feeling of Matt’s hand tangled in your hair, tentatively pushing you lower on his cock which you happily accepted into your mouth.

“Come here,” Chris says, voice deeper than usual. His hands gripped your thighs from where he lay underneath you, pulling your hips lower until his lips reached your already soaked folds, a muffled whine bubbling through your nose at the feeling.

His hands held you down firmly, leaving no room between you and his mouth, your thighs spread wide on either side of his head. Chris let out a moan as his tongue came out to flatten against your entrance, dragging up towards your clit until he wraps his lips around the sensitive nub, sucking it into his mouth roughly.

Between the feeling of Matt’s cock buried in your throat and Chris’s mouth lapping up your soaked pussy, you could feel your mind already starting to spin. You’d imagined this more times than you could count, but the reality of it was so much better than anything your imagination could’ve mustered up.

You’re moaning around Matt, nose touching his stomach every time you slide your lips down, taking as much of him as you could in each stroke, feeling his chest heaving above you as he tugged on the hair he’d pulled into a ponytail, holding your hair to the side so he could see your face as you went down on him. “Feels so good, baby,” he moaned softly.

Chris moans in the agreement from his home underneath you, fingertips gripping harshly in your fleshy thighs, sure to leave small bruises with each touch. You didn’t mind; rather you were excited for the reminder of what will probably go down as your favorite sexual experience in history.

Your hips slowly grind into Chris’s face which he happily allows, your movement spreading a mixture of your arousal and his saliva from his nose to his chin, a bead of liquid even dripping from his chin down his throat. He suddenly moves his right hand from your thigh and pulls it between them to meet his mouth, sliding his fingers through your slit to get them wet before he slips two inside you, digging his pointer and pinky fingers into the bottoms of your ass cheeks from how harshly he’s curling them inside of you. You let out a loud, high-pitched moan at the feeling, your jaw falling open and your eyes falling shut, hands digging into the sheets on either side of Matt’s hips.

Matt’s cock slips from your mouth as your head falls onto his hip, thighs trembling as Chris’s fingers work in tandem with his tongue, a stark difference from the way Matt’s hand that was laced in your hair was stroking your cheek, keeping you grounded. Despite the last week, he was still the safest person to you, the only person that could bring you down to earth when you got too flustered and that didn’t change in this situation, his soft touch reminding you he was there giving you that extra push to relax into the moment, let your mind focus on the pleasure coursing through you.

“Chris,” you groan, eyebrows twisting up as his long fingers pull out and replace his lips on your clit, a small chuckle leaving his lips.

“Yeah, princess?” He replies.

You whimper at the name, his low tone catching you off guard. “Feels so good,” you tell him.

He’s quiet for a moment, smirking widely, before he slips his fingers back into you. “I know,” he replies, lips meeting your clit again.

“Fucking asshole,” Matt mutters, making you choke out a small laugh, hand coming up to stroke Matt again.

“He’s so cocky,” you mumble, eyes peeling open to look up at Matt, his own eyes meeting yours with a lazy smile.

Matt nods a couple times, trailing his gaze over your face, examining your fucked out expression. “You’re so pretty like this,” he tells you.

His words send another rush through you and you drop your head back to his hip as you stroke him lazily, hips starting to stutter from the way Chris was eating you out.

“Chris,” you moan again in warning. “I’m so fucking close, please don’t stop.”

Chris hums in response, keeping his same pace with his fingers and tongue, feeling you start to clench around him, knowing he was about to bring you to your first orgasm.

It didn’t take long after that for it to crash over you, thighs shaking as you moaned into Matt’s skin, his nails scratching over your scalp tenderly while Chris’s free hand gripped your thigh so hard you were sure to have fingerprints for days.

“Fuck!” You cry out, trying to pull your hips away when Chris doesn’t stop, taking no breaks after the shocks of your orgasm subside, overstimulating you more than you’d ever experienced, your hearing starting to get fuzzy as you felt another orgasm coiling inside of you.

Your jaw was slack, eyes clenched shut as you continued to shake above Chris, unable to make any sound as he coaxed another orgasm out of you back to back, a loud gasp leaving your lips when you came harder than you did the first time.

Chris finally pulls his mouth away from you, leaving a small kiss on your clit before he pulls his fingers out and swipes them on the back of your thighs, smearing your release on your skin before he sits up and turns to look at your limp body resting on Matt, smug expression on his face as he watches you try to catch your breath. He drags his eyes up and meets his brother’s, raising an eyebrow at him quickly before he comes up behind you and runs his hands over your hips.

“You’re not done, are you?” He snarks, swiping his thumbs over your skin.

You’re still motionless apart from the heaving in your chest, the English language slipping your mind completely. Chris just laughs, pushing his sweatpants and underwear past his hips, finally releasing his aching cock after all this time, wrapping a hand around it to relieve some pressure, a small groan leaving his lips.

“Can’t even speak, huh?” He taunts.

Matt glares up at him. “Give her a fucking minute,” he snaps and Chris stares down at him, eyes dark.

“She’s fine,” he retorts. “Aren’t you, baby? You want more?”

You’re still wordless as you nod your head, eyes finally opening to turn and look at Chris positioned behind you.

He smiles down at you, resting his cock between your ass cheeks, sliding it between them a few times before he looks up at his brother again.

“She on birth control?” He asks nonchalantly.

“What?” Matt spits in disbelief.

“You fucking heard me,” Chris spats back.

Matt raises his eyebrows at his younger brother. “Yeah, but don’t even think about-“

Chris has his answer, and he’s satisfied with it. “Perfect,” he interrupts Matt and pushes himself inside of you, a loud gasp slipping your lips as he bottoms out, his own head falling back on his shoulders as he moans.

“Holy fuck,” he groans, fingers digging into your hips as he tries to control himself from going too hard too fast on you.

“Oh my god,” you finally moan out, voice raspy.

“There’s my good girl,” Chris moans out, pulling his hand back to land a harsh slap to your ass, a red handprint immediately forming.

You push yourself back up onto your hands looking up at Matt who stared down at you worriedly, shooting him a lazy smile. “On your knees?” You ask sweetly and he obliges, getting on his knees in front of you.

You place your mouth back over Matt, fully getting fucked from both ends now and you felt satisfaction creeping up in all the dark parts of your mind as they took over all of your senses. Taste, touch, smell, hearing, vision all completely dominated by the two men inside you.

You’re moaning around Matt’s dick as Chris sets a rough pace, his thrusts sending your body forward and causing you to gag around Matt, tears filling your eyes as drool slipped from your lips uncontrollably, the sight causing Matt’s stomach to tense. He was enjoying more than he cared to admit, the way your body was forced onto him awakening a part of him he never knew was there. His hand gripped a bit harder in your hair, the action making him nervous at first before he heard you moaning loudly, sending vibrations through his skin.

Chris was relentless, slamming into you while muttering about how good you felt, pace never slowing. You’re barely able to hold yourself up on your hands as he’s pounding into you, the sound of your bodies colliding overpowering the music filling the room. He’s anything but gentle with you and Matt’s grip is getting tighter, both of them no doubt nearing their climax as they use your body for their own pleasure. Matt’s thrusting his hips in time with Chris’s now, both of them bottoming out inside you at the same time now, your body feeling like it’s being torn in two.

Chris lands another slap on your reddened skin, this one harsher than the last, following it up with his fingers digging into the skin he smacked, nails digging in roughly. Matt notices this and reaches out to smack his hand away. “Chill out,” he demands.

Chris glares up at his brother, expression darkening as they lock eyes above you. “She’s fucking fine,” he growls out.

“You’re too rough,” Matt retorts, hand running over your back as he glares back at his brother.

Chris has had enough of Matt’s policing, wondering why he’d even agree to this if he was just going to worry the whole time. He reaches down and wraps a hand around your throat from behind, pulling you off of Matt’s dick and onto your knees in front of him, still buried deep inside you. He’s got you both facing a surprised Matt, hand tightening around your neck. “Tell him you’re fine,” he demands, voice growling in your ear. “Tell him you love getting fucked like the greedy little slut you are. That you liked being used as a fucking cocksleeve and getting fucked dumb.”

You’re staring straight into Matt’s eyes, face contorted as you try to catch your breath, though your efforts prove useless, knowing he’s waiting for your answer, wanting to see if you really were as filthy as Chris made you seem.

Chris was still buried inside of you from behind, his hips stilled as he cradled you against his chest, his free hand inching down to rub over your clit slowly, making your eyes flutter shut.

“Look at him,” Chris orders, shaking you with the grip around your throat. “Tell him.”

You let out a low groan when Chris slowly pulls out and pushes back into you, the pairing of both hands on your body having you teetering on the edge like a rollercoaster about to take its first drop; teasing and taunting, but the second it tips over you’re struggling to catch your breath, completely at the mercy of the ride until it’s over, suspended in the weightlessness.

When you rip your eyes back open and focus them on Matt’s blue ones staring back at you, the coaster tips and you’re shaking again, letting out choked moans and cries, black tear tracks running down your flushed face. Chris fucks you through it eagerly, whispering soft praises in your ear until you’re coming down, grip loosening on your throat until he slides it down your chest. “God, you are something else,” he tells you, shoving your shoulders forward until you land on your hands again. “You’re useless if you’re not getting me off, though.”

He picks up his pace once more and you let out a small whimper at the oversensitivity, feeling Matt’s hand come up to rest on your jaw, thumb brushing over your bottom lip gently. It’s then that you remember you have to get him off, too, so you take him back into your mouth as far as you can, hearing him groan above you as he starts to gently thrust into your mouth again, his pace vastly different from his brothers who was fucking into you so roughly it made the headboard slam into the wall. You didn’t even know Matt’s bed moved that much.

You can hear Matt’s moans turning to whines as he fucks your mouth, encouraging you to pull out all the stops and bring him to his orgasm, tongue circling around his tip every time he pulled almost all the way out. It doesn’t take long for his hips to start to stutter, his hand pulling your hair harder as he shoots warm ropes of cum onto your tongue, letting out small, whimpered breaths as he watches you take everything he gives you. You swallow around him and pull off with a small pop, turning your eyes up to him and smiling meekly, an expression he returned, hand loosening in your hair.

Chris behind you, though, got louder as he got closer, mumbling profanities under his breath as he used you for his own release, hands sliding up to pull you back into him by your waist, his touch feeling nothing short of addicting.

“Fuck, princess, you’re so wet for me, gonna cum,” he grunts out and you have an idea, a last hoorah for the night.

You pull your hips away from him, to which he strongly protests, scurrying off the bed and onto the floor on your knees. He quickly understands what you’re implying and climbs off after you, standing above you with a smirk on his face. “You’re fucking filthy, you know that?” He reaches out with one hand to grip your jaw roughly, holding your face still as you open your mouth and stick your tongue out as far as it can go. His other hand quickly pumps his cock, stomach tensing as he finally cums, releasing all over your tongue and face, letting out a low moan at the sight of himself painting your pretty features that he couldn’t help but be obsessed with. He’d never be able to get this sight out of his head, locking it away in a deep part of his brain for safe keeping. He spurts out his last bits of cum, wiping the tip of his dick on your tongue before he sits back on the edge of the bed, letting out a loud breath.

Both boys stare down at you on your knees from where they’re perched on the bed, their gazes making you smile shyly. “What?” You ask quietly. “Do I have something on my face?”

Their jaws slung open and eyes hooded as they catch their breath, watching you take your thumb and swipe through some of Chris’s release on your cheek, smiling as you press your thumb into your mouth and suck it clean.

Chris tears his eyes away and turns to his brother behind him. “I’m definitely fucking your bitch again.”

Matt scowls at him. “No the fuck you’re not.”

Chris turns back to you, a smiling, fucked out mess on the floor, your eyes locking as he smirked back at you.

“Watch me.”

a/n: part two where he gets her alone? 👀

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— milk ★ matt sturniolo

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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MATT ON STREAM. HOLY SHIT. i love his hair like this tbh 😩🤭

this one’s FOR ALL THE MATT GIRLS