#matt x you

[sweetshuga]

「 𝑨 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒂 𝒏𝒂𝒑 ✰ 𝑴.𝑺 」

ᯓ bf!matt fluff + smut! ────

𝒔𝒚𝒏𝒐𝒑𝒔𝒊𝒔: A cute little nap session with your boyfriend turns into something else because Matt’s just too needy for your touch after a long day. (sub!matt if you squint)

Saturday evening – 19:35 (7:35 pm)

Your body relaxed against Matt’s as you two laid on his bed in just underwear, cocooned by his comforter. His arm was possessively draped over your waist, eyelids fluttering subtly as he closed them before opening them again. A soft, adoring smile on his lips as he looked at you.

Matt’s hand reached up to push a few stray strands of hair away from your face, his fingers lingering on your cheek before a yawn escaped him, causing him to briefly put his hand over his mouth.

"Tired?" You rasped, unable to speak any louder due to how drained you were. "Yeah, really needed this." Matt whispered, his own voice heavy with exhaustion but with clear satisfaction. He leaned forward and nuzzled his face in your cleavage, breathing in your scent as his eyes closed, his body going lax.

You couldn’t help but smile at the sight, your fingers gently carding through his messy brown locks and absentmindedly massaging his scalp, making him sigh in contentment.

"That feels so good baby." Matt murmured, his voice muffled by your skin as he relaxed further into your touch, almost like a cat. "We should do this more often, just cuddle like this and nap," he said, his eyes still closed and breath steady.

A few minutes later – 19:50 (7:50 pm)

You were out like a light after a few minutes of cuddling with him, but Matt couldn’t sleep. He fidgeted in discomfort as his boxers tightened around the crotch, his length hardening rapidly. "Fuck." He breathed out, his hand reaching down to adjust himself to relieve some of the tension as he rested his forehead against your tits.

Matt couldn’t wake you up—it would be selfish of him to stir you awake from your peaceful sleep just because he had a hard-on, but he needed you sooo badly.

He was torn.

A shaky groan left his lips, part annoyance and part desire. He wanted relief so badly, so much so that he found himself palming his dick through his boxer briefs, his breath hot against your skin.

"Having fun?" You teased with a sleepy smile, having woken up from him squirming beside you. Matt’s head shot up from its position on your chest as a soft flush adorned his cheeks, keeping eye contact with you despite his embarrassment.

"You were awake?" Matt questioned accusingly, his eyes narrowing in mock seriousness as a giggle escaped you. You lazily looked down at the bulge straining against his boxer briefs before looking into his eyes, trying – and failing – to hide your amusement. "Mm no, woke up just now ’cause you kept moving... Wondered why you were so squirmy—guess I know now."

He let out a small shaky laugh at your teasing words, looking down at his boner before locking eyes with you again. His lips curled subtly at the corners with a smirk as his eyes grew heavy-lidded.

"Since you’re awake... mind helping me out, pretty?" His hand snaked down, caressing up your thigh to your hip and giving you a gentle squeeze there before trailing his hand down again.

A soft chuckle rumbled out as you carded your fingers through his hair. You shifted your leg to deliberately press your knee against his hard on, making him jolt due to the sudden spark of pleasure. His breath hitched as he closed his eyes briefly, relishing in the small bit of relief you provided before opening them again, eyes heavy-lidded and pupils blown wide.

"You’re soo needy Matt." You drawled in a teasing way, obviously having your fun seeing him trying to hide the fact that even a subtle touch from you is making his dick throb against your knee.

Matt groaned at your teasing tone, trying his best to keep himself from just rutting against your knee to relieve the painful tautness he felt from the confinement of his underwear.

A soft whine left his lips involuntarily when you rubbed your knee against his crotch, feeling the fabric dampen in the center with his precum. Matt’s body tensed slightly, his hand halting in its place on your hip before reaching further back to sink his fingers in the soft flesh of your backside as he leaned forward to bury his face back in your cleavage.

"Fuck, c’mon baby." Matt whispered, voice hoarse with need and barely contained desire. "I need you." He tilted his head back from your tits to look at you. His eyes were silently pleading for you to touch him and his chest heaved with ragged breaths.

You didn’t feel like teasing him further so you gently pushed his shoulder to make him lay on his back. Matt immediately got your hint and turned to lay on his back, hooded eyes following your every move.

His tongue darted out to wet his lips, gulping audibly as he felt his mouth go dry when you straddled him—making your core press against his painfully stiff length. The thin fabric of your underwear and his boxers were the only things preventing skin contact.

#Bringbackdryhumping

You both decided that it was better to not have a full on penetrative sex since you had to be out and about tomorrow and with the beast straining against his boxer briefs, you knew you would be somewhat sore even if he was gentle.

Matt’s fingers curled on your hips, sinking slightly into the flesh there as he helped you move back and forth over his clothed cock. His head was thrown back, eyes closed and lips parted as soft groans left his lips with every movement of your hips.

His noises of pleasure mingled with yours as both of you tried your best to keep it down since Chris and Nick were home.

You were getting so damn turned on by the sight under you, as well as the small whimper like sounds Matt was making instead of letting his noises out completely in fear of being heard by his brothers.

You quickly picked up a rhythm that got you feeling like you were on the edge already, and Matt probably felt the same judging by the way his breath hitched more than before and the way his hips jerked and jolted involuntarily.

"Matt..." You whimpered softly when he helped you grind against him faster, pressing you harder down on himself. Your lips parted as you let out quiet breathy moans, head thrown back in ecstasy. "Feels so good, baby- you feel soo good." You mumbled praises, causing Matt to moan softly in response.

It wasn’t long before you felt that tautness in your lower abdomen—the telltale sign of your impending orgasm. Your hips stuttered and jerked, the pace faltering as you got closer and closer to the high you were desperately chasing after.

The way Matt’s hips rutted against yours did it for you.

You let out a drawn out moan which Matt effectively muffled with a kiss as he helped you come down from your high by sliding his clothed cock up and down your soaked panties. He wanted you to feel good but he couldn’t help but chase his own high as he felt it approaching—hence the faster rhythm.

"F-fuck... I’m s’close-- can you—mmfh—keep going a little longer, please sweetheart?" Matt pleaded urgently against your lips as his fingers tightened on your hips. A soft moan left his lips when you started to pick up your pace again, grinding against his dick and making his eyes roll back.

"Sh-shit--shit!" Matt chanted quietly, feeling his orgasm right there in front of him. His balls drew up tight and cock swelled up before exploding out pearly cum as it twitched. The milky liquid gathered outside his boxer briefs where his tip was as more cum drizzled out of that spot.

Matt’s eyes snapped open and a broken moan ripped from his throat when you kept grinding against him even after his intense orgasm, making his whole body shudder and hips jerk.

"Baby- too much." Matt’s hands held your hips tightly to halt your movements and you immediately stopped moving, not wanting to overstimulate him—even if you wanted to hear more of those needy whimpers.

His chest heaved as he caught his breath, his hands loosening their hold on your hips as an overwhelming sense of bliss flooded his being due to the euphoric orgasm you just gave him.

"Gonna have to clean up... and then sleep." You mumbled as you slumped against him, burying your face in the side of his neck. His milky release soaked his underwear quite quickly, mixing slightly with the clear, sticky arousal soaking your own panties.

Your body felt heavy—the good kinda heavy. The one where you feel like you’re mere seconds away from drifting off to sleep.

One of Matt’s hands left your hips and instead caressed your lower back in short slow strokes as he buried his face in your hair, feeling content with you laying on top of him.

After a few minutes of just laying like that, you and Matt decided to clean yourselves up before you actually drift off to sleep for real.

You both got in bed immediately after cleaning up and slept until the next morning even though it was just supposed to be a nap. But that nap – after all that dry humping and orgasming – was probably the best one you’ve ever had—hands down.

★ 𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒖𝒂𝒈𝒆! | 𝒘𝒄: 𝟏.𝟓 𝒌 ★

© 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒔𝒉𝒖𝒈𝒂

[theyluvivi]

fingersucking...

sub!chris.

"M-mommy—" He moans, low and whiney. Your hand comes up to cover his mouth, "Shhh, you gotta be quiet, Baby. Don't want your brothers to hear, hmm?" He nods against your hand as another loud moan slips from his lips.

You love how loud he is, but it's different when his brothers are home or you guys aren't at your place. "Mama—" He whines, "N-need— more—"

You know he does. But you can't risk his brother's hearing.

He looks at you with puppy dog eyes, desperately trying to fuck your fist as you hold his hips down. "B-been a good boy— please—"

You can't resist him when he's like this. His back arches as you begin to stroke him again, pre cum seeping from his tip. "Fuccccck—" He rasps, getting louder by the second. "Chris." You warn sternly. He gasps, "M-m'- sorry mama— it just feelsso—" He bucks into your fist, "G-good!"

He's so loud, and you really, really can't even stomach the thought of his brother's catching you guys... but he looks so pretty. Sounds so pretty. And your fingers are right there, brushing his lips.

Glossy eyes, meet yours as you part his lips with your thumb. "Mama—" You shush him, slipping two of your fingers in his mouth. "You wanna cum, don't you, Sweetheart?"

He hums around your fingers. "Gotta keep you quiet, you can suck them for me, can't you?" He nods, his tongue swirling around your fingers.

Your hand speeds up, and you're mesmerized by the sight of his eyes rolling back, hands gripping at the sheets. The feeling of his tongue, the sounds of it around your fingers driving you crazy.

You can't help if you push them deeper to watch him gag.

"Mhfn...c-cum— mama—" He says around your fingers, "C-can I—"

You shove your fingers even deeper, smiling at the tears falling down his cheeks. "Mhm, of course, Baby."

That's all he needs to let go. Thrusting into your fist like there's no tomorrow as white spurts paint his stomach and your hand.

"Thankyoumama..." He slurs.

˚₊‧ ꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚࿔

tags 𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚: @inspiredangel @whore4mattsturniolo @domizmez @sosasturns @drewswife @strnilolover @oopsiedaisydeer @t0riiiis @sturniolosrtewsexy @courta13 @luckysouls @mattslilies @sturns-mermaid @bluetalia @pair-of-pantaloons @y2kstarr @mattswifeyy @mattsleftball @bee-43 @ambi-squirrelly @wastelandzella @applecidersturniolo @riasturns

a/n: chris btw

[etherealsturn]

just lay there and look pretty for me — m.s

ⓘ oneshot ᛫ smut with little to no plot ᛫ lowercase intended ₊˚⊹

⟢ english isn't my first language // this wasn't as good as i envisioned, but oh my gosh thank u sm for all the love on my last two fics! love u tons 𖹭 //

⟢ bsf!matt x reader // your best friend going down on you //

⟢ ≈ 800 words //

“wait what?” matt blinked at you when you told him that you never had anyone go down on you. “you've never...” he trailed off, trying to find the right word. “received?” confusion was evident in his tone since he thought you had done almost everything—not because he thinks you hook up a ton. but because he finds you attractive, more than a best friend should, and in his eyes it was confusing how no guy had done it yet.

you nodded slowly, slightly embarrassed that you were putting it out in the open. still, it was matt you were telling it to so that took away from the shyness.

“well, that's a surprise.” matt muttered, shifting on the bed beside you as his eyes bore into yours. “so is it like... you don't want to or something? 'cause i don't think any guy would refuse-” he paused, finding his own words quite crude. “ugh what am i saying?” he groaned quietly in embarrassment.

“don't worry, i get what you mean—you think i'm hot.” you teased, laughing heartily when he shoved you to the side.

“that's not what I mean.” he mumbled defensively as he looked away, crossing his arms. a soft flush creeped up his face as he felt his cheeks grow hot from embarrassment.

“well to answer your question, it was more on my side than anything... i just didn't feel comfortable letting anyone do that you know?” you said, making matt turn back to you as he nodded slightly in understanding, uncrossing his arms.

“so if it's me... would you be comfortable then?” the words left his mouth before he could stop them, causing both of you to freeze up. matt looked equally as surprised as you, as if he wasn't the one that said it.

“that's- um...” you blinked at him confused and surprised, also kinda turned on for some odd reason—well, not so odd since your hot best friend was asking you if you'd be alright if he ate you out. “yeah, i guess.” you mumbled, feeling your cheeks heat up.

what is even happening?

before you could even register the fact that matt, your best friend, was more than willing to give you oral sex, he was already in between your legs with both your pants and underwear off, staring at your core hungrily before diving in without warning.

you let out a surprised gasp, your hands immediately flying to his head to clutch onto his hair as your hips jolted when he flicked his tongue rapidly over your clit. your head fell back against your pillow, a small cry ripping from your throat.

“matt, ffuck-- s-slow down.” you whimpered, needy moans falling easily from your lips. your breathing was getting more and more ragged and shallow as matt feasted on you like he was starving. his tongue prodded at your entrance before going back to circling your clit.

his tongue lapped at your clit a little gentler and slower this time—per your request. he pulled away just to mumble hoarsely, “just lay there and look pretty for me,” before diving back in again, eating you out like your pussy was the most delicious thing ever.

you let out a broken moan when he slowly eased two long digits in your dripping pussy, curling them upwards and hitting your sweet spot, causing your whole body to seize up in pleasure.

your back arched when he closed his lips around your clit, sucking on the sensitive bundle of nerves as he fingered your greedy cunt, gradually picking up pace and eliciting more desperate sounds from you.

“y'taste soo good.” matt moaned against your folds, causing you to shudder in pleasure due to the vibrations against your sensitive flesh. “so fucking good.” matt mumbled, more to himself than to you, as he continued to suck and lick your core.

your hips moved in time with his fingers, grinding against his face as your breathing grew more shallow, hitching here and there. matt immediately knew that you were close to coming undone and redoubled his efforts, his fingers pumping faster and curling more as his tongue focused solely on your sensitive clit.

“oh! fuuuckk--” you let out a drawn out moan as you came all over his face. your hands pulled his hair almost painfully, making him moan against your pussy. your hips bucked against his face, eyes shut tightly, brows knitted together and mouth open in a silent scream as you rode out your blissful orgasm.

matt lapped up your release like it was his favourite ice cream before slowly lifting his face up when he felt your body start to relax, small tremors running down your body as the last wave of pleasure left you.

as you caught your breath, eyes still closed and chest heaving, matt decided then and there that he was more than willing to help you become more experienced when it comes to bedroom activities.

he's your best friend, after all.

──── ⟢ @hearts4werka @courta13 @delilahsturniolo @strnilolover @grace-sturnz @malsmind @tits4matt @ilovenettspend @sturns-mermaid @gluessong

© etherealsturn

[malsmind]

he knew tonight was too much for him

when matt got home, the aching erection that was pressing against his jeans was too hard to ignore. what happened at your dorm wasn't supposed to happen, he hadn't planned it. it was bad enough he let it happen, even gave in to you when you kissed him. luckily, he kept his cold act up enough to not reveal anything about his real feelings towards you. he rushed into his room, his brothers already sound asleep. he didn't even know how they got home before he did, but he couldn't care less right now. he needed to take care of his little problem right now.

matt flopped down on his bed and immediately pulled out his phone and opened the folder where he had saved all the screenshots and screen recordings he had obtained after hacking into your phone. he scrolled through the images, and his eyes landed on a particularly juicy video. in it, you were touching yourself. he thanked god every single day for the perfect timing he had when he hacked into your phone the night it happened, screen recording the pretty little noises that left your lips, the wet sounds from your fingers playing with your pussy, and the pretty face you made when your orgasm hit you. matt's heart started racing as he imagined himself in your place. imagining it was him giving you that pleasure. his fingers pumping in and out of your needy hole, tumb circling your clit.

he could almost feel your smooth skin, taste your sweet arousal when he imagined his tongue working on you. he took a deep breath, and his hand moved down to his own pants as he began to unbutton them. your moans rang in his ears like a sweet melody, he couldn't resist anymore. he slid his hand inside his pants, wrapping his fingers around his throbbing member, and started stroking it in time with the video. "fuck..." he breathed out, his movement quick, desperate as he watched the video over and over again, imagining himself touching you instead of your own fingers.

images of tonight replayed in his head. the heat of your body pressed up to his in the shed at the party, your teasing, the cocky tone in your voice. but mostly, the way your confidence crumbled when you didn't get what you wanted. it drove him crazy, made him feel some sort of power that he had over you with acting so cold towards you, letting you squirm and chase for his attention.

he fisted his cock, biting down on his lip to prevent his noises to get out of control, not wanting to wake his brothers up. the noise of your fingers moving in and our of your wet arousal mixed with the small whimpers leaving your lips as you approached your high made his dick twich in his hand, his lip hurting from how hard he was biting down on it.

"oh, fuck... y/n-" he moaned. the sight of you touching yourself was so arousing that matt couldn't hold back his climax any longer.

"shiiiit..." with a low groan, muffled by his lips that pressed together to prevent the volume of his noises, his orgasm washed over him, his release dripping down his hands, onto his lower stomach, panting heavily. his orgasm was in perfect sync with yours in the video, making a small, proud grin form on his face. one day, he'd make it happen in real life. he knew he couldn't keep his act up forever, but for now, he was fine with playing this game with you, taking what he had gathered for times like this. he laid there, his chest heaving with satisfaction.

a small blurb for this chapter

dividers by @bernardsbendystraws <3

[sagesturns]

Breathing Through It

The warm, late afternoon sun poured in through the kitchen windows, casting a gentle golden glow across the counter. The room was very quiet, almost too still, like when someone you care about has been away for ages. You sat on a kitchen stool, holding a warm mug of tea, absentmindedly scrolling through your phone, lost in thought. Just then, the door opened with a loud creak, and Matt stepped inside, changing the room's atmosphere. He carried with him the earthy scent of the outdoors—perhaps a trace of rain in the air or the lingering smell from his van, both familiar and comforting. 

However, his usual relaxed energy was missing. His eyebrows were pinched together, and his gaze seemed distant, as if his mind was somewhere else, not entirely present but not completely elsewhere either.

"Hi," you said gently, trying not to bother him too much. He didn't reply right away. He kicked off his shoes at the door harder than usual, creating a soft thud in the quiet room. You watched him in the kitchen, noticing his sharp and tense movements, like he didn't quite fit there today.

 "Was it a long day?" you asked softly, hoping to let him talk when he was ready. "Yeah," he answered, sounding a bit worn out, not angry but something deeper.

 "I just feel like... everything's... I don't know. It's like I'm out of breath just from living, you know?"

You tilted your head, hoping to catch Matt's eyes, but he kept looking out the window. It was as if he thought he might find answers in the fading light outside. His shoulders were tight, and he looked on edge, like a spring ready to burst. You quietly rose from your seat, leaving the tea on the table, and approached him. You didn't ask what was wrong again, already knowing he wasn't ready to share. Instead, your hand rested softly on his lower back as you drew small, soothing circles with your fingers.

"Hey," you whispered softly, "I'm here for you. Whatever you need, I'm here." Matt breathed out slowly, but it seemed like he was keeping something inside. You sensed he was struggling between wanting to be alone with his thoughts and finding comfort in your presence, without you pressing him to talk about it. You could tell he was caught between wanting to be alone in his frustration and seeking comfort in the warmth you offered without asking too much of him.

"Everything is just too much," he finally admitted, speaking softly. He seemed smaller and more vulnerable than usual. "There's this constant pressure, and I can't breathe. I just want it to stop."

You stood up quietly, leaving the tea behind, and made your way over to him. You didn’t ask again what was wrong because you knew he wasn’t ready to say it. Instead, you gently rested your hand on his lower back, letting your fingers trace small, soothing circles.

“Hey,” you whispered, “I’m here. Whatever you need, you’ve got it.”

He turned to look at you, his eyes searching yours for something—maybe answers, maybe the okay to show his feelings. His jaw was tense, but there was a fragile side to him that you hadn't seen in a while. As your thumb gently brushed across his cheek, his eyes softened, and it was as if you were treasuring this calm moment with him.

"I can't imagine what I'd do without you, sweetheart" Matt finally said. His voice was low, filled with gratitude and a deeper, raw emotion. It wasn't a plea; it was more like a gentle confession that could unexpectedly touch your heart. You smiled warmly, feeling a comforting sensation spread from your chest to your fingertips. You cradled his face softly and planted a gentle kiss on his forehead. "You'll never have to find out," you replied confidently. "We're in this together."

Matt let out another breath, but this time it was slow and deliberate. With each breath, you noticed the tension in him easing away. The room seemed to change, feeling somehow lighter even as the evening shadows grew longer across the floor. You held him close, letting him rest in your embrace for a few moments, simply breathing alongside him.

The passage of time or unspoken frustrations no longer mattered. In that peaceful moment, nothing else existed but the comforting space between the two of you. For a fleeting moment, Matt allowed himself to release his worries. He rested his head on your chest, finding reassurance in the steady rhythm of your breathing, like a calming heartbeat making everything feel alright again.

“I’ve got this anxious feeling, but it goes away for a minute when I’m with you... breathing.”

In your arms, everything felt calm again. Everything was okay.

🏷️ : @sweetshuga @strnilolover @sturnmeovr @marrykisskilled

©sagesturns

[m11rx]

favorite part of the day

[mattsmedusa]

✎ 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦 ✯ 𝐦.𝐬

"fuuckk-- thaat’s right baby–haah-mmfh, keep–mmh–quiet fo’me." matt grunted quietly into your ear as he fucked you into the bed, his words sending shivers down your spine. his fingers dug into your cheek as his palm kept you silenced — which surprisingly worked well given your loud moans of pleasure.

his cock rammed into you rapidly, eliciting wet squelches from your weeping cunt. the bed creaked underneath you due to his unrelenting pace and the sheer strength he put into railing you.

each slam almost stole your breath away.

your gasps and squeals of pleasure were muffled behind his hand, eyes threatening to roll back every time his tip slammed into your g-spot or cervix.

you were nearing your third orgasm rather quickly.

"oh, you’re gonna cum for daddy aren’t you?" matt hissed, feeling your inner walls milk his cock in quick flutters. "c’mon, give it to me, fucking cum all over my cock baby." he whispered as his hand that held your hip dropped down to pinch and roll your clit between his fingers — immediately bringing you over the edge.

your eyes rolled back as tears ran down the sides of your face, your back arching and hands scrambling to push his hand – which still toyed with your oversensitized clit – away. your body jerked and twitched with intense aftershocks.

matt finally slowed down his thrusts for a brief second, letting you catch your breath before he was back to pounding into your quivering pussy.

after a few minutes of relentless fucking, he finally pulled out, but before you could gather your thoughts, he flipped you onto your stomach and held your hips in place before slamming deep inside in one swift motion, biting his lips not to moan out loud.

you weren’t given time to think, hence leaving your mind blank — only filled with the intense pleasure matt was providing you.

you moaned loudly into the bed, completely forgetting that his brothers were in the living room just a few feet away. his cock hit every sweet spot perfectly in this angle, making you squirm and try to move away, your hands going back and pushing at his hips in a futile attempt to stop him down even though you didn’t want him to actually stop.

the pleasure was too much — too good.

matt chuckled breathlessly at your halfhearted attempt to push his hips away, his hands gripping your hips and waist tighter to prevent you from moving away as his pelvis slammed against your ass with obscene slapping sounds. He knew you could say the safe word if you were too overwhelmed, but he also knew that you could take it.

"aw, where do you think you’re going sweetheart? i still haven’t cum yet — we’re not done." matt rasped, his cock pistoning in and out of you – somehow – faster than before, hitting spots that made you see stars.

you were in for a night.

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𝐰𝐜. 𝟒𝟖𝟒

[𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞! 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐞!]

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© 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐬𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐮𝐬𝐚

[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

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— 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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[sweetshuga]

MS ✰ String you out ✧ CS

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Warnings⚠︎ Smut!, Suggestive remarks!, strong language!, threesome!, size kink, lowkey breeding kink, pet names, p in v, dp, unprotected sex (do not), oral (m! receiving), squirting, vibe, slight intoxication (but full consent), etc.

Word count. 3k

Note. English is not my first language! Not proofread!

Psa. Matt refers to reader as "pretty" and Chris refers to reader as "ma", just so you don't get confused with the dialogues.

Sum. Everything goes south when you show up at the campus Halloween party in a tiny black witch costume; becoming their prey for the night.

You weren’t prepared when your best friend came knocking at your door with a big duffle bag, trying to convince you to come to the annual Halloween party, but you had already decided to stay in your dorm room and continue doing your assignments.

"C’mon, don’t be like that, I even bought us matching costumes," she stepped inside, letting you close the door behind her. "I can help you do your make-up, please?" Your friend begged, plopping down on your bed. You sighed and rubbed your temple, "I told you already, I’m not going, that Halloween party will probably be just like a frat one and you know how I am about frat parties."

Your friend crossed her arms with raised eyebrows, "no, it won’t be like a frat party, but I guess there’ll be those fraternity guys there since you know... Campus party, everyone’s gonna be there–" you cut her off, "except for me," causing her to collapse back onto your bed.

"Pretty please?" She pleaded again, jutting her bottom lip out dramatically, making you laugh. "No, like I said–" she cut you off with a groan, "c’mooon, Halloween happens only once a year..." her voice trailed off as a grin made its way onto her lips, "if you go this once, I won’t bug you again, like I promise I won’t ask you to come to frat parties with me."

You couldn’t help but be tempted with the deal, clearing your throat as you looked at her, "you serious?" She nodded vigorously, "yeah, I am, I am dead serious, so? will you?" You sighed and nodded, eliciting a happy "yay" from her.

She immediately spilled the contents from her huge duffel bag, tons of make-up products and two matching witch costumes. You picked one up, inspecting it. The costume was incredibly short and could almost pass off as a long shirt.

"Are you serious? This is what you picked?" She gave you a deadpanned look, "it’s Halloween! You know what they say, the only time of the year to be as slutty as you want." She nudged your arm, grinning, "plus I bet guys would go nuts when they see you in this."

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Your friend helped you with your make-up, and as you looked in the mirror, you felt like you were someone else, in a good way. The costume was short, but it made you feel a bit more confident than usual. The black heel boots you had lying around – that you’ve been wanting to wear for so long – seemed to match the vibe of the dress.

The long sleeves and overall style of the costume had already started to grow on you. "Not too bad," you said as you curled your hair, "yeah? told you so," your friend grinned triumphantly, making you roll your eyes in a playful manner.

The moment you arrived at the party, your ears immediately rang at the loud music, "fuck, why is it so loud here?" you shouted to your friend, trying to get your words across the short distance, but the music drowned out your voice.

"It’s always this loud, you’re just not used to it, c’mon, let’s get drinks!" She dragged you towards the table of drinks, expertly weaving through the crowd. Alcohols that you didn’t even know the names of were stacked in an oddly neat way along with soft drinks, water and way too many solo cups.

A girl standing by the table, dressed as the grinch, offered to make you and your friend drinks, halloween specials. As you were sipping on your drink, you noticed a pair of guys, almost identical looking.

"Holy fuck, you know who they are?" you nudged your friend, jerking your head at the direction of the guys dressed as vampires. She followed your gaze and looked at them, "yeah?" she chuckled, "you don’t?" Shaking your head as you kept your gaze on the guys, unable to take it off of them.

"Of course you don’t, you’re always buried in schoolwork," she clicked her tongue, "they’re quite famous around campus you know?" You let out a huff, taking another big gulp of your drink, groaning at the burn of the mixed alcohols. "So? Who are they?"

"The one with the cap is Chris and the one that doesn’t have a cap is Matt, obviously, they’re identical triplets, but I don’t think Nick’s here today." You let out an "oh" sound of understanding before you took another sip of your drink.

"Heard they got a bro code or whatnot, like they wouldn’t hit the same girl," your friend shrugged, telling you all she knew about them, "yeah... couldn’t care less, c’mon let’s just dance or something," you said pulling your friend away from the table of drinks and onto the dance floor. You couldn’t help but feel interested despite your words.

After one too many drinks and a few stolen glances later, you found yourself in a bathroom, two pairs of hands roaming over your body while you shared a kiss with one of the guys—the one with the cap.

The other one kissed your neck, trailing it down to your collarbone and leaving love bites there before going back to your neck. The one with the cap broke the kiss, "you know our names ma?" He breathed out, "uh... you’re Chris, and he’s Matt, right?" you asked hesitantly, the slight intoxication making your mind a jumbled up mess.

"Mhm—bingo, pretty," Matt whispered, his lips grazing just under your earlobe, causing a shiver to run down your spine. Butterflies swarmed in your stomach as they continued to kiss and caress your body, your body reacting to every word and touch from them, making their faces light up with smirks.

Their fake fangs nipped at your skin, causing you to gasp softly each time. "Say, let’s go to a more comfortable place?" Chris suggested, "Yeah, can’t really do much in a bathroom," Matt chuckled as he added.

They led you out of the bathroom and weaved through the crowd of people dancing. You tried to find your friend to tell her you were going but you couldn't find her in the crowd. Suddenly, you got a message and a photo from her apologizing saying that she was gonna head home with her boyfriend since it was getting late. How convenient.

You sighed and let the guys lead you out of the party, your costume rode up ever so slightly as you tried to balance on the heel boots in your slightly tipsy state. You were very much aware of your surroundings and the two fellas, dressed as vampires, leading you towards their car.

"Where are we going?" You asked, a bit puzzled but willing. Matt and Chris both chuckled in unison at your confused state, "oh yeah, we’re gonna go to our place, you mind?" Chris asked as he looked back at you, "I mean, if you don’t feel comfortable with that, we could always hit up a hotel," Matt shrugged.

You hummed, looking back and forth between them before making your decision, "no, yeah, i’m good with your place," they both visibly relaxed and grinned, "alright then, hop in, pretty," Matt said as he opened the backseat door.

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The drive to their place was fairly fast, accompanied by small talks and laughter, but that quickly turned into heated kisses and breathy moans once you got inside their house. Stumbling into one of their rooms, they started to strip you out of the skimpy costume.

Gently pushing you on the bed before they started to strip themselves, your gaze raked over their bodies as you waited on the bed, biting your lip in anticipation. Once they were matching you in nakedness, they sat on either side of you, starting to lavish attention to your body once again.

"Fuck, you’re so beautiful ma, so fucking beautiful," Chris murmured against the swell of your breast, "mhm... so pretty" Matt whispered an agreement in your ear before kissing along your jawline, his hand caressing your body, slowing inching down to cup your mound.

You hissed softly when his fingers made in contact with your swollen clit, slick with arousal, and throbbing for attention. The brothers quickly picked up on your growing need and desperation as they saw just how wet you had become.

Your folds glistened in the dim light of the bedside lamp, the obvious need evident in your tone when Chris plunged a finger inside your tight heat. "Fu—ck," you moaned softly, your breathing a lot more ragged now that he was moving his digit in and out of you, slipping in a second finger and smirking at how you seemed to suck in his fingers.

"Someone’s eager," Matt chuckled, his voice a bit deeper than usual, betraying his arousal. The pads of his fingers started to circle your sensitive bundle of nerves, eliciting slightly louder moans from you.

The feeling was already so pleasurable, and you didn’t know if it was the alcohol making you feel more than usual or just the brothers themselves, either way you knew you were incredibly turned on.

They adjusted your position, easily manhandling you, but their touch was gentle– almost tender if you will. The new position gave them more to work with. You were on your hands and knees and they stood on their knees on either side of you, still squeezing and caressing every inch of skin they could touch.

They were big – huge even – it made you feel a bit nervous. They were easily 10", and who knows how thick, standing tall and proud. You gulped softly when Chris gripped your hip with one hand and led his length towards your aching pussy. The tip of his cock slid up and down your slit, making you whine and push back against him.

They chuckled at your needy gestures and sounds, "you’re so responsive ma, ’s intoxicating," Chris emphasized his words with a slap on your ass, causing you to jolt and whine, his hand gently caressing the reddening skin.

Matt, being the one in front of you, caressed your cheek and made you look up at him by lifting your face by your jaw. Smirking when he saw the desperation in your eyes, "what’s up pretty? Can’t handle a little teasing?" He spoke with faux sympathy, making you all the more desperate.

Before you could open your mouth to speak, you felt the sudden stretch, causing you to move forward—trying to get away from the sensation, only to be held in place by two pairs of hands. Chris clicked his tongue, "relax ma," his hands squeezed your ass, sinking his fingers in your plush flesh as he moved forward, filling you completely.

"Oh fu—ck, Chris too big–" your moans got muffled when Matt fed you his length, groaning at the sensation of your mouth on him and the vibrations from your moans as Chris took you from behind.

Chris’ pupils dilated when he saw the way your ass recoiled against his hips with each deep and slow thrust, he gripped your hips tighter and surged forward with increasing fervor. The force of it pushed you forward, each thrust making you involuntarily deepthroat Matt, making them both groan at the pleasure.

Chris suddenly pulled out, and stood up, "I think I’ve got something nice." Matt chuckled when he understood what Chris implied and pulled out of your mouth with a wet pop. You looked at them confused, feeling empty and still aching with need.

A few minutes later, Chris came back with a vibrator and a bottle of lube in hand. You blinked rapidly as your gaze flickered between the brothers, making them chuckle, "don’t worry pretty, we’ll make you feel good, ’promise." Chris sat on the bed behind you, getting in position again.

"Alright ma, up," he playfully slapped your ass before helping you back in the position you were in moments ago, but this time you were facing Chris with Matt behind you. Your moans filled the room once again when Matt entered you, stretching you deliciously.

Your moans were quickly muffled by Chris’ cock, which you eagerly let in your mouth, and the pleasure was already bordering on too much. Your body tensed when you felt vibrations on your clit. Matt groaned loudly when he felt you clench around him like a vice, his hips picking up pace in response.

Your moans vibrated around Chris’ shaft, making him buck his hips faster, fucking your mouth as he gripped your hair in a makeshift ponytail. Your eyes rolled back briefly as Matt hit that spot deep within you, the one that made sparks dance behind your eyes, the one that made you moan louder.

The vibrations of the vibe increased, making your legs shake as you tried to ground yourself from the intense pleasure that you wondered if you could take any more of. That was when Matt held you by your waist and started to target a specific spot—your g-spot.

The feeling of him hitting your g-spot with such precision and the vibrator doing its job on your throbbing clit, made you squirm, trying to get away from the intensity of it all, but their hands kept you in place. With a loud muffled moan you squirted, unable to warn them due to Chris’ cock in your mouth. The brothers let out breathy chuckles when they saw the mess you were making, but didn’t stop nevertheless.

They followed you soon after, their releases filling up your holes. You couldn’t even keep yourself steady on your legs and arms anymore, it was all threatening to buckle under you any second.

Carefully, they laid you down, and seeing the wrecked state you were in just seemed to fuel their desires further. Their semi-hard lengths hardened once more as they gazed down at you. Your disheveled hair, the hickeys adorning your body, Matt’s release trickling out of you and Chris’ dripping down your chin.

Matt’s hand came up to caress your side, causing a breathy sigh to escape your lips, "you think you can go one more round pretty?" Chris chuckled softly, "mhm—ma, don’t think we can get enough of you, think you can take us both?"

"Both? like at the same time?" you whispered, your voice already hoarse from overuse. They nodded, chuckling as they helped you into a sitting position, "yeah, we’ve got lube, but it’s fine if you’re not up for it, pretty—" you cut him off, "well, I don’t mind, i mean... if it can fit that is..." your voice trailed off as you looked down at their laps.

"Don’t worry, ma, we’ll make it fit," is all you heard before they got in position. Matt laying with you on top of him and Chris behind you. The pop of the lube cap made your body shiver in anticipation, the mildly cold oil jolting every nerve as it ran down your slit, making you shudder.

Matt slowly pushed inside, eliciting a soft moan from you, and as you finally adjusted to his size, Chris nudged himself on your already full pussy. "Shh— ’s alright, pretty, just relax," Matt cooed from under you, his arms holding you in place as Chris entered you from behind. You squirmed under their touch, moaning loudly, and the stretch being too much, too big.

Chris grunted at the tightness as he pushed inside, stilling when he bottomed out inside you, "shit ma, so fuckin’ tight," he hissed through his teeth. Matt chuckled, his voice huskier, "yeah, you like how we stretch you, pretty? how fuckin’ big we are?" You could only mumble a "yes" that sounded more like a whimper.

They let you adjust to their sizes—the fullness and the stretch. Their hands caressed your body soothingly, whispering sweet nothings in your ears, and kissing your shoulders and neck.

You finally relaxed around them, moaning softly at the sudden pang of pleasure from being filled to the brim. Your pleasure didn’t go unnoticed by Matt and Chris, chuckling to themselves as they started to move. Your world blurred as you felt an immense pleasure you’ve never felt before.

Your body moved on its own, meeting their thrusts, wanting more of that delicious feeling. And all that only made them move faster – harder – thrusting into you with renewed fervor. Your hands clutched whatever you could hold, grounding yourself so you wouldn’t get consumed by the pleasure.

"Fu—ck pretty, so fuckin’ tight," Chris mumbled an agreement, both of them holding you in place as they took what they wanted. You could only hold on, and moan for them. "Shit, gonna fill you up so good— swell you with my cum, ma," Chris groaned, "Yeah, fuck— you ready for us pretty?" Matt added, muffling his sounds of pleasure on your shoulder.

You mumbled a plea for them to cum inside you—to which they gladly did, groaning and moaning as they filled you up. Their combined release spilled out from the sides, making a mess.

Gently pulling out from your well-used hole, their chests heaved with exertion. In spite of their softening cocks, they couldn’t help the feral, almost animalistic, feeling when they saw the sight of their mixed release trickling out of your pussy.

They both groaned under their breaths before exchanging knowing glances, a silent conversation between them, and slowly alerting you about their insatiable desires for you. "You okay, pretty?" Matt’s hand caressed your cheek while Chris squeezed your ass, "we’re not done with you ma, not by a long shot."

They chuckled as they saw you look at them surprised, but didn’t protest or say no, instead pulled them closer – a silent plea for more. "We’re gonna fuck this pussy so good," Matt whispered in your ear, "and fill you up with our spend until you swell with our babies," Chris added, whispering in your other ear.

Their words were filled with promises, and that alone made you feel immense pleasure, a need for more.

The next morning, you woke up with a bad headache, and sore all over. It wasn’t a surprise that you had a hangover but it was a surprise when you became aware of your surroundings. You were in an unknown room, entangled with not one, but two guys. It didn’t help that they were brothers, identical brothers.

"Heard they got a bro code or whatnot, like they wouldn’t hit the same girl." Your friend’s words echoed in your head. Guess it wasn’t true after all, their bro code.

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Isa's notes. I've never written a Chratt fic before, or anything with two love interests, or a threesome in that matter so like... my bad if it's shit.

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[theyluvivi]

i need fuckgirl reader to get her revenge...

CAUSE MATT WTF??

PT2 TO THIS!

♬.ᐟ playing: SORRY NOT SORRY by tyler, the creator.

You didn't do it on purpose.

You're not that evil.

If you knew that Nate was Matt's best friend or was a part of his frat, you wouldn't have have fucked him. Especially if you knew that he was gonna go around telling your business.

You hadn't heard from Matt in weeks. After he left your apartment after the argument you guys had over the whole....thing that he did.

You forgot how good it felt to not be stressed.

And then, when you woke up this morning, you could barely unlock your phone, the thousands of notifications that you got from Matt making your phone unusable.

You were confused, to say the least. You weren't even going to read his messages. Today was the day you had no classes. You didn't wanna ruin that with whatever he was trying to tell you.

Then, when you were going through your notifications, it clicked. Why Nate seemed familiar, why his cologne had no trouble making home in your system.

You yawned and powered your phone off, later problem.

You were having a chill day. Dancing and singing along to the song playing from your speaker—You were in the middle of making chocolate chips cookies... then remembered you had no chocolate chips. So now you're dancing around and eating raw cookie dough as you wait for your Instacart delivery.

You always check the peephole, always, always. Never knowing which one of your crazy exes could be on your doorstep, so you don't know why you didn't today.

Your mouth opens and closes as your eyes meet with the sight of Matt standing on your welcome mat.

He invites himself in. Not immediately yelling at you whenever you open the door like he usually does when you guys have arguments.

"Uh..." You close the door, jumping slightly when you see he's just staring at you.

There's something about him that's.. off. His usual tough demeanor has cracks in it, no matter how many tattoos he has on his body.

It's hot.

"Matt—" He interrupts, "Why'd you do it?"

"Huh?" You're confused. Not about what he's talking about, about why the hell he's not calling you a whore. "I.. I know I pissed you off n' all..." His gaze falls to his feet. "But Nate— he—"

"Sorry." You swear you hear, you blink at him. "I shouldn't have... y'know... fucked a girl in your bed."

An apology from Matt. It's not the most sincere one... but an apology. Oh, you must've died and went to heaven.

Matt has never been like this in the time you've him. Hands shaking, refusing eye contact, apologizing... you have to ignore the ache between your legs.

"You're... sorry?" You question softly, attempting to not scare him off. "....yeah...uh sorry for calling you a bitch...a slut...a—" The giggle you let out makes you lock eyes. "You talked to Nick about this, huh?"

He nods nervously. An emotion you didn't know Matt could feel.

You almost say it's okay, then remember what he did. You step closer, taking his hands and intertwining your fingers. "Sorry for fucking the guy I didn't know who was your best friend."

His usual grin is back on his face. "Yeah?"

"That girl hates me like it's her job. You're lucky I'm letting you slide."

"Why?"

"Cause I stole her boyfriend."

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a/n: SHE SORTA KINDA GOT HER REVENGE but like guys they're toxic4toxic, freak4freak... she not letting him go

[bsturnzmtts]

Innocent touches

From older bf! Matt x sweetheart! Reader au

Contains/warnings: dry humping, innocent! virgin! Reader, making out, pet names, readers first orgasm

It all started innocently, the two of you curled up on the couch watching a movie. Your head rested on Matt’s shoulder, his arm wrapped securely around you. It was cozy, comforting until Matt’s gaze drifted down to you.

You were wearing those soft, pink pajama shorts and that little matching top that always drove him crazy, even though you didn’t mean for it to. He tried to keep his focus on the screen, but the way your hand absentmindedly traced patterns on his knee wasn’t helping.

Before he knew it, he tilted your chin up and kissed you. What started as sweet and slow quickly turned into you straddling his lap, making out intensely. The movie was completely forgotten, his hands resting firmly on your hips as he held you close.

Matt's grip tightened on your hips as the kiss deepened, his body responding eagerly to your closeness. His hands slide up from your hips, trailing gently along your sides and eliciting a shiver from you. He grins slightly, pleased by your reaction, and pauses briefly to admire you. “You look so good sweetheart.” He leans in, his lips hovering just inches from yours, his breath mingling with your own. "You drive me crazy," he murmurs, his voice low and husky, before attacking your lips again.

“Mmh” you let out small whimpers as you kiss him back. You're a little nervous, you guys haven’t done anything like this before.

Matt kisses you back just as passionately, his arms wrapping around you in a tight embrace. He notices your whimpers and it only makes him more determined to make you feel good. Matt breaks the kiss. He reaches up to gently brush a strand of hair behind your ear, his thumb tracing the curve of your jaw. "It's okay, baby, just kiss me.”

You nod, your face almost a shade of red as you do as he says.

Matt smiles softly as he sees your blush, finding it adorable. His thumb gently tilts your chin up so he can deepen the kiss. His hands slowly slide down to your waist, his touch gentle and reassuring.

Matt's body responds to your closeness and the intensity of the kiss. A noticeable bulge begins to form in his pants, growing with each passing moment. He tries to hide it slightly, not wanting to intimidate you, but the evidence of his arousal is clear. Luckily you don’t notice at first.

His hands guide your hips in slow, gentle movements against his growing erection. He knows he might be crossing a line, but he can't help it. The friction feels amazing. His kisses become more urgent, his breathing heavier as he fights the urge to grind harder against you. "God, you feel so good,"

A wet patch starts forming on your shorts, your breathing starts to fasten. You’ve never felt this way before. “Mmmh M-Matt…”

Matt feels the wetness spreading on your shorts and it sends a jolt of excitement through him. He gently moves your hips, not wanting to overwhelm you. "Shh, it's okay sweetheart, we don’t have to actually do anything… let’s just keep doing this.” he soothes, his lips brushing your ear as he speaks.

You let this new sensation take control. Small whimpers and moans escape your mouth as you hide your face in the crook of his neck.

Matt's breath catches in his throat as he feels your warm breath against his neck and hears your innocent yet incredibly sexy moans. His fingers dig into your hips slightly, losing control as he feels you getting more turned on against him.

“Mh hmm Matt”

“Dammit, you can't make those noises… it's too much," he groans, his hips bucking gently against yours as he tries to get more friction. He looks down, noticing the dark wet spot spreading on your shorts, "You're getting wetter…" He tilts your head up so he can see your face. “Look at me sweetheart.”

Your face is completely flushed, you’re trying your best to quiet down your moans and whimpers.

Matt's eyes darken with desire as he takes in your flushed face, the way your lips are parted and swollen from kissing, and the quiet whimpers still escaping you. "Fuck.” He leans in, capturing your lips in a messy, desperate kiss as he continues to grind against you slowly.

Matt's hands slide up your back, arching you closer to him as he continues the rhythm against you. Your soft noises and the feel of your getting wetter through your shorts are driving him crazy. He breaks the kiss to trail his lips down your neck.

“Mh Matt… it feels so good.” You let out as you lean your head back giving him more space.

"So fucking good," he agrees, his teeth gently scraping against your neck as he kisses and sucks at your sensitive skin. His free hand reaches up to gently tug at your hair, pulling your head back further to give him better access to your neck. "You're so fucking wet for me," he whispers, his voice strained with need.

You feel an unfamiliar knot forming on your stomach. You start moaning more as that feeling gets stronger.

Matt can feel your body tensing under his touch, the way your hips are pushing back against his. He wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you even closer as he continues to rub against you through the thin fabric of your shorts. "Look at me,"

“Ahh fuck Matt I- I-”

Matt's eyes snap up to your face, seeing the look of pure pleasure and confusion on it. He knows you're close, so he leans in, kissing you deeply as he grinds against you harder, wanting to push you over the edge. "It's okay, just let go,"

“Oh god Matt… mmh” you moan desperately as you cum.

Matt feels your body shudder and tremble against his as your orgasm crashes over you, your moans vibrating against his lips. He holds you tightly, letting you ride out the waves of pleasure, his own arousal pulsing urgently but ignored in favor of ensuring your comfort. "That's it sweetheart, you're incredible. Fuck, feeling you cum like that..."

“Matt, thank you… I’ve never felt that way.” You say a bit shyly.

Matt nuzzles your neck, inhaling your scent deeply. "You've never...?" He pulls back slightly to look at you, his brow furrowing. "You've never had an orgasm before?"

You nod and look down feeling even more nervous and shy.

Matt's eyes widen in surprise, then soften with a tender affection. He gently tilts your chin up so your eyes meet his. "Hey, don't be shy sweetheart. I'm honored to have been the one to show you that feeling."

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[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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thats a scratch yall im crying we thought he gets hoes

[mattsmedusa]

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matt sat beside you with his hand holding one of your thighs to his own while his other hand moved between your legs. his fingers slowly circled your clit through your soaked panties, gliding smoothly due to your arousal having made the cotton fabric slick. he let out a quiet groan at the feeling of your wetness coating his fingertips.

your hips twitched involuntarily, threatening to buck into his hand the more he circled your engorged nub through your panties; your clit was swollen due to being sooo turned on from the sounds and expressions of him getting a handjob.

matt gently pulled your panties to the side and touched your clit directly, eliciting a hiss from you, followed by a soft noise that sounded like a moan. a small smirk tugged at the sides of his lips, his fingers slipping lower to part your folds before teasing your entrance with the tip of his middle finger, slipping in slightly before pulling away and circling the small opening.

a whine escaped you before you could stop it.

"hm? you need something?" matt questioned innocently, as if he isn’t teasing you. your face flushed subtly, another quiet whine leaving your lips. "c’mon, matt." you barely held back from whining his name. "you-you promised to teach me, not tease me." you mumbled, looking up at him, your breath hitching when you saw the pure desire in his eyes.

matt finally stopped teasing you and slowly slid his middle finger inside, making you moan softly — quite sensitive due to being so damn turned on. "hm? sensitive aren’t you?" he chuckled, his smirk widening as his finger slid in deeper until his knuckles grazed against your cheeks.

you moaned sharply when he suddenly curled his finger, rubbing insistently against the spongy bump in your gummy walls.

"watch." he whispered, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine. "you wanted to learn, right?" he slid a second finger in — his ring finger, and started to pump them in and out of you, setting a steady rhythm.

matt made sure to curl his fingers to rub against the spot that made your eyes roll back. his breath caught in his throat when he heard the increasingly loud wet squelches from his fingers fucking your sopping cunt.

your moans were enough to make him grow hard again.

a few more minutes of his relentless fingers sent you over the edge with a loud moan, your hips bucking wildly as you felt immense pleasure that you’ve never felt before. matt’s dick jumped in his pants at the feeling of your pussy fluttering around his digits, sucking him in greedily like you wanted more.

he would be lying if he said that he didn’t wish it was his dick instead, but he wasn’t sure where you would set the line on things, and therefore, he slowly slipped his fingers out of your sated pussy and fought the urge to suck it clean as he stared down at his hand.

matt quickly shook away the thought and wiped his hand on a tissue he took from the tissue box before turning to look at you. "did you learn?" he asked, chuckling at your dazed "yeah". he wondered if you would let him fuck you, but he scrapped the thought.

maybe next time he’ll ask; if there’ll be a next time that is.

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[y3sterdaysproblem]

let me love you - matthew sturniolo

summary: your boyfriend sucks, and matt may or may not be in love with you.

warnings: pure smut, cheating, oral f!receiving, fingering, hickeys, unprotected sex.

a/n: thanks for enjoying my ghostface au! this is kind of a slow burn it’s like 1.5k words before they get freaky. yall wanted best friend matt so here you go 😇 ALSO I started writing this prior to everyone talking about no nut november sooooo …. lmk if u want smut from me still or maybe some fluff or angst cuz I am a sluuuttt for angst

wc: 6.2k

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“No!” You cry out, throwing your body backwards on the white couch you sat on, dramatically slamming the PS5 controller down next to you in defeat. “You guys teamed up on me and cheated! No fair.”

Laughter filled your ears around you, your friends and boyfriend finding your reaction hilarious.

You were at your best friend Matt’s house, along with his two brothers, your boyfriend, and a couple of other friends from high school. Nick had wanted to invite your guys’ old friend group over as it had been a while since you had all seen each other together, and so far you guys were having a blast. You’d ordered a pizza, watched a cringey movie that came out while you guys were in high school, and now were playing Mario Kart, which was never really your strong suit.

“Nobody ganged up on you, kid. You just suck,” Chris laughed from his spot next to you, bringing his phone up to take a picture of the big pout on your face.

“I hate this game,” you tell him, standing up from your spot between him and your boyfriend, getting up to go refill your red solo cup with soda. As you walk to the kitchen, you hear footsteps behind you, and you’ve been friends with everyone here long enough to know who’s creeping up behind you, so you turn around, pout still plastered on your face.

Matt laughs as soon as he makes eye contact with you, unable to hold it in. “Cmon, don’t be a sore loser,” he starts.

Your jaw drops at his comment in disbelief before you pick it up and giggle, dropping the facade. “I’m not being a sore loser,” you assure him with another laugh. “I’m thirsty and was also kind of wondering if there was any pizza left.”

Matt smiles at your change of attitude, happy you’re not actually upset with the outcome of the game, even though he would never mind trying to cheer you up. “I knew you’d want more, actually,” he moves around the table to open the fridge door. “Seemed like everyone was going crazy on the pizza so I grabbed a couple slices and put them aside for you.”

Your heart swells a bit as you walk around to join Matt by the fridge, smiling wide as he pulled out a tupperware container with a couple pieces of your favorite pizza. “Aww,” you drawl. “You know me so well, Matt. Thank you!” You take the container from him and set it on the counter before turning around and wrapping your arms around his neck, hugging him tightly.

He hugs you back with his arms around your waist for a moment before pulling away, patting your sides as he does so. “Of course, just heat it up real quick. I’m gonna run to the bathroom,” he smiles at you, turning and walking away.

You smile to yourself as you pop the tupperware into the microwave, listening to the hum of the machine while you twiddle your fingers and wait for it to heat up. As it beeps, you feel a presence sneak up behind you, hands wrapping around your waist.

You spin around with a small grin, looking up at your boyfriend looming over you. “Hi,” you say sweetly.

“Hey,” he responds, kissing your forehead. “More pizza?” His eyebrows furrow as he looks down at you.

“Yeah,” you respond, breaking free from his grasp to grab your pizza out of the microwave. “Matt put a few slices aside for me because I always eat more later.” You take a bite out of one of the slices, humming in satisfaction, looking up at your boyfriend with a small smile.

He looks down at you with a smile that doesn’t meet his eyes, watching you eat. “Didn’t you have like four pieces earlier?” He questions, raising his eyebrows slightly.

You pause chewing for a moment, furrowing your eyebrows as you look at him. “Huh?” You say, slightly garbled by the food in your mouth. You take a moment and chew what’s in your mouth, swallowing thickly before setting down your bowl, placing both hands on your hips. “Are you questioning how much I’m eating or am I hearing things?”

He crosses his arms as the smile drops off of his face. “That’s not what I mean,” he starts. “I’m just… saying you had a few pieces earlier and you just heated up like four more pieces, that’s all.”

You guys have been friends for almost ten years now, however your relationship was relatively fresh, only about seven months in, and in those ten years that you’ve known each other, you’ve never been known to eat salads or small portions. You’ve always had a faster metabolism, and a more active life, so you weren’t particularly worried about indulging in a few extra pieces of pizza during a night with some of your closest friends.

You tilt your head and narrow your eyes, arms coming up to cross over your chest. “Is this something you’d be comfortable saying in front of all of our friends?”

He scoffs and shakes his head, turning to walk away. “Don’t make this something it’s not, babe. Just a question,” he says, heading back towards the couch where the rest of your friends are.

You’re still standing there with your arms crossed, watching him sit down next to Chris, picking up a controller while he laughs about something somebody said, completely switching up his attitude like he wasn’t just trying to patrol what you were eating and how much of it.

At that moment, Matt comes back, drying his hands on his grey sweatpants, making them a bit darker on the outsides of his thighs. “How’s the pizza?” He asks with a smile, before he notices your demeanor and the pizza resting on the counter instead of in your hands. “Everything okay?”

You turn your attention to your friend, looking at him with a confused expression while you try to decipher the interaction that just happened between you and your boyfriend. “Yeah,” you say, but it isn’t a confident answer, and you sound almost confused. “Come on, let’s go sit back down,” you tell him, grabbing your bowl of reheated pizza before starting to walk back to the couch, flopping down on it aggressively, making sure everyone knew you were back.

Matt follows happily, sitting down next to you. You turn and smile at him before slinging one of your legs over his, his hand habitually landing on your knee as you did so. You two had always been the closest in the friend group, but it was always platonic, as much as some of the people in the friend group wanted you guys to end up together.

Nick came and sat on your other side, smiling at the bowl in your hand, pointing at it happily. “Secret stash?” He asked.

You nod enthusiastically, swallowing the food that was in your mouth. “Matt saved me some because he knows how much I love to eat again a few hours later.” Your tone was slightly bratty, eyes flicking over to your boyfriend who stared at you and Matt. He was clearly mad at how close the two of you were sitting, and the hand placed gently on your knee.

Nick nodded. “Oh yeah, I think we all know how much you love leftovers. I wish I could eat as much as you and still look that good,” he teased. You laughed, knowing Nick had no idea the interaction that transpired in the kitchen a few minutes ago, and his timing was just coincidentally perfect.

The night played on as usual, games continuing to play on the tv, loud chatter filling the room as you all caught up on each others’ lives, talking about how adult life takes so much time to live and leaves so little for socializing.

Soon, people started leaving, and eventually it was just the triplets, your boyfriend and yourself, all sitting on the couch as the conversation started to die out, everyone starting to become tired.

Your boyfriend stands from the couch, stretching his arms above his head, shirt riding up slightly. “I think I’m gonna head out, I’m really tired,” he says. “You want a ride home, babe?” He looks down at you where you now laid on your side, head resting on a pillow by the arm of the couch.

You look up and shoot him a quick smile, shaking your head. “I’m gonna pass out here for the night, thanks though.” You tell him. It was typical for you to stay over at the triplets’ house when you got the chance. You’ve known them the longest and grown the closest with them out of the friend group.

“Oh, you can sleep in my room!” Chris smiles at you, reaching over to grab your ankle, shaking it lightly. “I’m gonna sleep in Nick’s room.”

You sit up and laugh at Chris, nodding your head lightly. “Okay, thanks, Chris. You’re the best.”

You and Chris had an almost sibling like relationship from the start, teasing and goofing off being an essential part of your bond. They were also a little bit younger, so he was like the little brother you never had.

Your boyfriend nods and walks over to you, leaning down to kiss you quickly before straightening back out, heading towards the door. “Bye guys, thanks for hosting,” he says towards the boys before leaving, door shutting behind him.

You let out a sigh you didn’t know you were holding, looking around at the three boys around you, all comfortably sitting on the couch on their phones. You smile to yourself a bit before pushing yourself up off of the couch, causing them to look up at you.

“I’m gonna go to sleep,” you say. “Thanks for letting me sleep in your bed, Chris.”

Chris smiles up at you and nods. “Goodnight,” he says.

“Night,” you respond, starting your walk through the kitchen to get to the stairs.

Matt gets up and trails behind you, and you don’t even question it, only turning around to look at him when you’ve made it to Chris’ room. “Here to tuck me in?” You tease.

Matt laughs and shrugs, walking to sit on the edge of the bed, looking up at you as you raid the drawers to find a large t-shirt to change into for the night. “I mean I can tuck you in if you want, but I just wanted to make sure you were okay after earlier. I’m not really sure what happened but you weren’t right after that.”

You pull out an old, worn out red sox shirt and walk over to the bed, sitting down in the middle of it. You let out a sigh and stare down at your hands. “I’m okay, it’s just… you know how I was eating those last few pieces of pizza?”

Matt scoots closer to you and turns to face you, nodding his head as he did so. “Did he say something to you?” He asked curiously, head tilting a bit.

You take a deep breath and nod, letting the air out slowly and quietly while you think of what to say. “He just made a comment about how much I was eating and it kind of rubbed me the wrong way. Said I already ate a good amount earlier so I shouldn’t eat any more.”

Matt pulled his head back with a disgusted look on his face. “That’s weird. It’s no different from how you usually eat.” He said.

You just shrugged your shoulders and leaned back against the headboard. “Yeah, I know. That’s why I was so confused when he said it, it was just so out of left field. It’s not like I’ve gained weight since we’ve been together or anything either. I don’t know, Matt, he’s been weird lately. I’m not even sure if we should be together, but if we break up it’s going to make things weird between everybody and… I just don’t know.” You run your hands over your face and groan loudly, smacking your hands back down on your legs when you’re done.

Matt looks at you for a moment, trying to figure out what to say that might make things better, but his curiosity gets the better of him and he finds himself trying to dig deeper. “How is he being weird?” He inquires, sitting still in his spot in the middle of the bed.

You shake your head and look up at Matt, pursing your lips as you think. “He just… he’s not very physical with me, he barely takes me on dates and when he does, I have to ask him to take me out, his texts are so dry it hurts, and… not to be too tmi but… I’m just not very,” you blush and look down at your lap before finishing your sentence. “Satisfied.” Your voice fades off into almost a whisper.

Matt’s eyebrows raise, shocked that you confided in him about your sex life. It wasn’t the first time it had happened, but normally he didn’t know the guys you were complaining about and you could joke about it more freely. “Like… you’re not finishing?” He asks, not sure how far you’d be willing to take this conversation.

You cover your face, embarrassed, but ultimately you make eye contact through your fingers and shake your head, silently answering the question. “I do things for him every time, but I feel like he’s just using me to get off and my pleasure isn’t important. He’s never even eaten me out, just like fingered me before sex but you can tell he’s just doing it because he thinks he should, not because he actually wants to, and I’ve been with guys who enjoy that kind of stuff so I know it’s not a universal thought that getting your girlfriend off is a chore. But he doesn’t even get me off! He just like… plays around down there and then fucks me for like two minutes!”

Matt laughs at your tone, nodding his head in agreement. “Two minutes is… crazy,” he cackles.

You laugh back at him, the mood lifted. “You’re telling me. I feel like I can literally count the seconds without losing track in the time it takes him to finish.”

Matt’s head falls back in laughter, but when he comes back to look at you, he raises an eyebrow at you. “He’s seriously never eaten you out?” He asks, shocked at the earlier statement.

“No,” you shake your head, lips falling in a tight line. “Crazy, right?”

He nods, taking a breath in like he was going to speak, but stopping himself before words could come out. He thought for a moment, not wanting to say anything to make the situation awkward. “I feel like I always eat a girl out and get her off at least once before we actually, y’know. Fuck.”

It’s been way too long, you think to yourself. Way too long since you’ve actually been pleasured by a man that left you satisfied and even craving more. With your boyfriend now it just felt like you should be having sex, but you never craved it.

“I wish that was the case but… it’s mostly just me blowing him and not getting anything in return, or we just have sex without any sort of foreplay,” you tell him. Your eyes bore into his and you swallow thickly. It’s not like you’ve never thought about what sex with Matt would be like. You guys have talked about your sexual encounters before, but mostly as a joke, in ways that didn’t make you guys want each other, at least that’s what you thought. But now, talking about how awful your sex life was and how attentive Matt was in bed, it made you feel even more deprived.

Unbeknownst to you, Matt had thought about sex with you more than he’d like to admit, but would never bring it up due to fear of rejection. He’s had a crush on you for a while now, but the thoughts of getting you naked and in his bed and consumed him recently. He was so turned on by even the smallest thing; the clothes you wore, your hair in a bun paired with your glasses, the smell of your perfume, everything made him want you even more. He felt like this conversation might be the only time he could make a move and actually have it make sense, but he didn’t know how to bring it up.

“You deserve better than that,” he starts nervously, right hand playing with the ring on his left pinky. “Have you talked to him about it?”

You laugh, rolling your eyes. “Yeah right. Doesn’t do anything. He says he doesn’t do that. Says it’s boring and he hates the taste. Like suck it up.”

Matt keeps eye contact with you, taking a deep breath before the words that will change your relationship no matter the outcome slip past his lips.

“I love it,” he says. “I love eating girls out, having them squirm underneath me, pull my hair… it might be my favorite part of sex.”

Your throat goes dry as Matt talks, the eye contact getting almost too intense for you. The air in the room has shifted, and it’s hard to ignore. You swallow thickly, looking down to his lips before flitting back up to his eyes.

“Listen, I.. I don’t want to make this awkward or make you uncomfortable and,” he scoots closer on the bed, reaching a hand up to trail over your thigh. “I know we’ve been friends for a really long time and this would change things forever, but I can’t even tell you how bad I want to make you feel good.”

You suck in a breath, goosebumps arising on your leg where his hand rested, thumb gently swiping back and forth. “Matt…” you look at him with raised eyebrows.

“I know, I know you’re with him,” he interrupts. “But I could make you feel so good. Please.”

Begging was your weakness, the desperate look in his eyes having you more hot and bothered than it should’ve. You were in a relationship for fuck’s sake, this was wrong on more levels than one.

Matt’s hand reaches out to push a strand of hair behind your ear before he rests his palm on your cheek, getting up on his knees to tower over you, looking down at you from his elevated position. He leans down, left hand resting behind you on the headboard, locking you both into place. His face is right in front of yours now, both of your lips merely inches away.

“Please,” he breaths out quietly.

You stare up into his eyes for a second.

Two…

Three…

“Fuck it,” you whisper, reaching up to grab the back of his head and pull him down the last few inches, slamming your lips together.

His tongue slides past your lips almost immediately, meeting yours fervently, his hand that rested on your cheek sliding down to rest on your waist, gripping gently like he was afraid you’d slip from his fingers.

Your hand slides up to thread through his hair, keeping pressure on the back of his head to keep him close. You moaned against his lips, both of you kissing more aggressively than you typically would due to the tension that’s been growing between the two of you for years, finally snapping.

“I need you so bad,” he mutters against your lips, sliding down to kiss your neck, tongue sliding against your skin as he left kisses down your collarbone. “Take your clothes off, please, I need to see you.”

You sit up from the headboard and oblige, pulling your shirt over your head, leaving you in just your sweat shorts and bra. He follows suit and takes his shirt off, throwing it to the ground before sliding down the bed so he can grab your ankles, yanking you down the bed roughly so you were laid flat on the mattress instead of sitting up.

You let a small squeal leave your lips, followed by a giggle. This is exactly what you needed, to be manhandled by a man that wanted nothing more but to please you, and you couldn’t be more excited for the night ahead of you.

Matt crawls back up the bed, looking at you like you’re his prey and he’s about to devour you. “You look so good,” he says quietly, voice deeper than usual. He’s hovering above you again just staring down at your face and admiring, like he can’t believe he’s finally getting what he’s waited so long for.

Your hands reach up to touch his shoulders, dragging your fingers up and down his arms that are braced on either side of you, holding his body up. You admire him for a few minutes yourself, just staring up at him as he looks at you, the silence not awkward at all, instead it’s comforting, and he feels like home.

Finally, he breaks the eye contact as he leans down to kiss you again and your arms come up to wrap around his neck. “Matt,” you mumble, his lips pressed firmly against yours. He hums in response, placing a final small kiss on your lips as he pulls away to hear what you have to say.

You’re nervous as you speak, but push the feelings aside as to come off more confident than you actually are.

“I need you,” you whisper, staring straight up into his bright blue eyes. “Please.”

Matt’s still for a moment before he leans his weight on his left hand, sliding his right one underneath your back that arches for him to have easier access, skillfully undoing the clasp on your bra. As soon as it’s undone, you use your own hands to peel the bra off of your arms, leaving you completely topless in front of him, nipples hardening at the cold rush of air on your chest.

He starts his descent down the bed, letting his lips trail down your body, over your collarbone, through the valley of your breasts, down your stomach, finally reaching your hipbones where he started to suck a mark into as he tucked his fingers in the waistband of your shorts, pulling them down along with your underwear, your naked body fully on display for Matt for the first time ever, but in the back of your mind, you hope it isn’t the last.

He pulls his lips away from the purple mark he sucked into your skin, admiring his work. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to mark you up, to claim you.” Matt looks up at your face to see you already staring down at him. “Need to taste you so bad.”

You nod your head lightly, giving him permission to finally do what he wanted, and what you needed so badly.

His head dips down to kiss your hip again, lips moving over your thighs, his hands pushing them farther apart to give him access to what he needed the most. His eyes stare down at your core, something that would usually make you insecure, but right now only made you feel even hornier, the thought of him soaking in the way that you looked down there turning you on more than anything so far. “Pretty?” You ask him bashfully.

Matt licks his lips in response, taking in a breath to calm himself. “Fucking perfect.” He drops his head and drags his tongue from your hole up to your clit, grabbing the wetness that dripped out of you and spreading it up, wrapping his lips around the nub that needed attention more than it ever has in your life.

You gasp and drop your head down to the pillow, hands instantly tangling in the sheets to ground yourself somehow. “Fuck, Matt,” you cry, arching your back off of the bed.

He uses his hands to keep your legs spread apart as he devours your pussy, the wet sounds coming from his mouth meeting your heat filling the room. You’re grinding up into his mouth and he lets you, wanting to allow you to do whatever felt the best to you, but you halt your motions when he pulls away and lets go of your left thigh, dragging his fingers up your leg until they meet your entrance, slipping two fingers into you, your pussy enthusiastically accepting them.

He brings his mouth to the inside of your thigh as he starts to finger you slowly, thumb rubbing against your clit as he does so, sucking another hickey into your soft skin. You’re a moaning mess as he plays with you, finally feeling something other than disappointment in bed for the first time in a long time.

After he’s satisfied with the mark he’s left on your skin, he moves his thumb away from your clit and trails back up to wrap his lips around it, sucking softly and letting his tongue run over the nub, fingers still working inside of you. The combination of both had you reeling, damn near seeing stars. Not only has it been forever since you’ve been eaten out, but it’s been even longer since you’ve been eaten out well.

“Matthew,” you breathe, exhaling loudly. You were trying to stay quieter, but you were quickly losing your inhibitions. The way he used his tongue on you, sucking on your clit alongside the fingers working their way inside you was making you dizzy, your stomach coiling in a familiar way. “Matt, please don’t stop,” you beg, reaching up to slide your fingers through his hair.

He listens, curling his fingers inside of you as his tongue traced shapes on your clit, the taste of you alone making him so hard it hurt.

You cried out and arched your back against the bed, fingers gripping the overgrown hair that adorned Matt’s head, moans growing louder than you were able to control. “Fuck!” You whined, thighs shaking as they tried to close around Matt, but he pulled his fingers out of you and used both hands to press your knees apart, keeping you exposed to him as he ate you through your orgasm, making you cry out even more, not used to the overstimulation.

He finally pulls away, kissing his way back up your torso until he’s hovering above your face, smiling down at you. “You okay?” He asks sweetly, using his left hand that isn’t covered in your arousal to brush your sweaty hair out of your face.

You pant as you look up at him, desperately trying to catch your breath. All you can do at the moment is nod, eyebrows furrowing together as you stare at him, almost innocently, and the look in your eyes makes his dick twitch in his pants.

He smirks down at you and reaches back down with his right hand, dragging his fingers over your clit again, making your legs twitch and try to close, a small whimper leaving your lips. “Sensitive,” you whine, but you still can’t help the moan that leaves your lips when he dips his fingers back inside you, pumping them slowly.

Your eyes flutter closed as your head rests in the pillow, back arching as you push your hips down to meet his fingers.

The mix of the pleasure and the immorality of the situation is ripping you apart, like an angel and a devil on your shoulder, but the devil was winning tonight and you weren’t even worried about the consequences.

“So good,” you whisper, finally able to respond. “But this is so wrong, Matt.”

He nods, leaning down to kiss your cheek. “I know,” he says quietly against your skin. “Do you want me to stop?” He slides his fingers out of you and starts making circles on your clit, slowly but surely bringing you back towards the edge of an orgasm, but the tone of his voice makes you completely confident that he would stop if you told him to, that he’d cover you up and leave you here to sleep, never to bring up this incident again. Your best friend was way too sweet to you for your own good; unfortunately for him, and especially for your boyfriend, you weren’t quite as good of a person.

“No point in stopping now, not when you got me wanting you so bad,” you tell him, a smirk falling onto your lips. “I need you to fuck me.”

Matt’s breath hitches in his throat at your filthy words, unable to even process the fact that he’s in bed with you right now, let alone the way you’re speaking. He would’ve been completely happy just getting you off and making you feel good, so getting to fuck you really just felt like a bonus for him. “Anything for my favorite girl.”

Matt stands up off the bed and slips his sweats and boxers off, stepping out of them before taking a step back towards the bed, blushing at the expression on your face.

“Holy shit, Matt, I would’ve fucked you a long time ago if I knew you were packing straight heat,” you laugh, gawking at the size of his dick. Your boyfriend was nothing in comparison. You don’t think you’d ever be able to go back after this.

“Shut up,” Matt chuckles, climbing back onto the bed and fitting himself between your spread legs, sitting up on his knees and pulling your hips up to meet his, ass resting on the tops of his thighs. “You sure you want this?” He clarifies, making sure a final time. You guys have already crossed so many lines, but this seemed like the final one, the point of no return. But you’re happy where you’re at, and you let him know by nodding at him, confirming that you’re ready to say fuck it to the boundaries set by the standard rules of friendship.

Matt shakes his head and leans over your body, face hovering above yours. “I want to hear you say it,” he whispers, eyes boring into your own.

You smile and reach your hand up to cup his cheek, tilting your chin up slightly. “I’m ready,” you tell him sweetly. “Fuck me, please.”

He’s nervous, and you could tell, but he pushes it aside as he sits back up and grabs the base of his dick, using his hand to line up the tip with your entrance, slowly sliding himself in until he’s buried to the hilt, a small moan leaving both of your mouths. “Shit, Matt,” you whine, reaching out to grab any part of him, something to ground you in this situation. He sees your efforts and leans over you once more, the angle of him just sitting inside you brushing up against all the right places.

Your hand reaches out and grabs his bicep, eyes fluttering open to look at his face above you, his expression slightly distant as he focused on the reality that has been the subject of every wet dream for at least the last five years. “You okay?” You ask him, and he lets out a breathy chuckle.

“I should be asking you that,” he states. “I’m fine, just can’t believe I’m finally getting to do this. I’ve wanted you for so long.”

You smile and wiggle your hips, pushing down into him. “Show me how long you’ve been waiting for this.”

Matt doesn’t hesitate when he hears those words, and he pulls his hips back just to snap back into you roughly, making you moan and throw your head back, your neck exposed for Matt to do whatever he wanted.

He keeps up a rough pace on you, grunts leaving his mouth every so often. “You feel so good,” he says lowly, leaning down to bury his head in your neck as he fucks into you relentlessly. His lips trail over your skin, until you feel his mouth open, a light suction on your neck sending you reeling.

You know he’s marking you up in places that are going to be visible now, and there’s no turning back from this, there’s no way you’ll be able to hide it without being obvious, but you just can’t find it in you to care.

“Fuck, Matt, you’re fucking me so good, don’t stop,” you cry out, hands reaching around his back, nails digging into his skin.

He listens, like the good boy he is, keeping up his pace on you. He sits up, though, your ass still planted on his thighs as he rocks his hips into you, his arms wrapping around your legs and holding you in place. “I’m not gonna last long like this, I’m so sorry,” he apologizes. He’s far too turned on to last as long as he normally does, too worked up and so enthusiastic about finally getting to fuck you after all these years.

“That’s okay, I’m so close,” you tell him, reaching down to start rubbing circles on your clit to push you farther towards the edge, wanting to finish with Matt, but he pushes your hand away, replacing it with his own, rubbing a quick back and forth motion on your clit in time with his thrusts. “I’ll take care of you,” he tells you, looking into your eyes. “I got you.”

Those words alone had you arching your back off the bed, gripping the sheets next to you as you came for the second time that night, legs shaking as you cried out, muttering out his name mixed in with obscenities. “Matt,” you whimper, breathing heavily as you came down.

He was still thrusting into you, slower and gentler now, but enough to still have you riled up despite the orgasm that just shook your body. “You’re doing so well for me,” he praised, sliding his slick covered hand over your thigh, rubbing the skin lovingly. “I’m so close, baby, where do you want me?”

“Anywhere you want,” you tell him, shaking your head. “I’m all yours.”

The words send him over the edge, his thrusts getting sloppy as he finished inside of you, shooting his load deep into your pussy. “Fuck,” he moans, hips coming to a halt fully inside of you as he collects his breath.

You guys are both silent for a moment before you make eye contact and start giggling, your hand coming up to cover your mouth as you did so, his shoulders shaking slightly. “Oh my god,” he speaks first, looking down as he pulls out of you, his seed spilling out slowly. He acts without thinking and reaches down, using his fingers to scoop it up and push it back inside of you, making you gasp.

“Matt,” you warn, and he snaps his head back up to look at you. “Sorry,” he says, a blush starting to cover his cheeks. “Just don’t wanna waste any.”

He pulls his fingers out and wipes them on the sheets, grimacing slightly. “Definitely going to have to wash these tomorrow, but that’s a tomorrow issue.”

You smile and reach towards him, grabbing his arm to pull him back down to you, sliding your hand up his arm and towards his cheek before pulling him into a soft kiss. He kisses you back happily, his clean hand resting on your waist.

As you both kiss, he moves to lay next to you and slides his hand down your hip until it rests on your leg, pulling it over him so you guys are cuddling face to face.

Matt pulls away from the kiss and smiles over at you. “I guess this would be a bad time to tell you I’ve had feelings for you for a really long time?” He raises his eyebrows as he speaks, pressing his lips in a thin, awkward smile when he’s done.

You laugh and shake your head, brushing a long strand of hair out of his eyes. “I think it’s perfect timing.”

He smiles wide and leans in to kiss you once more, holding your body close to his own.

-

You guys must’ve ended up under the blankets at some point during the night, and thank god for that, because it couldn’t have been later than 9am when you hear the sound of the bedroom door opening and the song Pony by Ginuwine blaring through a speaker, ripping you out of a deep sleep.

Your eyes tear open and you stare at where the noise is coming from, feeling the hand wrapped around your waist tightening before you both sit up and stare at the door, seeing Chris in the doorway jokingly dancing and grinding as he held the speaker up in his hand, looking at both of you on the bed.

You can’t help but throw your head back in laughter, the sight of him breaking into the room like this making you crack up. “Chris!” You yell between giggles, making sure you’re holding up the blanket to cover your chest.

Nick comes up and stands behind Chris, shaking his head. “I told him not to,” he states, clearly unamused with his brother’s antics.

Chris giggles and turns the music down, staring at the two of you in bed, one of you laughing and one of you glaring back at him. “Hey, I’m happy you guys finally fucked, just really wish it wasn’t in my bed.”

Matt narrows his eyes and reaches underneath him, grabbing the pillow he was previously laying on and flinging it at his younger sibling. “Chris, get the fuck out!”

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a/n: …..

u likeee??? I definitely like this one a little less than the last one but it was still fun to write 🤭 please leave feedback and send requests on what to do next

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