#matt x you

[mattsmedusa]

✎ #𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐝𝐫𝐲𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 ✯ 𝐦.𝐬 『 +𝟏𝟖 』

ⓘ bf!matt ᚐ dry humping ᚐ cumming in underwear ᚐ pet names ᚐ etc. + intended lowercase. 𝐰𝐜. 𝟎.𝟒𝐤

matt’s breath caught in his throat when you ground your hips just right. his cock twitched in his boxer briefs, the friction of your ass grinding against it shot white-hot pleasure through his whole body.

"baby, fuck..." matt moaned, feeling that familiar feeling of growing pressure in his tummy from his impending orgasm. his hands tightened on your hips, helping you grind harder against him as he fought the urge to just let go and cum, but he wanted to make it last.

"sh-shit... i’m gonna cum—mmfh—b-baby, slow down." he groaned, throwing his head back against the wall behind him with a soft thud.

you complied and rolled your hips languidly—enough to keep him squirming but not enough to make him orgasm. you leaned forward and held onto his knees, helping to keep your balance as you moved back and forth on his lap—giving him an unobstructed view of your ass in your skimpy little thong.

matt’s breathing grew shallow, his breath hitching every few seconds as he felt the bands in his tummy grow tighter with each slow swivel of your hips.

you smirked, feeling his cock twitch against your ass. hearing his noises becoming more and more desperate made your stomach flip, your own arousal seeping through your thong. you knew that he was close to breaking—close to coming undone just for you. and so, you started to grind against him harder, and faster, making his whole body tense.

"o-ohh, fuuuck--" matt’s eyes rolled back briefly, the delicious friction your ass was providing him got him quickly back on edge again.

a few more of your relentless grinding and he just couldn’t take it anymore. warmth spread through his tummy and he let out a low, drawn out moan as he came. his hips bucked with each spurt of cum as he shot out jet after jet of hot cum right into his underwear.

you finally stopped moving when he whimpered "baby", knowing he was likely too sensitive right now. you slowly got up and matt reluctantly let go of your hips. faint pink marks were visible on your skin from how tightly he was holding you.

when you turned around, you were met with an erotic sight. matt laid slumped against the wall, his bare chest heaving with ragged breaths and his boxer briefs thoroughly soiled with his own cum—a damp spot having formed on the crotch of it with pearly cum seeping through it.

matt’s body shuddered from aftershocks, a small shaky hiss leaving his lips when he felt the cool breeze coming in from the open window hit his wet underwear.

"wanna shower together?" the moment the question left your lips, matt stood up, only for his legs to wobble and give up under him, making him sit back down on the couch with a soft thump.

"give me some time to recover and i will shower with you." you giggled in amusement at his words, making him chuckle softly.

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[𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞!]

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[tracysturniolo]

Amazing👏🩷

𝑶𝒏 𝑻𝒐𝒖𝒓 | 𝑴.𝑺

― 𝒂 𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒐𝒍𝒐 𝒃𝒍𝒖𝒓𝒃

▶︎ ၊၊||၊ AVALON , $uicideboy$

subby!matt sturniolo x f!reader

WARNINGS : smut, needy, over the phone, short, helping him jerk off before the show, semi-public, cumming on his tummy, sweet ending

word count : 1.3k ♡

—Matt's sprawled out on the tour bus couch, sweats shoved down just enough to free his aching cock, his hand wrapped tight around the base. The screen of his phone glows in the dim space, his other hand gripping it like a lifeline, like if he holds on tight enough, he might actually feel you.

"Yeah? You miss me that bad, Matty?" Your voice is all teasing, but there's something sweet underneath it, something that makes his dick twitch in his palm.

"Baby," he groans, low and wrecked, his thumb smearing pre-cum over his tip, making a filthy mess of himself. "I'm losin' my fuckin' mind over here."

You hum softly, and fuck, it does something to him. "What are you doing right now?"

Matt swallows hard, his breath shaky. "What the fuck you think, angel?" His grip tightens, his wrist flicking slow, squeezing just right. "Got my cock in my fuckin’ fist, thinkin' about you."

You let out a breathy little sigh, and it makes his balls tighten. "Yeah?"

"Yeah," he grits out, hips twitching into his own grip. "Wish it was you, baby. Wish I had that pretty little mouth wrapped around me instead—fuck, I’d be so deep in your throat right now."

You whimper, and he swears he almost fucking busts right there.

"Wish I was there," you murmur, voice sweet as sin. "Wish I could get on my knees for you, let you use my mouth however you want."

Matt groans, his head falling back against the cushion. "Jesus fuck," he breathes, his pace picking up, his strokes rougher now, needier.

"You’d let me fuck it, yeah?" he pants, chest rising and falling, abs tensing every time his fist drags down his length. "Let me hold your head still, shove my cock all the way in—fuck, bet you’d gag so pretty for me."

"Matt," you whisper, and the way your voice shakes makes his dick throb in his hand.

"That got you wet, huh?" His tone is smug, but he's barely holding on himself, barely keeping it together when all he wants to do is be buried inside you. "Bet you’re all soaked for me, playin’ with that pretty little pussy while I’m over here fuckin’ strokin’ my cock to the sound of your voice."

You let out a soft, breathy moan, and his entire body tenses. "I am," you admit, voice all sweet and shy, but fuck, he knows what you’re doing. "Wish you could see how messy I am for you, baby. Wish you could feel how wet you make me."

His breath stutters, his strokes getting faster, filthier, his palm slick and sticky from how much he’s leaking. "I’d ruin you, baby," he growls. "Fuck you so good you’d be dripping for days, let everyone see what I fuckin’ did to you."

His jaw clenches, his breath coming out in ragged pants as his fist works his cock faster, tighter. His whole body is buzzing, heat curling deep in his gut, the filth spilling from your lips only pushing him closer to the edge.

"Yeah?" His voice is rough, wrecked. "Bet you’d let me fuck you open, huh? Get you all sloppy, all loose, just so I can shove it even deeper."

His cock twitches in his hand, his grip tightening, his hips jerking up into his own fist like he can fuck you through the phone, like if he strokes himself hard enough, fast enough, he might actually feel you wrapped around him.

"Fuck, baby," he grits out, his head falling back against the cushion. "You sayin' you want me to breed that pretty little pussy? Fill you up so full you can't do nothin' but take it?"

You whimper, and it's fucking devastating. "Yes," you whisper, desperate. "Want it so bad, Matty. Want you to come inside me, wanna feel it dripping out of me—fuck, please."

His whole body seizes up, his strokes against his hard, thick cock turning frantic, filthy, his slick, cum-slicked hand flying over his cock at rapid speed, rubbing against his shaft and teasing against his tip.

"Jesus fuckin' Christ," he groans. "You're gonna fuckin’ kill me, sweetheart."

He’s close, so fucking close. His breath is sharp, his muscles coiled so tight he might snap, his cock leaking all over his fingers, making a goddamn mess of himself.

"Come for me, baby," you purr. "Be a good boy and give it to me. Let me hear you when you spill all over yourself, baby. Let me hear how bad you need me."

And that’s it.

His whole body locks up, his breath catching before he lets out the filthiest, most wrecked groan, your name spilling from his lips as his cock pulses in his hand, thick, hot cum shooting over his stomach, dripping between his fingers, spilling all over his tummy.

His hips jerk, his body trembling as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over him, his mind going completely blank except for you, your voice, the way you sound so goddamn proud of him.

For a second, he can’t even move, can’t do anything except breathe heavy into the phone, his fingers limp, his whole body buzzing from the intensity of it. His hand is still wrapped around his softening cock, the mess of his hot come cooling on his stomach, his skin and hair damp with sweat.

"You make a mess, baby?" Your voice is all sweet and smug, and Matt groans, dragging a hand down his face.

"You have no fuckin' idea," he mutters, reaching blindly for the napkins on the table, swiping at the sticky mess across his stomach, careful not to spill any onto the cushions.

You giggle, and it sends another shiver down his spine. "Wish I was there to clean you up."

Matt smirks, shaking his head as he finally pulls his sweats back up, shifting to get comfortable. "Yeah?" His voice is still rough, still wrecked. "Bet you'd lick it right off me, huh? Get on your knees, clean up every last drop like a good fuckin’ girl?"

You let out a soft, teasing hum. "Guess you’ll just have to come home and find out, baby."

Matt glances at the time on his phone, groaning when he realizes he’s only got a few minutes before he has to get ready for the show. His body still feels heavy, skin still buzzing, but fuck—he knows the second he gets on stage, he’s gonna be thinking about you. Gonna be standing under those lights, mic in hand, dick still half-hard in his sweats because you’ve got him so fucking wound up.

"Fuck," he mutters, dragging a hand down his face. "I gotta go, baby."

You pout through the phone, voice all sweet and teasing. "Already?"

Matt huffs out a breathy laugh, rubbing at his temple. "Yeah, angel. Got a show to do. Can't be up there with a fuckin' hard-on."

You giggle, and it sends another rush of warmth through him. "Well, that sounds like a personal problem."

He smirks, shaking his head. "Yeah, and you’re the problem, baby." He shifts on the couch, stretching out before bringing the phone back to his ear. His voice drops, softer now, a little more real. "I miss you, y'know."

Your breath catches. "I miss you too, Matty."

He exhales through his nose, tongue swiping over his bottom lip. "When I get home," he murmurs, "I ain't lettin’ you out of my sight. Gonna keep you in my bed, keep you on my cock—fuck, I’ll make you pay for makin’ me wait like this."

You hum, all sweet and taunting. "I guess I'll just have to let you take your revenge on me then, huh, baby?"

Matt grins, his eyes flicking toward the closed door of the tour bus, knowing he’s only got seconds left. "Damn right you will." He presses the phone a little closer to his ear, closing his eyes. "Kiss me."

You let out a soft breath before you make a little kissing sound into the phone, and he swears his heart clenches. He presses his lips together, returning the gesture.

"Love you," you whisper.

Matt's chest tightens. "Love you too, sweetheart."

thank you for reading !

this is the first time i have EVER written a sub centered fic…

𖧧 𝑪𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒆 𝑴𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕

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[theyluvivi]

"just for me?" planetshopowner!matt.

You're still munching on the tiramisu that Matt made, unable to get sick of the flavor. When you said you'd kiss him for making it—You were serious. If he made dark chocolate crossiants, you probably would've fell to your knees and proposed right there.

You thought people who stressed bake were a myth, but you were proven very wrong after meeting Matt.

Matt bakes when he gets stressed. You just check how much more space you have on your ears for more piercings.

It's cute.

You put down the container of tiramisu when you hear the door open, putting on your costume voice. "Hi— Oh, Chris?"

He laughs, "Dude, you have tiramisu like everywhere," He gestures to your lips, "It's really good." You say, muffled by your hand as you wipe at your lips. "Where'd ya get it?"

"Matt made it." He blinks. Once, then twice. "Matt made it?" You nod, "He said he stressed baked."

Chris's eyebrows furrow in confusion. "I don't.."

The confusion is mutual. "What?"

"Matt doesn't like bitter things."

"Yeah...?"

"Like he hates bitter things. He thinks all deserts should be sweet, and he never makes tiramisu—" He says quickly, taking a breath, "He always complains about how it takes whenever he makes it."

It takes you a minute to process his words. "Huh."

"Maybe he made it for you." Chris shouldn't have that said because your heart falls to your ass. Did he? I mean, would it be so bad to think so? You don't remember exactly telling Matt that you like bitter things expect that text, but you do yap a lot, so mayb—

"Pierce?"

"Huh?"

He tilts his head. "You look like you saw a ghost."

You bite your lip, copying his head tilt. "Do..do you really think so?" He nods, "Knowing Matt when he has crush? Probably."

It's your turn to blink multiple times, "What'd you say?" His eyes widen. "I've said too much."

"Chris—" And it's then when you're trying to get Chris to explain whatever the hell he meant, when Matt walks in.

"Um," His eyebrows immediately furrow as he watches Chris walk out, "What's up with him?"

Usually, you love seeing Matt. Love seeing him all pretty in his green sweaters, but now you feel like throwing up. He immediately feels the tension in the air, "Did he say something to you?"

"U-uh— Well... yeah." You mumble, hands reaching up to play with your conch piercing. "Wh—" You quickly interrupt him, "Did you make that tiramisu for me?"

"H-huh?" You swallow hard. Words getting stuck in your throat, "Did you make that tiramisu for me? Just for me?"

He quickly turns a shade of red doctors would find concerning. "I— you said that you dont like sweet things, and you've been working really hard lately so—" He speaks so fast you barely catch his words. But when they do settle in, your heart almost bursts out of his chest.

Matt has a crush on you.

The cute plant shop owner you've been staying up late talking to for weeks, texting, on call with has a crush on you.

God bless Chris and his big mouth. You smile at him, "It's really good, Matt."

"Y-yeah?" He stutters out, "It- it- took a long time to make, I'm glad you like it."

"I'll like anything you make." You answer truthfully. He playfully rolls his eyes. "You're buttering me up. You must want more free flowers, huh?"

"And if I do?" You tilt your head at him, batting your lashes. He flushes, straightening up. "I'll be right back."

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a/n: dedicated to @oopsiedaisydeer! <3 missed them sm

[sweetshuga]

𝑮𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒔 ✰ 𝑴.𝑺

ᯓ 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒕 𝒔𝒎𝒖𝒕! ────

𝒂𝒏: Something short ’cause I love him in his blue-light glasses and I’m ovulating. That’s it :)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

© 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒔𝒉𝒖𝒈𝒂

[throatgoat4u]

kitty cat

word count: 1.9k

summary: ser faces her worst nightmare, a kitten

a/n: not much to say.... enjoy!

toodles sluts :)

today was just like any other day in your mundane life on land.

wake up, go to the diner, work from opening to the start of the night shift, walk to the bookstore, buy nothing, and go home. it was the same routine every day. same path to the diner. same path to the bookstore. same path home. frankly, it was a miracle you’d lasted this long above water—though anytime you even hinted at the idea of leaving, pearl would shut it down immediately. always with the same line: “after abandoning me for six years? you know it was so hard to be away from you during thee day time but you knew i couldn't stand staying in the water all the damn time and you didn't care. you need to make up for thse six years. understood?” and it was always followed by that look that made your stomach twist with guilt.

so you stayed.

you were on your way to the bookstore now—the one nestled at the end of the boardwalk, just before the shoreline curved out of sight. susie’s stories. you never bought anything. you couldn’t afford to. but susie never minded. she’d let you wander the narrow aisles, let you sit cross-legged between the shelves and read until closing, when she'd gently tap your shoulder and say, “go on, hun. get some rest.”

it was the only part of your day you ever looked forward to. not just because of the books—but because they let you pretend. for an hour or two, you could be someone else, somewhere else. not a girl trapped in a town she doesn’t belong in. not someone who once belonged to the sea. in those pages, you weren’t stuck. you weren’t anything at all. and maybe that was the best part.

but today, as you rounded the corner past the bait shop and the boarded-up souvenir stand, something broke the rhythm.

you froze in an instant, terror slamming into your chest like a wave. right there, sitting in the middle of the alley like it owned the damn place, was your biggest fear: a cat. well no, this was a kitten. but a cat nonetheless.

orange. scraggly. with wide brown eyes that locked on to you like it knew.

you took a step back.

it took a step forward.

“nope,” you whispered, heart racing. “no thank you. not today. not ever.”

you glanced over your shoulder, half-considering turning around and taking the long way to the bookstore. or just not going at all. you didn’t need to read today. you could just… stare at the ceiling in your room again. thrilling.

but the kitten didn’t move. it just… sat there now. blinking at you. not threatening. not hissing. just existing. which, honestly, was bad enough.

you exhaled slowly. “you stay there,” you muttered, inching forward, hugging the opposite side of the alley wall. “and i’ll pretend you don’t exist.”

you managed to tiptoe halfway down the alley when it let out a small, pathetic mrrrow.

you paused.

“don’t you dare try to be cute,” you said, pointing a firm finger at it. “i know your kind.”

the kitten meowed again. softer this time. like it was tired. or hurting.

…great.

you chewed on your lip as you looked at the kitten. you didn’t want to touch it. hell, you didn’t even want to look at it for too long. but the way it stared up at you—all wide-eyed and pathetic—reminded you of matt. not that that helped.

still… the kitten was cute. no—scratch that—it was very cute. soft orange fur, big ears, and the tiniest pink nose you’d ever seen.

he? was it a he? or maybe a she? you squinted. too risky to check. alright—it. it was cute.

but your stomach twisted a little when you noticed the way it held one of its back legs awkwardly, like it didn’t want to put any weight on it. it trembled slightly when it shifted, letting out the tiniest sound of discomfort.

you sighed, muttering under your breath, “oh, you have to be injured, huh? like this isn’t hard enough already.”

against your better judgment—way against it—you slowly began to inch forward.

“okay,” you said gently, voice soft and calm despite the absolute panic bubbling in your chest. “i just want you to know, i’m not trying to hurt you or anything. i just want to help.”

the kitten blinked at you. didn’t move.

you took another step. then crouched.

“you stay chill, and i’ll stay chill,” you added, hands raised in surrender like you were negotiating with a tiny furry criminal. “deal?”

the kitten blinked again, tilting its head up at you like it was trying to understand what planet you were from.

“right… you can’t speak, huh,” you mumbled, barely above a whisper, as you carefully scooped the tiny thing into your arms. it was lighter than you expected. warm, but trembling. its injured leg dangled awkwardly, and your stomach twisted again.

“okay. yeah. cool. this is happening.”

you looked around the alley, like help might magically appear. but no one was there. just you and a very injured, very adorable creature you were definitely not equipped to take care of.

it needed a vet.

unfortunately, the only vet in town was halfway across it. and you? you couldn’t drive. not because you didn’t have a car—but because, well, you never learned. hard to practice parallel parking when you spent most of your life underwater.

you sighed and pulled out your phone. worst-case scenario: someone answered.

you called chris first. he was the least awful option.

it rang twice before he picked up. “yo.”

“hey,” you said, shifting the kitten in your arms, trying to sound casual. “what are you doing right now?”

“me and pearl are watchin’ a movie,” he said, his voice a little distracted. you could hear muffled dialogue and pearl laughing in the background. “why, what’s up?”

you hesitated. “i was just… wondering if you could drive me somewhere.”

chris let out a soft, guilty little laugh. “ooo not good timing right now. is it important?”

you opened your mouth to say yes—because obviously it was—but then your brain supplied the very real image of pearl in the passenger seat, giggling and shoving chris’s arm, and him pretending not to like it even though his whole face would be red.

it wasn’t that it pissed you off exactly. it was just that they were weird. and gross. and denying everything while also acting like they were in a fucking romcom.

so instead you said, “nah. it’s fine. don’t worry about it.”

“you sure?”

“positive.”

you hung up before he could say anything else.

and now, as the kitten squirmed slightly in your arms, you were left staring at your last and only option.

ugh.

matt.

you stared at his contact for a long second before finally typing:

matt

he replied instantly:

omg she’s texting me first

you rolled your eyes.

istg matt

his response came just as fast:

sorry sorry is everything alright miss ser?

you sighed.

i found a cat…..

this time, he didn’t text back. he called.

you answered with a groan. “what?”

“what’s going on?” he asked, not even bothering with a greeting. “you found a cat? like a real cat? is it alive? is it—?”

“yes, it’s alive,” you cut in. “it’s hurt. i think its leg’s broken or something. and i need to get it to the vet but i can’t drive. and i don’t want to walk it all the way across town, and you’re the only person left i could call.”

a beat of silence. then: “where are you?”

you told him.

he said, “on my way.”

ten minutes later, matt pulled up to the curb, window rolled down halfway. the headlights lit up the alley in a warm, yellow glow.

he leaned slightly toward the passenger side, one arm resting over the steering wheel. “your carriage awaits, miss ser.”

you narrowed your eyes. “you’re annoying.”

he grinned. “and yet here i am. knight in shining armor and everything.”

you adjusted the kitten in your arms and climbed in, muttering, “you’re lucky this thing’s cute.”

“you’re lucky i’m cute,” he said, putting the car in drive.

“bitch don’t make me laugh.”

at the animal hospital, things moved fast. they took the kitten from you, asked a dozen questions you barely remembered answering. somewhere in the chaos, a nurse looked up and asked, “are you the owner?”

you blinked. “um…”

matt nudged you with his elbow. “just say yes.”

you looked at the nurse. “i guess i am.”

and that was that.

you didn’t say much on the ride back.

matt didn’t either. the radio played something soft—some indie song you vaguely recognized—but the air between you two was still and a little heavy, like neither of you knew what to do now that the adrenaline had worn off.

the kitten was curled in your lap, wrapped in the towel the vet had handed you on the way out. its leg was bandaged, and it was half-asleep, tiny chest rising and falling in a slow rhythm.

matt glanced over once at a red light. “they say how long it’s gotta wear that thing?”

“a couple weeks,” you said, your voice quiet. “maybe longer.”

“guess you’ve got a roommate now.”

you didn’t answer.

matt looked back at the road, drumming his fingers on the steering wheel. “what are you gonna name it?”

“dunno.”

“you should call it gerald.”

you ignored him.

he risked another glance. “it’s just… you don’t really seem like a cat person.”

you frowned, shifting the kitten slightly in your arms. “i’m not.”

“then why’d you pick it up?”

you stared out the window. “i don’t know.”

and that was the truth. you didn’t know why you’d stopped. you didn’t know why you were still holding it. or why your chest ached when the vet had said the word owner.

matt seemed to accept that. the silence came back.

but when you looked down again, the kitten was awake now—barely—but awake enough to blink up at you… and then shift its gaze to matt.

and stare.

matt noticed.

“what,” he said flatly, eyes narrowing at the small creature.

the kitten blinked.

matt blinked back.

it blinked again.

“what is your problem?” he muttered.

the kitten blinked a fourth time and—no joke—huffed.

you swear it huffed.

“nah. nope. i don’t like it,” matt said, pulling into your street. “it’s judging me.”

“it’s a cat,” you muttered.

“exactly. it’s got evil little thoughts in its evil little brain.”

you smirked, just a little, stroking the top of the kitten’s head. “maybe it just has good taste.”

matt rolled his eyes dramatically. “you’re both insufferable.”

as he pulled up to your house, he put the car in park and looked over one last time. “just saying—if it pees on your stuff, don’t call me.”

you opened the door. “i wouldn’t even call you if i was on fire.”

he smiled, all teeth. “fair.”

you stepped out with the kitten, shutting the door behind you. as he drove off, you looked down at the small bundle in your arms.

“you really had to make an enemy on your first day, huh?”

the kitten just blinked, slow and unimpressed.

you stared back.

“yeah well good. you should hate the motherfucker. he’s a bitch,” you said flatly.

the kitten let out a soft little squeak, like it agreed.

now the only problem that remained was how the fuck were you supposed to explain this to your dad?

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© throatgoat4u

[humpster35]

Sturniolo Nationnnnn😚

I’m bored let’s do a height check

im about 4’11 or 4’9

[ariasautumn]

A change click

summary:You and matt meet at a town fair,mostly its just stand with people selling their artworks or baked goods.And you bumpef into his table.

pairings:Photographer!matt x photographer!reader

warnings:none

•not proof read

•english isn’t my first language

At the same time, Matt was busy setting up his photo display near a cozy coffee cart. His prints of sunlit forests and fiery maples were neatly arranged on a small table, and he was adjusting his red-accented camera bag when a sudden gust of wind sent a few prints fluttering to the ground.

Lost in thought while studying a nearby fall mural,you rolled a little too close to Matt’s display. In a flurry of movement, you accidentally bumped into the table, and photos went scattering across the pavement.

“Oh gosh, I’m so sorry!” you exclaimed , immediately reaching down with careful hands to help pick up the fallen prints, your voice a mix of embarrassment and concern.

Matt quickly knelt beside you, a friendly smile lighting up his face. “No worries at all. Looks like the autumn breeze wanted to join our little art show,” he joked, gently picking up a photograph. There was something genuine in his tone, and it eased the tension.

As they worked together to gather the photos, their eyes met.You couldn’t help but notice how kind and easygoing Matt was, and Matt was impressed by your quick smile and obvious passion for capturing nature’s beauty.

“You really have an amazing collection,” you said, holding up a print of a sunlit forest. “It’s like you captured the very soul of fall.”

“Thanks,” Matt replied, a little bashful. “I guess I’m just trying to keep up with nature’s masterpiece. And I saw you’ve got a camera and a sketchbook—you’re into photography and painting too?”

“Yeah, I love both,” you replied with a nod. “I feel like fall just brings out the best in all of it.”

After they had gathered every last print, Matt offered, “How about a coffee? There’s that cart over there making the best cinnamon brew around. I’d love to hear more about your art.”

Your smile grew. “I’d love that,” you said.

Together, they moved toward the coffee cart, laughing as they talked about everything from favorite fall spots to the challenges and joys of capturing the perfect shot. In that moment, amidst the warmth of shared interests and the vibrant energy of the fair, something new and beautiful began.

taglist: @courta13

(this was a draft)

dividers by @bernardsbendystraws

[subchrisforever]

Idk felt like posting somthing

[m11rx]

favorite part of the day

[humpster35]

yes! actually

✎ 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.

୨୧

𝐰𝐜. 𝟒𝟖𝟒

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

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭: @chaossturns @mels4ngel @lypsiiii @sydneyylainn @sturniolozbae @hearts4werka @strnilolover @matts-sidepiece @hearts4sturniolo @ivysturnss @bumbl3b34 @sophand4n4 @sagesturns @gwennybenny @whore4mattsturniolo @sturns-mermaid @christmastreecake @il0vey0um0st @summersturni @ashleysturn @unknvhx @nateismybf @lizzymacdonald06 @sleepiibunniiii @plrlvssnz @patchy-icey @greekgirldreaming @moosegirl96 @sllutty-sturniolo @rinnsgalaxy @urfavvt4ylor @pasteldreams @heartsonlyforchris @jas06sposts @elizabeth8483

© 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐬𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐮𝐬𝐚

[whor3ing]

༉‧₊˚. CUTS AND BRUISES BY INHALER — A MARATHON

‧₊ ᵎᵎ ✮.ೃ࿔*:･ — this entire marathon idea is completely inspired by the work of the sweetest girl @delilahsturniolo, I can't express my love and appreciation for you for letting me create this and for being such a huge inspiration to me, I love you !! : her incredible marathon is linked on the heart, here ≫ ₊˚⊹♡

will be doing another marathon like this afterwards as music is literally the glue that holds my life together . . .

ᥫ᭡. 𓍯𓂃𓏧 starting 4/16 : everyday or at least every other day, I will be posting a piece of writing based off of the tracks below, these will range from smut, to angst, to fluff! 『✎』

01 ࿐ྂ "𝑱𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝑲𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝑺𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒔𝒇𝒊𝒆𝒅" .. 𝑴.𝑺

02 ࿐ྂ "𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝑾𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝑮𝒆𝒕 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆" .. 𝑪.𝑺

03 ࿐ྂ "𝑺𝒐 𝑭𝒂𝒓 𝑺𝒐 𝑮𝒐𝒐𝒅" .. 𝑴.𝑺

04 ࿐ྂ "𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒆 𝑨𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑫𝒂𝒚𝒔" .. 𝑪.𝑺

05 ࿐ྂ "𝑰𝒇 𝒀𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝑮𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒂 𝑩𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌 𝑴𝒚 𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕" .. 𝑴.𝑺

06 ࿐ྂ "𝑷𝒆𝒓𝒇𝒆𝒄𝒕 𝑺𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒎" .. 𝑪.𝑺

07 ࿐ྂ "𝑫𝒖𝒃𝒍𝒊𝒏 𝒊𝒏 𝑬𝒄𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒔𝒚" .. 𝑴.𝑺 & 𝑪.𝑺

08 ࿐ྂ "𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝑰 𝑯𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝑯𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒏 𝑴𝒚 𝑴𝒊𝒏𝒅" .. 𝑪.𝑺

09 ࿐ྂ "𝑽𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒆" .. 𝑴.𝑺

10 ࿐ྂ "𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝑰 𝑫𝒐" .. 𝑪.𝑺

11 ࿐ྂ "𝑵𝒐𝒘 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝑮𝒐𝒕 𝑴𝒆" .. 𝑴.𝑺

𝑬𝒙𝒕𝒓𝒂 : 12 ࿐ྂ "𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝑴𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝑮𝒆𝒕 𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝑾𝒂𝒏𝒕" .. 𝑪.𝑺

𖧧 𝑪𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒆 𝑴𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕

piano div by : @strangergraphics !!

so so so excited, this post will be updated and used as navigation for the marathon as each fic/blurb is posted <3 inhaler is one of my absolute favorite bands and this album is absolutely impeccable to me (eli hewson hmu) . . . please

🖇 - @chriss-slutt @55sturn @chrysiie @il0vey0um0st @trustinsturniolos @v4lsturn @shitttttypoet @mattsplaything @emely9274 @pip4444chris @whore4mattsturniolo @sweetshuga @courta13 @divinesturn @aaliyahsturniolo @chris-hallelujah @mi-co-uk @ivysturnss @sweetpeabreezyree @christophersgf @bluestriips @angelic-sturniolos111 @shadowthesim237 @bee-43 @eeyoresturnz @ellssturn @fratbrochrisgf @teddystvrns @pvssychicken

[malsmind]

car wash .ᐟ

𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘰𝘭𝘰 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

contains ➛ smut ★ unprotected sex ★ car sex ★ dirty talk ★ praising ★ pet names (baby, sweetheart, good girl) ★ creampie ★ getting caught

wc: 1.9k

english is not my first language!

the soft hum of the tv played in the background, mixing with the occasional swiping sounds of matt’s thumb scrolling on his phone. you were curled up against his chest, watching tiktoks with him, his other hand resting lazily on your hip. the house was quiet, the usual chaos that came with nick and chris absent since they were out for the night. matt sighed, breaking the comfortable silence.

“i gotta take the car through the wash,” he muttered, staring blankly at his screen.

you glanced up at him, tilting your head slightly. “okay… so go tomorrow?”

he huffed, shifting under you. “can’t. we’re busy all day, and the closest car wash is closed. fuck, they’re all probably closed by now anyway.”

a smirk slowly formed on your lips as an idea popped into your head. you sat up just enough to look at him properly, mischief dancing in your eyes.

“what?” matt asked, raising an eyebrow.

“let me wash your car.”

he blinked. “what?”

you pushed yourself up fully, sitting cross-legged beside him now. “what, 'what'? go pull it out of the garage and onto the driveway. stay in, i'll be right back.”

he narrowed his eyes, skeptical but intrigued. “what are you up to?”

“just do it.” you grinned before hopping off the couch and heading toward his room.

matt sat there for a second, trying to piece together what was going on before eventually shrugging and getting up. whatever you were planning, he wasn’t about to say no—it was late, he had no other option since every carwash in the damn area was closed, and anything remotely entertaining was worth indulging in. he grabbed his keys, slipping on his slides before heading to the garage. a few minutes later, he was sitting in the driver’s seat, hands resting on the wheel as he waited. the car was parked right in the middle of the driveway under the glow of the light. he had no idea what to expect, but when you finally emerged from the house, his mouth nearly dropped.

you stepped outside in a tiny bikini, one hand gripping a bucket of soapy water, the other holding a sponge. your smirk was undeniable as you walked toward the car.

matt leaned forward, eyes wide as he watched you. “oh, you gotta be joking,” he muttered under his breath, a grin creeping onto his lips. he quickly rolled the window down. “are you fuckin' serious right now?”

“dead.” you set the bucket down beside the car, dipping the sponge into the soapy water before dragging it along the hood. “you said you needed a car wash.”

matt ran a hand down his face, laughing in disbelief. “i did, mhm..”

you shot him a grin before getting to work, the cool night air mixing with the warmth of your body under the light. the water dripped down your arms, the soap suds clinging to your skin as you moved. matt, for once, had no words. he simply leaned back in his seat, a smirk playing on his lips as he watched the show you were putting on.

tits pressed against his window, the small fabric of your bikini barely covering you up. matt let out a slow breath, his grip tightening around the steering wheel as his eyes roamed over you. his tongue swiped across his bottom lip, jaw clenching when you shifted slightly, your chest pressing even further against the glass.

“jesus,” he muttered under his breath, barely audible, but you caught it. smirking to yourself, you dragged the sponge along the hood, slow and deliberate, letting the soapy water drip down your arms, and over your chest. you could feel his gaze burning into you, and you loved every second of it.

“y’good in there, baby?” you teased, glancing at him.

matt tilted his head back against the headrest, exhaling sharply before dragging a hand down his face. “you are the worst.”

you giggled, dipping the sponge back into the bucket before leaning over the hood again, stretching just enough to make a show of it. the air was thick with tension now, the quiet hum of the night doing nothing to soften the way matt was watching you like a man losing patience. and to be honest, he was. the sight of your skin covered in soap, your perfect tits pressig up to the window, he was hard the second he realized what you were doing, and he wasn't sure how much longer he could just sit there and watch.

you bit back a smile as you moved toward the driver’s side window, pressing your chest on the glass right in front of his face. slowly, you moved your hand up to cleaned as far up the roof as you could reach, body pressing further into the window.

matt watched the way your nipples peaked trough the thin fabric, soapy water dripping over your skin. one of his hands reached down to rest in is lap, not to create friction, but just have to have it laying there for now.

you backed up from the car, smiling at matt, gesturing for him to roll the window down, and he did. “you’re supposed to tip your car wash girl, you know.”

matt let out a low chuckle, shaking his head. “you want a tip?” his voice was deeper now, edged with something else, something that sent a shiver down your spine.

“mhm.” you nodded, biting your lip. “i think i deserve one.”

his jaw twitched as he reached for the handle. the door swung open, and before you could even react, matt was stepping out, standing in front of you with that familiar cocky smirk. his hands were on you fast, not caring about how wet you were.

“why don't you get in the car so i can give you one, hm?” he whispered, keeping a frim frip on your hips as you threw the sponge aside, placing your hands on his shoulders.

“m' not done cleaning.” you grinned, tilting your head to the side.

“yeah, i don't really give a fuck about gettin' the car clean right now.”

before you could say anything more, matt opened the car door, pulling you onto the backseat with him, slamming the door shut behind him. you landed on the cold leather with a yelp, the upholstery sticking slightly to your damp skin. the space felt smaller now, the air thick with the smell of car soap and his cologne—something woody and sharp. he loomed over you, one knee braced on the seat between your legs, his hands planting on either side of your head. his eyes roamed your body, lingering on the way the bikini top had shifted, one triangle barely covering you now, the edge of your nipple peeking out.

“look at you,” he growled, his voice dipping into that gravelly tone that made your stomach flip. “prancing around in this slutty little thing, washing my car like some kinda wet dream. you think i’m just gonna sit there and watch?” he leaned in, lips brushing your ear, hot breath sending a shiver down your spine. “you're right, baby, you earned a tip—”

his hands moved fast, rough palms sliding up your sides, thumbs brushing the undersides of your breasts before he tugged the bikini top up and off in one swift motion. it dangled from his fingers for a second before he tossed it to the floorboard. the air hit your bare skin, and you felt the flush creeping up your chest as he stared, unblinking, like he was memorizing every inch.

his fingers traced down your stomach, slow and deliberate, until they hooked into the ties of your bikini bottoms. one pull, and the knot gave way, the fabric peeling off to reveal the slick heat between your thighs.

“fuck, baby,” he breathed, eyes darkening as he spread your legs wider, one hand gripping your inner thigh.

his sweats were already tented, the outline of his cock straining against the fabric. he fumbled with the strings, shoving them down just enough to free himself—thick and hard, the tip already glistening. he didn’t waste time, lining up with you, the head brushing your entrance, teasing you with the pressure.

“so fuckin’ wet for me,” he said, voice dripping with praise and hunger. “look at this pussy—fuck, it’s begging for it.”

he pushed in slow at first, letting you feel every inch stretch you open, his jaw clenching as he sank deeper. the leather creaked under you, your back arching as he filled you, the heat of him overwhelming in the cramped space. his hands gripped your hips, fingers digging into your flesh as he started to move, slow thrusts turning sharp and rough.

“matt—” you gasped, and he grinned, all cocky and wild, leaning down to nip at your collarbone.

“yeah, that's it, baby,” he rasped, picking up the pace, the slap of skin against skin filling the car. “you’re doing so good f'me, takin’ this cock so well. look at you, all spread out, dripping all over my seats—shit, you’re a mess.” his hands slid up to your chest, kneading your tits, the pleasure coiling tight in your core.

the windows were fogging up now, the air humid and heavy with the smell of sex. matt's breathing grew ragged, one hand slipping between you to rub messy circles over your clit, the pad of his thumb slick with your arousal.

“come on, sweetheart,” he muttered, lips grazing your jaw. “cum for me—let me feel this perfect little pussy squeeze me. you deserve it, workin’ me up like that.”

his thrusts turned erratic, hips slamming into yours as he chased his own edge, grunting with every move. the praise kept spilling out, filthy and sweet—

“so fuckin’ pretty like this,” “takin’ me so well,” “my good fuckin' girl”

—until the tension snapped, and you shattered around him, walls clenching tight, a flood of heat soaking his cock. he groaned loud, a guttural sound, and followed you over, spilling inside you with a few hard, sloppy thrusts. warmth flooded your core, his cum messy as it dripped out, pooling on the leather beneath you.

he stayed there a moment, panting, forehead pressed to yours, his hands softening their grip. then he chuckled, low and lazy, brushing a sweaty strand of hair from your face. “that a good enough tip?” he asked, smirking, before settling back on his knees to admire the mess he’d made of you. the car was a wreck—your bikini in a heap, the seats sticky, the air thick with the aftermath—and it would've been a great moment of laying there together for a little, if only you and matt weren't interrupted.

just as matt was about to pull you in for another kiss, the unmistakable sound of a car driving away, and voices—loud, and entirely too familiar—pierced the quiet night. matt’s body tensed above you. your eyes widened.

oops.

the realization hit both of you at the same time. nick and chris had just gotten home. and they were right behind matt’s car.

“oh, fuck, you gotta be fucking joking,” matt groaned, hurriedly pulling away from you, already reaching for whatever clothes he could find.

you scrambled to sit up, grabbing your bikini top and clutching it to your chest as you exchanged panicked looks. “shit, shit, shit—”

chris’s voice was suddenly way too close. “why is matt’s car outside?”

you slapped matt’s arm. “why is your car outside?” you whisper-yelled.

“you told me to move it! what do you mean why is it outside?!”

the sound of footsteps grew closer. you barely managed to yank matt’s hoodie over your body before—a knock on the fogged-up window. both of you froze.

“what the fuck?!” nick’s voice was loud enough to shake the entire neighborhood.

lace dividers by @bernardsbendystraws !

[theyluvivi]

puppy!chris humping readers leg please!

and he's all begging for her attention

"Mama.. please, m'sorry..." He pleads muffled, kissing at your leg as he straddles your foot.

You pay him no attention, humming as you scroll through your phone. He whimpers, glancing up at you with teary eyes. He knows he wasn't good, knows he was being a brat in front of your friends, but are you seriously not gonna talk to him? Not gonna degrade him and tell him how much of a bad puppy he was being?

A soft sound falls from his lips as he notices the wet spot on his sweats, god, he needs you so bad. He bites his lip, embarrassingly wrapping his arms around your leg and rocking forward. He whines.

He feels so pathetic, but it feels so good. He can't help it. Soft tears fall from his eyes as he humps your leg, "M'sorry for a being a bad puppy," He hiccups, whining when he looks up to you still on your phone, "S-so— ahh— sorry, mama."

His dick twitches in his sweats. He's so close to letting go, so close to making a big mess and cumming in the most embarrassing way he ever has, but needs you. Needs something, anything from you. "P-please," He begs, choking on a sob as tears stream down his face. "D-do somethin—" He sniffles, you finally put your phone down.

You take his face roughly, squishing his cheeks. "Learn your lesson about being a naughty puppy?" You coo in faux sympathy. He nods into your palm immediately, and you laugh. "I thought you'd like it.." You take in how pathetic he looks, "Humping me like a real doggy."

He moans loudly in response, and you can't help the smirk that finds it way onto your face. "See? You like it, humping my leg like a pathetic bitch." You feel his hips stutter, he flushes red. "You're pathetic, Chris." You say, in that sweet, innocent tone that gets him every time. "N—needed— your— f-fuh...fuck!"

You smile down at him, finally releasing his face. "Needed my attention. I know, puppy, I know." You coo, tilting his head up, "Now are you good be a good puppy and cum for mama or, do you need another punishment?" He shakes his head vigorously, too dumb to even attempt to argue. "Nooo— m' gonna cum— m' gonna be a g-good puppy—" He babbles on, rutting against your leg, "I— I— mama! M' cummin' ohmy— Fuck—!"

You smile, watching him fall limp against your leg as his orgasm hits him like a train. You lean down and kiss his head. "Good doggy."

[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, matt, 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, matt, 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, matt, i’ve been so good.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

you were never one to refuse.

dedicated to @strnilolover

[mattybsgroupie]

— TUB

— 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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[humpster35]

The way in the “Filling Chris’s room with a 1000 balloons” video was after Chris got the tattoos. 😭