#matt x you

[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.

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𝐰𝐜. 𝟒𝟖𝟒

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

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[sweetshuga]

𝑮𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒔 ✰ 𝑴.𝑺

ᯓ 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒕 𝒔𝒎𝒖𝒕! ────

𝒂𝒏: Something short :)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[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."

[whor3ing]

BASICALLY 1K ON BOTH PARTS HELLO I LOVE U GUYS

15 𝑴𝒊𝒏𝒖𝒕𝒆𝒔 2 | 𝑪.𝑺 & 𝑴.𝑺

▶︎ ၊��||၊ 15 MINUTES , SABRINA CARPENTER

Chris Sturniolo! & Matt Sturniolo! x f!reader

WARNINGS : smut,part two of two, build-up, threesome (no incest ofc ew), taking turns with you, possessive, praise, safeword establishment, begging, fingering, unprotected sex, eventual double penetration, making a forgotten bet with your body, spitting (in mouth), edging, usage of "slut"

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IN WHICH.. a drunken confession to your best friend Matt at a party turns into a heated competition when his brother Chris gets involved. Now, they’re both determined to satisfy you first.

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word count : 5.6k ♡

part one

Your legs are shaking, your breath coming in ragged gasps as Chris' fingers dig into your hips, keeping you still. His fingers are glistening with your juices, the sticky warm lubricant gliding against your own thigh as he holds you close, keeping you grounded.

“Look at you,” Matt murmurs, running his thumb over your swollen bottom lip from his spot in front of you on the floor. “Already so fucked out, and we’re just getting started.”

Chris smirks, his grip tightening as he leans in, lips ghosting over your ear. “Bet you thought you were done, huh? Thought we would just tease you and send you away? hmm..” His voice is low, teasing, sending a shiver down your spine.

Matt hums in agreement, his fingers tracing slow, deliberate patterns along your bare skin. “We’re nowhere near done, sweetheart.”

You whimper, the ache between your thighs growing unbearable. Your body is already trembling, hypersensitive from their relentless touch, but the way they look at you— their eyes hungry, possessive—makes it clear they have no intention of stopping anytime soon.

Chris presses a kiss to your shoulder, his grip firm but reassuring as he murmurs, “You still with us, baby?”

You nod, a breathy yes slipping past your lips, but Matt isn’t convinced. His fingers skim over your thigh, touch slow, grounding. “Before we go any further, we need to talk about something.”

Chris pulls back slightly, brow furrowing. “What’s up?”

Matt meets his brother’s gaze, then looks at you, his voice softer, serious. “I just wanna make sure we’re all good. That you feel safe with us.”

“I know,” he says, squeezing your knee, “but I wanna be sure. We should set a safe word. Something easy to remember, just in case.”

Chris tilts his head, smirking. “Yeah, good call. Something obvious.”

“Like stop?” you offer.

Matt snorts. “Too basic. In the heat of the moment, we need something you wouldn’t just say by accident.”

Chris hums, thinking. “What about ‘pineapple’?”

Matt groans. “Dude, that’s so overused.”

You can’t help but giggle. “Okay, then what do you suggest?”

Matt pretends to think hard, tapping his chin. “Something random. Like… platypus.”

Chris barks out a laugh. “Platypus?! You really think she’s gonna be able to say that if she needs to?”

“Fine, fine,” Matt concedes, rolling his eyes. “What about spaghetti?”

Chris grins. “I like spaghetti.”

You shake your head, amused. “You would.”

Matt looks at you expectantly. “Well? You like it?”

You giggle, biting your lip. “Sure. Spaghetti.”

Chris leans in, grinning against your skin. “Better hope you never get a craving in the middle of this, then.”

Matt chuckles, squeezing your hip. “Alright, sweetheart. Now that we got that settled…” He lets his fingers trail up your inner thigh, voice dropping as he murmurs, “Why don’t we put it to the test?”

Without a word, Matt stands up slowly, fingers gripping the hem of his shirt before pulling it over his head in one smooth motion. The fabric hits the floor, forgotten, as he looks down at you with a smirk.

His chest is all smooth, taut skin stretched over firm muscle, the kind that comes from just living—from skateboarding, laughing, wrestling with his brothers. He isn’t bulky, but every line is defined, his pecs firm beneath a light dusting of freckles, a faint tan line barely visible where his shirt usually sits.

Chris lets out a low whistle, shaking his head. “Show-off,” he mutters, though the amusement in his voice is unmistakable.

Matt just shrugs, his hands moving to the waistband of his sweats. “Jealous?”

Chris chuckles, leaning in close to you again, his lips brushing the shell of your ear. “Not even a little,” he murmurs, his fingers tracing slow, deliberate circles against your skin. “Especially not when I already know how this is gonna end.”

Matt arches a brow, tilting his head. “Oh yeah? You that confident?”

Chris smirks, his grip tightening slightly. “I don’t lose bets.”

Matt steps forward, his gaze locked onto yours as he reaches for you, his fingers skimming along your sides before his hands settle on your waist.

His touch is firm but teasing, his thumbs tracing lazy circles against your heated skin.

“You don’t lose bets?” he echoes, amusement lacing his words as he leans in. “Guess I’ll just have to make this one your first.”

Before Chris can fire back, Matt dips his head, his lips finding the your breasts. He moves slowly at first, trailing soft, open-mouthed kisses along your skin, his breath warm and teasing. Then, without warning, he takes your nipple into his mouth, sucking gently before flicking his tongue over the sensitive bud.

A gasp escapes your lips, your body arching instinctively into his touch.

Chris hums in approval, his hands still gripping your waist as he watches, his thumbs pressing into your hips. His grip tightens, fingers kneading into your skin as he watches Matt work on your tits. “She likes that,” he murmurs, a soft chuckle in his tone.

Matt smirks against your skin before sucking harder, his tongue swirling slow and deliberate around your nipple. His hands roam, one slipping to the small of your back, pressing you closer, the other kneading your other breast, fingers teasing against the neglected bud.

Your breath comes in uneven gasps, every nerve ending sparking under their attention. Chris’ hands slide up your waist, his fingers ghosting over your ribs before moving higher, cupping your breasts from behind. He palms them, thumbs grazing low against the shape of your tits, adding to the heat already pooling low in your stomach.

Matt pulls back just enough to flick his tongue against your nipple again, eyes flicking up to meet yours. “She’s already squirming,” he notes with a grin, voice dripping with satisfaction. “Think we should start the clock yet?”

Chris hums, his thumbs circling over your sensitive peaks as he considers. “Mm, not yet,” he decides, voice low and teasing. “I think she needs to be a little more desperate first.”

Matt chuckles, his breath warm against your skin as he presses another open-mouthed kiss to your breast. “You hear that, sweetheart?” he murmurs, flicking his tongue over your nipple once more before lightly scraping his teeth against it. “Better start begging if you want us to get this bet going.”

Chris grins, rolling your nipples between his fingers, relishing the way your body jolts in response. “Or maybe we just keep teasing you all night and call it a draw,” he muses, lips brushing the shell of your ear. “Wouldn’t that be cruel?”

Your body betrays you, arching into their touch, a whimper slipping from your lips as the ache between your thighs grows unbearable.

Matt watches you closely, his free hand trailing down your stomach, fingers toying with the waistband of whatever little clothing you have left. “C’mon, sweetheart,” he coaxes, his voice smoother than honey. “Tell us how bad you want it.”

You swallow hard, your breath coming in short, needy gasps as Matt’s fingers tease just below your stomach, so close to the one place you need him most.

Chris pinches your nipples lightly, making you jolt in his hold, a smug chuckle rumbling from his chest. “Look at her,” he murmurs, his voice thick with amusement. “Already falling apart, and we haven’t even started yet.”

Matt smirks, dragging his knuckles over your lower stomach, so close but not nearly enough. “I dunno, Chris,” he muses, tilting his head as if considering. “Maybe we should just take our time with her. Really make her work for it.”

A frustrated whine escapes you, your hips shifting instinctively, searching for any kind of friction. “Please,” you breathe, your voice barely above a whisper.

Chris hums, his lips brushing against your shoulder. “Please, what?”

You squeeze your eyes shut, your pride warring with your desperation. But when Matt dips his fingers just beneath the waistband of your underwear, barely grazing your sensitive skin, you break. “Please, start the bet,” you whimper. “I need it.”

Chris grins against your skin. “That’s our girl.”

Matt chuckles darkly, finally slipping his hand lower. “Three minutes each,” he reminds Chris, his fingers just barely parting your slick folds. “Let’s see who can edge her the longest.”

Chris pulls back just enough to grab his phone from the nightstand, unlocking it with a smirk. “I’ll start the timer,” he says, amusement lacing his voice. “Don’t go too easy on her, Matty.”

Matt’s fingers dip lower, teasing at your entrance but never pushing in, his other hand gripping your thigh to keep you still. “Oh, don’t worry,” he murmurs, eyes dark with mischief as he presses a slow, deliberate kiss to your neck.

“I plan on making every second count.”

Chris swipes at his screen, setting the timer before locking eyes with Matt. “Three minutes,” he announces, his voice dropping. “Starting now.”

The soft beep of the timer is the only warning you get before Matt moves, slipping two fingers inside you with a smooth, practiced ease, your body falling against Chris' chest as his veiny hands curl inside of you.

Your body clenches around him instinctively, a sharp gasp escaping your lips as he curls his fingers even more, immediately searching for that spot that will have you unraveling in seconds.

Chris watches with a wicked grin, his hands running over your sides, down your stomach, adding to the overstimulation. “Already reacting so well,” he murmurs. “Think she’ll last?”

Matt pumps his fingers slow, deliberate, his thumb brushing against your clit in featherlight strokes that have your thighs trembling. “She better,” he muses.

A desperate whimper escapes you as Matt curls his fingers just right, a sharp jolt of pleasure shooting through you as his fingertips pulse against your g-spot.

Your thighs twitch, body arching, but Chris is right there, keeping you steady against him, his breath hot against your skin.

“Shit, she’s squeezing my fingers so tight,” Matt groans, his pace quickening just slightly. His dark eyes flicker up to yours, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “You that close already, baby?”

Chris presses a kiss just below your ear, his voice a low whisper. “Don’t give in yet,” he teases. “You wouldn’t want to lose the first round, would you?”

Matt slows his movements just enough to keep you teetering on the edge, a smug grin playing on his lips as he watches you struggle. “Come on, sweetheart,” he coos, his fingers dragging out of you almost entirely before plunging back in, deeper this time. “You can hold out for me, can’t you?”

Your breath comes in short, desperate gasps, your hands scrambling for something to hold onto as the pleasure builds dangerously high. Chris chuckles against your neck, his grip on your waist tightening. “She’s trying so hard,” he murmurs, his thumbs circling your hardened nipples, teasing them with just enough pressure to make you squirm. “Think she’ll break before the timer runs out?”

Matt’s smirk widens. “Guess we’ll find out.” His thumb presses more firmly against your clit, rubbing in slow, deliberate circles that have your body trembling against Chris’. The coil in your stomach tightens, your walls fluttering around his fingers as the pleasure surges.

The timer beeps.

Matt immediately pulls away, slipping his fingers from you with an infuriating slowness. “Time’s up,” he announces, bringing his glistening fingers to his lips and sucking them clean with a satisfied hum.

Chris growls lowly, shifting you in his lap as he reaches for the phone. “My turn.”

You shiver, unable to control the way your body reacts to the two of them. Each of their touches, their movements, the way they effortlessly keep you on the edge — it’s almost too much.

Chris takes the phone from Matt, his fingers tapping the screen as he resets the timer. His other hand grips your waist, holding you firmly against him as his breath ghosts over your neck, taking the same place where Chris has just been.

“You ready, sweetheart?” His voice is low, teasing, as his he sets down the phone, his hand moving up to hold your neck, his thumb rubbing soft slow circles over your skin.

You nod, though it’s hardly a choice. Chris’ hands are on you—one gripping your thigh to keep you spread open, the other dipping between your legs without hesitation.

“Already so fucking wet god slut,” he mutters, fingers sliding through the slick mess Matt left behind. He traces slow, lazy strokes over your clit, barely applying pressure, just enough to keep you on edge.

Matt leans in from the side, his lips brushing against your ear.

“Think you can hold out?”

It’s a challenge, one that makes your stomach tighten, makes your body tense as Chris’ fingers suddenly slip inside, curling just right.

The timer ticks down, but Chris isn’t playing fair—he’s relentless, fingers pumping, thumb circling your clit in a way that has your thighs shaking. Your nails dig into Matt's thick tattooed forearm as you moan, your grip strong against his arm as you squirm beneath them both.

Matt chuckles beside you, his thumb grazing your lip. “You gonna let him wreck you, princess?”

Before you can answer, Chris shifts, his hands gripping your thighs as he slides down between them. He spreads you open again, his breath hot against your soaked aching pussy. “Fuck,” he groans, taking in the mess between your legs. “All this for us?”

He doesn’t give you time to respond before his mouth is on you—hot, wet, and completely overwhelming. His tongue flicks over your clit before flattening, dragging a slow, torturous path up your slit. You jolt, your back arching, a breathless moan slipping past your lips.

Chris hums against you, the vibrations sending another jolt of pleasure through your core. “So sweet,” he mutters before diving back in, his tongue working you over like he’s starving for it.

Matt watches with a smug grin, his fingers brushing over your throat before trailing down, stopping just above your breasts. “God, you sound so pretty,” he muses. “Bet you could come just from his mouth, huh?”

Chris groans in agreement, pulling away just enough to mutter, “She’s gonna.” Then, without warning, he sucks your clit into his mouth, his fingers slipping inside you again, curling perfectly against that spot that has you keening.

Your nails dig deeper into Matt’s forearm, your body writhing beneath them as the pleasure builds impossibly fast. “Oh my God—Chris, please—”

Chris lifts his head just enough to smirk up at you, his lips glistening. “Please what? Say it, baby.” His fingers thrust into you harder, his tongue teasing just enough to drive you insane.

Your head falls back against Matt’s shoulder, a whimper spilling from your lips. “Please let me come.”

Chris chuckles darkly. “That’s cute,” he taunts, his tongue flicking against you again, his fingers never slowing. “You gotta let me win this though.. hmm ma, you gotta hold all that come in for me so when you win for us, I can treat you..."

Chris slows his movements just enough to make you whine, dragging his tongue over you in lazy strokes, his fingers still deep inside you but barely moving. "You hear me, baby?" he murmurs, his voice muffled against your dripping cunt. "You want me to win, don’t you?"

Matt’s grip tightens around your throat, tilting your head back against his shoulder "Nah pretty girl, you want me to win don't you hmm?," he muses, his lips brushing your ear. "Why don't you just let it all out... hmm yeah? Come all over his tongue for me, mm.. make me a winner, sweetheart."

Chris groans against you, his fingers twitching inside your soaked pussy. He lifts his head just enough to shoot Matt a glare, lips glistening, chin wet with your arousal. “The fuck you think you’re doing, bro?” he grumbles, his voice rough. “She’s mine right now.”

Matt just smirks, his grip on your throat firm but not constricting, his thumb brushing slow circles against your skin. “Nah, I think she wants to give it to me,” he teases, his voice deep and smooth. “You hear that, baby? You gonna come for me?”

Your body is a mess of tension, caught between them, between their words, their touch, their relentless torment. Chris’ fingers are still inside you, teasing, pressing right against your g-spot but the pace is excruciatingly slow—just enough to keep you desperate, just enough to keep you from falling over the edge.

Chris lets out a low chuckle, his tongue flicking out to lap at you again, slow and deliberate. “You let go now, ma, you lose for me,” he murmurs, his breath hot against your throbbing clit. “You wanna lose for me? After everything I just gave you, only a filthy fucking girl would come right now, that's not you is it?”

Matt hums beside you, dragging his lips along the curve of your jaw. “Or, you could be a good girl for me and let it all out,” he taunts, his fingers slipping down your stomach, teasing, never quite touching where you need him. “So fucking pretty when you fall apart.”

Your breath hitches, a whimper spilling from your lips. You can’t think, can’t focus—your body is shaking, your muscles tight, your orgasm hovering just out of reach.

The timer beeps.

Chris lets out a low, frustrated groan, his fingers slipping from you agonizingly slow, leaving you empty and trembling. His lips are slick, his mouth still parted like he doesn’t want to stop. His dark eyes flick up to Matt, a smirk twitching at his lips.

"Your turn, better hope you don't fuckin' lose, that pussy is so fucking sloppy," he mutters.

Matt hums, releasing his grip on your throat as he shifts, standing just long enough to shove his sweats and boxers down. Your breath catches as he settles back behind you, his hands immediately gripping your hips, pulling you flush against him.

"You did so good for me, pretty girl," Matt murmurs against your ear, his voice deep, smooth, teasing. His fingers trail down your stomach, grazing the sensitive skin between your thighs. "Holding all that in for so long… now, you just have to last for me.."

Matt's grip tightens on your hips as he presses himself against you, his breath hot against your ear. "Think you can handle that, sweetheart?" he murmurs, his voice dripping with amusement, with challenge.

Chris scoffs from in front of you, his eyes dark, his lips still slick from everything he just did to you. "Doubt it," he mutters, his fingers lazily tracing along your thigh, possessive even when it’s not his turn. "She was already falling apart for me—no way she’s making it through you."

Matt chuckles, his grip shifting as he drags his fingers through the mess Chris left behind. "Mm, I dunno," he muses, teasing you, making you squirm. "I think she wants to be good for me."

Chris leans in, his lips barely brushing against yours. "That true, baby?" he murmurs, eyes flicking between yours. "You gonna be good for him? Or are you still all fucked out from me?"

Your breath stutters, your body still pulsing, still trembling with need. Matt doesn't wait for an answer—his fingers press into your skin, his grip firm as he positions you just how he wants.

His cock is thick against your entrance, precum spilling out from his tip and dripping against his shaft as his hands linger on your hips, holding your dripping cunt right above his hard cock. He grunts, pushing his hips up to grind his cock against your pussy, coating it with your juices. The feeling is electrifying, sending tingles through your body.

Matt's fingers dig into your hips, his grip tightening as he pulls you closer, his cock rubbing against your clit. His large hands move against your thighs to spread you open and you barely have time to suck in a breath before he pushes inside, stretching you open around his cock in one deep, brutal thrust.

You whimper almost immediately, feeling his cock swell inside of you, the tip of his dick pressing directly against your g-spot, raw, his precum coating against your insides.

Matt's hands grip your hips tightly, his fingers digging into your flesh as he starts to move inside you. His thrusts are slow and deliberate, each one pushing deeper into your body, stretching you wider. You can feel the head of his dick brush against your cervix with every thrust, sending waves of pleasure through you that course through your body.

Your breath comes in short gasps as you try to adjust to the sensation of being filled so completely, all by your absolute best friend.

Chris sits beside you on the bed, watching you with that smirk of his. His eyes burn with anticipation as Matt takes control, his body pressing into yours, the sound of skin against skin filling the room as Matt pounds into your drenched pussy, again and again, fucking you so good.

"You look so good like this," Chris murmurs, pulling back just enough to look into your eyes. His hand slides to your neck, gently gripping it, but not enough to cut off your air.

He enjoys watching you squirm, the way your body reacts to both of them. "You like it when Matt fucks you, don’t you? But you can’t forget, I’m still here... in control."

Matt’s pace doesn’t slow, his hips desperately bucking up into you as he groans behind you, buried deep inside of your pussy.

"You think you can keep quiet while Matt pounds into you like that?" he taunts, his voice low and rough, "remember all the people just right outside that door.. hmm ma?if they came in everyone would see you like this, hmm?

You gasp as Matt’s hips meet yours again, the force of his movements driving you crazy. But Chris isn’t done. His hand moves lower, brushing against your side as he leans in close, lips against your neck.

"Stay with me," he commands, the intensity in his voice matching the rhythm of Matt’s thrusts. "I know, that cock feels so good, doesn't it? mmh yeah? Come on it for me, make him lose.. hmm?

You want it, don’t you?" he murmurs, his fingers trailing up your throat before his hand grips your jaw. "You’re so fucking perfect when you’re desperate." His thumb brushes your lower lip, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth.

Without warning, he leans in, his lips crashing against yours for a searing kiss. But this time, he pulls back slightly, his eyes never leaving yours as he spits directly into your mouth, his wet saliva dripping directly onto your tongue, wet and warm.

"Swallow," he commands, his voice rough. "You’re mine. Every part of you. You’ll take whatever I give you."

The timer beeps again, and the room seems to shift as the focus turns back to Chris. He grins, the smug satisfaction in his eyes undeniable as he slides closer to you on the bed, his movements slow and deliberate.

"It’s my turn now," he says, his voice low and commanding, as he pushes you back against the bed with ease. His eyes flicker to Matt, who stops for a moment, allowing Chris to take full control of the situation.

Chris doesn’t waste any time, taking everything off without even giving you so much as a look, he flips you over with ease. Smiling as he positions you on all fours in front of him, your pussy glistening as he positions himself between your legs.

"You’ve been so fucking good for me," he murmurs, his lips grazing your neck. "Now, I want you to take me just like you did with Matt, yeah?"

He trails kisses along your skin, his voice rough as his hands grip your thighs, pulling you closer to the edge of the bed. His eyes lock with yours as he positions himself at your entrance, teasing for just a moment before he slides inside you, stretching you open in a way that has you gasping.

"You feel so fucking good," Chris groans, his movements slow at first, savoring every inch of you. "You’re gonna take me just like that. Like you want it so badly, like you need it."

Chris keeps his pace slow, torturous, making you feel every inch of him as he stretches you open. His hands roam your body, gripping your hips before trailing up to your back, pressing down just enough to arch you further.

"Fuck, look at you," he murmurs, voice thick with desire. "Taking me so well. Just like I knew you would."

Behind you, Matt watches, still catching his breath, his cock glistening with your slick as he strokes himself lazily, his eyes locked on the way Chris disappears inside you.

"You’re a fucking mess," Matt mutters, his voice dripping with amusement. "She was already so wrecked for me, and now you’re just ruining her, huh?"

Chris chuckles darkly, his fingers digging into your skin as he starts to thrust harder, deeper. "That’s the point, isn’t it? She wants this. Wants to be used, filled up—fucked until she can’t take anymore."

You whimper at his words, the pleasure overwhelming, your body trembling beneath him. He’s relentless now, pounding into you, his grip bruising as he pulls you back onto his cock, meeting each thrust with force.

"Come on, baby," Chris taunts, his voice rough. "Give me those pretty sounds. Let Matt hear how good I’m fucking you."

Your moans spill out uncontrollably, your body shuddering as Chris slams into you, over and over, pushing you closer and closer to the edge as you bury your head against the mattress, moaning into the soft velvet sheets.

"Time’s up."

Matt’s tone is firm, controlled—but there’s an edge to it, something possessive simmering beneath the surface. You barely process his words before you feel Chris tense behind you, his thrusts faltering for just a second before he growls lowly.

"Fuck that," Chris snaps, his grip tightening as he slams into you harder, ignoring the invisible boundary that’s just been set. "She’s not done. I’m not done."

Matt scoffs, standing up from his seat. "That’s not how this works, Chris." His voice is sharp now, the tension between them thick and electric. "You had your time."

Chris doesn’t stop, doesn’t even acknowledge him beyond a dark chuckle. He presses his chest against your back, his lips brushing your ear. "You don’t want me to stop, do you?"

You can barely think, the pleasure consuming every ounce of your logic, but Matt isn’t having it. Within seconds, he’s stepping in, yanking Chris back by his shoulder. The force makes Chris stumble slightly, pulling out of you with a frustrated growl.

"The fuck is your problem?" Chris snaps, glaring at Matt.

Matt glares right back, his jaw clenched. "My problem? You act like rules don’t apply to you. Like I’m just supposed to sit back and watch while you do whatever the fuck you want."

Chris smirks, licking his lips as he steps closer, challenging. "You mad ‘cause I was making her fall apart first?"

The tension is suffocating now, heat of a different kind crackling between them as they stand chest to chest. You’re left breathless, your body still trembling from the denied climax, watching as the two brothers stare each other down.

Then, without warning, Matt’s hand shoots out, grabbing Chris by the jaw. "If you don’t back the fuck off, I’ll take what’s mine right now."

Chris grins, unbothered. "Then do it."

“Just want to make sure you’re good,” he murmurs, his other hand sliding down your body, resting lightly on your hip. “If you’re not, we stop. I need you to be sure.”

You feel your heart race, the honesty in his voice only turning you on more. “I’m sure, Matt. I need both of you,” you say, your voice more confident now, the ache inside you undeniable.

Chris watches the exchange with a dark smirk, clearly enjoying the power dynamic at play, but he doesn’t push—waiting, giving Matt space to make sure you’re truly ready.

Matt’s lips curl into a faint smile, his hand sliding down between your legs, checking how wet you are, the warmth of his touch sending a shudder through your body. “You’re ready,” he murmurs with a satisfied look, before glancing at Chris.

“Let’s do this.”

Chris nods, his own smirk widening as he steps closer, his fingers lightly tracing down your spine, sending a shiver through you.

“Ready to take both of us, baby?” Chris growls low, his lips brushing against your ear as he positions himself behind you again.

Matt kneels down in front of you, his hands gently cupping your face as he locks eyes with you. “Tell me if it’s too much. We go slow.” His voice is soothing, though there’s a hunger beneath it.

You’re already a mess, desperate, and the idea of having both of them—together—has you dizzy with need. You can barely form words, but you manage to whisper, “I want both of you... please.”

With that, Matt shifts into position sliding beneath you, your body resting on top of his, his cock pressing up to meet your swollen clit. He guides you gently to take him in as Chris slowly pushes further inside you from behind, both of them stretching your pussy out on their thick cocks.

Your breath catches at the stretch, at the overwhelming fullness of having them both, but Matt’s hands on you, his steady presence, help ground you as you adjust.

“Fuck, you feel so good fuckin' slut taking both of us in that pussy s'well,” Chris growls, his hands holding your hips firmly as he starts to move, pulling back only to slam in again, while Matt keeps his pace steady, watching your reactions with his hands firm on your thighs.

“You’re taking both of us so well,” Matt praises, his voice rough but tender as he checks in again. “You okay?”

You nod, the pleasure starting to build again, your body instinctively moving with them, your moans coming faster now. “Yes... I’m okay, just keep going.”

Matt's hands move up to your breasts, his thumbs brushing over your hard nipples as he continues to watch you intently. " You're so beautiful," he whispers, his eyes never leaving yours.

Chris's hips start to pick up the pace, his cock throbbing inside you as he matches Matt's rhythm. You feel the pleasure building, your body arching towards them both.

The sensation of being filled by two men at once is overwhelming, but in the best possible way.

As you moan louder, Chris leans in, his lips brushing against your ear. "You're ours, baby," he murmurs, his voice low and husky. "You'll always be ours.. mm that pussy will always belong to us."

"We're going to fill you up so good, make you scream our names while we both fuck you like this, pretty girl."

Your mind goes blank as pleasure overtakes everything, leaving only the sound of your ragged breaths and their whispered praises, leaving only your frantic voice murmuring both of their names like it's the only thing left in your vocabulary.

With a final thrust, both of them pull out, Chris' breath is ragged as he spills his warmth onto your skin, right on your ass. His cum drips down your thighs as Matt pumps his cock a few more times; his sticky release coating your stomach as he groans against you, his body shuttering.

The sensation of your pussy empty without them lingering like a gentle burn against your skin, your cunt sore and so stretched out as you all catch your breath.

Chris groans, his cheeks red as he slumps over your ass, his cock dripping with your juices and Matt whimpers, his eyebrows furrowed and sweat matted into his hair as the rest of his cum drips down against his shaft.

Chris lets out a breathless chuckle, his sweaty body still draped over you.“Wait... so who won this bet, exactly?”

Matt blinks a few times, glancing at Chris, then down at you. “I mean... we all came at the same time, right? Wasn’t the whole point to see who could edge her the longest?” He shakes his head, still trying to process what happened.

You raise an eyebrow, doing your best to hold in your laughter. “Well, if you’re asking who won... I guess that would be me.”

Chris gapes at you, confusion quickly morphing into disbelief. “What? How did you—”

Matt cuts him off with a loud groan. “This is a disaster. We were supposed to outlast you, not... whatever that was.”

You grin, rolling your eyes playfully. “Hey, I didn’t make the rules. You guys did.”

Chris chuckles, clearly defeated. “Yeah, yeah... but next time, we’re picking a less... complicated bet. Something like... I don’t know, who can make the worst joke or something.”

Matt snorts. “Or who can make you come the most. Simpler stuff.”

You laugh, wiping a few stray tears of amusement from your eyes. “Deal. But I still won.”

Matt sighs, pulling you into his chest with a smirk. “Alright, alright. Rematch it is. We’re doing something totally ridiculous next time.”

Chris looks at you and shakes his head, sweat coating his hair. “You’re way too good at this. I’m calling a rematch and this time—I’m winning ma, not you.”

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Sturniolo Nationnnnn😚

I’m bored let’s do a height check

im about 4’11 or 4’9

[delilahsturniolo]

۶ৎ sub!matt hates being neglected by you . . .

thank u to my love @luvs4matt for the idea <3

the afternoon has become a slow, delicious burn. matt, a master of subtle pleas and yearning glances, has been reduced to a quivering mess of frustrated sexual desire. you however, haven’t even batted matt an eye today. the silence is a weapon, a carefully wielded tool of control that leaves him aching for your attention, your touch, your utter dominance.

matt starts with the small things. a lingering touch of his hand on yours as you pass the remote. a soft, almost imperceptible brush of his thigh against yours as he sits on the couch beside you. each attempt is a carefully calibrated test, a desperate plea for acknowledgement. but you remain impassive, your focus a laser beam, your gaze never wavering from the mundane tasks that occupy your day.

the frustration, the exquisite torment, builds over the next few hours. matt’s hand finds its way to his crotch, the fabric of his pants a meager barrier against his growing hardness. he shifts closer, his body pressed against yours, the pressure a blatant invitation. matt begins to rub, a slow, deliberate dance of desperation, his eyes locked on yours, pleading, begging. "please mama..” he breathes, his voice a ragged whisper. "just look at me. i need you so badly."

a slow, wicked smile curves your lips. you finally turn, your eyes meeting his, a dark promise glinting within them. you know the game, the delicious cruelty of your control, the intoxicating power you wield. "do you?" you purr, your voice a low, velvet caress. "do you really need me, baby?" you asked, knowing damn well how horny he was right now. matt whimpers, a pathetic sound that sends a shiver of pleasure down your spine. "mmph..yes baby..” he gasps, his hand working faster against his clothed length now, the friction a delicious torment. "i’m so hard for you sweetheart, i can't… oh my god..”

you lean in, your voice a husky whisper against his ear. "you like this, don't you? being denied? being left to dangle, desperate and aching?" matt groans, his body arching, his face flushed. "yes… yes, i do…but please…"

"but what?" you tease, your hand finding the soft skin of his inner thigh, your fingers tracing the outline of his erection through the fabric. "you going to beg? are you going to plead? you need to earn my attention like a good boy..” you tease. matt’s eyes widen, his breath catching in his throat. he’s on the verge, teetering on the precipice of climax, his control hanging by a thread. “anything," he chokes out, his voice thick with need. "i’ll do anything… please… let me… mmpph i can't mama…i’m so close…"

you lean back, savoring his desperation. you watch as his hand moves faster, his body trembling with the effort. you're clearly toying with him, savoring the moment, drawing out the pleasure, the torment. you enjoyed teasing him like this. "you’re such a good boy," you smile, your voice dripping with satisfaction. "but you haven't earned it yet. not quite."

you reach out, your fingers tracing the curve of his jaw, your thumb brushing against his lips. your eyes lock, a silent battle of wills. "tell me what you want baby.” you demand, your voice a low growl. "say it. use your words." matt looks at you, his eyes alight with a mixture of desperation and desire. he knows exactly what you want to hear.

"i want you.." he whispers, his voice barely audible. "i want you to fuck me. i want you to make me cum, please love, can’t take it..” a slow, satisfied smile spreads across your face. "that's a good boy," you murmur. he looks at you, his eyes filled with a desperate plea. his body is trembling with need, his erection throbbing against his pants. matt’s on the edge, the point of no return drawing near.

“now let’s see how long you can last..” you whisper, your hands slowly teasing his erection, but still not giving him what he wants. the feeling of his orgasm was nearly gone. he was left hard, horny, and yearning for an orgasm. matt knew he had to work for what he wanted. and you were going to make him.

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[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

[sagesturns]

What The Hell Did You Do To Me? -M.S

Matt didn’t do love. He didn’t do attachment, or affection, or anything that required his heart to actually be involved. His life was neat, orderly, and emotionally untethered. He kept things simple. No complications. No strings.

The arrangement with you had always been straightforward. A mutual release. A way to unload the stress of the day, to let off steam. Nothing more. At least, that’s how he saw it. He didn’t need more, and you didn’t seem to want it either. He made it clear from the start that he didn’t do relationships. He didn't do feelings. And you’d never pushed.

But somehow, little by little, things had started to shift. He tried to ignore it at first—dismiss the way your smile made his chest tighten, the way your laugh lingered in his mind long after you’d left. Your habits, the way you spun the ring on your finger when you were nervous, or how your eyelashes fluttered when you looked up at him—all of it started to invade his thoughts. He hated that he noticed. He hated how his eyes seemed to always find you, how his mind followed your every movement.

You’d say things sometimes—innocent things, really. After a night together, when the air between you both was heavy with sweat and whispers, you’d murmur something like, “Maybe this could be more, Matt. Maybe we could be more.”

And he’d shut it down, every time. Quickly. Firmly. No hesitation.

“No,” he’d say, voice flat, “I don’t do that. You know that.”

It was always easy to push you away in those moments, to remind you of the boundaries. He kept everything in check, just the way he liked it. But over time, it wasn’t so easy. The words, the touch, the way you made him feel—he could no longer ignore it.

It was like a constant hum in the background of his mind. And it pissed him off.

He tried to fight it. Focus on his work. Keep his distance. But no matter how hard he tried, you were there. In the quiet moments when his mind was free to wander, there you were. The way your hand grazed his skin when you passed him in the hallway, the way you sighed against him in the dead of night, making him feel like he was drowning in something he didn’t want to feel.

He hated it. Hated how you made him feel. How he could no longer go a day without thinking about you, without wondering what it would be like to have you in his life, to actually have something real with you.

And then, one night, it all came to a head.

The frustration, the confusion, the raw need to just get it out, to scream it all into the universe—Matt couldn’t take it anymore. He was shaking, his heart racing as he drove to your apartment, unable to stop himself, as if some unseen force was pulling him toward you. The road blurred in his vision, his hands tight on the wheel, his breath coming too fast. He wasn’t sure what he was doing, but he knew he needed to get to you. He needed to yell at you. To tell you exactly what he was feeling, what you’d done to him.

He knocked on your door, the sound echoing in the quiet of the night. When you opened it, you barely had time to register the fury in his eyes before he pushed past you, forcing his way inside.

“I fucking hate you,” he growled, his voice sharp and dangerous.

Your eyes widened at his words, your mouth opening to respond, but before you could say anything, he was already on you, his hands gripping your arms, shaking with pent-up anger.

“I hate you,” he repeated, his voice a low growl, “for what you’re doing to me. You made me feel this... this thing, and I can’t get rid of it. Every time I look at you, it’s like I’m losing my mind. You’re all I think about, and I fucking hate it.” He let out a airy laugh, but it was a bitter sound, twisted like a knot in his chest, as if the anger and disbelief were clawing their way out, refusing to let the truth in.

His breath was ragged, his chest heaving as the anger spilled out. He took a step back, running a hand through his hair, his fingers trembling.

“I didn’t want this,” he continued, his voice quieter now, a mixture of frustration and something else he couldn’t quite name. “I didn’t want to care. But here I am, thinking about you all the goddamn time. And I can’t stop it. I can’t stop this... this feeling you’ve given me.”

You stood there, silent, trying to process what he was saying, but before you could speak, he was there again, stepping closer, his presence overwhelming. He cupped your face in his hands, his thumb brushing over your cheek, his eyes searching yours like he was looking for something he couldn’t find.

“You’ve fucked me up,” he muttered, his voice breaking on the words. “I hate the way you make me feel.”

There was a silence, thick and heavy, as you stood frozen in his gaze. You could see it in his eyes—the conflict, the anger, the raw emotion. You didn’t know what to say. He didn’t seem to know either, but before you could say a word, his lips crashed onto yours, hard and desperate. It wasn’t gentle, it wasn’t soft—it was a kiss that carried all the frustration, the confusion, the need he had been trying to suppress.

When he pulled back, his breathing was uneven, his face just inches from yours.

“What the fuck did you do to me?” he whispered, his voice rough, like it was the hardest thing he’d ever had to say.

It wasn’t a question. Not really. It was an admission of something he wasn’t ready to face, something that had been building up between you both for so long that neither of you could pretend it wasn’t there anymore.

But that was the thing, wasn’t it? He didn’t hate you. Not really. What he hated was how you made him feel, how you turned his world upside down with just a touch, a smile, a word.

He hated it because he didn’t know how to control it. How to stop it.

And now, neither of you could pretend anymore.

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wc: 1k

©sagesturns

[asherrisrandom]

okay so I read a fic a little while ago and it was about matt and reader who had been friends and she had to move away and I think it was named treehouse or something but I forgot who wrote it does anyone know?

it was a series I think

[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…

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[sweetshuga]

Introducing... lecturer!matt

Best paired with... you!

✰ Dilf, has a daughter who’s in middle school, co-parents with his ex-wife, new lecturer, previously a high school heartthrob (still is, just in a different setting), loves cats and dogs alike, always wears blue-light glasses, flannel, laptop always in hand, would rather drink apple juice than alcohol, a great dad, looks intimidating but is a softie, crazy in bed, silver jewellery, gets jealous easily, really charming, talks you through it, praises and endearment, kind of a workaholic, lowkey going through midlife crisis + more.

Read about him.ᐟ

Dry humping lecturer!matt

Isa’s rambling ۶ৎ Lecturer!Matt deserves a proper introduction so here it is! I’m so excited to write more for him ’cause I’m a sucker for dilfs.

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[theyluvivi]

sub!chris finding out he has a choking kink

(tryna help u out with some request🤞🏾)

God, he's screwed.

All he's doing is watching you put away dishes, and he can feel his dick hardening in his boxers.

While you were away at work, he got bored, and usually, when he gets bored, he gets horny. And since you weren't there, he had no choice but to watch porn. And now he's here, imagining your hand wrapped around his throat, your pretty acrylics brushing against his Adam's apple—

"Chris?"

"H-huh?" He tilts his head, "I was asking if you wanted to watch a movie." He nods quickly.

So, so screwed.

He can't think like this. Your hands softly rest against his chest as you nuzzle your head into him. The jump scares from the horror movie you put barely have any effect on him when you have him like this.

"Chris." You say, barely above a whisper. "What?"

He swallows. Hard. Your hands trail down his chest as you lock eyes, "You've been acting so weird. Did I do something?" The cute pout on your lips is making his heart ache. He feels so bad.

"No.. I...." The words get stuck in his throat, watching your hands come up to play with the necklace you bought him with your initial on it. "I... watchedsomething." Your eyebrows furrow together at his slurred words. "You watched something?"

He bites his lip, already feeling the blood rush to his face. "I... was watching, um," He coughs, "Porn." You giggle, "Yeah?"

He blushes. "A-and this girl wrapped her hand around the guys uh...um." He trails off, too embarrassed to finish his words.

But you get it. Chris eyes widen as your hand wraps around his throat. "She did this?" He nods, you hum. "It looked like it felt good, huh?"

He nods again, gasping for air when you squeeze his throat. "Words."

"Y-yes." He whines out, embarrassed enough but quickly turning even more red when he realizes you can feel his raging boner. "Does it feel good?" You squeeze again, harder. And you don't need to hear Chris speak to know it feels good because he lets out the most pathetic sound you've ever heard, something between a moan and a sob.

"Oh, baby.." You coo, watching the way he tries to hide his face from you. "S-shut up."

[humpster35]

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

[unknvhx]

toxicex!matt x confident!reader drabble

the music pulsed through the room, heavy and intoxicating, but not nearly as intoxicating as the way you moved. you were in your own world, your lips parted in a lazy smile, body swaying, head thrown back with laughter, glistening swear that somehow only made you look better.

you were trying to let go, block everything out, and just let the night swallow you whole.

but matt? he couldn’t stop thinking about it all. he sat in the corner, drink forgotten in his hand, jaw tight, leg bouncing with barely in frustration. his eyes never left you. not once. he watched the way your dress clung to you, the way your fingers brushed against people when you spoke, the way men kept looking at you like they thought they had a chance.

his grip on his glass was tight, like it was the only thing stopping him from getting up and making a scene.

but he wasn’t just watching, he was waiting. waiting for the moment someone got too close, lingered too long, let their hands wander where they shouldn’t. and then it happened.

some guy leaned in, whispering in your ear, fingers ghosting over your waist like he had the right. matt was on his feet in an instant, chair scraping, muscles coiled, jaw clenched. he was already picturing it fist connecting with the guy’s jaw, dragging you away from this place, disturbingly looking forward to letting out all of his anger on this one guy, reminding everyone exactly who you belonged to.

you met his glare, smirked, and let the guy’s hand stay just a second longer. your eyes simmered with something that made him sit back, holding himself together, barely.

wc: 289

a/n: based of this request, sorry for taking so long to post it, i started it a week ago ad had no time to finish it, feedback and thoughts would be very much appreciated. <3

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[heeseungsbunny]

quiet !

pairing- matt sturniolo x yapper!reader 🪷

warnings- p in v, overstimulation, dumbification

you were telling MATT about the drama your friend told for about a hour now. “but turns out she didn’t go to the party that night, she went to kade’s house, whose also kayleigh’s boyfriend!” you explain excitedly. matt raises his eyebrow tiredly, pretending to be surprising. he likes when you talk to him for hours, but sometimes it’s hard to shut you up once you start talking. “babe, it’s getting dark, i think you should continue your story in morning” he suggests. “but i was i just getting to the best part” you plead. he sighs and lays back letting you continue to talk, “one more part and your going to bed, or i’ll shut you up myself” he warns. you scoff rolling your eyes and continue your story.

you end up talking for 10 whole minutes. matt was just looking at you blankly while you talked. you could tell he had enough but you waited for him to say something. “that’s it-” he says before pushing you back on the bed and pinning your wrists down above your head. that’s how you ended up out of breath, laying there helpless. matt’s planning was to make you cum until you were tired. the only thing heard was your cries and your heavy breathing, meanwhile matt was enjoying seeing you speechless. “hey what happened, i thought you were still talking, have nothing to say now?” he mocks, still holding your legs apart, thrusting into you as fast as he can. you try to tell him that you’ve had enough but the only thing that comes out is a loud whimper. “stop whining baby, this is only your 3rd orgasm, maybe 3 more will keep you quiet?” he teases, gently tapping your cheek seeing your completely worn out as he bring you to you 4th orgasm.