#matthew sturniolo smut

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milk ♡ matt sturniolo

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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sub!virgin!matt x experienced!pervy!reader

𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 content warning: smut, innocence corruption, mommy kink, handjob, oral (m!receiving), loss of virginity, unprotected sex, sexualization of religious imagery

𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 summary: matt and his dad get into an argument over dinner when he disagrees with the way you're being spoken to, prompting matt to do something a bit out of character.

Please don't read this series if you're religious because it might really upset you. The whole basis for this story is that Matt is a sweet Christian virgin boy who has his innocence corrupted by his dommy mommy neighbor, so don't read if you're not into the plot !

me & u

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

(dedicated to the loml Jules aka @submattenthusiast)

me & u part five

You and Matt were sitting side-by-side at his dining room table while his dad was on the other side of the kitchen, cleaning up a few things while the three of you waited for the lasagna to finish baking.

The mouth-watering scent of garlic and oregano drifted through the air accompanied by the smell of the apple cinnamon candle burning a few feet from you. It had been less than a week since they'd moved in, but their house finally looked lived-in, and almost everything that was previously packed away in boxes was now given a place.

"You guys want anything to drink?" His dad asked as he peeked over at the two of you. "You got any beer?" You wondered aloud. "She's kidding, dad!" Matt blurted out, looking at you wide-eyed and gently nudging you with his leg under the table.

His dad let out a laugh. "Sorry, kid. I've only got soda, water, and milk," he relayed, swinging open the door of the fridge as he listed off the options. "I'll have a coke," Matt requested. "I'll have the same," you responded, smiling.

His dad brought over two cans of coke and placed them in front of each of you. "Lasagna's got about ten more minutes, so sit tight," his dad told you. You peered over at the blue-eyed boy next to you, your gaze lingering on his pink, pouty lips.

"What? Do I have something on my face?" Matt innocently asked, reaching up to brush away whatever you were gawking at. "No. You're just so pretty. I can't stop looking at you," you whispered in a sultry voice. Your compliment colored his cheeks a shade of rosey pink.

"This shirt looks really good on you, too. It brings out your eyes," you commented, playing with the hem of the blue fabric. His breath hitched as your hand wandered south, slowly caressing his bulge over his pajama pants. His gaze darted over at you with his mouth hung open in shock and his eyebrows pinched together in a concerned expression.

"Please. Not in front of my dad. He'd be so mad if he found out," Matt softly whined. "Don't worry, baby. I'm not gonna let him find out. Just let me make you feel good," you purred into his ear, squeezing his erection through the cotton material.

Your eyes flickered over to Matt's dad, who was still in the kitchen with his back turned to the two of you as he loaded the dishwasher. You smirked back over at Matt as your fingers slithered into his waistband until you wrapped them firmly around his throbbing cock, setting it free from the restrictive fabric.

"Yes, mommy," he submitted to you, the words rolling off his tongue in a breathy moan. "Shhh," you held your finger up to your upturned lips. He nodded, relaxing into the chair and letting his stare drop to the movement of the red table cloth that was concealing your little secret.

"You're a naughty boy, aren't you? Letting me touch you under the table," you cooed, looking into his dreamy, blue eyes and his blissed out expression. He caught his bottom lip between his pearly-white teeth as he bit back a whimper, staring back at you. He weakly nodded, sinking into his pleasure.

His heart raced, worried the two of you would he caught, but a part of him liked the adrenaline rush. He could already feel the knot in his stomach taking form. "Naughty, naughty boy," you repeated softly in his ear as you brought him to the edge, knowing how much he loved being called that.

Just when it looked like he couldn't take much more, you slowed your movements to a stop. His dick throbbed in your grasp, silently begging you to keep going. "Please. So close," he whispered.

"Not yet. I wanna take my time," you cruelly responded, denying him relief. He shot you a desperate look that said, right now? You want to take your time right now? In this situation? But the only words that drifted from his pouty lips was a quiet, "You're crazy." He meant it as a compliment, of course, and you took it as such.

The sound of plates, coffee mugs, and silverware clanking around drowned out the sweet sounds he made. You flashed him a mischevious grin as you circled the sensitive tip with your thumb, intensifying his pleasure. His head gently fell back, and he emitted another soft whine.

"Dinner's ready," Matt's dad's voice broke through the sexual tension as he headed in your direction with two plates. Matt sat up in his chair, straightening his back and clearing his throat. He slowed his breathing, trying to be inconspicuous about what was being done to him under the table.

"Thanks, dad," he managed to squeak out. "Would you like to say the prayer before we dig in?" Matt's dad asked you as he sat across from you two with his own plate. "You know, I'll be honest, I don't pray much," you admitted to his dad.

"Can you show me how to, Matt? I know how hard you pray every night," you smirked over at the sweet, shy boy to your right as the images of him getting down on his knees flickered through your mind. He glanced over at you, wide-eyed while you continued slowly stroking his length beneath the table, every now and again brushing your thumb over his swollen head.

"I-I don't know. Maybe you could say the prayer, dad," Matt stammered, tightly gripping the seat of his chair. "Why don't you wanna say the prayer, Matt?" His father asked, furrowing his brow. "Yeah, what is it, Matt? You feel guilty about something?" You quietly mumbled beside him, only loud enough for him to hear.

"O-okay. I'll say the prayer," Matt agreed, swallowing the lump in his throat, interlocking his fingers, and lowering his gaze to the movement happening underneath the tablecloth. Matt's father lowered his head and closed his eyes, and you followed his lead, periodically peeling open an eye to peek over at Matt and the way he reacted to your touch.

"Lord," Matt said, wetting his lips. "Thank you, Lord, for providing for us," Matt started to pray, but quickly needed to bite back a whine. You watched as his dick print showed through the cloth, precum trickling from his tip and leaving a wet stain on the red fabric.

The sensation of your hand pumping his shaft while his cockhead rubbed against the silky material sent him into a blissful state that nearly made him forget what he was doing, but he quickly directed himself back to his train of thought.

"Thank you for blessing this food. May it s-strengthen and nourish our b-bodies," he managed to get through his sentence without sounding any more nervous than usual. "Thank you. In Jesus' name, amen," he hurried to finish the prayer. "Amen," you and Matt's dad said in unison.

Right as Matt's father was about to start eating, his phone started to ring. "I gotta take this. Excuse me," he apologetically pardoned himself as he picked up. "Hello?" His voice drifted off as he made his way to the other room.

"You almost let me get you off during the prayer, didn't you, naughty boy?" You purred, yanking on Matt's hair with your free hand and burying his face into your chest, his strangled moans dampened by your breasts. "Come on, Matt. You gotta hurry up. Cum for mommy," you whispered, raking through his hair with your fingers.

He wrapped his arms around your waist, looked up at you with his big, blue eyes and nodded, giving himself over to the desire that overtook him. His cock twitched in your grasp as you fervently pumped away, a sticky white fluid erupting from it and dousing your hand.

His whole body shivered, and he buried his face into your bosom like an embarrassed little boy. "That was amazing," you murmured, rustling his brown locks and kissing him on the forehead. "That felt so good," he told you, taking a napkin off the table to wipe himself off with.

"I need to go wash my hands," you chuckled, getting up from your seat and darting off over to the sink to clean off the evidence. You took Matt's dirty napkin with you and chucked it into the trash.

Humiliation tinted his pink cheeks as he called his breath back to him, his chest rising and falling with every labored inhale and exhale. "You're crazy, you know that?" Matt smirked at you, quickly tucking his dick back into his pants. "I know," you flashed him a cheeky smile and washed your hands.

As soon as you sat back down, Matt's dad came back in through the door. "Sorry about that. You guys didn't have to wait for me to start eating," he said, motioning towards your untouched plates. "Oh, we didn't mind," you replied, holding back a giggle, concealing the real reason why you hadn't started digging into your lasagna yet. Matt blushed, biting back a grin as he peered over at you, still trying to catch his breath.

"So, Matt tells me you like classic rock," Matt's dad started off, opening up conversation before taking a bite of his lasagna. "I do. Blue Öyster Cult, Led Zeppelin, The Doors, AC/DC, stuff like that," you responded.

"Is that the stuff your parents listen to?" He asked. "Oh, no. They hate it. That's why I started listening to it," you laughed. Matt's dad cleared his throat, glanced over at Matt, and turned his attention back to you.

"So, do you go to church?" Matt's dad asked, changing the subject and hoping you'd say something he liked. "God no. I don't really believe in that kind of thing, but you know, I'll always go if Matt invites me," you replied, reaching over and giving Matt's hand a comforting squeeze.

"Are you open to converting?" His father casually asked, shrugging his shoulders. "Honestly, I couldn't see myself converting, you know? My lifestyle and Christianity don't really agree," you replied with a mouth full of food. "Well, Matt here has always discussed wanting his future wife to be a woman of God," his dad casually mentioned. "Dad," Matt sharply interjected.

"What?" Matt's dad defensively asked. "That's not necessarily what I want. That's w-what y-you want," Matt stuttered, avoiding eye contact with his dad as he stabbed his lasagna with the prongs of his fork. "Where's this coming from, Matt?" His dad asked.

"J-just don't grill her about religion, dad. I like her despite that. D-don't put that kind of pressure on her," Matt said with a shaky voice. Matt's dad was taken aback. Matt wasn't usually the type to dissent from his dad, but he wasn't given much of a reason to until now.

"What's gotten into you, Matt?" His father asked, giving him a disappointed look and crossing his arms over his chest. "N-nothing," Matt replied, shaking his head.

"I think this girl is a bad influence on you," his dad replied, talking about you as if you weren't in the room. Your heart sank. "Ever since the two of you have been hanging out, there's something off about you, Matt. Something different. I don't know if I like it," Matt's dad said. Matt sat in silence, picking at his food but not eating any of it.

"What are your intentions with my son?" His dad asked, peering at you from across the table, setting down his silverware and interlocking his fingers to show you how serious he was.

The truth was, the first day you'd laid eyes on Matt, your intentions were simply to sleep with him, and your thought process didn't go much further than that. However, after getting to know him and spending time with him, the way you felt about him became more convoluted.

"I just want to make him happy," you shrugged, peering over at Matt who smiled back. You weren't sure what answer either of them were looking for, and to be honest, you hadn't pondered that question much yourself, so you were somewhat surprised at your own answer when it fell from your lips. Matt's dad remained unconvinced.

"If you wanna make him happy, maybe you should leave him alone and let him find a good Christian girl," his dad blurted out. You clenched your jaw. You felt a mix of anguish and rage as the words left his mouth.

"Are you serious, dad? You can't just say that to my girlfriend," Matt shot back, getting up from his chair and grabbing your hand. You and Matt hadn't discussed labels or anything, but the way he was standing up for you and referring to you as his girlfriend turned you on a bit.

"C'mon. You don't have to listen to this," Matt said to you as you both started to head towards his front door. "Where do you think you're going?" His dad called out after the two of you. "Out," Matt huffed without looking back, slamming the door shut behind him.

You and Matt stepped outside, feeling the cool air as it rushed over your hot skin. It was a testament to the ever-changing seasons, summer hanging on by a thread as autumn began to take its place. In the same way, the day was fading, the sun sinking low into the evening sky.

"Holy shit," you said in disbelief, completely stunned by the way Matt had spoken to his father. "I've never talked to him like that before," Matt whispered, glancing at you with a dazed look on his face.

"Did it feel good?" You wondered, your lips curling into a smile. "It did," Matt nodded after a long exhale. "C'mon. Let's go hide in my treehouse until he cools down," you suggested, grabbing Matt by the collar of his shirt and pulling him into your backyard.

"I'm really sorry he said all of that," Matt apologized to you once the two of you were perched side-by-side in your treehouse as you sprinkled weed into your rolling paper.

"Listen. You don't have to try to make me feel better. I wouldn't want my good little Christian son hanging out with a girl like me either," you snorted, flicking your lighter and feeling the warmth of the fire as you held it up to the end of your joint.

Matt watched as the flame engulfed the paper and lit up your facial features. The scent of marijuana filled the air. You blew out a plume of smoke and watched it dissipate against the pink and orange sky as the sun started to fade out of view.

"I'm scared to go home," Matt whispered, flashing you a look of vulnerability. "We can stay here as long as you want," you assured him, handing him the joint. He leaned his head against your shoulder as he took a puff and slowly exhaled, feeling the anxiety and worry float away with the smoke he blew out into the atmosphere.

"Can I ask you something?" You wondered, only realizing after you'd asked how redundant it was to ask if you could ask a question. "Sure," Matt timidly responded, passing the joint back to you.

"Did you mean it back there when you called me your girlfriend?" You asked, aimlessly ashing the joint off to the side. "I'm sorry. I know we haven't talked about it-" Matt started to say, but you cut him off. "I wanna be your girlfriend," you inserted.

"Y-you do?" Matt stammered, his pretty blue eyes raising to meet yours as a swarm of butterflies fluttered around in his stomach. You nodded and smiled. The two of you sat quietly for a few minutes, passing the joint back and forth until you felt the tension from earlier in the night leave your body.

"I just want to do something that'll make him mad," Matt told you, shaking his head as he replayed the way his father had spoken so brazenly to you. "How mad?" You asked, raising an eyebrow and handing the joint over again. He took it from you and took a long drag, the chery end crackling as he pulled from it.

"Something that'll really piss him off," Matt confessed to you. He'd never had this urge before, to purposefully do something his dad didn't want him to do out of pure spite. You took the joint back from Matt as your lips shifted into a smug grin.

"I bet it would piss him off if I got his innocent son high and fucked him in my treehouse, wouldn't it?" You cooed, your voice thick with lust. You held intense eye contact as you took one final drag from the joint and put it out.

"Oh, he'd be so mad if I knew I gave it up to a slut like you," he whispered, knowing how much you loved being called that. A flash of desire seeped into his expression. Your panties started to cling to your wet folds as you imagined corrupting the sweet boy beside you.

"Well, then let's make him livid," you seductively whispered, letting your fingertips crawl up his chest. He slowly nodded, his shaky breath growing shallow. You snaked your hand around his neck, firmly grasping it, not enough to choke him - just enough to excite him and test the waters.

You pressed your lips up against his, eliciting a soft moan from Matt as your tongue slipped into his mouth. You grew more aggressive in your touch, slightly squeezing your fingers around the boy's neck in a gesture of dominance as you bit down on his plump lips, leaving them tender and bruised once you were done. He was left with a warm, excited feeling as blood rushed to his cock.

"You know. The way you stood up for me back there? It was super hot. I wanted to knock everything off your kitchen table and fuck you on it," you whispered against his mouth, guiding him to lay back as you pinned him to the floor of your treehouse.

"Yeah? You liked that?" He asked, looking up at you wide-eyed, his chest heaving with every breath as he anticipated your next move. "I fucking loved it," you purred into his ear before you pulled back.

You started tugging down his pajama pants and his boxers, and his cock eagerly sprung out as you set him free. You could see precum was already drooling from his slit, and the cool breeze blowing over his tip made him shudder in delight. You grabbed ahold of it, firmly holding it in your grip, just barely unable to close your fist around its girth. Matt bit his lip as you did this.

"So big," you whispered, licking your lips and staring at it in the glow of the stringed lights that hugged the branches of your treehouse. "Really?" Matt asked, propping himself up on his elbows and peering down at the way your fingers were wrapped around it.

"Yeah, trust me. I've seen a lot. This one is big," you smirked up at him. "I didn't know," Matt replied, trying to hold back a grin, liking the idea that he had a big dick. You started gently working your hand up and down on Matt's length, coaxing a few moans from his lips.

You loved the idea of being the first person to ever touch Matt's most intimate places and to be the first to ever make him sound like that. You lowered your mouth and wrapped your lips around his sensitive head, saltiness filling your taste buds.

"Oh!" Matt softly moaned. His cock jerked at the unexpected sensation of your warm, soft tongue grazing the underside of his tip. You started lightly suckling on it, which drove Matt crazy. "Wow," Matt whispered, completely blown away by the feeling. You went slow and gentle, learning every vein and every ridge with your tongue.

"Your mouth.." Matt started to say, but his voice trailed off. "What is it, baby? Say it," you purred. "It feels sooo good," he whimpered, holding a strand of your hair out of the way. You hummed against his cock, slowly moving your mouth up and down on his length as you circled his tip your tongue.

"Mommy," he squealed, gripping the fabric of the back of your shirt until his fingers started to cramp up. You bobbed your head and up down faster, listening closely to the pretty sounds he made as he discovered for the first time how much he liked getting head.

He laid back and sank into the floorboards beneath him, giving himself over to your soft, velvety mouth. He entangled his fingers into your hair and gently pulled you further down onto his twitching cock. His tip tickled the back of your throat, and he started subtly bucking his hips up to get as much as he could out of the sensation of having his dick buried between your lips.

He curled his toes until they started going numb. A slew of needy moans and soft cries unfurled from his pink lips as he tossed his head back and screwed his eyes shut. You slowly slid back up his shaft, slipping him out of your mouth before he could finish.

"I knew you'd love that," you whispered, smiling up at him as you started undoing the button on your jeans. "I did, but you always stop when I'm so close," he replied, propping himself up on his arms again. That's when he noticed you slipping out of your pants. Then your panties. You took the lace garment and slingshot it in his direction.

"That's because I'm about to make you feel even better than I did with my mouth," you seductively responded, straddling him and hovering right over his pink tip. Matt peered down as you lined him up with your entrance and made his length disappear inside you. His jaw dropped, and his facial expression softened as you lowered yourself onto him.

"You're so wet," he whimpered as he felt you stretch around him. "It's all your fault," you replied, pulling your top off over your head and revealing your perfect tits to him before you grabbed both of his wrists and pinned them above his head. "So pretty," he whispered, staring at your breasts in the glow of the fairy lights strewn around the room.

Matt loved the way you took charge. He loved that you knew exactly what you wanted and that you unapologetically took it from him. The sensation of your cunt clenching around his cock as you started bouncing up and down on it had him seeing stars.

He knitted his eyebrows together, pleasure wrinkling his expression as he let his head fall back against the floor with a soft thump. A loud, satisfied "fuuuck," poured from his lips.

"Naughty boy. I've never heard you say that word before," you said in a breathy moan as you smirked. "Can't help it, mommy. Your pussy feels so fucking good," Matt whispered, watching the way your tits jiggled as you picked up speed.

You were shocked but turned on by the foul language he was using as you continued rolling your hips forward, finding your rhythm. "I wonder what your dad would think of you right now. I bet he'd be so mad that you're swearing," you maliciously smiled down at him, knowing that would probably be the least of his concerns.

He struggled against the way you restrained his wrists just to see what would happen, and his cock throbbed inside of you as you tightened your hold on them. "You like that?" You asked, feeling the way the sweet boy squirmed around beneath you. "Yes, mommy," a strangled moan fell from his lips.

"You're such a naughty boy, aren't you?" You asked, arching your back and angling his cock deep inside of you in a way that felt incredible for both of you. You released his wrists, and your hand flew to your clit, rubbing it in fast, tight circles.

You threw your head back as you approached your orgasm. Matt watched in awe as you fell apart on his cock, your whole body trembling as dopamine and oxytocin flooded your system. Your thighs were burning, and your knees ached from the hard wood beneath you, but you powered through.

You finished yourself off, your walls rhythmically throbbing around Matt's dick and sending him over the edge shortly after. "Oh fuck," he whimpered, feeling his cock tighten and twitch as you rode him wildly. His eyes rolled back into his head and his jaw fell open as he pumped you full of his cum.

He submitted to the earth-shattering pleasure that rippled through him and overpowered him, like being swallowed by a series of cascading waves, each one topping the last. You slowed the movement of your hips and came to a stop once you were sure you'd both finished.

The two of you gazed longingly into each other's eyes under the blanket of stars as your breaths slowly returned to both of you. Four days. Four days was all it took for him to fall in love with you. He'd known you for four days, and he had just crossed a line with you that he hadn't even crossed in his three-year-long relationship with May.

You leaned down while he was still inside of you, grabbed his jaw, and gave him a long, passionate kiss. Matt couldn't get enough of you. He loved your soft lips, your smooth skin, and the way you always tasted a bit like weed. You filled his senses, leaving him feeling almost delirious.

He chuckled against your mouth mid-kiss. "What is it?" You asked, caressing his flushed, pink face that was coated in a light layer of sweat. "I can't believe we just did that. That was the best orgasm I've ever had," Matt admitted.

"Me too," you said, nibbling on your bottom lip. "I thought you said you've had sex with a lot of people before," Matt gave you a skeptical look. "I have, but I don't know. This was just better for some reason," you confessed, shrugging a shoulder. You knew it was because this was the first time such deep feelings were involved, but you didn't want to say it out loud and risk sounding stupid.

You didn't have to say it. Matt understood. He bit back a smile. You peppered his face in light kisses, whispering praises to him about how good he felt and how much you loved him. He stared back at you with his glossy, bedroom eyes and his fucked out expression.

"If I ever have to move away again, I'm taking you with me."

Matt walked home late that night, the thirty feet from your treehouse to his front door, his mind flooded with thoughts of you, hoping he could just sneak in without alerting his dad. He quietly turned the knob, stepped inside, and shut it, making sure not to trigger the sound of the latch.

When Matt spun around, his dad was sitting at the kitchen table in the soft glow of the candle that was burning down to the wick. It was like he hadn't moved since Matt had left, as if he had been waiting for him to come home and scold him.

Matt swallowed the knot in his throat, his palms beginning to sweat. He was certain if his dad turned on a main light, he'd see his bloodshot eyes and his dilated pupils. Thankfully, he didn't. He kept it short and sweet. He let out a defeated sigh before he spoke.

"Son. I'm sorry. I had no right to talk to your friend that way," he started off. "Girlfriend," Matt corrected him. "I didn't even know you guys had made anything official yet. I feel like you don't tell me things anymore," his dad said in response.

"We just decided tonight," Matt muttered, avoiding direct eye contact with his dad. "Well, either way. I'm sorry. I understand if you're upset with me. Your girlfriend is welcome over whenever, and I'll apologize to her, too the next time I see her."

Matt narrowed his eyes and glanced over at his dad, wondering where the sudden change of heart had come from. "Just promise me, son, that you'll keep God at the forefront of your relationship and that you won't give into temptation," his dad asked of him.

Matt half-heartedly shrugged and hesitantly nodded. Matt's dad could see the resistance in his response, but he didn't want to pry. "Goodnight, dad," Matt replied before carrying his heavy feet across the kitchen and trudging up the stairs.

He didn't have the heart to tell his dad that he had been questioning things.

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on stream - chratt

genre: smut / t.w: established poly-relationship, semi-public sex, bjs and whatsoever, (no incest!)

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screams and incoherent sounds could be heard from matt’s room, where his brother, chris, was streaming while playing fortnite. chris leaned over the desk, slapping it in frustration to hide the subtle movements of his hips bucking up in your mouth. you pulled back slightly to not gag at the sudden thrust, pinching your boyfriend’s thigh. you shot him a pierced look, one that screamed “don’t you dare again”. chris smirked for a second, his hand reaching for your head while you resumed your ministrations.

the sound of the door unlocking rose a new wave of excitement in you, your other boyfriend’s legs coming into view as he exclaimed “I’m back-”, just for his voice to die in his mouth. you shot him a grin from your position under the desk, pulling back to stroke chris’ cock with your hand.

matt mentally thanked the day he decided to change the position of his streaming camera, glad that no one saw his expression as he spotted you giving head to his brother with thousands of viewers unaware of what was happening.

he couldn’t hide the fact that as dangerous as it was, it also woke up in him the desire to take part of the scene - your dirty little secret. chris turned towards him, an arrogant chuckle leaving his lips as he saw his brother’s expression, his hand combing through your hair, pushing you down on him again. matt quickly sat down on the chair next to his brother, dragging it on the ground so that no one could see his hard on through his pants. chris took advantage of the strong noise to buck up his hips again, knowing that the gagging noise you would make would be washed out by the chair’s feet striding against the hard floor. and he was right, acting like nothing was happening while your eyes welled up with tears. you trembled as chris pulled back, giving you time to breathe again, resting your head on his thigh while gently stroking him.

your eyes caught matt’s desperate ones for a brief second before his gaze went back to the screen, the two brothers bickering as always about who was best at it. your eyes went back to chris’ cock, mouth watering at the sight of a bead of precum rolling to the side of his almost purple tip and leaking on a prominent vein that looked like it might burst in seconds. you rubbed your legs together, unable to go on without some friction to your aching sex, too, feeling your damp panties stick to your folds.

you breathed out slowly before sinking back on chris’ cock, taking him as deep as you could before pulling back slightly and hollowing your cheeks, bobbing your head a couple times before catching sight of chris’ hand wrapping around the armrest of the gaming chair, his knuckles almost white from the strength he was using to hold back.

he whined a little “fuck,” almost drawing blood from his lip from how much he was biting it. his hand shakily left the armrest, tapping your head twice to let you know he was close. you could sense that matt, too, was growing restless, both because of the raging boner he was sporting in his pants and the realization that if chris lost control right as he came the three of you would be fucked.

glancing up at chris you noticed a subtle nod from his part, the silent permission for you to finish what you started. you laid your tongue flat before licking a long stripe up his underside, circling his tip and lapping at his slit as more precum oozed out. more screaming could be heard from the two boys as the match almost ended, their victory seemingly already in their pockets. chris’ cock throbbed in your mouth, letting you know just how close he was. you pulled back almost completely, leaving only the tip in your mouth and sucking on it harder than before.

“fuck!” screamed the two boys in unison, but for two different reasons. chris relaxed back against the gaming chair as he emptied his load inside your mouth, keeping your head steady to make sure you swallowed it all. you watched as his legs shook with the aftermath of his orgasm, not having come this hard since a long time. you placed a kiss on his knee before tucking his member in his pants, sliding slowly between matt’s legs as the boy swallowed hard, fear pricking at his whole being.

now, you knew that you had to be more careful with matt, knowing that in no way in hell he would come on camera acting like nothing happened. yet, you couldn’t help but tease him, bringing him at a no-return point.

chris bit back a smirk as your hands caressed matt’s clothed legs, inching closer and closer to his ache. a drop of cold sweat rolled on your boyfriend’s neck, absorbed by his shirt. you smiled, grabbing his hips and pulling him more towards you, watching as he slumped on the little grey chair.

you decided to ease his nerves a little before exposing his bare member to the room, leaving little kisses here and there on his thighs, his knees, and finally, his bulge. matt's hand landed on his knees, his fingers shaking anxiously. you exchanged a knowing look with chris, agreeing to a silent pact: as soon as matt was close, or had trouble holding back, the stream would be off immediately.

you tapped his hips, signaling to raise them slightly to push his clothes down. as you did so, matt's hand grabbed your wrist to stop you from pulling them down further, leaving his sweats and underwear at knees height. you quickly glanced up, observing as matt leaned over chris' chair, trying to act like nothing was happening, as if his throbbing dick wasn't just released from his clothing.

you nodded pleased to yourself, almost proud of the braveness matt was showing. you were left to wonder how long it would last, though. with a final shrug, your fingers traced delicately a vein popping out on his dick, holding in a chuckle as his fingers by your side twitched almost immediately.

you wrapped your hand around his member, stroking him slowly as you worked him up, a little sigh escaping from his lips. you felt him tense up at the slip up, but you squeezed his knee comfortingly: no one was suspecting a thing. and, almost as if he could hear your thoughts, he relaxed again, adjusting his position on the chair.

you gave him another little knee-squeeze as a warning before tracing his wet slit with your tongue, circling it and swallowing down every drop of fluids that dripped from it. matt swallowed hard, but overall his composure remained intact and that reassured you enough to finally welcome him in your mouth.

you almost moaned at the feeling of the weight of his dick on your tongue, loving the way the two brothers were so different - chris longer, matt thicker - yet so satisfying. matt's hand closed in a tight fist on his knee, his brows furrowed in concentration to not have a second slip up. he bit his lip, trying so hard to fight back the urge to fuck your throat carelessly and be consumed by pleasure, but it was so hard when you were taking care of him so skillfully.

your hand found his closed fist, gently tracing soothing patterns on it: he was doing so, so good for you, taking it perfectly. his hand relaxed for a second before your other hand began fondling his balls, a new wave of pleasure washing through him, making him tense up again.

"i think we should – mph..." he choked out, forcing a cough to cover up the strangled noise that came from his throat as he felt you deep throat him, pulling back and sucking with just the perfect amount of suction. "sorry chat," he chuckled embarrassed, "i almost chocked on my saliva." he shuffled on the chair, dragging it even closer to the desk to mask the subtle thrust he did in your throat, his hand landing on your head to push you more down on it at the same time.

chris observed as another bead of sweat rolled to the side of his brother's head, the desperation to be unrestricted seeping from every pore of his body. he sighed, yawning and stretching before saying "it's quite late chat and we've got things to do before going to bed, so we'll log off now. bye!" matt raised his hand, waving at the chat before chris completely shut off the computer, freeing them from the little torture you had going on.

matt's eyes rolled to the back of his head, a long drawn moan exiting from his mouth as he relaxed fully against the chair, his fingers tangled in your hair as he began fucking your throat, moans and whimpers spilling like water as he got closer.

"fuck i-i'm so — mmph" thick ropes of cum erupted from his raging tip, landing directly down your throat as you swallowed them whole. matt trashed around his chair, hips twitching violently as each drop of cum spurted out. he whimpered, too far gone in his pleasure to even notice the little dribble of saliva and cum dripping from your mouth as he filled you to the brim. he whimpered a last, weak, "fuck" as he pulled out, watching with heavy eyes as you gathered the fluids on your thumb and brought it to your mouth.

a comfortable silence settled in, the boys' limbs suddenly too heavy for them. as you got up from under the desk, chris' voice cut through the silence.

"can we do that again?"

© stvrnioloslvt

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𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐂𝐎𝐏𝐘 𝐀𝐍𝐃/𝐎𝐑 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐋 𝐌𝐘 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊. 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐏𝐎 𝐈𝐒 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐀𝐒 𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓

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Neighbor!Matt Headcanons

✮Neighbor!Matt who ... Brat always calls on as her personal handyman. They live in a shitty apartment building with property owners who could give a fuck less what shape their apartments are in, as long as each unit was livable and nobody would sue them. Matt takes pride in showing up at her door to fix her water pressure for the sixth time this month, anything to see her; anything to keep a smile on that pretty face of hers.

✮ Neighbor!Matt who ... has a secret passion for cooking. It all started one year when he baked Christmas cookies with his mom, quickly sparking a light inside his soul. He loves cooking for his brothers and the few friends he has. Brat loves all the delicious meals he cooks for her just as much as he loves showing her his secret love for cooking, he always makes sure to plate them like a 5-star restaurant would.

✮Neighbor!Matt who ... works a blue collar job for a local construction company. He comes home with stained jeans, dirty hands, and the same brown, three-year-old Carhartt jacket his mom gifted him for Christmas one year. He even picks up odd jobs on the weekends to have extra money in his pocket since living in the big city is so expensive nowadays.

✮ Neighbor!Matt who ... has a horrible sleeping schedule. Even though he works a full time job, he stays up late on his PC, usually playing COD or GTA.

✮Neighbor!Matt who ... has a bedroom directly above Brats. She can hear his every move much like he can hear hers. It doesn't matter if he's screaming at his game or arguing with his brother, she hears everything. Matt often eavesdrops on her phone conversation to her friends when she talks about him.

✮ Neighbor!Matt who ... frequents the diner a few blocks away. The owner is a good family friend, so him and his brothers are always welcomed there, always getting a discount every time they go.

✮ Neighbor!Matt who ... is a logical crash out. He stands for the right causes; no bullying, no hurting women, and no talking to him like he's fucking stupid.

✮ Neighbor!Matt who ... carries Brats drunk ass up to her apartment every other Friday night. She can't handle her liquor, and she has shitty friends, in his opinion. He doesn't mind helping her out whenever she needs it, and he loves it when she asks him to stay to cuddle her all night. She'd always be embarrassed in the morning, but he thought her rosy, red cheeks were adorable.

✮ Neighbor!Matt who ... races downstairs to Brats apartment every time she tries to cook by herself a meal and ends up setting the fire alarm off. Seriously, the girl burns toast.

✮ Neighbor!Matt who ... shares an undeniable, indescribable connection with Brat, whom he thought was just his bitchy downstairs neighbor until he actually got to know her. He'd do anything to make her his and he can't stand that she's so guarded.

♡‧₊˚ Cheys Note - I’ve been posting so much I was gonna give myself a little break but this anon changed my mind 😋 thank you for the love baby. Try not to hit that anonymous switch next time, I love to argue 🫶🏻 anyways I hope everyone enjoys, thanks to everyone who shows love and doesn’t hide behind that anon button. Love & appreciate you guys more than you know! 💚 (I have a masterlist for this au coming soon, click the neighbor!Matt x Brat!Reader tag in the meantime!)

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Sadistic!Matt x Belt

"Pleasure is sweetest when it's paid for by another's pain."

**This Fic Series will NOT be for people with triggers. This Fic Series will have very descriptive moments of Sadism.**

Please Read At Your Own Risk.

Matt was restless. He couldn't take it anymore. He needed to find something to help with the constant images flashing through his mind. He had been watching basic porn for the past hour. He slowly became erect, and then he fell flaccid again. After repeating this process enough times, he knew that the fake moans were not going to suffice. He opened his laptop and sat down bare-ass on the seat. He turned on his VPN blocker and connected his headphones. With his headphones on, he opened up his special browser. He typed in the one-time use code to allow access for thirty minutes. He was in. The dark web. He was no stranger on here. He went to his favorite porn site. It wasn't basic. He clicked on what was happening live right now. A girl tied to the bed. She was terrified. He felt himself twitch. He sat back and got more comfortable. A man in all black appeared, and the girl started screaming. Matt grew harder. He had a knife and lightly touched her thigh. Matt could feel flutters rush to his tip, swelling his penis. He wrapped his hand around it and started stroking it.

"Please, no. Stop!" She begged and cried. Matt pumped harder. The man with the knife used the pointed tip to cut a small seam into her breast. The blood ran down her chest. She screamed in excruciating pain and fear.

"Fuck." Matt's head flung back as he listened to her terrified cries. He could feel his orgasm reaching its peak. He needed more, though. "Fucking cut her." He yelled at the screen. His headphones amplified her pain in his ears. "Yes." He pumped himself hard. He was almost there. He looked at the screen, and just as the man raised the knife to cut her again, it timed out. "Are you fucking kidding me!?" He slammed his fist down on the desk. It was his own setting he coded into the program to make him more challenging to detect. But here it was, ruining his perfect orgasm. He sighed and felt himself start to go limp. "Edged. How wonderful." He muttered. He clicked back on and scrolled, trying to find the live stream he just had, but it was already gone. He received a message. It was from the creator of the livestream. It was a link to a dark web forum. He knew he didn't have to hesitate because his computer was completely safe from any potential hacking or tracking. Besides, if someone hunted him down, he'd be excited about it. Finally, getting to hurt someone would probably relieve the build-up he just made inside his balls.

He clicked the link, repositioned his headphones, and watched the page load. It contained several profiles, but there wasn't much context as to what the profiles were for. He clicked a random girl with long, sleek black hair. Her stats made it seem as if she was a model. He clicked another one, a different girl with the same layout. He scrolled all the way down to the bottom of the page.

"In submission, there is power."

His eyes widened, and he realized what he had just been sent. This was a page for paid submissives. He started looking at the profiles harder. None of them really appealed to him. Of course, he liked his girls petite and easy to dominate. He kept clicking profile after profile. Some of them were really expensive, and others were so cheap that he wondered how clean they would even be. He grew tired of trying to find his perfect girl and decided to pick one he didn't care about. After all, wasn't he just going to torture her anyway? He then changed his thinking and looked for the opposite girl to his taste. There you were, all pink and lacey. He hated it. He clicked your profile and smirked. "Stupid bows." His judgment was based on the fact he felt like it was all just for show. No one dressed or looked like this in their daily life on purpose. He clicked the purchase button. There were several ways to purchase you. He clicked on the credit card option and prepaid. He felt himself twitch. He was excited to be the guy with the knife from the livestream. His message bar pinged.

When do you want to meet up?

He was surprised that your response was almost immediate. His fingers tapped his keys without typing. He wasn't really sure how to answer.

Now?

He waited for your response, hoping it was what he wanted to hear.

Brixton Hotel Room 238

Matt jumped up and grabbed his jeans, which still had the belt looped through them. He didn't care that they had already been worn for the day. He was going to need them off when he was with you anyway. He drove to the hotel with his anticipation growing along with his nerves. He knew the dynamic a dominate and a submissive had, but that wasn't him. That wasn't what he wanted, what he needed. As he neared the hotel door, he tried to figure out how to explain his intentions. He knocked on the door. Once you opened the door and he looked at you, his apprehension disappeared. Your hair was down and wavy. You had taken them out after the last guy tugged on them and ruined their sleekness. Matt stepped in and closed the door. He turned to see you sitting on the bed, waiting for his direction.

"So you just do anything I want?" he asked, wanting to make sure this wasn't some sick prank or, worse, a setup.

"Yes." You nodded slightly. He walked over and stood before you, taking your stature in. You were the perfect size for him to dominate.

"Take it all off." You stood up and were inches in front of him. You stripped everything off. You looked up at him. This guy was different, as you could see. He was younger than most, possibly your age. He didn't look like he knew what he was doing, but looked like he knew what he wanted. It was attractive. "Bend over the bed." His voice was cold. Something was flipping in him. The control was starting to taste good. You bent over the bed, bracing yourself for his penetration.

Thwack.

Your toes curled, and you arched your back.

"Oh my god." You yelled out. You looked back to see him with his dick in his hand. In his other hand, he held the leather belt once looped in his now discarded jeans. He flicked his hair to the side and smirked.

"Back down." You were wet. The sting from the belt slapping your bare skin was tingling your clit. You happily laid back on the bed. Now, knowing what to expect, you bit your lip, already wanting to moan.

Thwack. Thumbp.

He smacked you twice this time.

"Agh fuck." You heard him moaning. You were starting to understand he liked it rough. You were excited about this time—finally, someone to understand what you wanted.

"Are you just going to hit me?" You asked. It wasn't very submissive of you, but you could tell he wasn't following basic rules either. He was different.

"No." He pressed up against you on the bed's edge and slipped into you with ease. He was taken aback by how wet you were. Instead of being distracted, he grabbed your hair and shoved your face down into the mattress. It was hard to breathe. You moaned, muffled by the fabric being sucked into your mouth. He started thrusting into you. He felt different. He felt better than the others. Maybe it was because you were wet this time, but either way, he felt good.

"Oh god." You immediately felt terrible for being loud. You aren't supposed to be loud.

"Louder," he demanded. You gave him what he wanted. He groaned and pulled your head up. "On the bed." You crawled on the bed, and he rested his knees on the mattress to align in the perfect doggy-style position. He let go of your hair, and you let your head fall.

"Harder." You begged. You wanted him to hurt you. He rammed his hips into yours and gripped your sides, pushing and pulling your body opposite of his to make the collision hurt more.

"Fuck!" He yelled out. This was better than any porn he could have watched tonight. There was only one thing missing: more pain. He needed to hurt you. He didn't have a knife, but he had his belt. There was no way he could smack you with it in this close proximity. He grabbed the belt in his hand and slowed his thrusting to focus on the metal clasp.

"Wha -" You barely turned around to see what he was doing before you felt something choke the words before they could form. It tightened and constricted your air. Your neck was tugged backward to force you to look at the same ceiling you looked at earlier.

"Fucking choke." He demanded. You made involuntary gurgle noises as the last little breath came squeezing out. He continued to pound into you while your body started going limp; the only thing holding you up was the leather necklace he made for you. You felt it. Your body shivered, and your walls released all the cum building up. Matt felt your body's pulse and followed. As soon as he was done filling you up with his enormous load, he let go of the belt, but it was too late. Your head was fuzzy, and you fell onto the mattress, deprived of oxygen. Matt, unsure of what he had just done, put his clothes on and left you lying there.

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[ifwdominicfike]

you punish matt by making him watch you get yourself off while he can’t touch you.

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“pl-please.. i’ll be g-good this time, promise!” matts whimpers can be heard throughout the whole apartment, while you watch with a faux sympathetic look on your face. “maybe if you weren’t such a fucking brat and talked back then you’d be able to touch me, yeah?” you begin to scoot further down the bed, creating an out of reach distance so he can’t touch you.

ever since this morning matt has had an attitude with you and usually you could handle it and see what was going on with him but today he wasn’t letting up. all day he had been shooting you looks and snarky remarks and you were just fed up with it. you needed to put him in his place.

“noo, no please! d-didn’t mean it mommy — m’sorry..” tears had begin to form in his eyes and you haven’t even started yet, you laugh in his face and start to slip off the lacy panties. “save it, just shhh” you stuff your panties in his mouth and go back to your spot, his eyes widen at the sudden gesture and his wrists tug at the handcuffs that are connected to the bed board. he gives you his best puppy eyes and starts to buck his hips up, silently letting you know what he needed.

his gaze singles down to your fingers slipping in and out of your dripping pussy, he throws his head back and whines. only muffled cries and pleads are heard from him, he can’t even look at you for that long — thinking that if he does he’ll come on the spot. “ooh- shit! y’like watching mommy fuck herself hm? fucking pathetic boy, look at you already leaking.” you head nudges to the wet patched on his crotch, your pace getting and faster and faster and his cries are only getting louder.

“such a fucking cry baby, all for some pussy? you’re pathetic baby” tears stream down his face and his hips begin to buck up more, desperately trying to find a way to get any kind of relief. “f-fuck baby — m’gonna come! mommy’s gonna come for you sweet boy!” your eyes roll to the back of your head as you reach your high, loud moans fill the room and hand starts to slow down. after a second of laying there and catching your breath you shift over to matt and swap the spot soaked panties out of his mouth for your soaked finger.

he desperately takes them in his mouth and sucks them clean, until he lets out a loud whimper and closes his eyes tight. you look down to see that he had came from just the taste you — you smile and slip your fingers further down his throat. “m’gonna have so much fun with you, my needy baby..”

- avery’s note ˚ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆｡-

this is lowk FREAKYYY (well for me when i write tbh..) I LOVE SUB MATT I NEED SUB MATT SO BADDDD. i also kinda hate this but like wtv?? I WILL TRY TO POST MORE IM SORRY FOR THE LACK OF FICS </33

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[sweetshuga]

𝑴𝒊𝒍𝒌 𝒐𝒓 𝑴𝒊𝒍𝒌? ✰ 𝑴.𝑺 [+𝟏𝟖]

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒕... Getting a different type of milk from your local milkman.

❝𝑺𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒂 𝒄𝒐𝒘, 𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒌 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑴𝒊𝒍𝒌𝒎𝒂𝒏.❞

Your door bell chimed, distracting you from your baking, and you quickly washed your hands before walking towards the front door. The door opened and there he stood, Matt – your local milkman – holding bottles of milk in a crate, a small smile on his face as he greeted you.

"Good morning! Here’s your milk Miss." He handed you two bottles of milk, his fingers brushing against yours—which sent shivers down both your spines.

The sexual tension was electrocuting.

"Oh-One more thing!" He exclaimed, "You can have anything you’re interested in! it’ll be on the house today." He smiled, his gaze falling down to your lips before snapping back up to your eyes. "We’ve got a few new curds and–" "Anything I’m interested in?" You chuckled, your tone as flirty as always as you tilted your head to the side, blatantly checking him out.

Matt cleared his throat, fixing his Milkman’s hat as he shifted from one leg to the other, looking increasingly nervous. "Miss... well- yes, anything." He blurted out without thinking, immediately regretting how suggestive it must’ve sounded.

Your grin widened and a soft, amused chuckle escaped you as you reached up to tease his bow tie. "M-miss-" His breath hitched, shutting himself up when you tugged on his little black bow tie. "Yes?" You batted your lashes innocently, but your smirk betrayed your act of innocence.

"May I ask what you’re doing?" He whispered even as he willingly followed you inside your house, emboldened by you tugging on his bow tie and even going as far as closing the door behind himself.

"Would it be bad if I said..." You trailed off, pushing him gently towards the closed door, and he stumbled back slightly until his back hit the door, his eyes following your every move. "...I want your milk?"

Matt’s eyes widened, his breath hitching again as he tried to process what he just heard. "P-pardon?" He stuttered, flustered as he looked down at you, his breathing pattern changing drastically. His tongue darted out to wet his lips, suddenly feeling like everything was drying up as he gulped thickly.

"You said anything I want, no?" You said with a smile, waiting for him to give in. "Well, I want your milk, is that too much to ask?" You were bolder than usual, shamelessly saying those words as if you were just asking to borrow some salt from your neighbour.

Something in him snapped at your words and his pupils dilated greatly as he slowly pulled on his bow tie, feeling himself grow hotter as the fabric of his slacks grew taut around his rock-hard erection. "No, not at all Miss..." He finally said, his voice barely above a whisper.

Before you knew it, you were laying on your back on the floor with Matt hovering over you, his fingers deftly hiking your skirt up to your waist and bunching the fabric there before he pulled aside your underwear, groaning at the slipperiness he found.

Matt quickly unbuckled his belt, smirking at your flirty giggle as he pulled out his hefty and veiny length, tapping the swollen head teasingly on your soaked clit before running it up and down your slit. He bit the side of his bottom lip as he felt your warm arousal coat his aching tip.

A drawn out moan left you both when he stopped teasing and slowly pushed inside. The stretch burned—literally the biggest dick you’ve had and it was none other than the sweet Milkman’s. The same Milkman that everyone in your neighborhood adored due to his charisma, kindness and overall good looks – is currently fucking you with the lewd intention to give you his milk.

His cock left a clear imprint on your stomach with every deep thrust, the bulge only added to his pleasure and this making him fuck you harder. He pulled your ankles over his shoulders, almost hugging your thighs as he started to fuck you faster.

The friction and depth left you a moaning mess under him.

"You wanted my milk sooo badly huh? Fucking begging for it like a bitch in heat." Matt emphasized his words with a deep thrust – his tip kissing your cervix. "Haahh—ffuuuckk-- Maybe I should just give it to you—mmfh-mm—fill you up with my milk." His arms tightened around your thighs as he fucked you mercilessly.

"Is that what you want? To be creampied and leaking cum?" He grunted, fucking you into the floor, and his dirty talk only made you more aroused.

Matt stopped only to push your legs further up until your thighs were flush against your tits, basically folding you in half before he resumed his pounding. Every deep thrust caused lewd wet squelching sounds, all schlurp’s and shlop’s mingling with your desperate moans.

He tilted his hips slightly to hit your g-spot and all thoughts dispersed from your head when he slammed into that spongy bump, causing your back to arch and mouth fall open in a silent scream as tears of pleasure brimmed at your waterline. The pleasure left your mind blank except for the single thought of how good it felt.

Fuck, you were seeing stars.

Noticing your cock-drunk face, he couldn’t help but let out a low moan, his fingers digging into your skin as he held onto anything he could, the tip of his cock hit your cervix with bruising intensity with each thrust. You squirmed under him, feeling that pressure in your abdomen, your jaw dropping as you clutched onto his arms, but there was no way of escaping the earth-shattering orgasm that was fast approaching due to Matt holding you still.

"F-ffuuckk–" Your words died in your throat, going completely silent as the bands in your stomach snapped so suddenly that it left you speechless until you gasped moments later, your eyes threatening to roll back and nails raking across his back – clad in a crisp white button up that has gotten slightly rumpled from obvious reasons.

"Matt!" you cried out, letting out quick high-pitched moans as he kept fucking you through your intense orgasm.

A few more minutes of fucking you silly and his body shuddered, cock swelling and twitching inside you as he let out breathy moans. Hot cum erupted out of his slit and right into your quivering, sloppy cunt—painting your inner walls white.

He was breeding you.

Matt held you in place as he pumped his seed into you, his hips moving shallowly before finally stopping. A satisfied 'haah' left his lips when he pulled out, his release trickling out of your well used hole and the sight made Matt shudder in pleasure.

After seconds of raking his gaze all over you, Matt finally snapped out of his trance and helped you fix your clothes and fixed his own. He stood up from the floor before helping you stand up as well.

Flashing you a small shaky smile as he adjusted his Milkman’s hat and although he was still reeling from the intense fucking, his usual naïve friendliness was back in seconds—contrasting starkly from how much of a beast he was just moments before.

"Well, see you tomorrow morning Miss..." he trailed off, his smile turning almost sly as he opened your front door all while keeping eye contact with you. "Hope you enjoyed the milk this morning." He tipped his hat before slipping out your door—leaving you breathless and thoroughly satisfied.

𓆩♡𓆪

⋆˚࿔ 𝒊𝒔𝒂’𝒔 𝒓𝒂𝒎𝒃𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ .ᐟ Loool that pic I edited makes me giggle. Anyway, thanks to @hearts4werka & @chrisissobabygirl came this fic (quite literally). I want Milkman!Matt’s milk... WOAH WHO SAID THAT?!

˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ 𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒖𝒂𝒈𝒆.ᐟ | 𝒘𝒄 – 𝟏.𝟐 𝒌 ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖

© 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒔𝒉𝒖𝒈𝒂

[darksturnz]

“You better get on your knees and eat this pussy right,”

small blurb cause i can’t get this verse out of my head.. ib any boxer!matt + dealer! triplet au and any dancer!readers! ( @sturnioz fb!chris + shy!reader for the mean x shy dynamic!). contents: smut smut smut smut smut, little plot, no actual p in v, fingering, matt’s a little mean?

The video starts with you up close, dark cherry-red nails brushing against your bottom lip, your mouth quirking into that teasing little smirk Matt both loves and hates. Megan Thee Stallion’s Plan B is blaring, and when you mouth the words, “You better get on your knees and eat this pussy right,” before pulling back to show off the tight little outfit you’re wearing—a cropped black corset that’s barely containing you, paired with a leather mini skirt so short it’s sinful—it’s game over for him.

The camera pans down slowly, your nails running along your hips like you know exactly what you’re doing. You’re wearing knee-high boots that make your legs look endless, and the glint of gold rings on your fingers as they trace your exposed skin is the final fucking straw. Matt doesn’t even hear the second line of the song because the anger is already boiling under his skin.

He hadn’t seen you before you left. He was at the gym, and by the time he got to yours, you were already gone, out with Jean and Oliver, leaving him to deal with a shitty phone call from his supplier. It wasn’t until hours later, when the apartment was quiet and he was mindlessly scrolling through TikTok, that he saw the video. And fuck, it had him spiraling.

15k likes in under three hours. Men and woman in the comments losing their goddamn minds. “She’s so fine, raw no question.”“Whoever she’s with ain’t doing enough i can promise you that.”

The phone nearly cracks in his grip.

By the time you stumble through the front door, laughing with Jean and smelling like tequila, Matt is sitting in the dimly lit living room, jaw tight and leg bouncing. The second he hears your boots click against the floor, he’s on you, gripping your wrist in a way that makes your breath catch.

“Matt—”

“Nah, Shut the fuck up,” he literally growls, dragging you past a startled Jean and into your bedroom. The door slams shut, and the lock clicks before you even process what’s happening.

“Are you seriously mad right now?” you ask, yanking at your wrist, but his grip doesn’t budge.

“Oh, m’way past mad, kid,” he spits, shoving you down onto your bed. His hands are on you immediately, yanking your skirt up to your hips and exposing your lace panties. “The fuck were you thinkin’, postin’ that shit?”

“It’s just a video,” you say, rolling your eyes even as your body betrays you, thighs clenching under his heated glare. “Relax.”

“‘Relax,’” he mocks, dragging your panties down your legs and tossing them aside. His fingers press against your slick folds, and his jaw tightens. “Yeah, you’re real fuckin’ relaxed, huh? Out there lettin’—…lettin’ random dudes see you like this while you’re already drippin’ for me. Don’t play dumb, baby. You knew what you were doin’.”

You bite back a moan, your nails digging into his forearm as he slides two fingers into you, curling them just right. “y’ever thought— that…maybe I wanted to piss you off,” you murmur, the bratty edge in your voice clear.

Matt chuckles darkly, leaning over you, his breath hot against your ear. “Congratulations, kid. Mission fuckin’ accomplished.”

You arch against his hand, but the smirk on your face doesn’t fade. “I dunno, there was a few guys at SINNERS who look capable.”

His movements still for half a second before he’s on you again, faster, harder, his thumb circling your clit in a way that makes your back bow. “Say that shit again,” he growls, his free hand gripping your jaw, forcing you to look at him. “Go on.Tell me how they’d have you like this—already halfway fucked out and cryin’ before a single orgasm.”

You gasp, your head falling back, but he’s relentless, dragging another orgasm out of you before you can catch your breath.

“Answer me, petal” he demands, his voice low and dangerous as his fingers keep moving. “No other dude got you beggin’ like this, not even Mr. Fiancé, huh?”

“N-No,” you choke out, your voice wrecked, your body trembling beneath him.

“Yeah that’s right,” he mutters, his lips brushing over yours in a surprisingly soft kiss. “You’re mine. Wouldn’t want you to forget it.”

But Matt doesn’t stop—not even when your thighs clamp around his wrist, not when your voice cracks as you whimper his name. His fingers are relentless, fucking into you at a pace that has you spiraling, trembling, completely at his mercy. He’s watching you with that smug, arrogant smirk plastered on his face, like he’s never been more sure of anything in his life.

“Look at this fuckin’ a mess,” he mutters, his free hand pinning your hip down as you squirm. “All that attitude, all that fuckin’ mouth earlier, look at you now. Barely holdin’ on. Kinda pathetic kid don’t you think?” He punctuates the words with a curl of his fingers, hitting that spot that makes your whole body jerk.

You gasp, clutching at the sheets, trying to twist away from the overwhelming sensation. “Matt, I—I can’t,” you stutter, but even you don’t sound convinced.

“Can’t?” he mocks, his voice dripping with condescension. “You’re takin’ it right now, aren’t you?” His thumb presses hard against your clit, and you cry out, the sound desperate and wrecked. “That’s what I thought.”

You’re losing it, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes as the pleasure builds and builds, your body shaking under his touch. But you’re still clinging to that last shred of defiance, even as you’re coming undone. “Fuck you,” you manage to spit out, though the words lack any real bite.

Matt laughs, low and dark, leaning down until his lips are brushing against your ear. “Such a naughty mouth. You literally asked for this, petal.” His teeth scrape against your earlobe, and your breath catches in your throat.

“Matt, please, s’not funny anymore” you whimper, your nails digging into his arm, leaving crescent-shaped marks in his skin. You’re teetering on the edge, and he knows it. He can feel it in the way your walls flutter around his fingers, in the way your voice breaks every time you try to speak.

“Please what?” he taunts, his pace quickening. “Use your words, baby. You’re a smart girl, tell me what you need.”

You’re too far gone to care about your pride anymore. “Please, I need—need to come,” you gasp, your voice barely audible.

“There it is,” he murmurs, his tone softer but still laced with that edge of control. “That’s all you had to say.” His fingers drive into you one last time, and the orgasm hits you like a tidal wave, crashing over you so hard it leaves you trembling and gasping for air.

When you finally come down, Matt finally slows his movements, pulling his fingers out of you with deliberate care. He leans back, watching as you lay there, completely wrecked, your chest heaving and your legs still trembling.

“Don’t wear no dumb shit like this again without me there,” he mutters, his voice quieter now but just as firm. His hand comes up to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing away the tear that slipped down your face. “Got some fucked up feelings about it, understand?”

You nod your head weakly, your voice hoarse as you whisper, “Understood.”

AUTHORS NOTE: me dropping a teaser at 2am when i work in thirty minutes and haven’t had a lick of sleep in the last 40 hours.. <333 anywho! proper boards n better credits for anything remotely similar will be posted later.

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[gilbertscurls]

flawless — matt sturniolo

summary: the date night turns uncomfortable.

inspired by

It had been a perfect evening—dinner at a cozy, dimly lit restaurant followed by a moonlit stroll through the park. You had dressed up for the occasion, slipping into a stunning pair of high heels that complemented your elegant dress. Matt couldn’t take his eyes off you, admiring how you looked and how your confidence shone through.

But as the night wore on, the excitement of the date started to give way to discomfort. Your heels, once a source of pride, began to feel like a torture device. You tried to hide your discomfort, but Matt noticed your subtle winces and the way you started to slow down.

“Are you okay?” Matt asked, his voice laced with concern as you walked along the park path, his hand gently holding yours.

You forced a smile, trying to keep up with his stride. “Just a bit tired. These heels are not as comfortable as I thought.”

Matt frowned, glancing down at your shoes. “We don’t have to walk if you’re in pain. We can grab a cab or something.”

You shook your head, not wanting to ruin the evening. “No, it’s fine. I can manage.”

But as you continued walking, your discomfort only grew. By the time you reached the end of the park and were heading back to your car, you were wincing with every step.

Matt stopped suddenly and turned to you, determination in his eyes. “Okay, that’s it. We’re doing something about this.”

You looked at him, puzzled. “What do you mean?”

Without saying another word, Matt carefully took off his shoes and placed them beside a nearby bench. He then took your hand and gently guided you to sit down.

“Matt, what are you—”

“Just trust me,” he said with a reassuring smile. He took your shoes and helped you slip them off, carefully rubbing your sore feet.

You watched in surprise and admiration as Matt took your heels and held them in his hand. Then he took off his own shoes and handed them to you. “Here, you wear these. I’ll walk home in my socks.”

Your eyes widened. “Matt, you don’t have to do that. Your feet will be cold and dirty.”

Matt shook his head, a playful grin on his face. “It’s okay. I’d rather you be comfortable. Besides, I can handle a little cold.”

You hesitated for a moment, then slipped your feet into his sneakers. They were a bit too big, but they were comfortable enough to ease the pain. Matt chuckled as he saw you struggling a bit with the oversized shoes.

“Better?” he asked, his tone gentle.

“Much better,” you said, your smile filled with gratitude. “Thank you.”

Matt gave you a reassuring smile and reached out to take your hand. You started walking again, Matt’s bare feet crunching against the pavement. He seemed completely at ease, making jokes and keeping the mood light, even though the chilly air made him shiver a little.

You looked at him, your heart swelling with affection. “You know, you’re amazing.”

Matt squeezed your hand and grinned. “Well, I couldn’t let you suffer just because I’m too stubborn to take a cab. Besides, it’s kind of fun walking around in socks. Adds a bit of adventure to the night.”

As they reached their car, Matt opened the door for you and helped you inside. He then slid into the driver’s seat, still in his socks but looking perfectly content. You noticed the way his eyes sparkled with happiness, and you realized that this simple act of kindness meant more to you than you could put into words.

The drive home was filled with easy conversation and laughter, and when you finally arrived, you couldn’t help but reach over and squeeze his hand.

“Tonight was perfect,” you said softly. “And you made it even better.”

Matt looked at you, his smile genuine and warm. “I’m glad you think so. And next time, I’ll make sure you pick more comfortable shoes.”

You laughed softly and leaned over to kiss him gently. “Deal.”

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[wastelandzella]

the dior tie... oh hes expensive

[sturnconfess]

I hate Matt’s cheetah print beanie. There. I said it.

Let it out. 😭

[ariestrxsh]

thinking abt matt gagging on a strap just made me cum so hard !! u should make a fic like that or a drabble i think its called

This request is elite. 💖 Thank you for asking for something like this bc I've low-key been dying to write it.

Matt loves gagging on your strap...

"That's it. Take it into your mouth," you purred, placing the tip of your strap against Matt's bottom lip. The blue-eyed angel was knelt down in front of you, his messy brown hair sticking up in all directions from the intense make-out session that led up to this special moment.

"Good boy," you praised him, brushing your thumb against his soft cheek as he made the strap disappear behind his full, pink lips. You took in the provocative scene that played out before you - the way he hollowed out his cheeks and started eagerly bobbing his head up and down, his beautiful stare lingering on yours the entire time.

Even when he was doing the naughtiest sex acts, he managed to look so sweet while doing them.

"You're so cute, Matthew. Your pretty mouth is just so fuckable," you hissed, your voice dripping with arousal as you ran your fingers through his disheveled hair. "I think you can take more. Don't you?" His cock stirred in his jeans at your words. Desperation seeped into his expression as he nodded. You snapped your hips forward, earning a faint gagging sound from the desperate boy.

"Look at that. You take it so well," you cooed. Matt peered up at you with his watery eyes, drooling all over your strap. "That's it, darling. Don't stop until I say so."

[sierrraaaaxz]

rough backshots from matt

pairings: softdom!matt x f!reader

warnings: !SMUT! rough doggy style sex, p in v, porn without plot, spanking, and matt being sexy.

a/n: finally wrote something after 2 months lmk what you guys think! any interaction is appreciated!!

🏷️: @muwapsturniolo @evie-sturns

strings of moans fall from your lips as Matt’s hip thrust against the skin of your bare ass. You can’t do anything but moan and whimper like a bitch in heat as he pounds into you from behind.

His rough hand coming up to grab your hair into a make-shift ponytail, pulling your hair back and leaning forward to mark your neck with his mouth.

Kissing and sucking on the flesh greedily with his chest pressed against your back as he continued his assault on your neck.

“keep making those pretty noises, baby..”

He pulled away and continued to thrust into you with force, occasional groans falling from his lips as he pushed your head into the pillow.

Your moans grow louder as his tip repeatedly abuses your sweet spot, the knot in your belly tightening.

”f-fuckk—— you’re so t-tight, mama.” matt practically growled. His cock slid in and out of you faster as he felt his own release coming, you gripped onto the bed sheets tighter, a whine falling from you lips as Matt’s hand came down, slapping against the flesh of your ass. the sting hurting so good.

“m’gonna c-cum!” you practically scream out. “yeah? you gonna cum?,” “go ahead, cum f’me, baby.” and with that, the knot in your belly snaps.

He pulls almost all the way out before thrusting deep into you with another groan as he finally releases, white spurts of his warm cum filling you.

He remains like that for a few more seconds before collapsing on top of you with heavy pants. moving your hair out of the way to sweetly kiss the nape of your nape.

“mmm..you did so good f’me, gorgeous..”

[mattsmedusa]

✎ 𝐛𝐬𝐟.ᐟ𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭’𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐣𝐨𝐛 ✯ 𝐦.𝐬 𝐰𝐜. 𝟏.𝟒𝐤 [𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭]

"you sure about this?" you asked matt from your kneeling position between his legs, hands on his bare thighs as you looked up at him for permission. matt’s eyes lingered on your lips before looking into your eyes, his tongue darting out to wet his lips in a nervous gesture as he shifted on his gaming chair, spreading his legs a little wider as he nodded, mumbling a quiet "yeah, really sure".

that was all the confirmation you needed and you grasped his aching length, eliciting a slight buck from his hips and a soft groan. his breath hitched in his throat when you moved your hand languidly over his cock, precum oozing out of his angry red tip – all swollen and twitchy from not getting relief.

his lips parted to let out a soft sound that sounded like a moan as he looked at you with pleading eyes. "please... can you start?" his words were nothing more than a mere whisper, not wanting to sound too demanding, but needing to feel your warm mouth around him and the thought alone made his cock twitch in your hand. a fresh bead of precum pooled on his tip before sliding down his shaft and onto your fingers.

the feeling of his warm arousal sent shivers down your spine. your eyes locked onto his for a moment, the air was almost suffocating with the sexual tension charged up to maximum. your gaze fell back down to his cock as you shifted in your position, feeling yourself grow wet and restless. your swallowed thickly before looking back up into his eyes. "you ready?"

was he ready? that almost made him laugh. after all, he was more than ready.

"yeah, m’ready," he breathed out, adjusting his position yet again. he hissed in a sharp breath when your tongue made contact with the underside of his head, a bead of precum slid down his tip and onto your eager tongue. your tongue flattened out to lick a stripe up the veiny underside of his shaft, making him buck his hips.

matt’s eyes closed in pleasure, his brows knitting together as your mouth expertly licked and kissed his cock, not sucking him off yet, but giving him enough pleasure not to complain about it. his hand fell on top of your head, not pushing you down, just resting there as you glanced up at him with his hefty length in front of your face.

"please, don’t tease me— oh--ffuuckkk..." his voice trailed off into a low – almost satisfied – moan when you finally wrapped your lips around the needy red head of his cock, immediately starting to bob your head up and down, slowly taking more of his length each time.

matt’s jaw dropped, eyes nearly rolling back as his hands scrambled to stop your head, too overwhelmed by the pleasure you were giving him. the feeling of your tongue swirling on the sensitive underside of his cock was a tad bit too stimulating. "w-wait, t-too much, too much!" he keened, his hands gently pushing your head back and off his cock.

you pulled away with a wet 'pop', looking up at him with a confused expression before it quickly turned into a teasing grin when you realised he wasn’t pushing you away due to discomfort—rather the opposite.

"oh? ain’t you sooo sensitive?" you barely held back a chuckle, making him glare at you—to which you smiled innocently to, as if you didn’t just tease him of his sensitivity. "shut up and go easy on me, you nearly sucked me dry." he mumbled, shifting in his seat.

"alright, alright," you chuckled, "just feel and don’t think too much of it, you’re ruining your own fun." you couldn’t help but tease him again before you gave him what he wanted. matt’s lips parted to let out a soft groan when you wrapped your lips around his tip again, going back to giving him head, but much slower this time.

you slowly engulfed at least half of his cock before hollowing out your cheeks and sucking upwards towards his tip, making him shudder and moan quietly. "fu--ckk," matt rasped, his hips bucking up slightly when your head went down again, taking more of his length this time.

matt’s hands gently held the sides of your head, looking down at you with dilated pupils. "can i... can i fuck your face?" even he, himself, was surprised at his own boldness, but he waited patiently for your answer nonetheless, not trying to backpedal or take back his words. he was looking at you with pleading eyes as the bands in his stomach tightened with each bob of your head.

you finally gave in, pulling him out of your mouth to speak, panting softly. "yeah, go ahead, i want you to experience the utmost pleasure, after all." you said with mock seriousness, making him snort in amusement. he held your head gently and slowly fed you his length, keeping eye contact.

"haahh... mmfh-mm, juuust like that," matt encouraged quietly, his hips bucking up to fuck your face. "your mouth feels so good– you’re taking me soo well, fuck, i don’t think i’ll last..." he praised, his hands tightened their grip on your hair and head as he kept you in place, fucking your mouth with increasing vigor when he felt his balls draw tight—his release was right there, so close but still out of reach.

he slowed his hips when he saw the tears in your eyes, not knowing if he was hurting you as he stopped completely, pulling his glistening shaft out of your mouth. "am i hurting you?" he whispered, his expression shifting into a remorseful one. "shit sorry, i’m so sorry, we can stop-" "hey, no, no, it’s alright matt, don’t worry, keep going." you cut him off, reassuring him.

"don’t worry alright?" you looked at him until he nodded and smiled softly before continuing, "you’re not hurting me one bit." matt nodded again, sighing. "sorry, i’m just so nervous right now and i saw your tears and i thought..." his words trailed off when you took him in your mouth again, a groan fell out of his parted pink lips.

"keep going," you mumbled around his shaft, the vibrations causing a shiver to ripple through him, and he complied, starting to thrust his hips shallowly and slowly before he quickly got lost in the sensations again. the bands in his lower abdomen were becoming more and more taut.

"sorry, i- fuckk, just a bit more, just-just i’m s’close, can you–nghh–can you keep up with me for a bit?" his words were almost slurred as it stumbled out quickly, stopping for a bit for you to answer, and with your subtle nod of confirmation – despite your tears and the slight chocking – he returned to thrusting into your mouth, biting his lips to muffle his moans.

suddenly, the bands in his abdomen snapped abruptly, leaving him gasping.

"shiit— m’c-cumming! mmmfffp!" matt’s hand flew up to cover his mouth, effectively muffling the sounds of his own moans as his hips jerked and twitched, his free hand keeping your head down on his cock almost subconsciously as he got lost in the pleasure.

you swallowed around his cock, drinking his cum straight from the source. matt’s body shuddered from aftershocks, his expression was one of pure bliss. slowly coming down from his high, he took his hand away from his mouth, sighing deeply in contentment as his body went lax against the chair – sated to say the least.

you languidly sucked up and released his half-hard cock with a soft pop, licking your lips afterwards, keeping eye contact as you shifted slightly in your position on the floor to relieve some of the tension in your panties due to the slutty sounds he had let out. matt took some tissues and helped you wipe your mouth, swallowing thickly, his eyes lingering on your lips before looking back into your eyes.

the sexual tension was electric.

"all that apple juice really made your cum taste sweet." you teased, breaking the tension, helping him clean up and fix his clothes. matt smiled appreciatively as you helped him, his lips curling up into a bashful grin. "well, i guess i’ll have to keep drinking it then huh?" he joked, helping you stand up to your feet.

you opened your mouth to say something back, but chris suddenly burst into the room, catching you both off guard. he was none the wiser to the tension lingering in the air as he laughed about something that happened to him and nick just now and nagging you both to follow him into the living room. you and matt exchanged a glance before following chris, leaving your cute little secret in his room.

for now.

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Who Has A Choice Like Smarty Does?

I'm going to say requested loosely by @sturns1ut (I stumbled on a post asking for this and took the initiative)

Part 1 and Part 2

She was out again with her friends. The only problem was that this was her favorite bar, and the only thing she could think about was the boy from the bathroom. It was foreign to her to be thinking of someone. They exchanged numbers, but he never texted or called her. When she and Chris exchanged numbers, he texted her before even leaving the bar. That was what she was used to. She wasn't upset that she sucked on him only to be forgotten; no, she was upset because she wanted to do it again. His hands in her hair and his sweet whimpers intoxicated her bloodstream with lust when she thought about it. She wanted to call him, but it was against her rules. She didn't show interest first. She let guys come to her. She liked having choices. She stepped off the dance floor and pulled up her contact list. She scrolled past all the random night-out numbers she had received and clicked on the one contact she knew would answer. It started ringing.

"Hey, little baby." She felt a shiver down her spine.

"Would you want to come distract me?" She chuckled lightly, even though she was completely serious.

"Uhh..." He was thinking about it. That was different. He wanted nothing more than a chance to hear Smarty's moans in person.

"You're busy, aren't you?" She felt the disappointment pang in her abdomen.

"No, no." He started. "I was just hanging out with my brother."

"He can come too." She didn't care who came along as long as she had Chris' attention, Chris' distraction.

"Okay. We'll be there in a few minutes." He hung up quickly. She bit her lips, excited that her favourite distraction was on the way. She returned to her friend circle and instantly became the center of attention. They all danced around her and enjoyed every song with her.

"Hey!" She yelled, feeling her hand being tugged. She collided with a broad chest.

"Hey." His voice was raspy.

"Hey." She breathed out, feeling better. It was just Chris. He started swaying off rhythm to the song playing.

"I'm glad you called." He hinted at their previous conversations on the phone.

"I'm glad you came," she winked. Did your brother not come out?" She was indifferent to having a third wheel.

"Yeah, he did. He is getting us drinks." She glanced over to the bar but didn't see anyone that stuck out.

"So, where are we going after we dance?" She wasn't subtle but knew she didn't have to be. Chris had the same mindset as her. She noticed his easy-access sweatpants and jacket used to dress them up.

"Wanna come home with me?" He only ever matched how forward she was. She was always the leader. He pulled her waist playfully and started licking her neck.

"I got your drink." To her dismay, Chris' head pulled away. They both looked in the same direction.

"This is -"

"Matt?" they both said at the same time. She noted how her two boys of choice looked very similar in the past but just assumed it was because she had a type. She never thought they would know each other because they were very different. Matt was the type to writhe underneath her, while Chris was the type to make her whimper, leaving her wanting more.

"You know my brother?" Chris wasn't entirely dumb. He knew Smarty was promiscuous but with his brother?

"We met a week ago." Matt was flushing red. His personal life wasn't discussed in depth with his brothers, but in this situation, it was going to come to light.

"Met?" Chris questioned. Smarty wasn't sure what information Chris would be comfortable with knowing.

"At the bar." Matt was quick to fill in. Smarty eyed him, trying to figure out their game plan. Chris stepped back a little.

"Have you fucked?" Chris wasn't holding anything back.

"What?" Smarty assumed the best way through it was to play dumb and let them resolve the pending conflict.

"Have you fucked?"

"No." Matt wasn't lying. Smarty and him never had that chance. She just made him want her pretty red lips all over him.

"Smarty?" Chris asked for her truth.

"Chris, a lady doesn't suck dick and tell." She always kept it flirtatious. Chris wasn't mad. He was jealous. They exchanged numbers, flirted, and danced but never had anything physical outside of their phone calls. He wanted Smarty in his bed so many times, and tonight was the night he finally was going to get his chance, and Matt already ruined it.

"Ha. Funny." He couldn't tell if she was being serious or not.

"Are you going to dance me around the room or not?" She pouted. Chris took her and started slowly grinding on the front of her.

"I'm going to go." Matt felt awkward third-wheeling and, to be fair, jealous. He thought about her mouth wrapped around him several times after that night. He even went as far as to look for pictures of girls with bright red lips to add to the memory.

"No, dance with us." She grabbed his hand and felt her stomach flutter. She remembered those hands in her hair tugging slightly, and she got excited. She pulled Matt to be behind her. She would grind on him and touch all over Chris with her hands. Chris' gaze was locked entirely on her. He couldn't tell where her attention was more. She felt Matt getting more rigid behind her and saw Chris getting more jealous. "Ugh." Matt gripped her hips instinctually, and she moaned. Chris stopped dancing. "Chris." She whispered in his ear. He melted. Her voice was his favourite thing.

"Baby." He said back in a wonderous tone.

"Can we all go home... together?" She bit her lip in anticipation. She wanted to feel Chris finally but wanted nothing more than to feel Matt again. Chris thought about it. Matt wasn't sexually open, so he doubted he would go for it.

"You gotta ask Matt." He would leave it up to his brother. He didn't want to say outright yes anyway. She spun around and looked at the cute shy guy that she had sucked off a week ago.

"Hi." He was taken aback by her attention solely on him. She still made sure to wiggle and grind on Chris, who was still behind her.

"I wanna be yours tonight." She made sure to be very close to him. With her face this close to his, he could look right into her eyes and see her intentions. His breathing became heavy. He didn't like the idea of a threesome in general, so one with his brother was worse.

"And Chris'?" He challenged. Her face fell flat, and she felt like she was losing. She had to think of something quickly. She snaked her hand down to his sweatpants band. She palmed him, already feeling him erect.

"Is that... a problem?" She pouted. Her lips popped out a little, and her eyes blinked slowly. Her face made Matt weak. He sighed. Unsure what he just signed up for. She turned around and told Chris the news. Chris peered over her shoulder and looked at Matt. Matt shrugged, telling Chris all he needed to know. They walked off the dance floor with Smarty in the middle of them, heading outside to the car. With Matt in the driver's spot, Chris and Smarty got in the backseat. On the way home, Chris and Smarty played a warm-up game. Matt's fists were gripping the steering wheel, and he was annoyed he wasn't the one touching her; better yet, she wasn't touching him. Chris was just in heaven hearing her voice so close to his ear. It was intoxicating all his inhibitions away. She nipped, giggled, and whispered sweet things she knew her Dirty King would want to hear to help get him in the mood. Once they were at the house, they had an awkward choice of whose room they were going to be in.

"Nick might hear us in mine." Matt had a valid point. They all felt the silliness of their actions. Smarty made her way to the unfamiliar bed and sat on the edge. Chris wanted to throw her back and go down on her like he had talked about so many times on the phone with her, but Matt's presence confused him.

"I'm ready," Smarty smirked at the two timid boys before her. She lightly palmed the outside of her panties to try and get them into the mood she was already in. Something inside Chris snapped. Matt stood enthralled by the image in front of him. Chris had his sweats off and his bulge ready to pop out. "Matt, please," Smarty begged. Matt, captivated by her eyes and the way she looked at him, slowly stripped his pants off.

"Just don't touch me," Chris said to Matt without looking at him.

"Same," Matt kept his eyes locked on her growing wet spot. She stood up and shimmied her dress down. Chris, having waited to dominate her, shoved her back on the bed.

"Are you ready, Bunny?" Chris and Matt asked at the same time, towering over her.

"Yes." She bit her lip, looking between both beautiful men. Although they were supposed to be identical, she could see the differences between them. Chris jumped on top of her first, leaving Matt to wonder where he was supposed to fit into this picture. Chris picked up her hips and moved her to be sideways on the bed, so her head was hanging off the edge. Matt understood now. He walked over and stood at the edge of the bed, his bulge blocking her view of Chris. Chris wasted no time sliding her lace to the side and slipping his tip in. "Fuck." She moaned out. Once her mouth was open from her pleasure cry, Matt swiftly filled her throat like the night they had met.

"No one will love you the way I do." Chris started thrusting into her, causing her body to flick up with every push. This motion pushed Matt deeper into her mouth. Matt stayed fixated on her face. This time around, with her lying down, he felt dominance over her. She reached a hand back and grabbed Matt's lower waist, pulling him closer to her. Chris filled every inch of her up. He felt her squeezing him tightly and the pressure suction pulling him back in when he'd back out. "Fuck," Chris wanted her body for so long.

"So good." Matt threw his head back and whimpered. Chris's presence was the least of his concerns. Smarty's saliva was the perfect warm lubricant to push deeper into her throat. Chris, not being able to put his mouth on hers, flicked his tongue across her nipple.

"Fu-ugh," Smarty moaned, but Matt's length pushed the sound back down. This pleasure was euphoric. She thought her time with Chris would be solo, but having Matt too, was a completely new experience. She couldn't choose between the two.

"I'm going to -" Matt guided her hand to his balls, something she taught him he liked. She couldn't choose which boy to focus on. Chris was causing her whole body gratification, but Matt was pumping her mind with endorphins. She lightly squeezed her hand. "Smarty, yes." Matt entangled his hands in her hair, something she loved the memory of. He bucked his hips in and out of her throat, making her gurgle. Chris was in his own world. He had his hand on her clit and breast. His hips collided with her rhythmically. He was ravishing this moment and, equally, her body. The only problem was her voice was being blocked by Matt. Matt tried to hold his moans back because he didn't want Chris to know what he sounded like while getting off, but he failed. "God, fuck." He felt his release glide down her throat. She swallowed all of him without any issues. She slurped and sucked on his disappearing erection like a piece of candy.

"Little baby, talk to me," Chris grunted. He needed her voice. He needed to hear her beg and whine for him.

"My Dirty King." Chris wasn't as prepared to hear that in person as he thought and immediately felt his cock twitch and release his light load.

"Damn Bunny." He started pounding into her heavier, hoping to get that last few pumps in before he was completely empty. As he pounded his cock into her, he pinched and played with her bundle of nerves hoping to get her to climax.

"Oh god." She lurched and pushed her orgasm out back onto Chris. Arching her back and lifting her head, she was able to see Chris with a bit of glistening sweat on his forehead. Her head fell back off the bed, and she looked up at Matt. He smiled down at her. Her eyes were drooping from overstimulation. She felt Chris detaching from her body. She wanted to lift her head again and look to see where he was going, but she was too weak to move her head this time. Chris appeared in her view next to Matt upside down.

"So Smarty..." Matt smiled like the devil.

"Who is it going to be?" Chris asked. She realized what they were talking about and fully comprehended her situation. She couldn't choose. Matt was sweet and innocent, but Chris was dominating and controlling.

She wanted the best of both worlds. She cursed herself for finding herself in this predicament. After all, who has a choice like Smarty does?

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A/N Now, who do we think Smarty should be with? 😏 (Please take it easy on me this is the first threesome I've ever written...)

[sweetshuga]

MS ✰ String you out ✧ CS

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

Word count. 3k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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