#matts hot take corner

[fallingformatt]

SEXUAL TENSION M.S.

bsf!Matt x fem!reader

summary: the sexual tension between you and your best friend Matt causes you two to ‘talk it out’ in the car

based on these requests available: here, here

warnings: filthy ass smut bro

word count: 3.2k

a/n: I’ve been so busy with work, but im glad i finally found the time to write something hope yall enjoy it :) this post is not proofread

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"Wait do you like him?" my friend asks with a smirk on her lips as she playfully pushes my shoulder.

I was hanging out with my friend at the beach tanning, eating some grapes, swimming and just taking in the sun.

"I don't know, it's like this weird sexual tension between us like I just feel that hot and bothered vibe coming from him," I say to my friend as I twirl a strand of my hair between my fingers.

"As in general or like just around you?" She asks me while raising an eyebrow. "Girl I don't know, we don't talk about how often we get laid," I say with a serious tone. "You should then," she answers as one corner of her lips rises up followed by a wink. "Can we not? I'm not asking Matt if he wants to fuck me or just fuck in general, let's change the subject," I say now slightly annoyed about how long this topic has dragged on.

I have to admit though, in the past couple of weeks there have been moments of strong sexual tension between me and my best friend Matt. I don't know what it is but every time we hang out in a group setting, I feel him throwing glances at me while fidgeting with his rings practically undressing me with his eyes, his eyes seem to scan me up and down, eventually meeting mine every time, his stare would get this hint of hunger like he's been starving for something, so I went for advice to my friend but she doesn't have a serious bone in her body so it obviously didn't go far.

Not even a second later I heard my phone ring. I turn it facing up to look who's calling. My friend leans in pushing up her sunglasses to see the caller as well. "Oh it's Matt, you should ask him if he's down to fuck," she says with a huge smile plastered across her face. "You're so funny," I say sarcastically as I roll my eyes before answering the phone.

"Hey!" I say as I bring up the phone to my ear.

"Hey, what are you up to?" Matt asks.

"Nothing much, I'm at the beach with a friend," I say as I turn my head to look at her, as soon as I do so, I see her standing on her knees humping the air before she points to my phone laughing. I instantly facepalm regretting that I even mentioned something to her.

"Hello, are you there?" I hear on the phone.

I snap back as I remember that I'm currently on the phone with Matt.

"Yeah sorry, what did you say," I say.

"I asked if the weather is nice, am I really that boring?" Matt says.

"No I was just looking at my friend, she was kicking down someone's sand castle," I lie as I search around with my free hand for something to throw at my friend. "Yeah the weather is nice, the water is really warm too, what are you doing?" I continue.

"I'm driving home, do you want to do something later?" Matt asks and I see my friend walking over to me kneeling next to me pressing her ear against my phone trying to hear what Matt is saying.

"Yeah I'm down, do you have something in mind?" I answer as I try to push my friend away with my elbow staring at her and shaking my head.

"Chris and Nick really want to see you, so I was thinking we could go to topgolf, and get something to eat after that," he offers.

I see my friend nodding her head up and down signaling me to say yes. How did she even hear that is beyond me.

"Yeah I'm down, should be fun," I say.

"Alright I'll pick you up at 7, see you then," he says before ending the call

I look down next to me and see one grape lying in the sand, without giving it a second thought, I pick it up and throw it at my friend. "You're such a child," I say as I roll my eyes smiling. "You still love me," she says sitting down smiling, finally relaxing after being on my case this whole time.

The sun had started to set and we decided to head back to my friend's house. The beach is like a 10 minute walk from her place. "What time is he picking you up?" My friend asks me.

"He's picking me up at 7, but it's not like you didn't know that already, you're so nosy," I say as I look down at my phone to see the time. "Shit it's 6:27 pm already, there's no way I'm gonna get back to my house and get ready in time.

"You can just get ready at my place," she offers. I nod and pull out my phone from my pocket and text Matt the new address.

We go into her house and I drop my bag at the door running for the bathroom to shower. I turn on the water and hop in.

"Are you really that excited to see him?" my friend asks as she opens the door to the bathroom. "What do you mean?" I ask her. "I mean you rushed to take a shower so fast, surely you're excited to meet up with him," she says as I hear her turning on the sink to wash her hands. "I'm literally just showering, I don't want to be sweaty, covered in sand, and gross, no matter who I'm meeting up with," I defend myself. "Whatever you say," my friend says as she leaves the bathroom.

I hopped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around my body. I went past the kitchen to my friend's room. I open the door and she's sitting in front of her vanity doing her skincare playing some music in the background.

My eyes lay upon an outfit lying down on her bed, it's a short jean skirt and a black lace tank top, I raise my eyebrow in confusion "What's this?" I ask. "It's an outfit for you to wear," she answers, I tilt my head. "Well unless you're gonna go to topgolf in sweats and a bathing suit, you should wear what's on the bed," she exclaims. "But this is what I would wear if we went clubbing not something I would wear hanging out with friends," I answer. "Trust me on this one," my friend replies. "You seriously need to move on," I say as I grab the outfit and put it on.

I check my phone to see the time, 7:05 pm it reads and as I was about to put down my phone I receive a text from Matt.

"I'm here" that's all the text says.

"I have to go," I say to my friend as I stand up from her vanity and head for the door. "Wait, just one more thing," she says as she runs over to me with a perfume bottle and sprays a few sprays on me. "What's that?" I ask. "It's a pheromone perfume, it's supposed to make guys crazy," she says, smiling proudly holding the bottle. I just sigh as I go for the door. "This way we'll find out if he wants to fuck in general or if he wants to fuck you!" my friend says happily, waving at me as I exit.

I get in the front seat as I see that Chris is sitting at the back. "Hey," Nick exclaims. "Hey," I say to everyone as I put on my seatbelt. "You look good," Matt says as he turns his head looking me up and down and Nick nods his head in agreement. "Thanks, guys," I say and we start driving. We're now driving for about 15 minutes, there's music blasting through the whole car as Nick and Chris are arguing, trying to scream over the loud music about which is the best spongebob episode making me giggle from time to time.

We're stopped at a red light and as I'm scrolling through my phone I feel someone's eyes on me, I pick up my head and see Matt looking at me, there it is again, that hungry stare, he's looking me up and down before his eyes again meet mine. I see him bite his lower lip before a little smirk creeps up on his lips. "You look so fucking good," he says, making me smile, his voice was deeper than usual. He turns his head to focus on the road again as the light turns green.

This is the vibe I was talking about with my friend earlier, we've never had this kind of tension between us before.

I turned my head back to see if Chris and Nick noticed his comment, and no they were still arguing, but the topic of the argument had changed to waffles and pancakes.

"We're here," Matt says as the car stops and he pulls out the keys from the engine and we all exit the car. As we go in, Nick goes to registration and pays for all of us. We all walk to our playing area and we all get something to snack on and some drinks.

"I'm up first," Matt says as he walks over to the playing area, he sets up the ball and swings the golf club. Next up is Nick, he does the same, now it's my turn, I walk up to the playing area, set up the ball, and take a swing with my golf club, I miss completely and I turn my head to look at everyone laughing, well almost everyone, Matt is the only one who's not laughing, which made me less embarrassed, I guess that's what best friends are for. "You need any help?" He asks, I nod my head and he stands up walking over to me.

I set myself up to take a shot and Matt walks over standing behind me, he puts his hands over mine "You have to hold the club tightly, okay?" Matt says as he tightens his grip around my hands. "Keep your back straight," he says and I straighten my back, which causes my butt to brush against his crotch. He inhales sharply before he continues, "Now swing," he says as he guides my hands with his swinging them to the side before hitting the golf ball and watching it fly away. I turn around to face Matt, "thank you," I say as I give him a hug. Before I get to pull away I feel his arm around the back of my neck as he leans into my ear, "you did so good," he says as he lets me go a slight grin forming on his lips, we walk back to the lounge area and Chris stands up as it is his turn now.

I was now sitting watching them play as I understood pretty quickly that there wasn't gonna be a golfer made out of me. Throughout the night I kept noticing Matt's glances, he's now sitting across from me, and he's staring me up and down as he's fidgeting with his rings. His gaze sends shivers down my spine, making me actually shiver and Nick notices.

"Are you cold? I left a sweater in the car, Matt can get it," he offers, " yeah that would be nice," I say as I look back at Matt and he seems to snap back into reality not really understanding what's going on.

"Come on Matt, I'm gonna go with you to get the sweater," I say to help him understand what's going on, he nods and stands up and we start walking to the car. I was actually glad that I managed to get him alone, I needed to understand what was going on with him, but I didn't want to ask with everyone around.

As we get to the car he unlocks it and I get into the front passenger seat and lean back to get the sweater Nick was talking about, as I grab the sweater I hear the door open, I turn my head to look and I see Matt leaning down, his arm resting against the open door. "You ready?" He asks. "No get in," I say as I lean back into my seat, placing the sweater in my lap. Matt gets in the car and closes the door. "What's up?" He asks. "I should be asking you that," I answer and Matt tilts his head confused by my statement.

"What's going on with you?" I ask. "What do you mean?" He answers me with a question not understanding what I'm talking about. I take a deep breath slightly nervous about what I'm going to say next, but I needed some clarity so I knew I had to ask. "Past couple of weeks you have been zoning out, staring at me," I state, I watch his face, waiting for his reaction. His expression grows dark, and once again his glare turns dark.

"You're driving me fucking insane, " he says his voice getting deeper again, "you don't know what you're doing to me, your sent, your presence," he says as he moves his stare from my eyes to my lips before licking his. "Tell me," I say as I put my arm on his bicep. "How about I show you instead," he says as a smirk appears on his lips. He leans over and grabs the outer side of my thigh, signaling me to move. I cautiously move over the center console his arms grabbing and holding my ass for support as he guides me to sit in his lap.

Without any warning he pushes his lips onto mine, kissing me roughly. One of my hands travel to his hair and the other one rests on his chest, his hands travel to my hips, pushing and guiding them back and forth, I let out a quiet moan as I break the kiss, "Matt this is wrong," I say as I try to calm down my breathing. "I don't care, I want you," he says as he smashes his lips back onto mine and I give into the kiss, he moves from my lips to my cheek and down to my jawline, his one hand still guiding my hips back and forth as the other hand moves over my ass grabbing it and slapping it.

I'm not fighting him and give into his touch fully, I throw my head back as I feel my panties getting wet and a moan slips past my lips, Matt takes advantage and attacks my neck, leaving wet kisses, slipping in a few bites as he's sucking on my sensitive skin leaving marks.

"Move up," he says, his voice is demanding. I move my ass up, both of my hands move to his shoulders as I hold them for support. He quickly unbuckles his belt and bucks up his hips sliding his jeans down along with his boxers. Matt's hand travels to my panties, he rubs against my clothed clit before sliding them to the side with one quick motion. He places his hands on my waist pushing me down and signaling me to sit down again.

He pushes his lips on my neck leaving sweet kisses around the dark marks he had created, he leans back and his eyes lock onto the hickeys, "pretty," he says as he grabs my jaw, his thumb brushing over the bruised, sensitive skin.

Matt grabs my ass as he moves me slightly up, positioning his dick against my entrance before pushing me down, I let my head fall on the nape of his neck as my elbows rest on his shoulders, my hands roaming his hair, I let out a moan as I start to move my hips.

"You feel so good princess," Matt groans, his hand tightly around my waist as the other one holds a tight grasp on my ass, his nails digging into my skin as I become a hot mess on top of him. "Matt," I moan out, my movements are sloppy and sensual.

"We can't be gone for too long," Matt whispers in my ear and suddenly fastens his thrusts underneath me. A sudden feeling of overbearing pleasure comes over me as I throw my head back no longer able to control my breath, moans and whimpers leave my mouth before I bite my lower lip trying to be quiet. "Baby don't be quiet, I'll make you scream my name," Matt growls deeply as his hand travels to my lower back holding me for support.

"Will you?" I manage to slip out between my moans as I start to grind faster on his cock. "You're such a brat," he says as his hand wraps around my hair pulling my head backward. His lips attack my collarbone, he's sucking and pulling on my skin slipping in a few bites, I hiss at the pain, "not so brave anymore huh," he says as he detaches from my collarbone before leaving a trail of kisses up my neck before meeting my lips.

"I'm," I whimper, my hands roaming around for something to hold onto as I feel my climax approach me. "You're?" Matt asks proudly as he's the one making me unable to finish my sentence. "Close," I manage to moan out between his hard thrusts and my grinding as we move in sync. "What was that huh?" He chuckles. I grab the collar of his shirt to pull myself together as I gather my strength to form a sentence.

"I'm so close Matt don't stop," I blur out, I feel my walls closing around his twitching cock. "You take my dick so well baby," Matt moans out sending me over the edge. "Matt," I scream out as my orgasm takes over me. Matt lets out a low growl-like moan, as I feel his seed pumping into me. I push my lips against his in order not to scream as I ride out my high.

"Oh my god Matt," I say as I move off of his cock and back to the seat next to him. "You did so good princess," he says as he leans in and kisses my forehead before he pulls up his pants. "We should get back," Matt says and I nod in agreement. I take Nick's sweater and pull it over my head putting it on.

As we step out of the car, I close the door and fix my short denim skirt and I see Matt fixing his belt. "I'm gonna leave the window slightly open," he says slightly chuckling pointing to the windows that had fully fogged up and I let out a small laugh as well.

"What took you two so long," Nick says as he looks at us and we try not to look suspicious. "We were talking," I say confidently, I see Nick shifting his eyes from Matt to me, and his eyes fall down to my neck as a smirk appears on his lips, "you got something here," Nick says as he brushes over his own neck with two fingers. My eyes immediately shoot to Matt as I slap his shoulder from the back.

I guess there definitely was some sexual tension between us that needed to be resolved.

[sweetangelgirl7]

𝐰𝐞𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫 𝜗𝜚 𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐨

𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 you and your friends decide to road trip up to the cabin in the midst of the wet, hot, american summer. however, you and chris haven’t been able to keep your hands to yourselves for weeks. just how hot will it get?

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: SMUT, praise kink, oral, unprotected, creampie, substance use, language, descriptive, recording!

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 4.6k

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: hi, my first fic & smut story! this is highly inspired by t.i. west’s “x” (without the gore, of course). i tend to be descriptive with scenery and details so if you’re not a fan of that, my writing may not be for you. anyways, i hope it’s not bad, enjoy!

the texas summer heat filled the rickety old van as the five of you drove the open road, the dry warmth wrapping around your bodies like a blanket. the air conditioner was working overtime on full blast as you had your feet up on the dashboard, your manicured toes wriggling in the air hitting them through the open window.

your eyes trailed over the words of the book lying in your lap, trying to read through the slight feeling of motion sickness coming on. you sat in the passenger seat as matt drove, while nick, chris, and nate sat in the back of the van discussing useless topics to pass the time for the last hour or so. you all had been on the road since the break of day and it was already half past twelve as you were nearing the cabin.

the five of you took the weekend to road trip up to the country to relax and film content, when given the chance.

taking a brief moment away from your book, you looked out at the rolling yellow grass of the texas plains. as you all had been driving for hours straight, matt pulled off the dusty road up to a run down, road side gas station and drove the van up to the lone gas pump over the gravel. you let a sigh of relief out to finally stretch your legs and get a snack from inside.

“alright everyone out” matt shouted as the van door slid open, followed by the three boys in the back piling out into the warm air. you slipped your platform sandals on and stepped out of the vehicle, slamming the door shut behind you. it felt nice to stand up and walk around but more importantly, to finally tug at the tiny shorts that had been uncomfortably riding up your ass almost the entire ride. you adjusted your tube top and held your hair up in one hand, letting the breeze hit your neck clung with sweat and baby hairs.

matt was busy filling up the van while nick and nate had already made their way inside of the rural gas station. you began to walk up the gravel as you felt a hand smack your ass, flinching at the touch. “ouch” you hissed, turning to see chris walking past you.

“those little fucking shorts have been driving me crazy” he chuckled as a grin pulled at the corner of his lips, walking backwards to face you before he could turn around to head in through the door.

you and chris had been messing around for awhile now but the balls on the kid never ceased to amaze you, literally and figuratively. sneaking around here and there when the boys weren’t looking, hell, even when they were, touching in passing and under the table to drive one another crazy. it started as a bored summer night fling until you both realized that you couldn’t keep your hands to yourselves soon after the fact.

shaking your head with a sly grin, you joined the boys in the store as they grabbed snacks off the shelves to keep themselves sane for the rest of the trip. sliding the ice cream freezer open, you leaned over the cold air for a moment of relief, the chill instantly littering your skin with goosebumps. funnily enough, your felt your nipples perk up beneath the fabric of your top in response to the immediate crisp sensation. a natural reaction, in comparison to the sweltering heat for the past five hours.

reaching down to grab a bomb pop, the cold wrapper felt nice between your hand. placing their items on the counter, chris offered to pay for everyone’s snacks as the cashier scanned each item. the hum of the old radio filling the silence while they waited to tear into the food. standing next to chris, he glanced down at you as his attention slowly trailed down to your nipples on display through your tube top, in which he couldn’t wait to tear into you. a smile crept on his face before finally looking up at you, your eyes already locked on him. “up here, perv” you mouthed quietly, motioning to your eyes.

piling out of the gas station, you tore at the wrapper of the bomb pop before taking the frozen popsicle between your lips. closing your eyes for a moment, the cherry flavor turned them an artificial shade of red. chris tucked his wallet into his back pocket, walking near you as he watched your lips cling onto the popsicle, imagining them plump and red around his dick in it’s place.

“damn relax” he groaned in your ear, adjusting himself in his shorts as he walked behind you “save all that for me later, yeah?” he teased, planting a warm kiss on your exposed shoulder before you could push him away, not wanting the rest of the group to catch wind of his very blatant behavior. you looked him in the eye before licking up the side of the red, white, and blue popsicle, sucking on the tip while letting a small laugh escape as it lingered on your lips. “well unless you’re cherry, lime, and raspberry flavored, i don’t think so.” you teased, taking a small bite.

“i can be whatever flavor you want” he chuckled, smacking your ass once again, sending your body forward as he caught up with the boys to load up in the back of the van. you rolled your eyes, pulling your shorts down once more before finding your seat in the front for the remainder of the trip.

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as matt finally pulled up on the long winding road to the cabin you all unloaded your bags from the van, chris insisting on carrying your things. walking up the steps of the wood home nestled amongst the towering trees, you all couldn’t help but explore the grounds as you’d rented this place on a whim. the cabin was alone between hundreds of wooded acres, accompanied by a swimming hole and a rope swing that you already knew the guys would abuse throughout the weekend.

“alright, i’m fucking beat so i’m gonna wash off and lay down for a little. we can just meet up later and decide what we’re gonna do.” matt explained to the group, before the rest of them nodded in agreement. nick and nate were already out the door and into the woods, walking the lake trail to map out the site as there was essentially no service. matt headed towards his chosen room to put his things down and grab a quick shower.

leaving you and chris in the cozy open living room area, he looked over your half exposed body before nodding in the direction up the stairs to your room. you laughed, walking past him, purposely wanting to take the stairs in front of him knowing the fabric of your bottoms would cover little to nothing on the way up. taking a step up the creaking stairs, you turned back to him standing in the same spot. “well let’s go then, tiger” you teased, hooking your finger to gesture him in your direction. he grinned and began to follow behind, instinctively looking up your shorts to take a peak of the folds where your ass met your thighs as you walked in front of him.

“those goddamn shorts kid” he continued before you could shake your head as a giggle rolled off your lips “oh will you shut up about the shorts already” you joked as you made your way down the hallway and into the single bedroom upstairs.

chris put your bags down on the rug, before shutting the door behind him. he had one bag around his shoulder still that carried their equipment, placing it on the quilted bed before sitting on the edge.

he reached inside of the bag, taking out an old digital camcorder they recently purchased. usually nick and matt dealt with the technical equipment but chris had managed to get his hands on it for ideas of his own that he had been sitting on since the car ride. tossing it aside with a grin, he decided to come back to it later.

meanwhile, you walked around the room, dusting your finger across the shelves of knick knacks and picture frames that adorned the walls. you had a window with a view of the never ending forest, which you knew would give you problems later on when it got dark. leaning forward to slide the window open, you placed your hands on the window sill and peeked out to take a breath of the pine filled air. slightly jutting your hips sporting ‘those little shorts’ back to taunt chris as he watched you from behind.

“what are you doing with all that ass” he laughed as you turned to face him with a look of surprise. “who, me?” you feigned innocence, wearing a smug smirk of satisfaction.

“yeah, you. come ‘ere” chris spoke with a low tone of command. walking in his direction, the wood floors creaked beneath your sandals. your eyes flickered down to chris’ shorts, as you realized that wasn’t the only wood in the cabin.

“these old things really seem to work you up, huh?” you teased and tugged at the waistband of your shorts, standing between his spread legs as his eyes made their way up to yours. although nothing seemed funny anymore as his blue hues darkened over, trailing his hands up the back your thighs and over your ass. chris slowly worked on unbuttoning your bottoms as your hand reached out to rest on his shoulder in approval. he tugged your shorts and panties down past your thighs in one go, the sound of your clothes hitting the floor filled the room as you stood in front of him. he leaned forward to place a kiss against your pelvis as his hands gripped the supple skin of your ass.

looking up at you, he planted another kiss against your body before slipping his hand beneath the hem of your top, one hand locked in his brown wavy hair, pulling at the strands between your fingers.

he pulled you closer to him as you instinctively straddled his lap before you could pull at the fabric of his shirt between your fist. getting the hint without uttering a word, he pulled it over his head and tossed it to the side, letting the silver chain around his neck hit his skin.

you traced your finger over his bare chest, fiddling with the chain between your digits as he silently scanned over your face. the intensity behind his eyes grew by the second as he watched you graze his skin.

you felt his dick pulse beneath your exposed core as you mildly grinded your hips over his clothed hard on. the folds of your pussy teasingly rubbed against the thin fabric of his shorts every now and then.

“you wanna be a good girl and show me how you wrapped your lips around that popsicle?” chris asked with his head slightly tilted back, his voice low and raspy as he took your chin in his hand to look him in the eye. you nodded in his hold while he glided the pad of his thumb against your bottom lip, pushing your lips open for you to wrap around his thumb.

“aht aht” he smugly shook his head as you looked up at him before he gently lowered you from his lap to your knees. resting your hands over your already bruised knees, patched with shades of purple and blue, you sat up straight and looked at chris seated before you on the edge of the bed. looking down at you, he palmed the boner growing beneath his shorts.

standing to his feet, chris tugged off his shorts and boxers at the same time. his fully erect dick slapping his lower stomach as he pulled the waistband of his boxers down.

now standing in front of you, he took the base of his cock in one hand and pumped at it a few times before you could take him in between your fingertips. adjusting yourself, you leaned back on the balls of your heels and sat up straight to reach his length, letting a trail of saliva coat his throbbing cock.

“fuck” he muttered under his breath at the wet feeling, watching you take him in both hands as he caressed your cheek in his palm with the pad of his thumb.

“hold up” he broke out, turning back to reach for the digital camera on the bed that he set aside earlier. opening the viewfinder, he slipped the camera strap over his four fingers before pointing the blinking camcorder down at you, looking sheepishly up at him.

“chris!” you shouted, immediately hiding your blushed face behind your hand.

“c’mon show me your face, baby” he groaned, as the mere tone of his voice didn’t take much convincing for you to oblige. you slowly showed your face, looking up at the camera through your lashes out of embarrassment. “there’s my pretty girl” he cooed with a grin at the site of your face on the viewfinder. swollen lips and all, against the tip of his cock.

“go ahead” he mumbled, continuing to look at you through the camera.

you nodded your head before bashfully licking his angry red tip, flattening your tongue against his sensitive slit. chris hissed between his teeth at the touch, looking up at him past the camera you slowly wrapped your lips around his cock, just like the bomb pop. you moved your head forward, your hand still at the base of his dick as you slowly began to bob your head back and forth up his length. chris groaned at the sight, his hand now holding the back of your head. despite the pressure, you pulled back to spit on his dick again, letting it trail down your lips

“fuck…just like that” he let a drawn out moan behind the camera.

“you look so hot” he praised as you continued to move up and down his veiny cock, your hand twisting at the base as the other rested against his thigh. “you’re a fuckin’ star” he moaned lowly, zooming in on your rosy features. your cheeks began to hollow out as you sucked harder, the warmth of your mouth wrapping around him with every stroke.

as you continued, he felt his stomach clench as he was inching closer to his climax before a voice abruptly pulled you both out of your home video.

“we’re gonna go swimming, let’s go!” nick shouted to anyone that was listening in the house, as chris rolled his eyes followed by a defeated groan.

you giggled at his expressions, letting a slight popping sound escape as his hard on slipped out of your mouth and slapped against his stomach.

“no baby keep going, really quick for me, please.” he whined, tilting his head back as he didn’t want to be left with the pain of blue balls.

“aw, we can finish this later” you teased, wiping the corner of your mouth before standing to your feet as you turned to grab a bikini out of your bag.

leaning over, your ass was still on full display as your pink folds peaked out between your ass cheeks. chris grumbled behind you, slapping your ass as he rubbed the red hand print on your skin out beneath his fingers.

“later you can show me how those lips wrap around my popsicle” he mumbled quietly to the camera, slowly zooming in on your picture perfect core.

“christopher!” you shouted, covering the lens with your hand as he chuckled behind you.

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after hours of swimming in the lake, you all had decided to finally get out and dry off by sunset.

matt and nate had already started a fire in the pit just off of the cabin porch as the rest of you grabbed snacks and drinks out of the cooler, attempting to dry up in the process.

sitting around the fire, you were cuddled next to nick on the benches surrounding the pit with a throw blanket wrapped around the both of your shoulders. chris sat on opposite side of you, wishing it was him instead of nick. the ember and haze of the fire rising between your eye levels as you two continued to steal glances throughout the evening.

for the rest of the night you all partook in traditional campfire activities. stargazing, s’mores, sharing passed down scary stories, and occasionally flinching at the sound of a twig snapping in the distance.

after a couple of hours, you decided to tug your boots on and call it a night. the boys stayed outside and passed a joint around, making them equally giggly as their laughter echoed through the still woods.

making it up to your room, you tugged the damp bikini off of your body and let the somehow still sopping wet material hit the floor. hanging the two piece over the headboard to dry, you wanted to wash off the smoky scent that lingered on your body. luckily, you called dibs on the master bedroom with a bathroom attached so you didn’t have to go too far.

after a much needed warm shower, you wrapped the white bath towel tightly around your body and wiped the condensation off the mirror to brush your hair out.

your attention on the brush in your hand was pulled away at the sound of a thump against your bedroom window. jesus, just what you needed after all those dumb scary stories. slowly peaking out of the bathroom, the noise had stopped altogether. you shook your head and brushed the sound off, continuing to comb through your soaking wet hair.

moments later it began again, tap…tap…tap against the window.

“what the fuck” you muttered to yourself as your heart began to beat faster in your chest. you tried to calm yourself down by the fact that you were on the second floor and there was no way someone could get up there without you hearing, no way.

tensely creeping towards the window, a small rock hit the glass causing you to flinch as your heart sank to your stomach. leaning your palms forward on the window sill, you saw chris looking up at you from the ground outside.

you rolled your eyes and let a sigh out, pulling up the window “you could just come inside, you know, instead of giving me a fucking heart attack.” you teased, sitting on the frame beneath the lace curtains blowing in the breeze as your pulse slowed to a normal pace.

“well, where’s the fun in that?” he whispered loudly so you could hear, a grin tugging at his lips.

“what do you want?” you asked, tossing your wet hair to one side.

“i’ll be up in a little, leave your door unlocked.” he cupped his hands around his mouth so you could hear him from the second floor.

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in the mean time you had slipped into your pajamas, a tiny white tank top and little red dolphin style shorts with white lining.

your hair still wet from the shower, you sat in front of the rustic vanity to begin braiding it before a quiet knock on the door pulled you away from the mirror.

chris slipped in through the door before shutting it quietly and locking it behind his back. he flipped the overhead light off, leaving you two in the shadows of the warm table lamp and the soft glow of the moonlight filtering in through the curtains.

“hey” he whispered, walking up behind you to press a kiss against your neck as you tilted your head to the side, looking at him through the mirror. his skin smelt of campfire smoke and weed.

“where’ve you been, playboy?” you laughed and reached a hand up into his messy hair, combing through his brown locks.

“i had to finish the j and find an excuse to come up here, i told them i’d be back in a little.” he muttered against your cool skin, his kisses making their way down the crook of your neck onto your exposed shoulders.

“speaking of playboys” he whispered, hooking his fingers around the straps of your tank top as you felt goosebumps at the touch. “lets film the happy ending, yeah?”

you let a quiet giggle out, as he tugged at the straps letting them roll of your shoulders. he left you with a kiss before walking back to the bed, sitting on the edge where he was earlier. you pushed your hair behind you and stood up, walking in his direction.

standing between his spread legs once again, he repeated his motions from the afternoon and slipped the pajamas you had off and onto the wood floor.

“naughty boy, been thinking about this all day?” you laughed while pressing a hand against his chest, gently pushing him back on the creaky bed. he pulled himself back up against the metal headboard as you crawled onto his lap, straddling his thighs between yours.

placing his hands on either sides of your thighs, he trailed a hand up your abdomen, taking your sensitive nipple between his thumb and index finger. you felt the hairs on the back of your neck stand at his touch “you’re always so pretty, y’know that?” he whispered, ignoring your question, looking up at you while his fingers lingered over your body.

you nodded at his statement, pushing your hair forward over your perky tits as your nipples poked out through the wet hair that clung to your skin.

you leaned into his chest, pressing your lips against his, as his hands trailed up over your ass, squeezing at your skin between his fingers. the kiss was heated and slow before gradually turning hungry, as your tongues began to fight against each other.

you tugged his shirt up beneath you before he could pull it off over his head, tossing it on the floor as your hand palmed over his cock straining beneath the swim trunks.

you continued to lock lips as your hand teased him over his clothes. grabbing your hips between his hands, he turned you over and pressed your back against the bed in one swift motion.

standing up on his knees between your spread legs, he looked down at you and your pink bundle of nerves, aching for his touch. twiddling with the gold necklace lying against your chest, you tugged your bottom lip between your teeth as he leaned forward to push out saliva building in his mouth, trailing down your already wet folds. you winced at the feeling, slightly letting a quiet groan out as your head rolled back on the pillows.

he reached his hand forward to place on your pubic bone, as he rubbed his thumb out in circles over your sore clit.

your muscles twitched at the feeling, squeezing your eyes shut as you grabbed a handful of the sheets beneath you. chris looked up at you, your clit still under his thumb as a grin pulled at his lips “hm you like that, huh?” he groaned, palming his own pulsating dick while he watched you squirm beneath his touch.

chris quickly leaned over the side of the bed to grab the camcorder from the bag on the floor, opening the viewfinder once again. holding the camera in his hand, he pointed it up at your face currently flustered from the heat.

“time for your close up, movie star” he teased, leaning forward to gently slip two fingers into you as he pumped in and out slowly. curling his fingers upward, he watched as your back arched off the bed and zoomed out to get your whole body in the frame.

moving the camera down, he zoomed in on your pussy, letting a trail of saliva coat it again before rubbing his fingertips against you.

“tell me what you want” he groaned, looking up at you as you could barely speak from the anticipation building in your core.

“y-you, i want you chris” you groaned, now sitting up on your elbows to look up at him behind the camera.

“good girl” he cooed, the curve of his grin twisting father up his face. he shifted behind the camera, pulling his trunks down to reveal his throbbing dick, now the same veiny cherry red shade of the bomb pop.

taking it between his hand, he shifted the camera down to get his cock in the frame as he teasingly rubbed the tip against your soaking folds, both of your groans filling the silence. he continued for a moment, coating himself in your juices before lining himself up with your entrance. slowly pushing himself in, he watched his cock slide inside of you through the viewfinder, bottoming out as your walls wrapped perfectly around him.

“fuuuck” he groaned out, his eyes still on the camera as he used his free hand to push your thigh down farther on the bed. you quietly whimpered at the feeling as you adjusted to his size. the sound of your low moans, cicada hums, and ironically, the echoes of the train horn miles away breezing in through the window permeated the bedroom.

he looked down at you, while thrusting his hips slowly in rhythm. your skin sticking to eachother from the sweat as he zoomed out to get your entire body and his lower half in view.

“fuck, look at you.” he moaned, still pumping as you squeezed around his cock with every stroke. picking up his speed, he pressed his free hand between your lower hips over the slight bulge peeking through as he was in and out of your stomach, now drilling into you.

“you look so fucking perfect, taking my dick like that” chris moaned nearly out of breath, narrating your film with his low husky tone.

you reached above your head to wrap your fingers tightly around the metal headboard, squeezing until your knuckles nearly turned white. the mix of sweat and water had your baby hairs sticking to your skin as you took him. your face scrunching up, eyes closed, in euphoria at the feeling of him hammering into your cervix.

“look at me baby” chris growled as your eyes nearly rolled back in your head, the tightness in your stomach continued to build as he fucked you.

“fuck- chris, keep going” you whined, eyes welling up with tears as you looked at the camera through damp eyelashes.

“just like that pretty girl. i want to see your face when you cum all over me” he thrusted into you harder and faster, as your jaw fell open at the feeling, pornographic moans escaping as he slammed the back of your head into the headboard.

“harder baby” you whined, although you didn’t know how much harder than this it could get. you watched chris’ expression of concentration twist into a smirk “what do you say?” he groaned as the brown curls saturated in sweat began to stick to his forehead. “plea-” you gasped as he fucked the words out of your mouth before you could even finish, not needing to say much more as he evidently proved you wrong.

the tightened feeling in your stomach continued to build as he screwed you before you felt a long final strain rise in your abdomen. “oh my fucking god” you screamed out, your back now arched up off the quilt beneath you with a handful of sheets between your fingers. coating his cock in your white milky cum, you let out a whine as he pulled an orgasm from deep in your stomach, feeling your muscles flutter at the release.

although you had reached your climax, chris continued to thrust in and out, your arousal now lubricating his dick even more. his eyebrows furrowed with concentration, wrapping his hand tightly around your thigh to use as leverage.

“c-chris i can’t” you whined, gathering the strength to sit up on your elbows as you watched him pound in and out between your folds. your face scrunched up and lips parted, letting moans escape through your swollen lips. your stomach tensed at the feeling as your abs clenched, the position you were laying in causing him to hit the deepest part of you cervix, over and over.

“i’m almost there baby, c’mere” he moaned out, reaching up to grab your chin with his hand. he pulled your face towards his, smashing his hot lips against yours for a moment. “ where do you want me?” he groaned against your lips, leaning forward as he pressed his hand into the bed next to you to hold his weight “inside me, playboy” you moaned out, grabbing his face between your hands before reaching your fingers up to his hair to push the wet brown curls brushing over his eyes, out of the way.

he nodded his head, as he continued to thrust inside of you a few more times before his lips parted open against yours. “oh fuck” chris let out a low moan, his stomach and chest twitching as he released before he could stand to his knees once again. his thick, white, cum warming you inside as he filled you up.

he flowed through the motions a couple of more times before finally pulling out, sore at the sensation. he panted out of exhaustion, adjusting the camera between his hands as he shifted the focus down to your pink folds now leaking with his white seed. “jesus” he groaned low, zooming in on your pussy. “look at that” he admired the sight as you let a quiet giggle escape beneath heavy breaths.

he smiled, both of you equally out of breath as he shifted the camera up to your face now flushed a deep pink “there’s my girl” he whispered as you brushed the sweat and flyaways at the crown of your hair.

“come here” you murmured, sitting up to gently pull his chain towards your body. closing the viewfinder, he dropped the camera on the bed side table before falling on top of you. holding himself up with his hands on either sides of your body.

“you’re gonna delete that, right?” you giggled, looking up at him as a smirk played at his lips, shaking his head.

“oh absolutely not, i’d be fucking stupid to ever get rid of that.” he chuckled, leaning forward to press a warm kiss against your lips. “your name’s gonna be in lights after that performance.”

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: okay so this is my first story lmao, please let me know what you think! 🫣 my inbox is open & all interactions are so greatly appreciated. thank you! ⋆˚ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

[sturncrazy]

New Camera 🔥

Matt Sturniolo x y/n (fem)

warnings: SMUUUUUTTT NSFW 18+ (umm lots. use of camera/recording, dom matt, degrading, slapping, language, daddy kink, slight choking, unprotected, creampie, j very rough)

authors note: so this won the vote for which y’all wanted first! ask and u shall receive! this one is FILTHY AND KINKY so if that’s not ur vibe, uve been warned…also side note, i feel like this goes without saying but, i write mostly unprotected… guys pls don’t actually do that. wrap it before u tap it🫶 ok luv u!! enjoy!!

summary: your boyfriend matt gets a new camera before going on tour and decides to experiment with it on you…

word count: 2,270 w

~you look good on camera baby let’s go make a film~

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your phone buzzed on your desk.

“be over in 10 babe ❤️” read a message from matt. you went back to fixing your makeup in the mirror, wanting to look your best for your boyfriends last night home. Matt was about to leave to go on tour tomorrow and it would be a month and a half before you got to see him again. even though you were excited for him, you wanted to make sure it was extra hard for him to leave you. after swiping on some lip gloss, you rummaged through your closet and landed on a thin white tank and flannel shorts. comfy, but still cute and showed just the right amount of skin to hopefully get his attention. your doorbell rang and you ran to answer it.

“hi, beautiful” matt said, pulling you in for a kiss.

“hi” you said smiling at him, the chill from outside hitting your mostly bare skin. he closed the door and walked in. his eyes gave you a once over as he took off his coat.

“you look hot” he smirked

“oh yeah?” you replied coyly, turning to head back down the hall.

“yeah. some shorts” he chuckled out, blatantly checking out your ass.

“what these?” you teased, bending over slightly

“don’t start with me, y/n” matt came up behind you and slapped your ass, playfully but hard. the two of you walked to your room and you flopped on your bed, reaching for the remote to your tv. matt followed and unzipped his backpack, rummaging through it and pulling out a box.

“whatcha got there?”

“bought a new vlog camera for tour!” he answered, excitedly

“wanna see?” he sat down next to you, showing off the new device.

“oooo fancy” you knew nothing about cameras, but pretended to be impressed since matt was so enthusiastic. his fingers whizzed around the buttons.

“it’s got awesome quality and it’s so easy to use” he continued, the machine chirped as he hit the red button and pointed it at your face.

“matttt” you whined, covering your face with your hands.

“what are you being camera shy?” he snickered, standing above you continuing to point the lens at you.

“cmon show me that gorgeous face of yours baby” you huffed, dramatically and lowered your hands looking up at him.

“that’s my pretty girl” he cooed, making a smile toy at the corners of your mouth. you could never say no to him. his eyes flicked over you behind the camera and you tried to read what he was thinking. he licked his lips and backed up, silently, getting a wider view of you in frame. you stayed put on the bed.

“take your top off” he stated, flatly.

“matt-what—?” you nervously laughed out

“did i say it was a question? take your top off” something about the harshness of his tone was so out of character it made your heart race. you reached for the hem of your tank and began to lift it.

“damn, baby” matt growled out, lowering the camera to capture your exposed tits. you breathed heavily, unable to bring yourself to move from your perched position on the edge of your bed. your eyes followed as his hands lowered the camera even further to where you had your hands in your lap.

“now your shorts”

“but—matt—im not wearing any underwear” you stuttered.

“and?”

“well you’re filming i mean i—“

“if you’re gonna be a little slut and not wear your panties then i get to treat you like a little slut. strip.” he interrupted, gruffly. you couldn’t help but notice how insanely hot he sounded being so demanding, and hoped he wouldn’t be able to see your already obvious wetness. you reached for your waistband, standing, never taking your eyes off him as you began to lower your shorts to the floor. you stepped out of them and kicked them aside. nervousness spread goosebumps across your skin as you became aware of how completely exposed you were to matt and his camera. this was unlike anything you’d ever done before.

“good girl” matt praised, dryly.

“you wanna give me a better view of that pretty little ass of yours and bend over the bed for me?” you felt as vulnerable to matt’s commands as the machine in his hands. you slowly turned half way and rested your hands on your bed, lifting your ass into better view for him.

“fuck” he exhaled. you could feel him move closer behind you. he brought a hand sharply down against your flesh. you whimpered.

“so sexy” he growled.

“got me so hard just looking at you baby” you turned your head back to look at him. he laughed, sinisterly.

“what? you wanna see what you’re doing to me, slut? huh?”

you nodded, dumbly. he snickered again.

“course you do. get on your knees for me.” he demanded. you followed every order like a well trained dog. you settled down by his feet and looked back up at him, as he readjusted the lens again.

“mmmm you look so perfect from this angle, babygirl” he praised stroking your face gently, before slapping his hand against your cheek just enough to sting a bit. your jaw dropped slightly in surprise, which matt took as an opportunity to slid his thumb into your mouth. you sucked at his digit and he groaned, watching you before sliding it back out of your mouth creating a popping sound.

“take off my pants” he commanded. you eagerly fumbled with his belt and zipper, hooking your fingers around the waste and and pulling slowly. his already rock hard dick sprung out and slapped his t shirt. your mouth almost watered in desperation at the sight of his veiny, practically throbbing, member.

“open your mouth, baby” he exhaled. you looked up into the camera, doe eyed and parted your lips with your tongue out slightly. he pumped himself with his free hand, the tip of his dick just grazing your lips and tongue and then began to slowly insert himself into your warm wet mouth. he ran his hand down your head, petting your hair, soothingly, as you took him all the way down the back of your throat. fighting the urge to gag at his size.

“such a good girl” matt groaned. his pets reached the base of your skull, then latched harshly into your hair. his grip was tight, as he began to thrust into your mouth. you felt tears form at the corner of your eyes as he forcefully fucked your throat. matt let his grasp on your hair go and slid himself out of your mouth. he grabbed your jaw and forced you to turn your messy face to him, getting a clear shot of the streaks of tears on your cheeks and spit running down your chin.

“get on your hands and knees. i need to feel that pretty little pussy of yours” he huffed, patting your face again. you scrambled to the bed, desperate to feel him fill you up. you’d never felt so much heat screaming from between your legs in your life. you arched your back, letting matt have perfect access to your dripping folds. matt dragged a finger down them, teasing you and eliciting a loud whine from your lips.

“soaking for me already huh, slut?” he mocked. all you could do in response was whimper.

“so pathetic for me” he taunted, pressing two fingers against your entrance.

“matt—please—“ you breathed out in agony

“camera can’t hear you, baby. be a good little slut and beg louder for me.”

“Matt—fuck—-please—i need your dick now—“ you cried out, the need for contact almost eating away at your brain. you screamed as matt rammed into you, entirely, and without warning. the unprepared sensation of stretch caused a pleasurable pain to radiant through you. he groaned, finally feeling your wet pussy around his torturously hard dick. he began to relentlessly pound into you from behind, filling the room with deafening slapping sounds intermixed with your screams and his grunts.

“MATT—“ you cried out, overwhelmed by his intensity, collapsing your face into the pillows beneath you.

“what? ” he wrapped his free hand around a fistful of your hair and yanked your head back up.

“don’t act like you can’t handle my cock now, slut.” he snarled, not letting up on his unwavering rhythm in and out of your core. he slapped your ass again.

“understand?”

“yes matt” you wheezed. he slapped your ass again.

“yes, who?”

“fuckk—yes, daddy” you sobbed out

“good girl” his thrusts hit your g spot each time, making your legs shake and stars form against your tightly squeezed eyelids.

“you wanna show me how much you love my cock, princess?”

“yes, daddy” you hardly could think straight

“bounce that perfect ass on my cock, baby” he said, slowing his thrusts. you obeyed and began to rock your hips back and forth, fucking yourself on his dick.

“good girl. doing such a good job” he sang out, one hand gripping your flesh while the other captured your movement on film. you whimpered again, your hips stuttering.

“you tired, princess?” you nodded and let out another pathetic sound.

“need daddy to take over again?”

“yes—oh fuck—please daddy-“ you managed to mumble out. Matt pulled out of you abruptly, causing you to whine at the loss. you couldn’t move anymore, but the last thing you wanted was for him to stop fucking you. he slapped your ass again

“turn over” he growled

“i wanna see your pretty face when i cum in your pussy” you felt like you could cum from his filthy requests alone. you’d barely even landed on you back before matt slammed back into your throbbing entrance. he struggled to keep his balance momentarily, too desperate to feel you around him again. he kept one hand supporting himself upright and the other still holding the camera, pointed at you as his picked back up his steady thrusts.

“so perfect—look ss-so good—with my cock stuffed inside your little pussy” he huffed out between thrusts

“OH—fuck—yes—your cock feels so good, daddy” you moaned out, helplessly. your eyes rolling back into your head. matt’s free hand wrapped around your throat, constricting your breathing perfectly.

“watch me while i fuck you, slut” he growled.

“yes, daddy” you wheezed out against his tight grip. he removed his hand and you gasped for air. within moments of his dick pounding perfectly back against your sweet spot, you felt your orgasm begin to crest.

“FUCK—IM—“ you panted.

“that’s it—good girl—cum all over daddy’s cock” he ordered. your walls clenched and throbbed around him uncontrollably, causing him to let out a string of curse words. you felt his dick begin to twitch deep inside you.

“ohh-hh-fuck—shit” he stuttered out, his thrusts becoming wilder and less expertise.

“mmm—close—“ he groaned, his jaw dropping slightly.

“mmmm fuck yeah cum inside me, daddy” you whined out, your high still settling.

“shit yeah baby? you want me to fill your little pussy?”

your brows knotted and your nodded your head desperately.

“fuck i’ll fill you up—so full of cum—baby you’ll look—-so perfect—spilling out of you” he huffed

“OH FUCK FUCK BABY IM GONNA CUM” he cried out as his whole body shook. he thrust deep into you one last time, halting as his cock spasmed against your walls. releasing a multitude of spurts of his hot white load. once matt seemed to regain his senses, he clicked the red button again—ending his taping. he pulled out of you slowly, making your legs shake. he glanced down at your trembling sensitive entrance leaking his release in pulses and bit his lip in a satisfied smirk, snapping one last photo of the mess he’d made of you.

“MATT!” you laughed out in embarrassment, shutting your legs and rolling onto your side.

“sorry…i had to. too hot not save” he said, smiling and flopping down next to you.

“are you okay? was that too much?” he asked, pushing your hair out of your face.

“no way. i loved that”

“you swear i wasn’t too rough with you?” he said with worry. you shook your head vigorously

“not at ALL! that was HOT” you replied through a smile. he fought a grin, biting his lip clearly extremely pleased at your enthusiasm.

“so can i ask what inspired the camera?” you questioned.

“well, now on tour i can reminisce what it’s like to fuck my crazy hot girlfriend” he smiled at the ceiling.

“hey!” you slapped his chest playfully “you know you can always facetime me and we cannnnn” you dragged your words out, looking off into the distance above his face in teasing suggestion.

“oh don’t you worry, we’ll have phone sex all the time. this is just for when you can’t call me and i need to…y’know” he glanced down at his crotch.

“jesus, how many times are you planning on jerking off” you teased

“twice a day. minimum.” he matter of factly stated, grinning again.

“MATTHEW!” you scoffed out in shock

“What? not my fault you’re so sexy” he laughed, leaning in to give you a peck on the lips.

“yeah yeah whatever. just NEVER show that to anyone”

“are you kidding me? you think i’d ever let anyone else get a look at you like that? nhhuhh nope.” he shook his head dramatically

“only i get to see how perfect you look getting your brains fucked out” he leaned in, kissing you playfully again. you giggled, feeling a slight blush.

“i love you, you freak” you said against his lips.

“i love you more, baby”

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ok y’all were on to something with wanting this one cause WHY DO I LOVE IT?? rly hope everyone likes it ahhh 🫶🫶

also guys imagine matt accidentally posting the wrong video and posts ur tape instead of a car video?? HAHA

[slxtarchive]

𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 … you’ve never been eaten out and matt’s never tried…so firsts all around

you and matt had been hanging out in your room for the past hour. you had just gotten home and he decided to stay over for a bit.

you were watching a show that had a tiny sex scene in it.

“it cannot be that good.” your jaw was dropped as the actress was screaming.

matt laughed at your comment. “that guys ego is definitely high if he’s getting a reaction like that.

“yeah, like she’s practically screaming and shouting. although, who am i to judge. i wouldn’t know.” you shrugged. “but i mean if she’s screaming that loud at being eaten out, imagine how good the sex is.”

unfortunately that comment you made had matt fantasizing about how it would be to eat a girl out and it was odd because he saw you as the girl.

he was fidgeting with his shorts as he felt himself harden at his thoughts. he decided to try to ignore it until you asked him an interesting question.

“had a girl ever screamed like that when you had given her head? i’m curious.” you popped a popcorn in your mouth.

he hesitated. “u-uhh, i’ve never really…” he didn’t finish his sentence. you gulped.

“really?” you asked in shock. “sorry, i just…i’d just thought that you have.”

“no..have you ever..you know..” he didn’t want to say anything else.

“ever…” you were waiting for him to ask.

“been eaten out.” he blurted. his boner making things worse.

“oh! um no i haven’t. i’ve like imagined it but nope, never happened to me.” the movie was the least of both of your worries now that you were both thinking of the same topic.

matt couldn’t help but imagine how you’d be in that situation. someone’s head in between your thighs ��� preferably his head.

“all quiet now.. have i made things awkward.” you pretended to wince.

“oh, no sorry i was just thinking… i kinda wanna know how to. like how to eat a girl out, it’d be good to have some experience i guess.” he confessed.

“uh huh…” you nodded slowly. “maybe…you can practice? on me.”

his eyes widened at your proposal. “you don’t think it would be a little weird?”

“no, im just gonna tell you what feels good and then we’ll both get what we want! given you make me cum, duh.” you laughed.

keep it cool. you thought.

“are you sure?” matt asked again, not wanting for this to be something you’d regret in the near future.

you nodded and that’s how you got to the position in which you were leaned against the headboard waiting for matt to take your underwear off.

“go ahead.” you reassured him as he toyed with your waistband.

“okay.” he whispered pulling your panties down slowly.

the suspense of the situation had you aroused. you were excited but at the same time nervous. you kept telling yourself, he’s your best friend, it’s okay. he won’t do anything you’re uncomfortable with.

your pussy and matt were face to face. he gulped a little intimated because he wanted to be good at it.

“sooo i just, go right in?” he asked pursing his lips.

“i guess so… maybe idk, foreplay? or wait is this considered foreplay?” you asked confused.

“i don’t- im not sure.” he said, unable to tear his eyes away from your center.

“okay, so maybe like use your fingers first?” you knew it was seconds away from being awkward.

as you were about to just say forget it you felt matt’s finger ghost over your leaky hole. he gathered some of your arousal and lathered it over your clit. he then continued to stimulate your clit. your legs bucked up at the sensation.

“am i doing okay?” he whispered, the only thing illuminating his face was the sunset lamp in the corner of your room.

“y-yeah.” you moaned slightly, as he continued to stimulate you. you looked down at him, his fluffy hair and his beautiful eyes. the sight alone had you wanting to just-

your thoughts couldn’t even complete because you felt matt’s hot tongue on you. you let out a deep breath as you leaned back and closed your eyes at the pleasure.

his tongue flicked over your clit as he looked up at you for reassurance that he was making you feel good. while matt was taking his time, his thoughts were elsewhere enjoying the way you tasted. in seconds he was devouring you, addicted to the way you tasted.

he licked a long stripe over your center pulling your thighs toward him. he sucked on your puffy clit. “r-right there. fuck—” your eyes tightly shut.

“you taste so fucking good…” matt muttered against you. he was consuming you. it was as if he lost all control in himself. he couldn’t get enough. “tell me how good i’m doing.”

you nodded quickly. “you’re doing s-so good.” you threaded your hands through his brunette hair. yes you had fantasized about this situation — not with matt specifically but this situation for sure.

matt’s ego boosted as a spurt of whimpers escaped you as he entered his middle finger in you. he pumped it in and out whilst continuing his previous work on your clit. he had been doing so good, you were on the verge of cumming.

matt could tell too — by the way your thighs were starting to close around his head and shake. he didn’t know how he had lived without the taste of you on his tongue. he didn’t ever want to stop. he wanted to do this everyday of his life.

you tried to blurt out the words but you struggled; sensitive to how fast he was flicking your clit. he looked up to see your struggle and grinned against you.

“go on, cum on my tongue. i wanna taste it.” he begged. matt needed to taste you. he enjoyed seeing you writhing underneath him. the way you were struggling to grapple onto reality.

you nodded finally feeling your body seize up as your orgasm washed over you like a big wave. you were tugging on matt’s hair trying to get him away from your sensitive pussy but your orgasm made him want to push you further.

you had begun to feel so sensitive you tried to push his head away as much as you could while whining. “f-fuck — sensitive matt.” you begged and he finally pulled away.

your chest was heaving up and down. you had started to slow your breathing and opened your eyes. matt with your shiny substance drooled and covering his mouth and chin. he had a smug grin on his face symbolizing he was definitely pleased with himself.

“please tell me you’ll let me do that again.” he licked his lips.

you took another deep breath and combed through his hair with your hand. “how could i not?”

© slxtarchive

[bamsara]

Hello! I was wondering what company you use for your sticker sheets? I bough one from your Ko-Fi shop and really like the quality, and the pricing you were able to sell at is waaaaaay more reasonable compared to any of the companies I've seen and used myself. Is it a POD company, or a mass purchase of them to sell on your own?

Thank you for your time if you're able to respond!

I'm really glad you like the quality, because I actually make them by hand at home! (Please forgive the lighting, my bedroom is my office lmao.)

I don't use a company (and Idk what a POD company is sorry!) but making them at home gives a lot more freedom of stock, just be wary it can be very time consuming depending on how many you need to make.

I've had other people ask before, so here's a rundown of how I make my stickers at home: At most you'll need:

Printer

Sticker paper (this is the type that I use)

Laminator and lamination paper (the lamination paper that I use.) You can also use adhesive non-heat lamination paper if you don't have a laminator, gives you the same result, just be careful of bubbles. You will get double your worth out of a pack because we are splitting the pouches to cover two sticker sheets.

Your choice of a sticker cutting machine or just using scissors.

First, I use Cricut's software to print out the sticker sheet with the guidelines around the corners so the machine can read it. If you do NOT have a Cricut machine, open up your art program, make a canvas of 2550x3300 and fill it up with your sticker design with some cutting space between them. This the 8.5x11 size for the sticker page.

I usually have bleed selected so the cut comes out cleaner. Tip for non-Cricut users below: Increase the border around your sticker design to fake the 'bleed' effect for a cleaner cut.

These are the print settings I use for my printer. I use the 'use system dialogue' to make sure I can adjust the settings otherwise it prints out low quality by default. Make sure if you're using the above paper that you have 'matte' selected, and 'best quality' selected, these aren't usually selected by default.

So you have your sticker sheet printed! Next is the lamination part. I use a hot laminator that was gifted to me, but there is no-heat types of lamination you can peel and stick on yourself if that's not an option.

(This is for protection and makes the colors pop, but if you prefer your stickers matte, you can skip to the cutting process.)

Important for Cricut users or those planning to get a Cricut: You're going to cut the lamination page to cover the stickers while also not covering the guidelines in the corners. First, take your lamination page and lay it over the sheet, take marker/pen and mark were the edges of your stickers are, and cut off the excess:

(I save the scrap to use for smaller stickers or bonuses later on)

After you've cut out your lamination rectangle, separate the two layers and lay one down on your sticker sheet over your stickers with matte side down, shiny side up. (Save the other sheet for another sticker page)

The gloss of the lamination will prevent the machine from reading the guidelines, so be careful not to lay it over them. It also helps to cut the corners afterwards to prevent accidentally interfering with the guidelines.

Now put that bad boy in the laminator! (Or self seal if you are using non-heat adhesive lamination)

Congrats! You now have a laminated page full of stickers.

For non-cricut/folks cutting them out by hand: this is the part where you start going ham on the page with scisscors. Have fun~

Cutting machine: I put the page on a cutting mat and keep it aligned in the corner, and feed it into the machine. For laminated pages I go between 'cardstock' and 'poster board' so that it cuts all the way through without any issues, but for non-laminated pages or thinner pages, I stick for 'vinyl' and 'light card stock'. Kinda test around.

Now I smash that go button:

You have a sticker now!

The pros of making stickers at home is that you save some cost, and you have more control of your stock and how soon you can make new designs. (I can't really afford to factory produce my stickers anyway)

However, this can be a very time consuming, tedious process especially if you have to make a lot of them. There is also a LOT chance for some errors (misprints, miscuts, lamination bubbles, ect) that will leave you with B-grade or otherwise not-so-perfect or damaged stickers. (Little note, if you have page mess up in printing and can't be fed into the cricut machine, you can still laminate it and cut it out by hand too.)

I have to do a lot of sticker cutting by hand, so if you don't have a cricut don't stress too much about it. I have an entire drawer filled to the top of miscuts/misprints. I keep them because I don't want to be wasteful, so maybe one day they'll find another home. Sucks for my hand though.

But yeah! This is how I make my stickers at home! Hope this is helpful to anyone curious

[gilbertscurls]

Closer ➵ Matt Sturniolo

warnings: SMUT, softdom!matt, unprotected p in v, fingering, pet names (babe, sweetheart)

synopsis: you and matt head to the grocery store for what should be a routine shopping trip. however, you have other plans as you take every opportunity to tease matt.

The fluorescent lights of the grocery store buzzed overhead as Matt pushed the cart down the narrow aisle, his eyes scanning the shelves for the next item on their list. Behind him, you walked with an easy stride, a mischievous grin curling on your lips as you plucked random items off the shelves and tossed them into the cart.

“Do we really need three different kinds of chips?” Matt raised an eyebrow as he glanced over his shoulder.

You sidled up next to him, your fingers lightly trailing down his arm as you leaned in close. “Oh, definitely. It’s called variety, babe. You never know what kind of mood we’ll be in.”

He chuckled, shaking his head as he tried to focus on the task at hand. But you weren’t making it easy. Every few steps, you would do something—tugging at the hem of his shirt, bumping your hip against his, or whispering a playful comment just to see him squirm.

“What about this?” you asked, your voice feigning innocence as you held up a bottle of hot sauce, wiggling it in front of his face. “You like things spicy, right?”

Matt shot you a sideways glance, catching the gleam in your eye. “You’re not talking about food, are you?”

Your laughter rang through the aisle, soft and teasing. “I might be. Or maybe I just like seeing you blush.”

He felt his cheeks warm, but he played it off with a smile. “You’re trouble, you know that?”

“Oh, I know,” you purred, trailing a finger along his shoulder as you moved to the next aisle. “But you love it.”

Matt’s heart raced as you sauntered ahead, throwing him one last smirk over your shoulder before disappearing around the corner. He gripped the handle of the cart a little tighter, wondering how a simple trip to the grocery store had turned into such a delightful game of cat and mouse.

And as much as he tried to keep his cool, he knew he was already losing.

He moved closer to you and leaned down, his lips brushing against your ear as he spoke, his voice a low, intimate murmur.

“You know what I can't wait for?” he asked, a hint of mischief in his tone.

He let his lips skim along your jawline, planting a trail of soft kisses along your skin until he reached your ear once more. He lingered there for a moment, his breath hot against your ear as he spoke in a low, husky voice.

“I can't wait to see what you're wearing when we get home,” he whispered, his hand on your waist gently caressing the edge of your skirt.

You hesitated, choosing to playfully provoke him. “What if I'm not wearing anything underneath?” you murmured.

Matt's eyes darkened at your words, a sharp intake of air escaping his lips at the thought.

He leaned down, his lips brushing against your ear once more as he responded in a low, gravelly voice. “Then I will be ripping that skirt off you the second we walk through the door. And not a damn thing will stop me.”

You giggled. “I was just joking.”

Matt let out a low growl, his hand gripping your waist a little tighter, his body's reaction to your words unmistakable.

“You better be,” he warned in a low voice. “Because if you truly weren't wearing anything else underneath, we'd be in a whole lot of trouble right now.”

He let go of your waist, but not before giving you a firm pat on the butt, a subtle hint of his desire for you.

“I'm wearing something a lot better.” You smiled widely at him before walking away to another aisle.

Matt's eyes followed you as you walked away, his mind reeling from your words. He could feel his body growing even more aroused, his mind spinning with images of what you could possibly be wearing underneath your innocent-looking skirt.

He took a deep breath, trying to compose himself, before pushing the shopping cart after you, his eyes unable to leave your body.

As you continued your shopping, Matt found it increasingly difficult to focus on anything other than the thought of what you were hiding under your clothes. Every time you bent down to pick something up or reached for something on the top shelf, his eyes would drift lower, trying to catch a glimpse of what you were wearing.

He tried to distract himself by focusing on the groceries, but his thoughts kept drifting back to you, his body tense with unfulfilled desire.

Finally, you had collected all the items on your list and were waiting in the checkout line. The wait felt excruciatingly long for Matt, each passing minute only increasing his impatience. He found himself constantly stealing glances at you, his eyes roaming over your body, trying to see through your clothes.

He shifted his stance, trying to discreetly adjust his now tightening jeans. He needed to get you home quickly, before his desire fully overcame him.

As soon as you had paid for the groceries and packed them into bags, Matt quickly ushered you out of the store, his body thrumming with urgency. He put the bags in the trunk and got into the car, his heart racing as he sat next to you.

The drive home was a challenge. He kept shifting in his seat, his pants uncomfortable and his body taut with need. He wanted to touch you, to feel your skin under his fingers, but he had to keep his focus on the road.

You glanced at him, giggling. “Wow, you're acting like a hormonal teenager.”

Matt groaned at your comment, his hands clenching the steering wheel a little tighter.

“Yeah, well, you're not helping the situation,” he grumbled, his voice hoarse with desire. “Walking around in that skirt, teasing me with what's underneath. It's like you're torturing me on purpose.”

You giggled, raising your hands in mock surrender.

Matt let out another frustrated sigh, his grip on the wheel nearly white. He glanced over at you, seeing you giggling and raising your hands in surrender, only making things even worse.

“You are so going to pay for this once we're home,” he growled, his voice low and husky.

“You wanna punish me?” You shot him an innocent look.

Matt's eyes darkened at your innocent look, his imagination running wild at your words. He shifted in his seat, his pants getting increasingly uncomfortable as he thought of all the things he wanted to do to you.

“Oh, sweetheart,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire. “You have no idea just how much I want to punish you right now.”

The rest of the drive home was a torturous test of his willpower. He couldn't focus on anything but the thoughts of what he wanted to do to you, the images flooding his mind. He felt like he was going to explode from the tension building up inside of him.

Finally, you pulled into the driveway, and he quickly parked the car. He practically leaped out of the driver's seat, his movements urgent as he went to open your door for you.

Matt had to bite back a growl of frustration as he watched you taking your time to gather the groceries. He wanted to carry you into the house, to pick you up, and throw you onto the bed immediately.

“Come on,” he grumbled, his impatience evident in his voice. “Hurry up, baby. I need you now.”

“You can always help, and it'll be faster,” you mumbled.

Matt let out a huff, realizing you were right. He quickly took the remaining groceries from you, balancing all the bags in his arms.

He followed you to the house, his eyes glued to the way your skirt swayed as you walked. He ached to touch you, to feel your skin under his hands, but he had to wait just a little bit longer.

As you entered the house, Matt practically slammed the door shut behind them, dropping the groceries on the floor without a care.

He turned to you, his eyes dark with desire, his chest rising and falling rapidly with every shallow breath.

“That's it,” he murmured, his voice low and hoarse. “It's time for your punishment, sweetheart.”

Matt let out a low, guttural moan as you jumped into his arms, wrapping your legs around him. The feel of your body pressed against his, your legs around his waist, was almost enough to drive him over the edge.

“You think this is a game, huh?” he growled, his hands coming to hold you firmly by your thighs. “You think you can tease me all day and expect me not to do something about it?”

He started walking them towards the bedroom, his steps purposeful and determined. He could feel your body shifting against his, your chest pressed against his, your arms around his shoulders, and it only fueled his desire.

He kicked open the bedroom door and carried you inside, laying you down on the bed, his body covering yours as he pressed you into the mattress.

His hands started roaming over your body, tracing every curve and contour, his fingers skimming over your skin with an almost possessive touch. He leaned down, his mouth finding the soft spot beneath your ear, his breath hot against your skin as he whispered, “You've been such a naughty girl, baby. And naughty girls get punished.”

His mouth moved lower, trailing kisses along your neck, nipping and sucking on your sensitive skin, leaving a trail of love bites on your throat. One of his hands roamed up your thigh, pushing your skirt higher, his fingers tracing circles on your skin, making you shiver with anticipation.

Matt's eyes darkened as he caught sight of the lacy white panties you were wearing, the sight making his breath catch in his throat. His body tensed, his fingers gripping your thigh tighter as he took in the sight in front of him.

“You are unbelievable,” he murmured, his voice shaky with desire. “You've been driving me crazy all day, and now this?”

He moved his body back slightly, settling between your legs, his hands gripping your thighs. He looked down at you, his eyes roaming over your body, taking in every inch of your exposed skin.

“Is this what you were hiding under that skirt?” he asked, his voice rough with need. “You wanted to see how long you could tease me before I lost control?”

“Maybe.” You smirked, looking down at him.

Matt let out a low growl, your smirk only fueling the fire burning within him even more. He could feel the last threads of his control slipping away, his body taking over as the primal need to possess you took over all rational thought.

“You're playing with fire, baby,” he warned, his voice low. “One more tease from you, and I won't be able to hold back anymore.”

You bit your lip. “And what if I don't want you to hold back?”

Matt's eyes darkened even more, his body responding to your words with immediate, primal need. He leaned down, his face just inches from yours.

“Then you're in for a long, long night, sweetheart,” he murmured, his voice gravelly with unbridled desire. “Because I'm not stopping until you're screaming my name.”

With that, his mouth captured yours in a hard, possessive kiss. There was no trace of tenderness in it, only raw, passionate need. His tongue slipped past your lips, his hands moving to grasp your wrists and pin them above your head.

He leaned his body against yours, his weight keeping you pinned to the bed, his body pressing hard against you. His lips continued to move roughly against yours, his tongue exploring every inch of your mouth, tasting and claiming you. His hips moved instinctively, rolling against you, his need for you palpable in every movement he made.

He broke the kiss, his lips moving down to your neck, his tongue and teeth grazing over your sensitive skin. He could feel your body arching against his, your moans and gasps filling the room as he continued his assault on your senses.

He released your wrists from his grip, letting his hands roam over your body. He slid one hand up your waist, under the hem of your shirt, his fingers tracing patterns over your bare skin. His other hand moved lower, gripping your thigh and wrapping your leg around him, pulling you even closer against him.

Matt groaned at the feel of your leg wrapping tighter around him, his body reacting instinctively to the move. He pressed himself against you, every inch of him burning with need, his control slipping further and further with each passing second.

“You drive me crazy, sweetheart,” he murmured, his lips moving down to the sensitive spot just below your ear. “You drive me absolutely crazy.”

“Matt…” you whimpered, trying to pull him even closer.

Matt let out another low growl, your words and your actions only fueling his desire even more. He could feel the last threads of his restraint snapping, his body taking over as the primal need to possess you fully consumed him.

“You say my name like that again, sweetheart, and it's all over,” he warned, his voice hoarse with need.

“Matt,” you groaned breathlessly.

Matt's mind went blank at the sound of his name on your lips, the plea in your voice sending a fresh wave of possessive need through him. He could feel the last remnants of his self-control slipping away, his body and mind fully in control now.

“You asked for it,” he ground out, his voice rough with desire. “Now you're going to get it, baby.”

He rolled his hips against you, his body pressing you hard into the mattress. His hands moved to the hem of your shirt, and without warning, he ripped it open, buttons flying everywhere. He moved down your body, his mouth trailing kisses down your stomach until he reached your skirt.

His fingers nimbly unbuttoned your skirt, pulling it down your legs and tossing it aside. He took a moment to take you in, his eyes roaming over your body, exposed and vulnerable in front of him. He could feel his body tense in response, his need for you almost painful now.

The sight of you in the lacy white lingerie was enough to make Matt's mind go completely blank for a moment. He couldn't breathe, couldn't think, all he could do was stare at you in awe.

“You are unreal,” he managed to say, his voice low and gravelly. “You are absolutely unreal, sweetheart.”

He ran his hands over your body, tracing the lace of your lingerie, his touch gentle but possessive.

“You're driving me absolutely crazy,” he murmured, his hands slowly moving lower, his fingers lightly tracing the edge of your underwear, his touch light but filled with a promise of something more.

Your hands landed on his shoulders, gently tugging at the fabric of his shirt. Matt took the hint and quickly shrugged off his shirt, tossing it to the floor. He didn't want any barriers between them, and he wanted to feel your skin against his. He leaned back down, his body pressed against yours, and he let out a low moan at the feel of your skin against his bare chest.

He captured your mouth in another hard, passionate kiss, his tongue slipping past your lips, tasting and claiming you. His hands roamed over your body, his touch both soft and possessive at the same time. He could feel your body responding to his touch, arching against him, your skin flushed and warm to the touch.

He broke the kiss, his lips moving down to your neck, his tongue tracing a trail down to your collarbone. He nipped at your skin, his teeth grazing over your sensitive flesh, his touch leaving a trail of love bites in its path.

“I need you,” you whimpered.

Matt's body shuddered at your words, the raw need in your voice nearly breaking him. He wanted you just as much, probably even more, and your words only fueled the fire burning inside him.

“I need you too, baby,” he murmured, his voice hoarse with desire. “I need you so bad, it's killing me.”

He leaned down, his lips trailing kisses down your chest, his tongue and teeth teasing your sensitive skin. He continued lower, moving down your stomach, stopping just above the edge of your lace underwear.

His fingers traced the lace, and he could feel the heat radiating from your body. He wanted to take you right here and now, to give in to the primal need that was consuming him. But he also wanted to tease you, to make you beg for it.

He glanced up at you, his eyes locking with yours. He could see the desire in your gaze, the need written all over your face. He smirked, a small, wicked smile playing on his lips.

“You want me, baby?” he asked, his voice low and rough. “You want me to touch you?”

“Please,” you whined.

Matt's smirk grew at your whimper, his body aching to just give in and take you. But he wanted to hear you say it, he wanted you to beg for it.

“Please what, sweetheart?” he murmured, his fingers still tracing the edge of your underwear. “You're going to have to tell me exactly what you want.”

Youlet out a frustrated whimper, your body on fire with need, your mind a fuzz of pure desire.

“I want you,” you managed to say, your voice shaking. “I want you to touch me, Matt. I need you to touch me.”

Matt's eyes darkened at your words, the hunger in your voice making his body tense with need. He couldn't hold back any longer, not with you begging for him like this. He moved his hand lower, his fingers sliding underneath the lace of your underwear, and he heard your gasp as he touched you.

He felt your body arch against his hand, your skin warm and damp to the touch, and he let out a low, rough groan at the feel of you. He wanted you so bad, he was going to lose his mind if he didn't have you right now. But he still wanted to hear you, he wanted you to tell him exactly what you wanted.

“Tell me what you want, baby,” he murmured, his fingers slowly teasing you. “What do you want me to do?”

You squeezed your thighs around his hand, your breath coming in ragged gasps. “Need… Need your fingers…”

Matt let out a low moan as your thighs squeezed around his hand, and he couldn't think straight anymore. All he wanted was to give you what you needed, to make you feel good.

“You want my fingers, baby?” he asked, his voice hoarse. “You want me to use my fingers on you?”

You nodded desperately, your body arching against him again, your need obvious in your every move.

“Please,” you begged. “Please, Matt, I need your fingers.”

Matt's self-control was almost gone, your words and your body driving him insane. He couldn't hold back any longer, he wanted you to feel pleasure like you'd never felt before.

“Don't worry, sweetheart,” he murmured, his fingers moving slowly, teasing you. “I'm going to give you exactly what you need.”

Then, without a warning, he slipped two fingers inside of you, making you moan loudly. The sound of your moan was music to his ears, and it only fueled the fire burning within him. He moved his fingers slowly at first, wanting to savor the moment, wanting to make you feel all the pleasure he could give.

He leaned down and captured your mouth in a hard, passionate kiss, his tongue dueling with yours as his fingers continued to move inside you. Your moans were like music to his ears, they made his cock harden even more.

He broke the kiss, his lips moving down to your neck, his teeth gently nipping at your skin as he continued to move his fingers inside you. He could feel your body arching against him, your hands grabbing his arms.

“F-Fuck, Matt…” you moaned, your voice more high-pitched than usual.

The sound of your voice, your words, your moans… All of it was making him feel crazed. He could feel his control slipping away, his body and mind completely consumed by the need to make you feel good.

“Yeah, baby?” he purred, his fingers still moving inside you. “You want more?”

“Please…”

Matt couldn't resist your pleading voice, and he was lost in the moment. He leaned down, nuzzling your neck with his nose.

“Don't worry, sweetheart,” he murmured, his fingers moving faster. “I'm going to give you everything you want and more.”

Your mind was a mess, your body on fire with need. You could feel Matt's fingers inside you, bringing you closer and closer to the edge. It was all so overwhelming, all so good. You could barely form a coherent thought, the pleasure building up inside you so intense you felt like you were going to explode.

You needed more. You needed everything he could give you.

You arched your body against him, your hands gripping at his arms, your fingers digging into his skin.

“Matt… Please…” You couldn't even articulate your thoughts, but he knew exactly what you needed. He could see it in your face, in your body language.

He leaned down, hovering over you, his fingers still moving inside you.

“You want me to make you come, sweetheart?” He asked, his voice low and hoarse. “Is that what you want?”

You nodded desperately, your body trembling with need. You couldn't form words, all you could do was nod and let out a moan of agreement.

He smiled down at you, his eyes dark and full of lust. He was enjoying this, enjoying the pleasure he was bringing you.

“Don't worry, baby. I'm going to make you feel so good.”

He moved his fingers faster, adding a third one, making you gasp. He could see the pleasure on your face, he could feel your body quivering with need. He leaned down, his lips whispering into your ear.

“Let go, sweetheart. I'll take care of you.”

His fingers moved faster, his thumb tracing lazy circles over your clit, making you arch against him.

“I want you to come for me, baby,” he whispered, his voice hoarse. “Come for me, sweetheart.”

He was completely entranced by you, completely focused on giving you pleasure. He could see the pleasure building up inside you, he could feel your body trembling under his touch. He wanted you to feel all the pleasure he could give.

You were so close to the edge, so close to the release you needed so badly. His fingers inside you, the pressure of his thumb, his voice in your ear, it was all driving you insane.

You couldn't think, you couldn't speak. All you could do was feel. Feeling him, feeling the pleasure building up inside you, feeling the need for release.

You let out a low, ragged moan, your body arching against him, your hands gripping at his arms.

“Oh God, Matt,” you managed to gasp. “Please… Please don't stop!”

He would never stop, not when you looked like this, not when you needed him like this. He continued to move his fingers inside you, picking up the pace, and listening to your moans and gasps.

“I won't stop, sweetheart,” he murmured, his voice low and thick with desire.

He leaned down, kissing your neck, his tongue tracing a path down your collarbone.

“You're so beautiful like this,” he whispered, “so sexy and gorgeous. I love making you feel good.”

He could feel your body trembling under his touch, he could hear your moans getting louder and more intense. He knew you were close, he knew you were on the edge.

“You're so close, baby,” he murmured, his fingers still moving inside you. “I can feel it. Come for me.”

The words seemed to send you over the edge, your body arching against him, your mind going blank with pleasure. Waves of ecstasy crashed over you as you came, letting out a low, ragged moan, your body convulsing.

Matt watched you shatter under his touch, a wave of pleasure and satisfaction washing over you. He loved seeing you like this, completely undone and satisfied.

He slowly withdrew his fingers, bringing them to his mouth, licking them clean, savoring the taste of you. He leaned down, capturing your mouth in a soft, affectionate kiss. You moaned against his lips, tasting yourself on them. He smiled against your lips, pulling back just enough to speak.

“You taste so good,” he murmured, his voice low and hoarse. “So sweet and perfect.”

He nuzzled your neck with his nose, his hands rubbing gently at your sides, trying to bring you back down to earth after your intense climax.

He pulled you closer to him, wrapping his arms around you, and holding you against his chest. His body was still burning with desire, but he could wait. He wanted to give you a moment to recover, to bask in the afterglow of pleasure he just gave you.

“You okay, sweetheart?” he asked, his voice soft and low. “Feel good?”

Your mind was still fuzzy from the aftermath of pleasure, but you managed to find your voice.

“Yeah… Yeah, I'm okay,” you said, your voice a bit raspy from all the moaning you'd been doing. “Better than okay, actually. That was… Wow.”

Matt chuckled softly, feeling a wave of pride and satisfaction wash over him. He loved knowing that he had the power to make you feel this good, to make you feel this happy.

“You liked that, huh?” he asked, a smirk playing at the corner of his mouth.

You nodded, burying your face in his chest, feeling a bit shy and vulnerable suddenly. You always felt a bit like that after you had been intimate, like you had bared your soul completely to him. He could sense your shyness, and he held you a bit tighter, his arms wrapping around you like a protective cocoon.

“Don't be shy, baby,” he whispered, his lips brushing against your unruly hair. “There's nothing to be embarrassed about. You were incredible.”

He traced lazy patterns on your skin with his fingertips, trying to soothe you gently. He knew you sometimes needed a moment to recover after you were intimate like this, and he was always more than happy to give you that time.

After a few moments of comfortable silence, he finally spoke up, his voice soft yet a bit mischievous.

“You know what?”

You stirred a bit, lifting your head from his chest to look up at him. You were curious to hear what he had to say, your eyes still a bit unfocused and hazy from pleasure. He traced a finger along your jawline, his eyes locked on yours, a smirk still playing at the corners of his mouth.

“I think we should do that again… But maybe this time, it's my turn.”

Your eyes widened a bit at his words, a mix of surprise and excitement rushing through you. You weren’t sure if you could handle that right this second, your body still sensitive from their recent activity, but at the same time, you were very interested in the suggestion.

He could see the mixture of emotions in your eyes, and he chuckled softly, a sound full of affectionate mocking.

“Don't worry, sweetheart,” he reassured you, his voice low and gentle. “I won't be too rough on you. Unless you want me to be, of course.”

You swallowed hard, your heart rate picking up in anticipation. The thought of letting him take control, of letting him do whatever he wanted to you… It was both thrilling and a bit intimidating.

He leaned in closer to you, his lips brushing against your ear, his breath sending shivers down your spine.

“Just say the word, sweetheart,” he whispered, his voice growing huskier by the second. “One word, and I'll stop. But if you want me to continue… I'll make you feel things you've never felt before.”

Your breath hitched at his words, your body reacting immediately, your skin tingling with anticipation. You knew you shouldn't just give in, but at the same time, you wanted it so badly, you couldn't deny it. You looked up at him, your eyes full of desire, and you whispered a single word:

“Continue.”

His eyes darkened at your response, a predatory look on his face as he smiled wickedly. He had you completely coiled around his finger, and he knew it.

“Good girl,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire. “Lie back.”

You obeyed, your body responding to his command with a shiver. You lay back against the pillows, your eyes still locked on his, your breath coming in shorter gasps as your heart pounded in your chest.

He hovered over you, taking a moment to admire you. You were so beautiful like this, completely vulnerable and at his mercy. He reached up, touching your face gently.

“I'm going to take good care of you, sweetheart,” he reassured you. “Just relax and let me do all the work.”

You nodded, trusting him completely. Your heart was racing, your body shivering as he began to kiss down your neck, slowly moving down the length of your body, his hands tracing patterns on your skin, his tongue and lips leaving a trail of fire in their wake.

He took his time, savoring every moment, every gasp and moan that escaped your lips. He loved the way your body responded to his touch, the way your skin flushed with desire and your muscles trembled with anticipation. He wanted you to feel every bit of pleasure he had to offer, to be completely lost in the sensations he was creating within you.

His mouth continued to move down, his lips trailing over your collarbone, your breasts, your stomach, his hands roaming over your body, his touch growing more firm, more possessive. His name spilled from your lips in a ragged gasp as his tongue traced a path over your abdomen, his breath hot against your skin.

He smirked at the sound of his name on your lips, loving the way it sounded, the way it drove him wild. He moved lower, his lips teasing the sensitive skin near your hip, his hands gripping your hips, his fingers digging in slightly as he pulled you closer.

You arched into him, your hands gripping at the sheets beneath you, your body begging for more. Every touch, every kiss was like electricity, igniting a fire within you that grew hotter and hotter with each passing moment.

He was on the verge of losing control, his own body burning with desire.

“I need you,” he groaned, lifting his head to look at you. “Now. Right now.”

Your eyes met his, your body trembling with anticipation. You were more than ready for him, aching for his touch, craving the release only he could give you.

“Yes,” you breathed. “Please, Matt. Take me.”

He didn't need any more encouragement than that. He moved over you, positioning himself between your legs, his body pressed flush against yours. His lips crashed against yours in a deep, passionate kiss, his tongue delving into your mouth, tasting you, claiming you. He couldn't get enough of you, he needed you like he needed air to breathe.

His hands skimmed over your body, his touch growing rougher, more desperate. He didn't want to be gentle, he wanted to consume you, to mark you as his own. He groaned against your lips, his body quivering as he fought to control himself.

He reached down, his hands grabbing your hips, his fingers digging into your skin. He lifted you, angling your body to just the right position. He could feel your wetness against him, and it was driving him insane. He couldn't wait any longer, he needed to be inside you.

He broke the kiss, looking down at you with a wild, feral look in his eyes. He didn't say anything, he just waited for you to meet his gaze, to see the heat and desire in his eyes. He wanted you to know exactly what he was about to do, and he wanted you to want it just as badly as he did.

You met his gaze, your own eyes darkening with equal parts desire and anticipation. You nodded silently, a wordless signal that you were ready, that you wanted this just as much as he did. You lifted your hips towards him, silently begging for more.

He could see the desperation in your eyes, the silent plea for him to give you what you needed. And he was more than happy to oblige. With a low growl, he pushed into you, filling you completely, his body shuddering at the sensation. His eyes shut tight as he paused, savoring the moment.

You threw your head back with a loud groan, your hands resting on his back, and digging your nails into his skin.

He savored the sting of your nails and the way your body responded to his. He felt a shiver run down his spine as you dug your nails into his skin, the pain mixed with pleasure only adding to the overwhelming sensations he was feeling.

“You feel so good,” he murmured, his voice thick with lust, his body still poised above yours, “so damn good.”

He leaned down, his lips finding your neck, his tongue tracing a path along your collarbone. His body trembled against yours, his muscles tensing as he tried to hold onto his control. But it was so difficult, so hard to hold back when you felt so good, when you made those sounds, those perfect little sounds that drove him wild.

“You can move,” you whispered breathlessly, your eyes closed in pleasure.

His heart skipped a beat at your words, his breath catching in his throat. He had been waiting for your okay, holding himself back, waiting until he knew you were ready. And now that you had given him permission, he was more than ready to oblige.

“You sure?” he asked, his voice low and husky, his body pressing against yours harder, seeking more contact, more friction.

You nodded, your eyes opening to look at him, your body arching up against his, your hips pressing up into his, silently urging him forward.

“Please,” you pleaded, your voice shaking just slightly, “I need you. Move. Now.”

He swallowed hard at the desperation in your voice, his body responding immediately to the sound. He couldn't deny you, not when you were begging him like that. With a deep breath, he began to move, his hips rocking against yours, his body finding a rhythm, pressing into you with deep, measured thrusts.

His lips found your skin again, his mouth hungrily kissing and biting at your neck, your collarbone, your shoulder. His hands roamed over your body, grabbing and holding you tightly, his every touch possessive, claiming you as his own. He couldn't get enough of you, he needed to touch you everywhere, to mark you as his, to make sure you knew you were his and only his.

You writhed beneath him, your body meeting his every movement, your hands roaming over his back, your nails scratching along his skin, leaving trails of fire in their wake. You were completely lost in the sensations he was creating within you, your mind hazy with pleasure, your body consumed by the intensity of it all.

He picked up the pace, his thrusts growing faster, more frantic. He was losing himself in the moment, lost in you, lost in the feel of your body against his, the way you reacted to every touch, every movement. He wanted this to last forever, but he knew he couldn't hold on for long.

He leaned down, his mouth finding yours, his tongue slipping into your mouth, tasting you, claiming you. His hands tangled in your hair, holding you tight, his fingers digging into the soft strands. He couldn't get enough of you, he would never get enough of you. You were everything to him, his best friend, his love, and he wanted to show you how much you meant to him.

He angled his hips, changing the angle of his thrusts, seeking out the spot that would make you scream his name. He knew your body so well, he knew exactly where to touch you, where to kiss you, how to make you lose control. He wanted to hear his name on your lips, to know that he was the only one who could make you feel this way.

“Oh fuck!” you moaned loudly. “Matt…”

He loved the way his name sounded coming from your lips, especially when you spoke so breathlessly like that. He felt a surge of heat in his stomach at the sound of it, and he was determined to make you say it again, over and over.

“Yeah?” he murmured, nipping at your earlobe, his voice low and husky, "You like that, baby? You like how I make you feel?"

You could barely form a coherent thought, let alone a full sentence. Your mind was consumed with nothing but the overwhelming pleasure he was giving you, the way his body was making you feel.

“Y-yes,” you managed to gasp out, your eyes closed in ecstasy, “I love it. You feel so good, baby. Don't stop. Please, don't stop.”

He smiled against your skin, loving the way you responded to him, the way you begged for more. He had you right where he wanted you, completely at his mercy. He picked up the pace again, his breaths coming in ragged gasps as he sought to give them both the release you both desperately needed.

He reached down, his hand moving between your legs, his fingers seeking out that sensitive bundle of nerves. He knew just how to touch you, just how to make you scream, and he wanted to hear it again, louder this time.

You gasped loudly, your body arching up towards his, your back lifting off the bed. The touch of his fingers against you was too much, it was driving you wild. You couldn't handle it, you were right on the edge, but you couldn't quite tip over.

“Matt,” you whimpered, your voice shaking with desire, “I'm so close. Please.”

He could hear the desperation in your voice, he knew you were right there, right on the edge. He loved knowing that he was the one making you feel like this, that he was the one who had you completely at his mercy. He continued to move his fingers against you, harder this time, his mouth finding your neck, his lips and tongue working quickly, leaving a trail of kisses.

He wanted you to let go, he wanted you to let go and give in to the pleasure. He was right there with you, his own body burning with need, but he couldn't let himself go yet, not until you did first.

He kept going, his fingers continuing their relentless rhythm, his breaths coming in short gasps, his body shaking with effort. He was close, so close, but he held on, he focused on you, on the way you responded to his touch, on the sounds you made, the way you said his name.

“Let go for me, baby,” he murmured against your skin, his voice low and rough, “Let go. Give it to me. I want to see you. I want to feel you. Come on, baby, come for me.”

The sound of his voice, the words he was saying, it was too much. You couldn't hold back any longer, you were too far gone.

With a shuddering gasp, your body tensed up, your insides clenching around him, your muscles trembling with pleasure. Your hands reached out for him, digging into his back, your fingers clawing at his skin, your nails leaving marks behind as you called out his name, begging him to let go as well.

At the sound of your moans, his body instantly responded, the last bit of control he had crumbled away and he found his own release, his body shuddering against yours, his mind going completely blank except for you. Your name spilled from his lips like a prayer as he came, his breaths coming in ragged gasps, his body shaking with the intensity of it all. He held you tightly, his arms wrapped around you, his face buried in your neck, his heart beating furiously against his chest. He was completely and utterly spent, but he also felt more alive than he ever had before.

He slowly pulled away, collapsing onto the bed beside you, his breaths still coming in deep, labored gasps. He reached over and pulled you against him, holding you close, his hand rubbing circles on your back as he whispered soft words of love in your ear.

You snuggled into his side, your body still trembling slightly, your breaths slowly returning to normal. You wrapped your arm around his chest, your fingers tracing soft patterns on his skin. You felt completely content, completely fulfilled, completely in love with the man beside you.

You lay there for a few moments in silence, your bodies intertwined, your breaths mingling. He leaned his head down, placing a soft kiss on the top of your head, his hand still stroking your back in a soothing motion.

He could feel the steady beat of your heart against his chest and it filled him with a sense of peace and happiness like he'd never felt before. This was where he was meant to be, where you were meant to be. Together, just like this.

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[chestersturniolo]

One try

stoner!matt x fem!reader x stoner!chris

warnings; drug use obviously / poly relationship no incestuous shit

summary; whilst chris is out of the house, you beg matt for just one try.

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Chris had been out for a few hours, leaving you and Matt alone in the quiet house. The time slipped by lazily , and after a long , hot shower together, you both settled on the couch.

Your head is on Matt’s lap, his free hand gently playing with your hair. The familiar scent of smoke fills every inch of the air - it’s a smell you’ve grown used to. Matt and Chris smoke often, pretty much all the time. It’s never bothered you; in fact, it feels like home. You had never really been much of a smoker, but for some reason tonight, your curiosity peaked.

Matt had always been slightly more lenient than Chris, so you take this as your opportunity,

You glance up at Matt

“Matt-“ you say quietly “-can I try it?”

He snaps his head to glance down at you on his thighs, his brows furrow slightly, taking a long drag before letting his head fall back against the couch,the smoke rolling out of his mouth slowly, as he exhales upward, avoiding your gaze for a moment. Then his lazy eyes find yours again,

“No” he says, the word short and firm.

You huff, sitting up from his lap. “What? Why not? You and Chris do it constantly” you sass, folding your arms.

“Yeah, but that’s me and Chris. You’re you.” Matt says like it’s the most obvious answer in the world.

You frown. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

He sighs, placing the joint down in the ashtray he had balanced on the arm of the couch. His hand cups your cheek gently, and for a moment, his thumb strokes it before he starts- “It means I don’t want you messin’round with it, sweetheart. It’s different for us—we’re used to this shit”

Before you can respond, he lets go and picks the joint back up and takes another puff. You roll your eyes. “Pleaseee” you whine, leaning into him.

He chuckles slightly at your whines, “Nope” he says, popping the “p”

But you’re not giving up that easily. You crawl onto his lap, planting your knees either side of him. Matt shifts, placing his joint to hang in the corner of his lips so he could instinctively wrap his large hands around your waist without accidentally burning you. You bat your eyelashes at him, pulling your best puppy dog eyes, your bottom lip jutting out slightly.

“Come on baby, don’t give me those eyes-“ he groans, the words muffled slightly by the joint balancing in the corner of his mouth “-that’s not fair”

“Matt, please-“ you pout, your voice soft and pleading. “-just this once. I promise”

You accompany your beg with the slightest roll of your hips.

Matt runs a hand through his hair, clearly struggling. With a deep sigh, he removes the joint from his lips, his fingers brushing his forehead in frustration. “Goddammit” he mutters under his breath. His eyes lock onto yours, a stern look crossing his face. “One try. Just one.”

A grin spreads across your face, and you can’t help but feel pleased with yourself. Matt shakes his head, a small chuckle escaping him as he sees the victory in your eyes. “But you need to go easy you hear me? This is mine n Chris’ stash, so it’s strong shit, baby”

You nod eagerly, feeling a rush of excitement. Matt sighs before he brings the joint to your lips. You take a hesitant puff, only to immediately start coughing. Matt is quick to rub your back, giving a couple of pats.

“You good?” he asks, concern in his voice.

You nod, breathless from your coughs “I’m good, I think I need to try again”

Matt looks at you, still unsure. “Are you sure?”

When you nod, he brings the joint to your lips again. “Small and slow” he reminds you, watching closely. You inhale, and this time it’s smoother, the smoke filling your lungs without the harshness of before. You exhale slowly, and the corner or Matts lips turn upward

“That’s it” he praises softly.

You take a couple more puffs before Matt decides you’ve had enough. “Right, that’s way more than enough. No more - lay down n let it catch up”

You slide off his lap and settle back into your spot, your head resting comfortably on his thighs. Matt’s fingers thread through your hair again, and you close your eyes, feeling a little drowsy. Warmth wraps around you, a soft haze settling in your mind.

“How you feelin’?” Matt almost whispers, looking down at you

You giggle, feeling light “Gooood” you say, drawing out the word.

Matt chuckles at your state, leaning down to press a kiss to your lips. The world feels soft, and you feel yourself sinking deeper into the couch and Matts touch.

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A little while later, the sound of the front door opening pulls you from your daze. Chris is back. His heavy footsteps echo up the stairs to the living room, and before you know it, he’s standing in front of you and Matt on the couch. His brows are furrowed as he takes in the scene, you sprawled across Matt, your glazed-over eyes, the goofy smile on your face, and Matt puffing on a new joint he’d just pulled from behind his ear like nothing’s out of the ordinary.

“I’m back, Ma” Chris says, but you’re too spaced out to respond right away as you stare up at the ceiling.

“Hey-“ Chris says more sharply, gripping your cheeks between his fingers and gently turning your face toward him. “-you good?” His tone is more concerned now, his eyes scanning your face.

You break into a wide grin, unable to contain a giggle. “Chrisssss” you draw out his name, eyes glassy and unfocused. You giggle again, and Chris quickly figured out what had gone on, his concern deepening as he snaps his head up to Matt.

“You got her stoned, Matt? Are you fuckin’ stupid?” Chris snaps, his voice sharper now, clearly annoyed. “She doesn’t do this shit”

Matt exhales a cloud of smoke lazily, barely lifting his head to meet Chris’s glare. “You try tellin her no when she’s bein all whiny and cute, trust me bruh i tried-” he defends running a hand through his hair “-you know how she gets man ,what was i supposed to do” he shrugs.

Chris rolls his eyes, deep down knowing exactly how hard you are to say no to, but he still wasn’t happy,

“What you were supposed to do was not let her get high off our stash idiot-” Chris retorts, his voice edged with irritation. “-this shit’s strong, Matt”

“She’s fine-“ Matt says, glancing down at you. “Right, baby?”

You nod, giggling through the haze. “I’m okay, Chris. I feel gooood” you say, stretching the word out, your eyes half-closed and dreamy. You try to wave him off, but the movement is slow and uncoordinated, making you giggle to yourself once again.

Chris sighs, shaking his head as he watches you, still clearly concerned but beginning to relax slightly now that you’re at least coherent, even if you are all giggles and glazed eyes. He rubs a hand over his face before finally settling on the edge of the couch beside you both. “If she starts trippin’, that’s on you” he mutters, though the frustration in his voice is fading.

Matt rolls his eyes before taking another puff from his joint. “Relax” he replies, more amused than defensive now.

Chris watches you giggle quietly to yourself over nothing for another second before leaning over to scoop you up from Matt’s lap. You yelp in surprise as he pulls you into his own lap. He brushes a hand over your hair, tucking a strand behind your ear as you snuggle into his chest.

His arms wrap around you, his eyes scanning your face once more for any signs of discomfort.

You peer up at him with admiring eyes, your hand reaching up to his face. You squish his cheek between your fingers and run your hand along his stubbly defined jawline.

“You’re so pretty” you coo

Chris chuckles and glances at Matt who is already watching the two of you with an amused grin

His gaze returns to you as he places his hand over yours “You’re prettier baby” he whispers,playing into your affection. All you could do is grin in response before dropping your hand from his face and returning to snuggling against him. You close your eyes in content, feeling sleepy with his touch.

Satisfied that you’re settled, Chris finally pulls his own joint from behind his ear, sparking it up. He takes a deep drag, his fingers lightly tracing patterns on your thigh with his free hand.

Chris exhales a long stream of smoke, before he fixes Matt with a serious look. “This ain’t happenin’ again unless we’re both here” he says firmly, his voice leaving no room for argument.

Matt shakes his head, a small smirk tugging at his lips as he exhales smoke slowly. “Nu-uh, I told her one try-that was the deal” he replies, leaning back into the couch, man spreading his legs now you were on chris’ lap.

Chris raises a brow “Yeah well, next time, I better be here to make sure you actually stick to it” he shoots back, glancing down at you nestled against him, as you let out tiny snores. A smile creeps onto his lips at how peaceful and cute you look, as he leans down to press a soft kiss to your forehead.

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a/n; the poll between this and the chris fluff was v close so thought i’d get this one out too! (stoner! matt & chris have my whole heart tbh uughahshhh🫠)

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[uluvjay]

Big bad Wolf-M. Rempe

Matt Rempe x fem! Reader

In which Matt has a size kink!

Warnings?: Smut, kissing, choking, cursing, mentions of drinking, porn with a plot pretty much!, sorry for any errors and I hope you enjoy!

Day1 of my Kinktober special!

You gripped Matt’s larger hand in yours as you two walked into the bar, every corner filled with players and staff from the Rangers organization.

It was your and Matt’s first Halloween celebration with the team and the other wags had been telling you how exciting the weekend always was, how sometimes they didn’t even know how they made it home, how many babies had resulted from the weekend.

“This place is packed.” He dipped down to whisper in your ear.

You nodded in agreement, the bar was the usual go to for the players so it wasn’t your first time there but it was definitely your first time seeing it this busy.

“Hey! You kids made it.” Kris cheered as his eyes found the two of you, a wide smile taking over his face as he came closer.

You leaned into Matt’s touch as you felt one of his large arms come to rest over your shoulder, the weight of his arm heavy but comforting in such a loud and busy place.

“Yeah! Cant believe how full this place is.” Matt laughed.

“I told you kids we know how to throw a party.” Kris shrugged with a smile, “Can I get you two anything to drink?” He asked

“No we’re good for tonight, got a lot to do tomorrow.” Matt answered for you, the both of you agreeing to have a sober evening.

The brunette nodded before he was pulled away into another conversation, you turned in Matt’s hold his arm dropped but his hand quickly came to rest on the bottom of your back over the silky material of your dress.

“Wanna dance?” You asked.

“Hmm?” He questioned, brows furrowed as he leaned down a little closer.

“I asked if you wanted to go dance with me..” You replied this time speaking louder.

A smirk took over your boyfriend’s face at your words, he didn’t even reply as he closed his hand around yours and tugged you to the dance floor.

Matt would admit he wasn’t the best dancer and sometimes he looked a little awkward but he’d never miss the chance of having you pressed against him as you swayed back and forth to whatever song the club was playing.

The song playing was upbeat but sensual, you pressed your front to his back, his hands coming to rest on your waist as you started to move your hips against his groin.

Butterflies swarmed in your stomach at his heavy touch, looking down you admired the way his fingertips nearly met thanks to the length of them, how wide his hands looked sprawled over your stomach when he moved them to pull you closer to him.

Matt was a big man, there was no doubt about that and while sometimes it was a struggle dating someone so much taller, most times you loved it.

You two danced for a while, and by the time you pulled away you could feel Matt’s cock poking your back, his grip much stronger, while you were depending on his grip to keep you standing.

“I’m gonna get a drink.” You pulled away, flushed and didn’t wait for his reply before you booked it to the bar.

Making your way to the bar you spotted one of the other girlfriends, giving her a quick hug you two dived into a conversation.

“If your little red riding hood then I’m guessing Matt is the big bag wolf?” She smirked.

You blushed at her suggestive tone, it was no secret how much bigger Matt was then you, the way one of his hands swallowed yours, how he towered over you, how one hand was able to effortlessly wrap around your neck.

You didn’t get a chance to reply before a body was pressed against the back of yours, you jumped forward in surprise but the familiar smell of Matt’s cologne has you calming down.

You quickly leaned into his warmth as his hands came to rest on both sides of you, trapping you against the wooden bar.

You friend winked at you before scurrying away with a smirk on her face.

“You know I think this dress is a bit short little miss red.” He spoke in your ear, breath hot against your skin.

“Is that so?”

“Mhm” you could feel his lips twitch into a smirk as his lips were still close to your ear, the deepness of his voice sending heat rushing through your body.

“Maybe you should do something about it.” You shrugged.

“Oh should I?”

“Yup.” You smirked turning to face him, his deep eyes dropping to your chest, the sweetheart neckline enhancing your breasts even more,

The tension grew as his eyes locked with yours, his large hands coming to rest on your hips now, their grip firm as he pulled you into him.

“And what exactly is it that you think I should do about it?”

“I don’t know..” you trailed off, fingers tracing invisible patterns on his chest over his dark shirt, standing on your tippy toes before speaking up again.

“Maybe take me home.., rip it off, shove my face into the pillows.”

The groan he let out was almost animalistic, his grip tightening just a bit as he pulled you flush against him this time.

You could feel his chest move in and out as he dipped down, “you wanna know what I think I should do?”

“What?”

“I think I should take you home, push this slutty little dress up and fuck you stupid, watch as those pretty tears stream down your face, maybe wrap my hand around that little throat..” he spat, his voice dark as he expressed all the things he wanted to do to you.

You couldn’t help the small whimper that broke free at his words, the thought of being pinned under his massive body as he took care of you in ways no one else ever could had your cunt practically dripping.

“Take me home Matt, now.”

That was all the Canadian needed before his hand was in yours and he was rushing out the bar, ignoring the voices of his teammates as he pulled you along.

The car ride home was tense, his left hand gripping the steering wheel so tight his knuckles were white while the other drummed impatiently against the exposed skin of your thigh.

Finally reaching your shared apartment you both moved fast, getting to your apartment in record time Matt had you pinned against the door the second it was shut.

His lips were locked on yours in a hot kiss as he picked you up from the ground, your legs wrapping around his middle as his hands dropped to your ass.

You moaned against his lips as he took a handful through your spandex, the feeling shooting sparks to your cunt.

You held onto his neck as he began to walk through the apartment, lips parting as you made your way down his neck, sucking lightly below his ear earning you a deep sigh of pleasure.

Flicking on the bedroom light Matt threw you down on the large bed, watching amusingly as you bounced on the plush material.

You watched from your position as he stalked towards you, his eyes dark and face determined, like a predator hunting their prey.

He was quick to remove the heeled boots you wore before removing your little cape and hood he yanked you back down the bed by your ankles.

He groaned as he pulled your spandex and panties off in one go, revealing your dripping cunt, sitting wet and ready for him.

“Matt please.” You whined, bucking your hips in attempt for some sort of friction only for him to back away.

“Please what?” He smirked.

“Fuck me, please.”

He didn’t need to hear more before his hands were dropping to his belt, undoing the metal clasp before tugging his jeans and boxers down.

He watched in awe as you played with yourself while you waited, your small fingers not doing nearly as much as his large ones would but they were enough.

“Ready?” He asked softly as he pumped himself a few times.

“Yes please.” You begged again and who was he to keep you waiting?

Running his thick tip against your folds he slid inside your welcoming cunt slowly, both of you moaning in sync as he filled you up.

Your head dropped back at the burn, fingers still working your clit to keep the pleasure flowing until he had you filled to the brim.

He gave you a second to adjust before he began his thrusts, he wasn’t waiting anymore before snapping his hips roughly against yours.

Throwing one of your legs over his shoulders he watched as you took him effortlessly now, his cock coated in your juices as you moaned out incoherent babbles.

He loved the way your leg barely even touched his shoulder, how if he bent you just right way he could see the tip of his cock in your lower belly, and don’t get him started on seeing your throat covered by one of scarred hands.

“Fuck Matt!” You moaned, “S’ so big, fuck..”

“You’re doing so good for me baby, my good girl” he groaned, reaching up to pull down the top of your flimsy dress allowing your tits to spill free.

He adjusted the two of you a bit before he leaned forward, your knees tucked against you as he leaned down, his cock hitting an even deeper part of your body.

He drowned out your shriek with his lips, his hands moving to grope your breasts, his rough fingers pulling and pinching on the sensitive buds of your nipples.

He could feel you begging to clutch him tightly, a sign you were close he pulled your legs apart and moved so he was now on top of you.

His large body completely covering yours as he pinned you to the bed, the added weight and closeness of your body edging you further and further towards the edge.

You were struggling to keep your eyes open as the pleasure got more intense with each thrusts, the pleasure becoming so overwhelming.

Matt hissed as your nails scratched down his back, the stinging sensation only pushing him to keep going.

“I’m so close.” You whimpered, eyes opening for a second to catch a sight of Matt’s pleasured face, his eyes locked on your face as he read your expression.

“I know baby, go ahead and come for me.” He cooed, one of his hands moving to rub your clit.

Your entire body shook as you came around his cock, the tightness of your cunt bringing Matt to his climax with you.

He continued to fuck both of you through your highs, matched whimpers coming from both of you as he finally slid out and laid down next to you.

You both remained silent for a while, the only sound filling the air was the heavy panting coming from the both of you.

Finally Matt stood and walked towards your bathroom, returning a few seconds later with a warm wash cloth and towel.

He kneeled between your legs as he cleaned you as gentle as possible, cooing softly when you whined against the touch.

Once he got you cleaned up and exchanged your costume for one of his large shirts he got himself dressed before tucking you in while he went to get bottles of water.

Returning with two bottles in one hand and your favorite chips in the other he handed everything to you before climbing in next to you, pulling your warm body against his.

“Wanna watch Adventure time?” He asked as he turned the tv on.

“You just fucked me stupid and now we’re gonna watch cartoons?” You laughed.

“I mean..yeah, What’s wrong with Adventure time?”

“Nothing honey, I’ll watch whatever you’re feeling.” You smiled with a shake of your head, cuddling into his large chest as he pressed play.

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[sturniolothinkr]

sleepy ⋆ matt sturniolo

summary: you’re drained after work, seeking to cuddle matt. instead, you mistake chris for him.

contains: fluff, a bit of jealous!matt, best friend!chris, light cursing, use of y/n.

word count: 968

a/n: based off the ask i sent to @dazednmatthews a while ago :) im sorry if its not good, im still nervous about writing on here 😭

the day felt never ending. you were on your feet the entire day, having to do more than usual at work due to the amount of call outs that happened.

you were exhausted, and feeling very drained overall. you promised matt you would go over there to hang out when you were off, and all you wanted to do was take a hot shower then take a nap with him.

as soon as you made it to your boyfriend’s house after work, you let yourself in and headed straight for his shower before anything else.

the hot water felt soothing against your sore muscles, your eyes shutting as you grew more and more tired. you did your best to hurry up with your shower, washing your hair and body quickly and rinsing yourself off. the sooner you got out, the sooner you could sleep.

once you were done, you shut off the shower and stepped out. you dried yourself off, before hurrying into matt’s room with the towel wrapped around you.

a frown made its way onto your face when you took notice that matt wasn’t in his room like you thought he would be. you figured he was in the living room, so you shrugged it off as you dressed yourself in a pair of shorts and one of his shirts.

as soon as you were done, you tossed the used towel into his laundry basket before you left his room. you rubbed your eyes tiredly as you walked to the living room, hearing the tv playing an episode of spongebob.

there was a sleepy smile on your face as you spotted who you thought was your boyfriend sitting on the couch scrolling through his phone. you plopped down next to him, immediately curling up beside him and resting your head on his shoulder as you struggled to keep your eyes open.

“uh..” chris began, looking away from his phone to look at you then around the room in confusion. “y/n? what are you doing?” he added, his eyebrows furrowing as he was processing what was going on.

you reached a hand up and put your finger to his lips, “sh. tired.” you mumbled, dropping your hand as you let your eyes finally fall shut.

chris let out a quiet laugh, wondering if you knew it was him and didn’t care or if you were just so tired that you thought he was matt. either way, he found it funny and he felt too bad to reject your sleepy state.

he could tell you were very clearly exhausted and must’ve had a long day, so he was letting it slide.

“love you, matt.” you mumbled, your hand holding his arm now.

chris held back the loud laugh that threatened to escape, pressing his lips together as he used his free hand to pat your head. “yup. love you too, y/n.” he replied, knowing matt was going to be so confused when he came back from the store.

it didn’t take long for you to completely fall asleep, your weight leaning into chris as he returned to his scrolling on his phone. he lowered the volume on both the tv and his phone, as a way to not disturb you, remaining unmoving so you could continue to rest peacefully.

about twenty minutes went by, when he heard the garage door opening and the sound of matt’s car pulling in. chris held back his laugh as he imagined the look on his brother’s face, seeing his girlfriend cuddling him instead as she slept soundly.

the sound of matt and nick bickering was heard once they entered the house, footsteps making their way up the stairs.

“no, i’m just saying that-“ matt cut himself off when he rounded the corner and caught view of you and chris together on the couch.

matt stopped in his steps, taking in the sight with an eyebrow raised and the grocery bags hanging from his hands.

“alright, so i must be seeing things cause what the fuck?” he finally spoke up, as chris began to laugh.

your boyfriend set down the groceries as he made his way toward the couch, taking in the view of you cuddling up to his brother with his arm locked in your grip and your head resting on his shoulder. your lips were slightly parted, and it was obvious you were deep in sleep.

“listen, okay, she’s so tired that she thought i was you. i didn’t want to move her or some shit! look at her, she’s so peaceful.” chris began to defend himself, trying to keep his voice a bit quiet.

matt shook his head, while nick laughed from behind him.

“oh, this is so good.” nick said, giggling as he pulled his phone from his pocket and snapped a few pictures.

matt huffed and made his way around the couch to sit down on the other side of you. his hands were on you in seconds, protectively pulling you into his side instead.

a noise of complaint left your lips, a sleepy mumble of “fuck off” coming from you as your comfortable position was being moved by your boyfriend.

that only made chris laugh harder, as he threw his head back against the couch cushion and clapped his hands together.

your boyfriend hushed you, wrapping his arm comfortably around you. “sorry, baby. i’m here.” he whispered, feeling your body relax as you heard his voice in your half asleep state.

you mumbled something he couldn’t pick up, easily falling back asleep as matt glared at chris who kept bragging about you cuddling him.

“yeah, yeah. enjoy it while you had it. that was the first and final time.” matt stated, his hand gently playing with your hair while a scowl was on his face.

[stvrnioloslvt]

quiet - Chris Sturniolo

fratboy!chris × jealous!reader

(dividers from @animatedglittergraphics-n-more)

disclaimer: the following content is not suitable for an underage audience. please, if you are a minor do not interact in any way or form. thank you. check the trigger warning before reading, enjoy!

t.w: inappropriate language, unprotected sex (don't), a tiny bit of degrading language, jealousy, alcohol, I think nothing more.

a.n: soo...i'm impatient. i had planned to post this story on the 31st, once the poll ended, but i really don't like to wait that much. however, the results are clear: chris smut won with the 52.9%!

when you spot your boyfriend chris flirting with another girl at the Halloween party, you decide to take the matter in your hands and make him jealous thanks to matt. what you don't know, is that chris is keeping a close eye on you.

“i really don’t wanna go to this stupid party, nick.”

“i know, but you know what?” nick put his hands on my shoulders, a gentle yet firm grip. he looked at me in the eyes, then said “at least you look hot as fuck, and that’s all that matters. walk through those doors as if your pussy is made out of gold, and see what happens.”

i smiled at my best friend. with new-found confidence, i walked towards the doors, swaying my hips in my skimpy DCC cheerleaders white shorts that left nothing to the imagination. nick followed right through, adjusting the fake fangs in his mouth. he was one hell of a hot vampire. 

as we entered the halloween-decorated fraternity of our college, we were immediately pulled aside by matt, who was waiting for us right at the entrance. blue and purple lights caressed his face, creating weird shadows all around.

“fuckin’ finally! what took you so long?”

“are your eyes actually open? don’t you see how hot we both look? good things are always the last to arrive.” i chuckled as nick pulled me in a side hug to prove a point to his brother.

i eyed matt up and down one last time. even in the weird colored lights, i noticed that something was off. “wait, why aren’t you dressed up?” 

“cause i’m getting the fuck out of here, i was waiting for you two just because i don’t want to leave chris here under the influence without one of us to check on him.”

“he’s already drunk?”

“yeah, you surprised?”

i looked around, trying to find that dumb-fuck, with no luck. 

“c’mon, let’s get the party started!” nick grabbed my hand, pushing through the crowd of sweaty and dressed up people to get us to the drinks.

“do you want to drink anything?” he screamed loud enough for me to understand him over the blasting music. i shook my head, still trying to find chris. i picked at my skin, worry eating me alive: where the fuck was he? he was drunk, what if he did something stupid, or worse, dangerous?

then, i spotted him: hidden in the corner of the room with some random girl, running his hand through his hair held back by the headband of his basketball player costume. she was talking about something, and i could see clearly the strand of blonde hair that he was playing with twirling in his hand as he leaned on the wall, with the cocky grin of someone who believes that he has the world at his feet.

i felt a wave of nausea hit me, hands shaking by my sides. 

nick followed my gaze, spotting his brother. his hand stopped midway, the red cup never reaching his lips. “no way…” he whispered. weirdly enough, i heard that. 

just as i was ready to leave everything and get the fuck out of there, nick stopped me.

“let me go, nick, i don’t want to spend another second here.”

“absolutely not.”

“nick, please.” tears pricked at my eyes, making it hard for me to keep them back.

“i can bet you a hundred bucks right now that he’s trying to work you up. two can play that stupid game, y/n, and you've got plenty of people who've been eyeing you up and down since we arrived. go out there and get him back."

i took a napkin, drying my tears before they could fall and ruin my makeup.

an idea popped up in my mind. i turned towards the door, spotting matt, ready to leave.

"nick, quick, how mean would it be if i took revenge with matt?"

"honestly? a lot", he begun, pulling out his phone, dialling matt's number. "but you know what? i support women's rights as well as women's wrongs. go do your thing, baby."

we watched as matt picked up the phone, turning towards us. nick told him to come to us before he left, and so he did.

"matt, go and dance with y/n. don't ask questions, we'll explain everything later."

matt looked at me with a puzzled look on his face, but he didn't complain when i pulled him through the crowd, right in the middle of the room.

"i'm sorry, matt, just a little payback to your dumb brother."

i briefly explained to him what happened, what we saw, and nick's idea, so that he knew what was actually happening.

"you know what? i need a tiny bit of alcohol in me, then we can truly give chris payback."

i watched as one of his friends brought him a red cup. he gulped it down, waiting for the alcohol to hit.

and when it did, we had the best night ever: we laughed, danced, twirled together. soon enough, everyone's eyes were on us, some were judging, others having fun with us. at a certain point i might have drunk something too, cause i found myself grinding against matt. and god knows how private we actually are around each other in our daily life.

i felt matt's hands travelling up my sides, pushing his hips against mine, making me feel his erection. i threw my head back against his shoulder as he placed wet kisses down my neck, hands squeezing me closer to him. soft breaths came out of my parted lips, losing myself in the moment: maybe it was the alcohol, or the music, or the knowledge that everyone does some dumb shit during halloween night and then act the next day like nothing happened, but i had a strong urge to grab him and kiss him, to feel his lips dance on mine, our bodies so close one another that they physically couldn't get closer.

just as i turned around, intoxicated enough to actually kiss him, a strong hand pulled me away from my friend.

"wha-" i turned around, welcomed by the sight of a pissed off chris: jaw clenched, eyes fixed on a spot in front of him, dragging me around the room, elbowing whoever dared to step in front of him.

i tried to free myself from his grip, pulling and tugging with all my might, but he didn't even bulge a tiny bit. "where the fuck do you think you are taking me-"

"quiet."

"chris i swear-"

"shut the fuck up," he growled. he dragged me up the stairs, stopping in front of a door. he opened it and pushed me inside.

he locked the door behind me, pushing me against it. his lips immediately found mine, kissing me roughly. it was an angry kiss, a forceful one. it was screaming vendetta, jealousy, hurt.

i tugged at his hair as his tongue made its way in my mouth. his hands gripped my hips, so hard that i was sure they would leave marks. he hooked his hand under my knee, pushing my leg up and around his waist. i tiptoed with the other leg, trying to gain a bit of height.

chris pressed his erection right against my pussy, grinding slightly to tease me.

"chris," i moaned, every little noise swallowed by his lips.

"such a whore," he growled, lifting me up. both my legs wrapped around his waist to steady myself, as my back hit the door behind me. from this new position, i could feel his tip pushing right at my entrance.

"you really had to go all out and fuck my brother, didn't you? such a needy slut."

"the only slut here is you, flirting with that little friend of yours."

he snorted, clearly pissed off at my comeback.

"you really have no idea of what is coming, ma."

chills ran down my spine at that threat, at his dark voice and blown out pupils. he had the look of someone ready to eat you alive, and that was probably his intent.

"how pathetic," he mumbled before ripping apart the tight fabric of my shorts, leaving me completely bare.

i gasped, trying to pull away. "my shorts!"

"oh please," he started, "they were covering nothing. you could walk out there like this and no one would notice the difference."

he pressed me harder against the door as he pulled down his pants, just enough for his dick to spring out.

"hope matt got you wet enough," he chuckled ironically, then pushed himself right in, to the brim.

a chocked out moan left my lips, as chris started thrusting fast and hard inside me.

"oh chris- fuck."

"yeah? feels good? bet matt couldn't fuck you like i do."

i threw my head against the door while i clawed at his back, his jersey stopping me from leaving marks all over his back.

"ngh- so big, chris...please," i whimpered, trying to adjust to his size and rhythm. chris's lips attached to my neck, leaving kisses all around. as his mouth travelled down to my cleavage, he started to bite and nip at my skin, making sure that it would bruise.

"fuck-," he pulled out, quickly putting me down and bending me over the desk right by the door. whose room was that, again?

he pushed himself right in again, gripping my hips. he pounded into me so hard that the desk was banging against the wall with every thrust.

the room filled with the sound of our bodies slapping together, moans and groans as the music resonated faintly.

"such- a whore, fuck!" i felt him shudder; his hand flew quickly at the base of his cock, squeezing slightly to prevent himself from cumming yet.

"you're fuckin'mine, got that? mine."

one hand grabbed my asscheek, slapping it right after. and then again, and again, until i was left trembling and crying, overstimulated from the pleasure and pain that he was inflicting me.

his thrusts grew sloppy and unsteady as he approached his release. "chris, please, please, i wanna cum so bad" i sniffled, gripping the desk until my knuckles turned white to ground myself.

"no."

"please-"

"you can hold it. you're not cumming until i tell you to."

i bit my hand lightly, trying to focus on his orders. but it was just so hard, and he was fucking me just so good, hitting that sweet spot over and over again, that i knew i couldn't last for much longer.

a low guttural moan escaped from chris's lips as my walls clenched around him hard, pushing both of us even closer to our orgasms.

with a particular deep thrust, he tipped over the edge, spilling inside me, filling me with his hot cum. he groaned relieved as he thrusted slow and soft inside me, riding the waves of his climax.

i screamed, unable to contain my orgasm anymore, shaking as i came down from my high. i whimpered, laying down on the desk, the cool wood making me shiver all around.

"good job, ma," he whispered, stroking my back and kissing my shoulder. "such a good girl f'me, hm?"

his arms wrapped around my waist, helping me up. i leaned into him, grabbing his jersey for support.

"was i too rough?" i shook my head, leaning back to look at him in the eyes. a question bursted out, unable to stay put anymore.

"who was that girl?" chris looked taken back by the sudden question, but he had no problem answering. he shrugged, "i have no idea, i just wanted to work you up. you always give your best with angry sex."

i looked at him flabbergasted, ready to actually pick up a fight. "chris i swear-"

"shush mamas, let's get you something to actually cover up, hm? don't wanna go out there covered in marks and with no pants on, right?"

「 ★ ★ ★ 」

yk what i should fly to the USA just to experience Halloween the American way, that shit seems so much fun i swear.

hope you enjoyed it! happy, spooky Halloween everyone!

love y'all,

-bree🎃🦇

MASTERLIST

[sturnioz]

shy!matt struggles to control himself when you give him head — he can't help it. it just feels too good. requested by. @bernardsbendystraws [ porn link provided ]

matt convinced himself that wearing a blindfold would help him feel more grounded, an idea that he couldn't really explain why, but he was so wrong.

instead of providing the comfort he thought he would have, the fabric only heightened his senses, amplifying every sensation he felt to an unbearable degree — a choked, guttural noise escaping his lips as he feels your breath, warm and teasing, ghosting over the tip of his cock that leaks with pre-cum.

his hips jerk, fingers gripping the edge of the sofa and mouth falling open as your hands wrap around him, pumping him in slow, languid motions, your tongue continuously flicking over the tip.

you're staring at him through your lashes as you stroke him, a grin spreading across your face as matt alternates between gasps and airy whines, his teeth gnawing down on his plush bottom lip to silence himself when he gets too noisy — although, you wouldn't mind, you are home alone.

fixing your position between his parted legs, knees a little tender and sore, you speed up your motions, stroking him. matt huffs out a breath as his head rolls to the side, your hands working quicker on his wet cock.

when you press your thumb to his tip, matt lets out a soft whimper, thighs trembling with each flick of your wrist as your grip tightens on him, squeezing to apply the right pressure that causes him to sink further down into the sofa cushions.

"how does it feel? feel good?" you dare to ask, unable to wipe the grin off of your face as you feel him twitch in your palm.

"g..good," he breathes out heavily, licking his lips. his fingers grip the cushions tighter, knuckles turning white as his stomach sucks in with a deep inhale, choking on air as you gently press your lips to his tip. "n-no, fuck. cum.. m'gonna cum."

you heart swells at how his voice cracks, how his tone sounds so whiney and helpless — but this is exactly what you wanted, gripping him tightly as your pump your hands around him, leaving your arm to ache at the speed and movement.

"fuuuck.. m'cummin'." matt cries with a long drawn out moan of your name and you immediately open your mouth, taking him in to feel thick ropes of cum shoot down the back of your throat.

matt's hands grip the back of your head in an instant, pressing your head down more, feeling you gag around him when your nose grazes his stomach. a mess of cum and drool bubble from the corners of your mouth as he grinds himself against your throat to feel it tighten around him, before he begins to uncontrollably thrust, driven by the sounds of your gagging.

it gets a little harder to breathe — tears brimming at your waterline, choking on the cum that repeatedly paints the back of your throat as matt fucks your mouth through his orgasm. you try your best to breathe steadily through your nose for him to enjoy it longer, but your feel his fingers fist your hair, slowly dragging his cock out of your mouth as he pulls your head back.

you gasp once the oxygen settles back into your lungs, grabbing onto his thighs for support and you watch through teary vision as matt quickly reaches for his blindfold, fingers making haste work of untying it.

once he pulls it off, he blinks to adjust to the harsh light, squinting slightly. his eyes move down to you between his legs, and he feels hot in the cheeks and flustered seeing how out of breath you look — and the saliva and cum around your lips — but he pushes that to the side, immediately cupping your cheeks.

"m'so sorry, baby. m'sorry, i..." matt panics as he apologies profusely, stroking your cheekbones. "fuck — m'so fuckin' sorry. felt too good cummin' in your mouth and i just — i couldn't help myself.. fuck—"

"it's alright," you reassure him, your throat hoarse from it being fucked and matt winces at the sound, leaning down to wrap his arms around you, his cheeks warm against yours as he holds you close, muttering his apologies again as you reassure once more. "it's okay, baby."

© STURNIOZ

[vanteguccir]

Hey i have a request if u have time and like ittt!!

So basically matts fucking you and chris is tired of all the noise, so he walks in to matts room casually. Proceeds to pick up ur panties from the floor and stuffs ur mouth. And sum hot idkkkkkkkk i aint a writer

Love ur fics tho girl

── ୨୧ !　SMUT BLURB

matt sturniolo x reader

where chris had had enough of your loud moans with his brother and shut you up with your panties... and you're a exhibitionist little shit

　　　༻✦༺ 　༻✧༺　༻✦༺

"Oh fuck- Matt-" Y/N gasped, her voice breaking with every breath.

She couldn’t think straight, couldn’t focus on anything but the overwhelming pleasure coursing through her veins. Her thighs - wet with her arousal - quivered uncontrollably, her toes curling against the bed as Matt thrust into her with raw, primal need.

But beneath them, Chris had had enough.

For the past thirty minutes, he had been subjected to the incessant banging of the bed against the wall and Y/N’s loud, unfiltered moans. He tried to block it out, putting a pillow over his head or playing random songs in the top volume on his headphones, but it was no use. The noise was relentless, invading every corner of his room, and his patience had finally snapped.

With a growl of frustration, Chris pushed back his blankets, stormed out of his room, and headed upstairs.

Y/N didn’t hear Chris’s footsteps approaching. Her mind too far gone in the pleasure coursing through her body. She moaned Matt’s name again, her voice loud and breathy, the sound echoing in the room as Matt quickened his pace, his own groans mixing with hers.

The door to Matt’s room suddenly burst open, and without warning, Chris strode in, his face a mask of annoyance. Y/N’s head was still buried in the mattress, her body still trembling as Matt froze mid-thrust, too shocked to react right away.

Chris, however, didn’t seem the least bit phased by the scene before him. He walked into the room far too casually, his eyes sweeping over the pair with a mixture of irritation and curiosity. His tongue slipped between his pink lips, wetting them while taking in the sight of Y/N’s completely naked form, her body bent over the bed, her fingers digging into the dark blue sheets, clutching them like a lifeline, and Matt’s shocked, wide-eyed expression.

"What the fuck, Chris?" Matt sputtered, his voice filled with disbelief as he finally reacted, trying to cover Y/N's boobs with his large hands and her ass with his own body, ignoring the loud whine that echoed from her with his movements. "Get out, man!"

But Chris ignored him. His gaze drifted down to the floor where Y/N’s discarded pink lacy panties lay. Without a word, Chris bent down, scooping it up, and then moved toward the bed. Y/N, still lost in the haze of pleasure, barely registered his presence until she felt slender fingers pressing her jaw with moderate strength, forcing her to open her mouth before something was stuffed against her tongue.

Her eyes widened in shock, muffled sounds of protest escaping her throat as she realized what had happened, her eyes meeting the blue ones that looked right back at hers.

Chris really had shoved her own panties into her mouth, effectively shutting her up. Her face burned with a mix of embarrassment and something darker, something that thrilled her in a way she hadn’t expected.

Matt, still in shock, didn’t know whether to laugh or be pissed off.

"Chris, what the hell is wrong with you?" He growled, though there was an underlying tension in his voice, the absurdity of the situation not lost on him as he searched for his brother's eyes.

Chris smirked, his gaze gleaming with mischief as he glanced between the two of them.

"If I’m going to be forced to listen to all this." He said smoothly, his voice low and teasing while his hands motioned from one to another. "The least I could do is shut her up. A guy needs his silent time, right?" He gave Y/N a pointed look, his lips curling into a smirk as he watched her squirm beneath his brother, her muffled whines filling the room with the feeling of Matt's dick moving only a bit inside her walls.

Y/N’s mind was racing, her body responding despite the embarrassment flooding her senses. The feel of her panties getting dump in saliva inside her mouth and the sheer absurdity of the situation had her heart racing in ways she hadn’t expected, causing her to press her face deeper against the mattress, trying to disappear.

Matt, however, was less amused. He shook his head, though there was a hint of a smile tugging at his lips.

"You’re such an asshole." He muttered, though he couldn’t deny the tension in the room had only heightened after Chris’s interruption.

Chris chuckled, clearly pleased with himself as he straightened up and turned toward the door.

"Just keep it down next time." He said over his shoulder, throwing one last smirk at them before sauntering out of the room.

As soon as the door clicked shut behind Chris, leaving Matt and Y/N in the heavy silence of the room, Y/N's body reacted almost immediately. Despite the absurdity of what had just happened - or maybe because of it - her hips pushed back instinctively, seeking more of Matt. Her body begged for him to continue, her mind still reeling from the humiliation and thrill of being caught.

Matt's eyes widened at first, surprised by her reaction, but then a dark chuckle escaped his lips as he felt her ass press insistently against him, almost fucking herself on his dick. Her whines, now muffled, were desperate, needy. She wanted more. She needed it.

"Fuck." Matt muttered under his breath, his voice taking on a darker, more commanding tone. "You liked that, didn't you?" He murmured, bending his upper body and pressing his chest firmly against her back, his breath hot against the nape of her neck. "Getting caught like that... having him see you like this. Like the little whore you're for me, yeah?"

Y/N whimpered again, her body responding eagerly as her hips pushed back against him harder, silently begging him to keep going. Her face was still pressed deep into the sheets, her muffled whines escaping through the makeshift gag Chris had left in her mouth. She was trembling, her body aching for more.

Matt’s hands gripped her hips tightly, his fingers digging into her skin as he laughed again, this time lower. He leaned his head, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered.

"You’re a dirty little thing, aren’t you? Letting him see you so exposed and open, and now... you can’t get enough, can you?"

Y/N moaned into the fabric, her eyes rolling up her skull with his talking and the fresh memory of Chris's eyes on her, the sound vibrating against the panties in her mouth. Her body was practically begging for Matt to move, to do something, to give her the release she so desperately needed.

Matt grinned wickedly, the dark amusement still dancing in his eyes as he tightened his grip on her hips, pulling her back against him before pushing her forward again, forcing her to fuck herself on his cock.

Her thighs trembled when she felt his tip brushing only a bit against her sweet spot, and she let out another muffled whine, her hips rocking back against him again, needing him right there. The feeling of her body pressed so tightly against him, her whimpers of need muffled and helpless, only served to ignite Matt’s desire further.

"Alright." Matt murmured darkly, his tone teasing as his hand slid down, fingers brushing the curve of her ass, squeezing the flesh hard. "You want it? You’ll get it, but you have to work for it."

He pressed his other hand on her small back, forcing her to bent her upper body even more - if that was even possible, searching the control he needed. With a slow, deliberate movement, he ground his hips against hers, teasing her, dragging out the moment as she squirmed beneath him, her muffled cries growing more frantic.

"Is this what you want, baby?" He taunted, his voice a low growl as he pressed himself harder against her. "Because I can feel how fucking wet you're." He let out another dark laugh, enjoying the power he had over her in this moment. "And all it took was Chris walking in on us for you to become this needy mess."

Y/N's muffled response was a mix of whimpers and "Matt's", her body trembling as she tried to raise her ass more in the air, searching for the friction her body was begging for.

Matt's grip on her waist tightened even more, his fingers digging into her skin as he finally snapped his hips against hers hard enough to make her thighs shake and her fingers dig into the sheets.

"Alright, baby." He whispered, his tone full of lust and dominance as he positioned himself, ready to turn her into a cock drunk mess. "Let’s see how loud you can be now... even with your mouth so fucking full."

I never know how long and large I can go in a blurb 😭🤡

[worldlxvlys]

HEAR ME OUT

PILLOW PRINCESS!READER X BF!MATT

princess

matt sturniolo x reader

warnings: smut, p in v, cream pie, matt wakes reader up with sex but ALL ACTIONS THAT TAKE PLACE ARE CONSENSUAL!!

a/n: ok so i combined all three of these requests

hope you enjoyyyy :)

here’s don’t stop, go read if you want !!

waking up next to matt was perfect.

the bags under his eyes were more pronounced, his hair messy, and his voice low and raspy.

his face being the first thing i open my eyes to would never fail to make me happy.

nothing could compare to it.

well, maybe one thing.

“fuck, i need you so bad baby” i heard matt whisper into my ear.

my eyes fluttered open, immediately being met with the sight of a sleepy-looking matt.

he was rubbing his hard dick against my wetness, making me moan out.

“you ok, baby?” he asked, looking down at me with half-lidded eyes.

“fuck yes, matt” i gasped as i let my head fall forward, into the crook of his neck.

“you don’t even gotta do anything, baby. just wanna make you feel good”

he placed a kiss to my shoulder as he lined himself up, slowly pushing into me.

“fuckkkk” he groaned out.

i clenched around him at the sound.

“shit, baby. not gonna last if you do that” he said as he waited for me to adjust.

“ok, you can move” i said.

he wrapped his arms around my waist and slowly began to thrust into me.

my head flew back into the pillows, as i held onto his shoulders for stability.

“god, you look beautiful like this baby” he whispered to me.

“love being close to you like this”

i moaned in response, clenching around him repeatedly.

“fuck, i’m gonna cum” he whimpered out, seconds before he shot his load deep inside of me.

the feeling of his hot cum being fucked into me made my jaw hang open, eyes rolling back.

he softly caressed my thigh, hooking it around his waist to push himself even deeper into me.

“doing so fucking good for me, baby” he groaned.

“god, i love you so so much. can’t believe you’re mine”

his sweet words combined with his deep thrusts made my brain fuzzy.

he brought his hand to my clit, rubbing quick circles on it.

“s-shit matt” i choked out a moan.

“fuck, can’t wait to see that beautiful face you make when you cum”

“i’m gonna-“

“yes, yes give it to me baby. you got it” he said as he continued his movements.

with that, i released all over him.

he helped me ride out my high, before pulling out of me.

we both took a minute to catch our breath before speaking.

“thank you, matt. i’m beyond grateful for you” i said, giving him a kiss to the cheek.

“of course, baby. you deserve to feel loved” he left kisses across my collarbones.

“you deserve to be treated like a princess” he moved down to my boobs, leaving kisses so light they tickled.

“matt!” i giggled out.

he smiled at the sound of my laugh.

he brought his face to mine, lightly nudging his nose against mine.

“if you saw yourself the way i do, you’d be obsessed too”

“oh, so you’re obsessed with me?”

“baby. i just woke you up by grinding on you like a teenage boy. you drive me fucking insane”

“yeah, it was pretty pathetic” i said in a teasing tone.

“alright.” he said as he pulled away.

“no, matttt ! don’t be like that” i said, trying to suppress my laughter.

he glared at me, “it’s really not that funny”

i pursed my lips, trying not to laugh. “no, of course, you’re right”

the corners of his mouth slowly spread into a grin, and we both bursted out laughing.

“whatever, you suck” he said.

“hm, that’s not what you were saying a little while ago”

🌸🌸🌸🌸

hope you liked <333

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[evie-sturns]

ᴀʟᴏɴᴇ - ᴍᴀᴛᴛ ꜱᴛᴜʀɴɪᴏʟᴏ

summary: you're staying at your best friend's house, the sturniolos, for the weekend, until one night you can't sleep, so you decide to go for a dip in the hot tub.. but matt's already there.

contains: smut, virgin!matt, teasing, hot tub sex, semi-public?

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i roll over in bed, the clock on the wall reads, 11:57pm. i've been lying here for 3 hours with my eyes shut, but im too energised, i mean, the sturniolos and i have had a crazy few days, resulting in me staying the weekend.

i hoist myself up out of bed, flicking on the lamp as i dig through my tote bag for a small bikini, afterall its almost midnight, none of them would be in the hot tub at this time.

i open my bedroom door, tiptoeing past chris, nick and matts room down the stairs.

i creak open the backdoor, stepping out into the icy air which hits my barely covered body. i turn the corner to the hottub,

matt's sitting inside, his head tilted back, his eyes shut.

hes shirtless, wearing nothing but swim shorts. he doesnt notice me yet, but im just kind of.. admiring him?

the way he looks tonight is just different, ive known him for a few years but ive never felt like this towards him.

"matt?" i ask softly, being careful not startle him.

his eyes open slowly, looking up at me.

his cheeks instantly flush red, he opens his mouth to speak but nothing comes out. "can i come.. in?" i ask, my eyebrows furrowing as matt just looks me up and down.

he quickly runs a hand through his hair before nodding "yeah yeah!" he says frantically.

i climb in next to him, matt just looks straight ahead. "are you alright?" i ask, adjusting the strap to my bikini top.

-

we've been talking and laughing for about 15 minutes, matt's still been nervous.

"and my friend, lana, she went for a job interview and came out of it with the job all because she blowed the manager off" i laugh, my straps accidentally slipping down again teasingly.

matt looks down at his lap before shifting uncomfortably, he clears his throat. my eyes dart down, its hard to see through the water, but matts got an obvious tent in his shorts.

"im sorry.." matt mumbles out in a whisper.

"why do ya think thats happened?" i ask casually, my hand dipping underwater and grazing his thigh.

matt stays silent, he looks horrified with himself.

"im so sorry just give me five minutes in the bathroom i can come right back-" matt rambles but i cut him off but straddling his lap.

matts breath hitches in his throat "oh-"

"do you think you got hard from.. me?" i say seductively, looking down at him.

"i'm sorry." matt says, his eyes fixated on my chest.

"was it from.. these straps?" i say, pulling down the straps on my bikini.

matt nods nervously,

"you can take them off if you want, i mean we are alone." i whisper.

matt reaches his hand out from the hot water, pulling off my bikini top, his tongue slides out of his mouth to dampen his lips as his cheeks go a dark red.

"why are you so scared matt, its not like youve never seen tits before" i joke, but matt tenses under me.

"matt..?" i say, dragging out the 'a'.

"uh.. i'm a virgin so.." matt says, his voice barely audible.

my eyebrows raise, a silence fills the night air.

"i know, we don't have to do anything.. i dont want to make you.. teach me?" matt rambles again, i cup his cheeks and pull him into a gentle kiss, shutting him up.

"you ramble when you're nervous.." i say, toying with the strings of his shorts, i get off his lap and sit next to him. the water is still and clear, illuminated by a blue led light.

i tug at the waistband of his shorts, revealing a small section of his base.

"oh fuck." matt quietly whimpers out.

“i’ll take it gently okay?” i assure him before pulling down his swim shorts,

i never knew matt was this big.

my cheeks flush as i climb back onto his lap, sitting just on his thighs as his dick rests on my stomach. i put my hands on matt’s damp shoulders before hovering just above his tip.

“please..” matt says, his voice hoarse

“please what?” i tease, pulling off my small bikini bottoms and discarding them somewhere in the water.

matt grips my waist, his hands firm against my skin. “please ride me..” matt says, clearly embarrassed.

i slowly sink down onto him, the warm water sloshing around us. matt’s grip on my waist tightens as he lets out pathetic noises.

“you- you okay?” i ask, burying my head on his shoulder as i slowly start to bounce up and down.

“i’m-..” matt struggles to speak, i let out a soft laugh.

“you don’t have to answer now sweetheart.” i whisper into his hair, picking up the pace.

it’s only been a few minutes, but i can tell matt’s close, his fingers are digging into me so harshly i know i’ll have bruises tomorrow.

his groans fill the night air, along with small splashes coming from the water. i clench around him, “i’m so close..” i warn, the knot in my stomach snaps as i orgasm around him, i feel matt tense so i quickly pull off of him, stroking him as he paints my hands with white.

“oh my god.. fuck” matt says, squeezing his eyes shut, he reaches out a hand and grabs my shoulder for support.

i run my thumb over his already sensitive tip, earning a gentle moan from matt. i pull up his swim shorts slowly.

“shit..” matt says, his eyes peeling open slowly.

“you okay?” i ask again, tying up my bikini.

“i’m-.. really good?” matt says, rubbing his eyes.

-

after a few minutes of talking and joking around, i stand up, climbing out of the hot tub onto the cold deck.

“same time tomorrow?” i smile jokingly back at matt.

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was a full task to bring myself to finish this 😭😭 hope y’all like it though

I also genuinely can’t tell if it chris or matt in the first picture by the title, but you get the point

[pearlzier]

────⠀ ⠀cooch chronicles part two (matt edition) <3

warnings. SMUT !!!! oral(f!recieving), lovey soft fluffy matt my god i love him :( fingering. afab!reader

"you're so soft," matt mumbles as he leaves gentle, wet kisses to your stomach. he leans his head against your skin, just taking you in for a moment whilst his fingers idly glide over your hips. his lips brush against the fabric of your top, soft hums slipping from between his lips. you're watching him, quietly, just gazing him over as he relaxes between your legs. "i love touching you, y'know that, hm?" his voice is gentle, warm.

a smile settles on your lips, and you mumble in return, "think i can see that," matt scoffs at the cheek of you, giving your stomach a quick little bite and leaving a small little hickey on your skin. his eyes search yours for a moment, a sly smile playing on his lips at the sight of you and your words.

moving his arm lower so it isn't wrapped around your waist, he rests it over your thigh for a moment. lowering his head down a little bit more, he lets his plush lips press against the fabric of your panties for a moment. eyes darting to yours, his eyes gleam under the dim lights of the room. "yeah?" you muse quietly, hand lifting up to his hair and running your fingers through his locks.

matt cocks his head to the side a little bit, leaning into your hand for a minute. he's quiet, letting his nose nudge the hem of your panties. "uh-huh," he said, voice low and almost thoughtful in nature. despite how hot his breathing is against your skin, he can feel the warmth between your legs and it sends a shiver down his spine.

"you're thinkin'," you tell him, voice soft. he nods for a minute in return, and you considering asking him what he's thinking abour, however he answers it for you when he glances back at you, he asks easily, almost lazily, "can i take these off?" as his fingers toy with the waistband of your underwear, pulling at it for a moment so it slings back against your hip.

"oh—" you gasp a little from a combination of his question and your underwear pulling against your skin. you swallow thickly for a second, eyes widening. "uh," it takes a moment for your brain to catch up, and at that matt smiles gently, "yeah, yeah, yeah, sure," you say quickly, shifting your weight against the bed. you really couldn't think straight with him looking up at you like that. especially with thoae soft eyes, all puppy dog like.

"yeah? s'that a yes?" he muses quietly, his fingers slowly hooking under the elastic of your panties. "thank you," matt's voice is still so warm, almost reverent when you give him permission to take them off. he's so fucking cute.

humming, he eases the fabric down your thighs. "jus' wanna make you feel good," he whispers against the sensitive skin of your inner thigh, "is that okay?"

more than okay, jesus—and you voice that. "yeah, god, like, you're even asking?" the corners of his lips tug upwards at the corners at your words, and he rolls his shoulders in a gentle shrug, soon leaning in to press a delicate kiss to your inner thigh. god, he loves you. especially how you look in the light like this. "promise to tell me if i'm too much?" he adds, even though he knows you will. he just needs to know you'te completely okay with this.

"promise," you're getting the faintest bit impatient, which matt senses, his mouth finally making contact with your wet folds, placing slow, gentle kisses to your warmth. "shit—" you were fucking goner the moment he leant in.

his voice is a little muffled, but he mumbles, "you just let me know if anythin' feels good, okay?" and you simply nod, pretty sure you're gonna have to be pretty vocal to get it across since literally everything's gonna feel good with him. "got it," you manage after a moment, trying to get a grip on yourself but it's so hard when his nose keeps bumping against your clit in the best way possible.

matt slowly relaxes into you, his tongue slowly laps at your arousal. "i'll take care of you," you taste so damn good, so good. it has him rutting his hips against the bed a little, twitching in his boxers. seemed like he needed taking care of himself. but you came first, always.

"how'd you get so good at this, huh?" you practically pant, watching as he buries his head between your legs. the moment he moans from you caressing his hair. a self-satisfied smirk settles on his lips, and he shrugs, leaning up a little bit.

"just got some practice," matt says, acting like he hasn't got your sopping cunt leaking just for him. shifting his weight, he slowly drags his finger over your entrance, before easing it inside of you, not a single ounce of resistance on your part. "and i know your body," he adds, with a curl of his finger. you practically melt right there, thighs twitching a little bit around his hand.

"know my body, hu—?" your words get cut off by the curl of his finger, and you practically gasp. a surprised sound rips from your throat, and you whine shakily, "fuck," eyes fluttering shut, you mutter, "yeah, okay, touché." grinning at your response, matt feels the need to make you completely satisfied, so he leans back in, letting his tongue glide over you.

your pussy's so tight around matt's finger and so warm against his mouth, his free hand slowly grasping at your leg to lift it up over his shoulder. it gives him more access, so he tugs you up closer to him. "told you, baby. i pay attention," he leans back in, letting his tongue probe at your clit and swirl around the bundle of nerves. "i know you better than anyone, don't i?"

you're barely paying attention, a little too focused on how his fingers pump gently against your walls and how he suckles at your clit, each moan sending vibrations and a shiver down your spine. "know me better than anyone," you say quietly in agreement, your hips jerking forward with each thrust of his fingers and dip of his tongue.

he's grinning, at the way you jerk against him, the way your walls clench around his fingers like a vice, fuck, you're gorgeous. "i know, baby. and i know you're close, huh? gonna come all over my fingers for me?" he knows it especially from how you cling to the bed sheets all desperate.

you're falling apart for him, and he fucking loves it.

"gonna.." once again, you can't think straight. physically can't, the pleasure fogging your brain and blocking out any thoughts that aren't him. you can only think of him, even still, barely. "matt," you whine, hiccuping your words out softly.

"that's it," matt grunts, feeling you clench around his fingers once more, and he sucks at your clit a few more times, moaning against you before he feels that familiar, beautiful feeling of you gushing over him. "just feel it f'me, there she is.." you look so damn pretty like this, a mess on his fingers. he looks up at you, meeting your gaze for a moment. "you still with me, baby?"

you nod, slowly, thighs opening a little for him to pull his fingers out, expecting him to as he always does. but, this time, he simply leans in and keeps going, mumbling quietly, "you can give me another one, can't you?"

and fuck, the way he's looking up at you? you'd be a fool not to.

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[sturnsdarling]

beast boy and raven

smartand'mean'!reader convinces fratboy!matt to dress up with her for halloween

vibe check: fluffy good vibes all round

500 words

A/N: i wrote this sooooooo long ago and forgot that it existed. anyways i love them

love and cigs, merc

The party downstairs had already started, music blaring from every corner of the house. Chris and Matt were in their rooms, getting ready for their first Halloween party of the week. By a string of cruel fate, they stepped out their bedroom doors at the same time, locking eyes as Matt took a swig of his pregame drink and Chris placed his canon joint between his lips. The sight of Matt, in a purple shirt and grey cargos with green hair made Chris erupt into laughter.

“What the fuck are you supposed to be kid? Why is your hair green?” Chris couldn’t contain his laughter.

Matt smacked the dangling joint from Chris lips’ and pushed him by the shoulder.

“y/n wanted to be raven and beast boy, y’know the green kid and the witch chick from teen titans?” Matt said, not able to contain his chuckles at the sight of Chris keeled over in hysterics.

“What are you? A divorced dad of three?” Matt questioned, referring to Chis’ blue Hawaiian shirt.

Chris picked his joint up off the floor and shook his head, his laughter still lingering, “nah dude, m’fuckin Romeo” He says, pulling a fake gold gun from his belt and brandishing it in-front of Matts face.

“Romeo in what century? I swear that’s old as fuck” Matt snickers.

S!r/n came out from Chris’ room, wearing a white dress and angel wings with her hair pulled back in a half up half down. “From the 1996 movie, Matt, duh” She says, pointing between her and Chris.

“Wait, hang on, you’re Romeo and Juliet?” Matt questions, folding his arms over his chest with raised brows.

“Its cute right?” Your voice comes from behind Matt as you loop your arm through his, looking up at him, the dark makeup around your eyes accentuating their beautiful colour.

"You guys look go good” s!r/n says at you and Matt.

Matt grins down and you and puckers his lips. You kiss him quickly, trying not to get your black lipstick on his mouth.

“You two make me sick” Chris says, shaking his head and sparking his joint.

He turns to walk down the stairs and holds his hand out behind him, squeezing his fingers together a couples times, gesturing for his girl to take his hand. She complies, and follows him tightly down the winding staircase towards the music.

Matt turns to face you, tracing delicate fingers over the purple velvet cape that’s draped over your shoulders. He scans your figure, taking in how your black, shiny hot pants hug the tops of your fishnet covered thighs.

“You look so sexy, angel” he murmurs, not taking his eyes off your frame “Thanks Matthew” you smile, cheesing at his compliment. “This makeup too” he sucks air into his pursed lips and shakes his head slightly. “You like it?” You say, leaning up into him, pressing your body against his. “Mhm, I like it a lot” He nods, bringing a firm hand to the side of your face, smiling as he pulls you up into a kiss.

His other hand sneaks down of your backside and squeezes the plump flesh of your ass, followed by a slap that makes you squeal into his mouth. His chuckle breaks the kiss, and he continues to kneed at the flesh of your ass.

“Lets go get drunk” He says “Yes!” You grin up at him, “tequila!” You chant, taking his hand and leading him down the staircase towards the party.

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