#sturniolo fic

[strnilolover]

──── why mine? ⌗ c.s

chris wasn’t expecting anything unusual when he wrapped his arms around you from behind, leaning down to press a lazy kiss to your shoulder. but as soon as he buried his face in your neck, he pulled back slightly, brows furrowing.

“why do you smell like me?” he asked, voice still rough from the nap he’d just woken up from.

you glanced over your shoulder at him, biting back a smile. “because I used your body wash. And your deodorant.” you said simply.

his grip on your waist tightened slightly, his curiosity only growing. “and you’re wearing my shirt,” he pointed out, eyes flicking down to where his oversized tee draped over you, barely covering your panties.

you turned in his arms, looking up at him with a soft expression. “yeah… I dunno, I just—” you shrugged. “it makes me feel closer to you. and also, guys’ products just last longer.”

chris stared at you for a second, his lips twitching like he wanted to tease you, but instead, he pulled you in tighter, tucking his face into your neck again. “that’s cute as hell,” he mumbled, his voice slightly muffled against your skin. “but now you’re gonna make me wanna keep you wrapped up in me all the time.”

you giggled, running your fingers through his messy hair. “that’s not a bad thing, is it?” you asked, stopping your fingers for just a moment to press a kiss to his head.

chris huffed softly, shaking his head. “no, keep doing it. i love it.”

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[dominicfikeenthusiast]

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[blushsturns]

Cling, whiny Matt who just wants his girlfriends attention so bad

title: down bad

warnings: this work contains graphic content, but it is all consensual! sub!matt, titty play, lots of touching, kissing, unprotected p in v, tons of whining, pure filth.

w/c: 3150

matt was feeling extra clingy today. he knew you had to get ready for work in a couple minutes and he didn’t want you to leave at all. you had a short shift today, but any time spent apart from you made him miss you terribly.

he wrapped his arms around your middle to pull you closer to his body, an attempt to keep you close and secure against his chest so you were locked in his embrace.

“please don’t go, baby. i need you.” matt whined against the nape of your neck, breathing in your intoxicating scent and peppering soft kisses against your delicate skin.

you hummed softly at the feeling of his lips against your skin with your arms wrapping around his neck, your fingers moving up to tangle through his tousled locks. “baby, you know i have work in an hour.”

“not if you call in sick, mama.” his whiny voice almost made you feel bad, sounding like he was on the verge of tears. he didn’t want you to go and it seemed like he would do everything in his power to make sure you stay right here in his arms with him and not go anywhere.

to be honest, you loved seeing matt like this; clingy, soft, whiny, damn near submissive. it was like you had this powerful capability to make matt feel this way and you loved every second of it.

“matty, you know i can’t do that. they need me, remember?” you ran your fingers through his hair as you stared down at him, your chest pressed up against his to allow a bit of cleavage from your tank top to be visible to his ocean blue eyes.

his eyes scanned down to your chest, his eyes widening in surprise as your pretty plump cleavage is on display for his eyes only. he gulped, his adam’s apple bobbing in the process as his eyes stay fixated on your chest. he fucking loved your tits. he loved playing with them, sucking on them, biting and marking them with little love bites. he could sleep on them all night instead of his pillow if he could.

you watched him stare at you longingly, your lips curving up into a devious smirk. normally this kind of thing would make your body melt and your heart swoon, but when matt was acting clingy, it was hard not to baby him and allow him to fully let his submissive side show.

he looked back up at you and into your eyes with a shy smile evident on his face. “but i need you more, baby. please stay with me?” his words came out of his mouth like a desperate plea, begging you to stay home with him and not go anywhere at all. he moved his hands to grip onto your hips to hold your body in place against him, the pass of his thumbs rubbing smooth, slow circles against your exposed hip bones underneath the fabric of your tank top.

it pulled on your heart strings to hear him beg like this and all because he didn’t want you to leave. a soft sigh emits from your lips before eventually giving in and nodding your head at his question. “okay, i’ll stay with you since you’re so persistent on needing me.” you flashed him a slight smirk, your hand moving away from his hair and down to his cheek, caressing the slight stubble with the pad of your thumb. “my precious boy.”

matt’s cheeks grow warm, a slight pink tint forming against his cheekbones as a wide smile appears onto his face. he pulls you even closer to him, his lips back on your neck as he murmurs his undying gratitude for you, thanking you for staying with him.

with his body so close up against yours, you begin to notice the slight poke pressing against your thigh in between your bodies. you didn’t even have to ask what it was, or take a peak between the both of you. matt was growing hard in the fabric of his sweatpants and boxers and it immediately made heat pool into your tummy at how rapidly it happened.

you moved your hand in between the both of you, your smirk only widening as you immediately grasp onto the hardening bulge in his pants with the palm of your hand. “is this what you meant by needing me, matty?” you quirk your eyebrow up at him, a teasingly sly smirk staying present on your lips.

he nodded his head, his cheeks only growing a darker shade of red and radiating heat as the seconds pass. he bit down onto his bottom lip nervously before back up at you, flashing you a shy smile. “yes, but i also always need you, baby.”

you shake your head in disbelief and click your tongue, a soft laugh emitting from your lips. “kinda pathetic don’t you think? poor baby can’t even spend a couple hours without me and goes hard for me within seconds.” your hand grasps onto his cock in his sweatpants as you begin to palm him through the fabric which causes a low moan to leave his lips.

matt immediately pushes his hips up into the touch of your hand, his breathing beginning to become heavier as the seconds pass by. “mama, please.” he whines out in a desperate plea, his hands moving up your shirt underneath the fabric of your tank top and instantly cups your breasts through the fabric of your bra. his hand tugs your bra down and immediately uses the pads of his thumbs to run across your hardened nipples. “need it.”

his touch made you gasp softly with a shudder running down your spine at the sensation rolling through you. you felt your underwear through your shorts becoming drenched with your own slick arousal, the familiar heat pooling in your tummy. “need what, hm?” you asked him as you look up at him with darkened eyes and lust filling your gaze.

you pulled away only slightly so you can slip your own shirt off and unclasp your bra to get it out of the way, throwing it onto the ground carelessly. he took the initiative to remove his own shirt as well. your breasts press up against his now bare chest, your hand moving back down to grasp his evident hardening cock through the fabric of his sweatpants.

a whiny moan escaped his lips as your hand made contact with his cock once again. what a desperate, needy thing. the tip of his cock was leaking precum and managed to leave a wet spot right in the front of his sweatpants. his cock twitched beneath your hand as you continued to palm him through the fabric, your eyes focusing in on your own movements of your hand against him. the wet spot on his pants was just a reminder of how needy he truly was for you and only made your pussy throb with the thrill of excitement.

“need you, mama. want you to ride me and take full control. please?” he whined out desperately, rutting his hips effortlessly into your hand and let out a hiss through clenched teeth followed by a breathy moan as you squeezed his hardened cock.

it was like it was his body became weightless, or maybe you just somehow gained the amount of strength you needed as you pushed him flat down onto his back and immediately crawled between his legs as you perched yourself up onto your knees. you flashed him a sly smirk, licking over your lips hungrily as you stared him up and down, scanning over his beautiful body in front of you. “such a needy little thing aren’t you, baby?” you cooed teasingly, bringing your fingers up to place underneath the hem of his sweatpants and his boxers to pull them down his legs and off his body.

his hardened, leaking cock immediately sprung free, making your mouth practically water. the tip of his cock was shiny and pink, leaking with precum. you immediately wrapped your fingers around his cock from the base and moving up to his tip, the pad of your thumb running across his leaking tip to smear the precum against his shaft to lather him up.

you brought your thumb up to your own lips and immediately placed it between your lips to get a taste of his sweet, indulgent taste. you moaned at the taste as you flicked your tongue against your thumb to lick it clean. your own pussy throbs in excitement and making your panties soaked from your glistening wet arousal.

he watched you in awe as you seemed to be enjoying yourself fully, sucking on your own thumb with the taste of him on you. you pulled your thumb away from your lips with a sight pop, flashing him a slight smirk. “taste so good for me, baby, but i think we need to see if you can handle this pussy all around your precious, pretty cock. what do you say, hm?” you pulled your shorts and underwear off your body, a slight gasp emitting from your lips from feeling how fucking soaked you are, your glistening wet arousal now on full display.

his eyes scan your body before falling onto your beautiful pussy in front of him, a soft whine leaving his lips. “such a pretty fucking pussy, baby. look at her.” he cooed eagerly as he stared at your dripping center, licking over his own lips hungrily.

you giggle softly, a light pink tint creeps onto your cheeks at his words before moving your body over to his waist to straddle him and immediately began grinding your slick arousal against his groin. the feel of his hardened cock probing at your thigh was driving you insane but you wanted to keep working him up until he was a crying, whiny mess.

your heart was beating rapidly in your chest from the anticipation as you continued to grind your pussy against him, the friction making you moan and allow you to throw your head back against your shoulder. he was enjoying this, using one of his hands to grip your hip and the other to travel down in between your legs to run his middle finger along your glistening wet folds. he groaned as his finger immediately becomes coated with your slick arousal. your eyes fall shut, a soft moan leaving your lips at the feeling of his finger against your soaking wet folds.

he pulls your body closer to him so that your breasts are flush against his chest. matt moves his hand away from your center and brings his finger to your lips which you gladly accept. you grab onto his wrist as his finger slides into your mouth, your tongue rolling along your own slick arousal that coated his finger moaning softly in satisfaction at the taste. he watched you in complete and utter awe, his cock twitching against your thigh in anticipation. you pull his finger out of your mouth with a soft pop sound, flashing him a soft smirk before licking over your own lips to taste your sweet juices. “damn no wonder we make such a hot couple. we both taste good as fuck.”

you leaned down to press your lips against his deeply so he can get a taste of you on your own lips. he moaned into the kiss, kissing you passionately and deeply, full of want and desire. you began to suck onto his bottom lip, your teeth nibbling against his bottom lip as he parts his lips to allow permission for your tongue to slide through. your tongues battle for dominance, both of your combined muffled moans leaving an echo throughout the four walls.

matt moves his hand to cup your breast, his thumb rubbing your hardened nipple in slow circles before tweaking it with his index finger causing a louder moan to escape your lips and your body to grind forward against him. “fuck.” you whisper breathlessly as you pull away from his lips to catch your labored breathing, your forehead resting onto his. “you gonna beg for me, sweet boy?”

he nods his head at your words, his breathing also heavy as he ruts his hips against you, his cock probing against your thigh repeatedly. he groans at the friction, his cock twitching immensely by the second. “need to feel you around me, mama. please. want to feel your tight, soaking wet pussy around my cock. need it so bad, please.” his words spilled out of his mouth as pleas, whines emitting from his lips right after as you immediately grasp onto his aching hard cock and begin aiming it directly to your soaking wet cunt, rubbing his tip up and down against your drooling pussy.

you could continue to tease him a bit more, but your own pussy was throbbing immensely to the point where it felt like complete and utter torture. you decided to give in to his pleas, since they were only turning you on even more. without hesitation, you sink down onto his cock inch by inch until he’s suddenly buried inside of you. your eyes widened in surprise as you get used to the fullness inside of you, a soft moan leaving your lips.

matt immediately throws his head back against the pillow behind him, gripping onto your waist as your legs spread on top of him to straddle him comfortably. “fuck, ma.” he groaned out, his fingers digging into your hip bones causing you to moan out in pleasure, your eyes slipping closed. you lean your head onto your shoulder as you begin to move your hips up and down against him, feeling him slide even deeper inside of you.

your tight walls immediately clench around his thickness as you start to ride him, bouncing up and down onto his cock as you feel his cock twitching and throbbing inside of you. “oh fuck, you’re so big aren’t you baby? filling me up so nice and full.” your voice was full of need, desire, lust. his cock felt so good around you, like it was made just for you.

you opened up your eyes to watch him as he laid there and grabbed ahold of your hips to hold you place as you bounced onto his cock, the bed squeaking and the headboard ramming into the wall. he moved his hand up to your chest to grasp onto your breast as they jiggled and bounced around with each and every thrust of your hips. he tweaked and tugged onto your hardened nipple as an enticing moan falls from your lips.

“oh fuck, mama. feel so good.” he moaned out, both of his hands now grabbing ahold of your pretty tits and pulling and tweaking your hardened nipples as you bounce up and down onto his hardened cock causing heat to pool in your tummy and electricity to course through your veins.

you roll your hips against him, stuttering your hips for a moment to feel him slide even deeper inside of you until he begins to hit your g-spot at a rapidly rising pace, a louder moan leaving your lips. “bet you love this don’t you? would’ve missed this tight little pussy if i went to work.” your words come out within breathless gasps, your hands moving to his shoulders to hold yourself up, your blunt fingernails digging into his skin causing him to groan out in pleasure.

he moves his hand to your center, his index and middle finger finding your swollen, soaking wet clit and begins to rub it at a furious pace, making your moans become louder, more erratic. “fuck, matty!” you scream out, throwing your head back while your heart beats rapidly in your chest, sweat glistening across your chest and your forehead.

matt whines as he continues to rub your clit in time with your thrusts, his cock hitting your sweet spot over and over again. “c-can i cum, mama? need to cum.”

you could hear how wet you were, your gummy walls clenching around his cock each and every time you bounced down onto his cock. louder moans escaped your lips, fire coursing throughout your veins. your orgasm was rapidly approaching and you weren’t sure how much longer you were going to last. your fingers digging into his skin as you held onto him while continuing to ride him. you roll your hips along him, feeling his cock sliding in and out of your tight heat. you move your head up to press your lips against his once again, murmuring against them, “yes, baby, you can cum. gonna cum in my tight little pussy baby? you know you want to. come on, be a good boy and fill me up with your cum.”

matt groans out in pure ecstasy, his body shaking against you as he thrusts his hips up into yours several times, his vision going white as he throws his head back to allow a string of profanities and groans to leave his lips. “f-fuck!” he whined out desperately as he begins to fill you up with his cum to the brim, his head lolling to the side as he shakes through his intense orgasm.

“good boy, that’s my good boy. so good for me.” you moan out breathlessly, your body shaking as you feel the same familiar sensation forming in the pit of your tummy. he continued to rub your clit in fast, haste circles while you continue to roll your hips against him. “i’m gonna cum baby.” you groan out your words, rolling your hips along. you feel the pressure snap inside of you and suddenly the pleasure intensifies as your gummy walls clench tightly around his cock, milking him completely and utterly dry.

your vision goes white while your eyes close, your orgasm rolls through you, a string of moans leaves your lips while he rubs your swollen clit to rock you through your intense orgasm.

your body shakes against him, wrapping your arms around his neck to hold yourself up, your breathing fairly labored as you cling onto him, your glistening skin sticking against his as you hold him tightly. he presses soft kisses to the nape of your neck, inhaling your sweet scent, letting out a soft whine while holding your body close. “i’m so glad you stayed home with me today. thank you, my love.”

“you’re just down bad for me aren’t you, baby?” you ask him as you pull away from his neck to flash him a teasing smirk, your fingers moving up to run through his tousled locks.

“mm, always.” he replies with a wide grin, pressing a soft kiss to your lips before continuing, “never leave me and this bed.”

you weren’t planning on it. ever.

maybe you were down bad, too.

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[liiixsturniolos]

"Tease..."

sub!matt x dom!fem reader fic

in which : bestfriend reader talks virgin!matt through his first time.

[virgin!matt, big dick!matt bsf!reader] smut p in v, riding, awkward!matt.

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All day long, you'd been teasing your best friend, Matt. You didn't even feel bad about it. You thought it was fucking hilarious. He'd get so flustered and nervous as you walked by him, brushing your ass against his waistline to get to the other side of the kitchen.

The lights were dim, and the room seemed almost moon-light as Matt sat restlessly on the couch, shuffling around. "Maaattt.." You giggle from the kitchen holding a soda can, "What's all the twitching n stuff for?" You say, as if you're clueless and innocent, as you stroll upto him on the couch with the lacy strings of your red panties peeking out.

You'd never fucked before but you'd made out in secret from his brothers, and everytime you were over he'd secretly rest his hand on your thigh under the blanket.

"Y'know what you're doing to me.." he mumbles under his breath quietly. "Sorry, what did you say?" You ask with a smirk, sliding your hand onto his leg. He clears his voice, turns his chin up, and he repeats his past sentence. "What am I doing to you?" You tease.

He twitches submissively beneath your touch, your hand creeping to his inner thigh, nearing the bulge in his grey sweatpants. He stutters, searching for words. "Tell me what you want, Matt." You ask firmly. You wouldn't ever do anything unless he told you that you could, you knew he'd never done this before.

He begins, "i-i want you too..ride me." He confesses, like he'd been thinking about it for months which he probably had been.

You accept his dirty request, slowly positioning yourself on top of him. You start to grind yourself against his pants, he let's out quiet whines as you rub your pulsing clothed clit against the hardness in his pants. "Take these off?" You ask him sweetly with an understanding smile for his nerves, stroking the waistband of his pants.

He nods yes, removing them, you strip too. You take a second to look at him, shocked, for such a shy, quiet guy you wouldn't expect this. You let out a small gasp, looking down at it all and realising he was a lot bigger than anticipated..

"Is... something wrong?" He asks wearily, looking at your open jaw and wide eyes. "N-no," you laugh,snapping yourself out of it, "It's good."

You place yourself on his lap, sinking down on his dick,taking it all in, and you moan out at the size. He let's out quiet grunts as you jerk your hips back and forth on him.

He let's out soft whimpers and whispers your name as you push back and forth on him, getting closer and closer to release he holds onto your hips, rubbing them with his black fingers, pushing you over the edge.

your eyes are half lidded, lashes fluttering with each blink as you swing back your head a little, closing your eyes as you and Matt release simultaneously with a loud moan.

"Thank you." He says, as you pull yourself off of him. You giggle at his appreciation and lean in kissing him softly, "You're welcome Matt."

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[angelicwh1spers]

— ⋅˚₊‧ 𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐈𝐍’ 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑 ‧₊˚ ⋅ —

𝐈n 𝐜onclusion… Matt has had enough of your teasing during a New Year’s party, so he fucks you inside of the bathroom into the new year.

𝐖arnings… [ SMUT ] , p in v , unprotected sex , dirty talk , dom!matthew , bathroom sex , ?kinda-public sex? & other sexual content contained inside!

⚠︎ 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐒 - English is not my first language so excuse and dismiss any minor mistakes in my writing, I’m fairly new to writing on tumblr but it’s always been my passion to create stories and envelop myself inside of the world of fiction.

⟡ ݁₊ 𝐀fter another year passes by before you could fully register it, today was the day where you would step into the new year with Matthew by your side, your boyfriend of three years now going on four. You were lucky to have found such an amazing partner, whenever you would look at him two fires would ignite inside of your body, one being appreciation and the other being desire. Tonight you were invited to a big New Year’s party hosted by one of your friends and as a plus one, you were of course going to take your boyfriend alongside with you, starting the new year without him wouldn’t sit right within you.

You wore one of your expensive elegant black dresses, the ones you only wore for any special occasions and tonight one of them fell on this day, new years can be exciting but also stressful with all of the resolutions and plans for the new year can get overwhelming but with time you were able to stabilize your emotions and stay calm whenever the coursing thoughts stirred inside of your mind. Your long hair cascaded over your shoulders, enhancing your facial features and beautiful eyes people could stare hours into, including Matthew, you often would catch him staring but always dismissed it as the emotions it brought felt nice to experience.

Both of you soon arrived to the party, flickering lights and heavy music could be heard coming from inside of the building Matt parked infront of, he got out of the car and quickly made his way over to the other side where you were sitting and opened the door for you to which you giggled and grabbed his already extended hand, ascending up the staircase and through the front door, walking right into the chaos of the party, tonight you made it your mission to look your best so you could walk into the new year with your head held high and priorities straight, but little did you know tonight you would not be doing any of those things but rather be doing the complete opposite…

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Matt’s hands had a tight grip on your plush thighs as the sound of moans and skin to skin contain echoed through the small room of the bathroom while hints of faint music occupied the background noise while you’re bend over the marble counter of the sink, immense pleasure courses through your veins as he hits your sweet spot repeatedly, your soft moans intensify with each moment spent in such position. “You like that, huh? Been such a bad little girl, teasin’ me infront of everyone in that slutty fuckin’ dress.” Matt whispers between pants in a seductive tone, delivering you more pleasure as your walls pulsated around his think length driving in and out of you faster than you could think in that moment, the only answer you could provide was a muffled hum of agreement as it was immediately silenced by a soft whimper escaping past your lips.

Matt slows down his pace for a minute, you immediately feeling the outcome of it as your pleasure begins to calm down as he leans his head down to whisper into your ear. “Use your words or I’ll have to stop ma, m’kay?” “Y-yeah, please don’t stop, need more of you inside..” you whine, wiggling your hips against his as you start to get desperate for more friction. Just as you speak up, his pace returns to the previous one and immediately bring you back to the level of ecstasy and desire flowing thought your body, soon enough you feel your tight walls clenching down on to him, sucking him even deeper inside of you. He takes notice of this and detaches one of his hands from your hip, both of his hands taking different positions now, one pressing down on the small of your back and the other trailing down to rest between your thighs, his thumb coming up to press down on my pulsating clit, only driving me closer over the edge.

“Matt, i’m gonna c-cum..” you moan out, drawing out his name as he starts to also feel close to the edge, a knot slowly building up inside of your stomach as Matt increases his already fast pace, loud yells can be heard from behind the door as the countdown till the new year starts, Matt notices and slows down again before whispering, “Hold it for me, ma. Wanna cum together in the new year, yeah?” You nod your head positively before the countdown starts. 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, when it reaches half of the time Matt immediately speeds up as the know inside of your stomach intensifies, 4, 3, 2, 1… and with the last digit being drawn out, the knot bursts as Matt’s seed paints your tight walls, mixing together with your own juices as your body lays down limp on the counter, heavy pants merging together with the tense air surrounding you both, “Gotta clean up this drippin’ pussy now, wouldnt want anyone seein’ you so fucked out the first day of the new year now, would you?”



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⋅˚₊‧ 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒... this is my first fic written on here so if you guys read it please give me any kind of feedback and tell me your thoughts on it, I’m so excited to start my journey on here and thanks everyone for the likes and compliments !!

[worldlxvlys]

study sesh w bff! matt, but he can’t stay focused bc you’re so innocently distracting. he ends up giving into his deepest darkest fantasies and fucks your brains out

study session

matt sturniolo x reader

warnings: smutttt, p in v, oral (male + fem receiving), unprotected sex (wrap it before ya tap it), rough sex, squirting, spanking, fingering, overstimulation, cursing

a/n: i combined these two cause i thought they’d go well tg, hope ya like it

MATT’S POV

“matt? what the hell are you doing here?”

at the sound of her voice, i whipped my head around to look at her.

my eyes widened, cheeks growing red as i took in her clothing choice, or lack thereof.

she wore nothing but one of my shirts, most likely opting to just wear underwear under it.

the scent of her fruity body wash wafted into her room through the open bathroom door.

“matt?” she asked again, pulling me from my daze.

“your mom let me in for our study session” i answered after clearing my throat awkwardly.

“shit, i completely forgot about that” she spoke, eyes darting to the open backpack that sat beside me.

she quickly walked over to her desk, grabbing her own backpack before joining me on the bed.

“ok, so where should we start?” she asked, crossing her legs and making herself comfortable across from me.

—

she was driving me crazy.

every time she shifted slightly her shirt rode up her thigh, exposing more and more skin.

“matt ? are you paying attention?” she asked, placing her hand on my thigh. it took everything in me not to move it further up.

“um, honestly? maybe we should just look in the textbook” i answered, knowing that no matter what question she just asked, i was too far gone to give her an intelligible answer.

“ok well let me go grab it then, i’m pretty sure i stuck it at the top of my closet in the beginning of the year” she answered, getting up from the bed and moving towards her closet.

i watched as she stood on the tips of her toes, struggling to reach the book.

i should’ve gotten up to help her, but i was too focused on the view i had of her ass when her t-shirt rose up.

not only was her ass on full display, but i also had a perfect view of her red thong.

there was simply no way she didn’t realize that she was fully flashing me in the moment.

was she teasing me on purpose?

or, maybe she just trusted that i’d look away instead of staring at her like a creep.

i felt all of the blood rush to my dick, making a very noticeable tent form in my pants.

deciding to help her before it got worse, i quickly got up and rushed towards the closet just as she finally maintained a firm grip on the textbook.

“got it!” she spoke.

unfortunately for her, when she pulled the thick book down, she also managed to pull down every book underneath it.

the books fell onto her floor, all of them remaining closed except for one.

“shit” she sighed heavily, realizing she would have to put them all back. i knelt down, beginning to help her pick up the books.

“here, just hand them to me. i’ll put them on my desk until we put the textbook back” she spoke as she picked up her own pile, placing them down onto the desk.

i followed her instructions, picking the books up and handing them to her, before stopping when the words of the open one caught my eye.

“i want matt”

i picked the book up, moving it closer to my face to read the rest of the words.

“you want me?” i asked out loud, clarifying the words to make sure there wasn’t some double-meaning i was missing.

she scrunched her eyebrows in confusion for a few seconds, face instantly dropping when she realized what i was reading.

“matt, no!” she spoke worriedly, moving to grab the book from me.

i moved it out of her reach before she had the chance to take it.

“let me read it” i spoke, watching as her eyes widened at my words.

“no, matt-” i placed my hand on her arm, rubbing it softly to let her know i wasn’t weirded out or mad.

“let me read it” i spoke, my eyes bouncing back and forth between hers.

she gave up after that, letting out a small sigh before backing away.

“i want him to…” my voice trailed off, eyes widening as my brain processed the raunchy things my best friend fantasized about me.

i glanced up at her, taking in her embarrassed state, before walking closer to her.

she reacted by walking backwards as i began to read again, “i want him to fuck me so hard that i can’t walk for a week”

i backed her into the desk, a small gasp falling from her mouth as my boner pressed into her thigh.

“i want his head between my thighs”

“i want to know what his pretty face looks like covered in my cum”

“wanna find out?” i asked as i turned her around, bending her over the desk.

“matt!” she squeaked out in surprise as i held her hands behind her back.

“yes or no?” i asked as i pressed my chest to her back, leaning into her as i whispered into her ear.

“yes, yes, please” she moaned out.

i let go of the book, letting it fall back onto the ground while i began to press kisses to her neck.

i lightly nipped at her skin, leaving little marks while she moaned softly under me.

suddenly, there were loud knocks at her door, my hold on her wrists tightening instinctively.

instead of stopping, however, i moved lower to begin leaving kisses on her thighs.

it was like any ounce of self-control i had left my body as soon as i read her words.

“are you guys ok? i thought i heard something fall” her mom spoke through the door.

her breathing grew heavy as my lips got closer and closer to her wetness.

“yeah, just my textbook!” she spoke as quickly as possible in hopes that a moan wouldn’t slip out.

“ok, just making sure” was all her mom said before she retreated from the door.

as soon as she knew her mom was gone, a long moan fell from her mouth.

“quiet, princess. don’t want her coming back, do we?” i asked her, lips brushing the skin of her ass.

“no, just- god, please do something” she whispered frustratedly.

i ran my hand across her ass before giving it a firm slap, making her moan out.

“lose the attitude” i spoke to her.

i pulled her thong down her legs, tapping her ankles lightly. she took the hint, quickly stepping out of them.

“i don’t have an attitude, i just- fuck” she cut herself off with a moan as i shoved my face into her cunt.

i let go of her hands, hooking them around her thighs as i licked a long stripe up her pussy.

her hand automatically flew to her desk, gripping onto it while she cried out.

“god, you taste so fucking good” i moaned against her as i licked up every drop of her wetness, savoring the taste of her on my tongue.

i lapped at her heat, her constant whining fueling me to keep going.

my eyes rolled back as all of my attention went into her pussy.

i was so consumed in it, i could stay there for hours. she was so perfect.

i moved my tongue up towards her clit, sucking and licking it, enjoying the moans that the pleasure pulled out of her.

realizing i was a little too excited, i slowed down a little bit. i needed to take my time and enjoy it.

i began to leave slow, tantalizing licks to her pussy. she squirmed at my teasing, pushing her hips back into my face.

she began to rock her hips back and forth against my mouth, letting out loud moans.

i pulled back, giving her ass another slap, “didn’t i tell you to be quiet?” i asked.

“yes, yeah, i’m sorry. i’ll be quiet, please matt”

i brought my hand to her pussy, spreading around her wetness with the palm of my hand.

i pushed a finger into her, taking her by surprise as her legs began to shake.

i moved the finger inside of her quickly, stretching out her tight hole.

i pushed another finger in, producing a squelching noise as they plunged in and out of her.

“matt, i’m gonna cum!” she cried out mere seconds before her juices shot out of her, splashing onto my face.

“f-fuck” she shivered as her release dripped down my face.

i got onto my feet and turned her to face me, placing my lips to hers in a heated kiss.

she reached down between us, unbuckling my belt without breaking the kiss.

she pulled my pants down, quickly moving her hand to palm me through my boxers.

i groaned softly at that, my head flying back as she applied pressure.

“want you so bad, matt” she whispered while her nose brushed my neck.

“need you inside of me” she spoke as her hand crept into the waistband of my boxers.

i pulled my boxers down, letting them fall to my ankles as she began to stroke me slowly.

after a few pumps, i pulled her hand away and brought it to my lips. i placed a light kiss to her knuckles before hoisting her onto the desk.

“ready?” i asked, searching her eyes for any hesitation.

she nodded her head slightly, looking up at me through her lashes.

“words, baby” i spoke.

“yes, matt. please, please just fuck me”

with that, i placed my hands on her hips and pushed myself into her entrance.

despite how stretched out she was, her walls still hugged my dick tightly, causing me to let out a strained groan as i pushed into her further.

we both let out loud moans as i bottomed out, my dick resting deep inside of her.

her hands flew to her sides, bracing herself on the desk as i began to move inside of her.

i thrusted into her slowly, but deep enough to make her body jolt with each slap of my hips against hers.

my hips collided with the desk under her with each thrust, causing it to thud against the wall harshly.

“m-matt, she’s gonna hear” she cried out between moans.

“you want me to stop?” i asked, raising my brows at her as i continued my movements.

“no!” she spoke loudly, “no, please don’t stop. it feels so fucking good, oh my god” she whined, her head flying back.

“yeah? is this what you think about when we study together?” i asked, only receiving long moans in response.

“you think about me fucking you on this desk? my dick so far into you, you can’t even speak?”

she looked so fucked-out, her eyes hooded and mouth hung open in pleasure. i wasn’t even sure she could hear me until she nodded her head in response.

“or maybe you think about me bending you over it, huh?” she began to moan louder at that, her eyes rolling into the back of her head.

“do you know the amount of times i’ve thought about seeing you like this?” i asked as i pushed her legs closer to her chest.

“yes, yes, yes, holy shit” she heaved as she held her legs close to her.

“so good for me” i mumbled, reaching between us to rub her clit.

“matt, i’m so close, so close” she whined as her body began to shake.

“yeah? you got it, let go for me, baby. ”

her eyes squeezed shut as she clenched around me, eliciting a deep groan from me as i felt the coil in my stomach tighten.

the feeling of her pleasure coating my length pushed me closer to finishing, causing me to quickly pull out of her.

“fuck, where do you want it?” i asked as i began to pump myself, chasing my orgasm.

she pushed me back slightly, hopping off of the desk and sinking to her knees in front of me.

before i could even process what she was doing, her mouth was on my tip.

“o-oh” i moaned in surprise.

all it took was her sucking on the tip once and i was gone.

my hips bucked forward into her mouth, accidentally pushing myself to the back of her throat.

my hands flew to the desk in front of me, gripping it firmly while i shot my seed down her throat.

she took her mouth off of me, sticking her tongue out to show me that she swallowed everything.

“you’re gonna be the death of me” i spoke as she got to her feet.

before she could respond, there was a loud knocking at the door.

shit.

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Chapter 1: Tit Punching And Lemonade Mouth 

The creak of the wooden floor boards makes my limbs tense with each step. My dad and I’s new-ish house was definitely less than great, but it was something at least. We had moved to Somerville at the beginning of the year. The beginning of my senior year of high school. 

I hadn't made many friends, well any friends for that fact. It was difficult trying to make friends when I was practically a parent to my own father. He’d calmed down with his drinking habits slightly, getting better as more time passed. 

“Fuck-I’m sorry, honey.” My dad exclaims. He jolts up on the couch immediately regretting the movement as his face grimaces in pain. 

It had only been a week since the last time I had walked down the stairs, into the living room, to find this. Not all progress was linear, I guess. 

“It’s fine. I have to go to school, your lunch is in the fridge.” I explain while pointing to the refrigerator that was barren all except for one container holding a sad looking sandwich. 

There was only enough for one sandwich. I didn’t want to be selfish and take it for myself. Especially not if it meant him drunkenly stumbling into the living room at an ungodly hour of the morning. 

I finish putting my shoes on, leaving and locking the door behind me. I start walking down the familiar sidewalk, the sun coming up in the blue sky.

_

It wasn’t a short walk, but it wasn’t necessarily long either. It gave me plenty of time to think, plenty of time to fill my head with anxious thoughts. Most surrounded around my new schedule for the semester. 

We only had a four block schedule. My classes were Literature 213, History 410, Math 322, and Writing 200. Nothing crazy or special. The classes didn’t worry me, the other students in the class did.

Well, and the teachers. I had the same teacher for Literature and Writing, Mrs. Evans. She had been a friend of my moms, and she knew about my ‘situation.’ It was embarrassing. 

She knew enough to the point where she was genuinely concerned and I hated it. She made sure to talk to me every once in a while. I reassured her every time, lies spewing easily from my mouth from practice. 

I couldn’t tell if she bought it or not, she was hard to read. Either way, she never pushed more which I was grateful for. 

_

“Y/n?” 

“Here.” I respond, raising my hand as Mrs. Evans takes attendance. 

She let her students choose their spots most of the time, but not anymore. The seating chart had been displayed on the board. My seat had thankfully been in the back corner, by the door. The tables sat two people, the seat next to mine being empty. 

She continues calling names. The door opens and shuts as a bag is placed on the seat next to mine. I look over from the corner of my eye, seeing him.

Matt Sturniolo. 

A popular jock who didn’t really talk much. He had tattoos, he constantly ditched, and he was honestly a model. Bad boy persona was his motto, and girls drooled over him. 

He wasn’t like other jocks with girls from what I could tell. He didn’t have a new girl hanging on his arm every week. He had only previously had two short relationships according to school gossip. 

He had dated Madison at some point, but it ended nearly as quickly as it started. The second one had been the news at the beginning of the year. Anna, one of the cheerleaders, had gone to prom and dated him. From the rumors, they didn’t last very long either.

Other than that, no girls had been rumored to be with Matt. Although, plenty of girls swarmed around him, constantly trying to get his attention. They usually swarmed him and his brother, Chris. 

Chris really was your stereotypical jock. A new girl every week, maybe even every day at times. He looked sweet, but looks can be deceiving. The amount of times I had walked into the girl’s bathroom and seen a girl bawling her eyes out from him dumping her was unfathomable. 

“Matt?” 

“Here.” He says. He raises his hand as she makes eye contact with us. 

Why did she sit me next to him out of all people? I thought she liked me, this is going to be awkward. I knew her, she often did table partner work for assignments. How was I supposed to work with him? 

The class continues as Mrs. Evans reviews over expectations and the curriculum. 

Not even five minutes into the lecture, Matt gets up from beside me and leaves. Nobody bats an eye, almost expecting it from him. 

_

I arrive at my second class, sitting in yet another assigned seat. This seat is in nearly the complete back middle, only one desk behind. The class is set up with the individual desks. 

A couple minutes pass by as I hear the thud of a backpack next to me and behind me. I look over as I see blue eyes already staring back at me. 

“Hey, I’m Chris. This is history 410, right?” He asks. 

“Yeah, I’m Y/n. Have you ever had this teacher before?” I reply. 

He shakes his head, looking behind me. “Nope. Matt?” 

Matt. Of course. 

I don’t hear anything from behind me. “Well, I guess we’ll all find out together then.” Chris says. 

The teacher walks in and starts taking attendance. The class starts running smoothly as I zone out, not paying attention to the meaningless syllabus. 

_ 

“Don’t touch her!” I hear someone whisper-yell. 

Before I know it, I feel a hand shaking my shoulder. I raise my head, observing the history classroom. The teacher is still talking. I look over to my right, seeing Chris leaning over with an outreached hand. His arm falls back onto his desk. 

“Sorry, you were asleep.” He says.

I didn’t get much sleep babysitting a drunk man. I nod, muttering a thanks under my breath as I fix my hair. 

The class ends with a ring of the bell. 

_ 

The math classroom was a distance from the history one. I could hear him, Chris and Matt. Well, mostly Chris yapping about nonsense as the walked in front of me in the hallway.

Arriving in the classroom, we get to pick our own seats. However, with the long walk, the classroom was mostly filled. The tables were grouped in fours. Chris and Matt sat at a table, sitting next to their other brother, Nick. 

I look around, realizing there are only two chairs left. The one next to Nick, across from the other brothers, or one on the furthest side of the classroom, far away from the door.  

I hated being far from the door. It made me anxious, like I was trapped. Plus, the seat was surrounded by guys who were constantly high. The three guys, Jerry, Thomas, and Eli, were known as skater-stoners. I could practically smell them from across the room. 

The bell rings as I sit down in the seat next to Nick. “Is it okay if I sit here?” I ask. Nicks nods, not wanting to talk over the teacher while giving me a slight smile. 

Nick was a wildcard. He seemed friendly, but I had heard the rumors of how he had punched a kid before. He wasn’t in any sports, he definitely wasn’t your typical jock. Other than that, I knew nothing about him. 

I look across the table to see Matt staring at me. His eyes widen before he averts his gaze to the teacher. 

I couldn’t help but take in his appearance. His jawline was perfect, his hair like silk, and he just looked cool. The tattoos peeked out from underneath his sweatshirt. I notice him grab the sweatshirt pulling it down further.

I look up, noticing his eyes on me with a dirty look smothered across his face. Fuck, I was starring. I move my eyes to the teacher, drowning out my thoughts with the boring lecture of rules. 

_ 

The math lecture had ended by our lunch dismissal for our group. There were multiple lunches, we happened to be the last which meant we headed straight to our next class afterward. It was slightly longer given the time between classes. 

However, we still had another five minutes before we could leave for lunch. Chris filled the silence immediately.

“If you have a kid with someone, you’re technically related.” He states.

I look over at Nick who just shakes his head. “Chris, you’re gonna scare her off before she’s even said anything.” Nick says. 

Nick turns his body towards me. “Sorry, he’s fucking stupid sometimes. Well, most times.” He says. I nod my head, giggling slightly in discomfort. 

Nick taps his pencil on the desk impatiently. As he looks back up at the clock, the pencil flies out of his hand and towards me. Before I can even react, a yelp in pain. “Got it! Fuck-sorry!” Nick yells. 

“Nick!” Chris and Matt both yell, eyes widened as they watch the scene unfold before them. Nick profusely apologizes, rambling. “I didn’t mean to, sorry-fuck I didn’t mean to touch your tit, I mean boob, I mean-fuck, I’m gay!” He confesses, holding his hands up in defense.  

I cross my arms over my left breast, holding it in pain. The man literally just punched me in the fucking boob. 

“Nick, I can’t believe you just punched a girl in the tit!” Chris exclaims, laughing. Matt lips are pulled in a tight line, his elbow nudging out and hitting Chris in the ribs. Chris shuts up immediately, breaking out into laughter not even a moment later. 

“Nice? I don’t really know what to say to that.” I confess. 

What do you tell someone after punching you in the tit and telling you that they’re gay? 

I finally let my arms fall on the desk, letting out a sigh of relief as the pain subsides. Chris is still trying not to laugh as Matt avoids looking at anything but his phone, typing profusely seemingly. 

Nick slaps my arm. “We should all go to McDonalds or something! My treat since I…well yeah.” He says. Matt looks up through his hair, his eyes piercing into mine. I feel my hands start to get clammy. I shift in my seat, rubbing my palms onto my thighs. 

“I’m down.” Chris replies. Matt nods in agreement, setting down his phone and looking over at Nick. His hands resting on the table showcase his hands, silver rings adorning his fingers. I watch as he spins the one on his pinky around. 

Nick looks over at me. “You down?” He asks. Free food or starvation? “Yeah sure.” I shrug. 

I feel my mouth water at the thought of food. I couldn’t remember the last time I had food, or a real meal. But, I was never gonna go crazy on someone else’s dime. 

The teacher dismisses us as we all start walking towards the parking lot. Nick walks by my side as Matt and Chris walk in front of us. “I’m really sorry by the way.” He expresses. 

I laugh, shaking my head. “Dude, it’s fine. If I get free food, I couldn't care less honestly.” I admit. 

“You can sit in the back with me.” Nick says. He climbs in the back of the car as I get in on the other side. I slide into the seat, placing my bag in between my legs. I settle in but as I look up I see Matt’s eyes staring at me through the rear view mirror. 

His eyes move to the road as he starts driving. I bring up my phone, checking if I have anything on my face. Nope. Maybe he was upset because he didn’t want me to come? 

Chris starts blasting music, a loud rap song that makes me jolt abruptly. I place my hands over my ears instinctively. 

“Shut that shit off.” Matt curses in the now empty car. I pull my gaze up, seeing his hand on the radio button, turning it off. 

“NOOOOO PLEASE!” Chris whines. He pulls his hands in the praying motion, giving Matt puppy eyes as we sit at a red light. 

“Fine. Quieter and it has to be my playlist.” Matt commands. Chris giggles like a kid on Christmas, pulling up his phone and turning down the volume. 

“If you say so…” Chris says. 

A quiet, but hype beat starts to play. I don’t recognize the song, furrowing my eyebrows as I watch their reactions. Chris immediately starts singing along as well as Nick. Matt’s cheeks are cherry red, his eyes wide as his lips pursed together. 

“DON’T YOU WISH YOU WERE US!” Chris and Nick sing. Chris looks behind, stopping the music completely. He stares at me with his jaw on the floor practically. 

“WHY are you NOT singing along?” Chris exclaims, waving his hand dramatically. I shrug at him, “I’ve never heard this song before.” I answer. 

All eyes are on me as soon as the words leave my mouth. 

“WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN? YOU HAVEN’T SEEN LEMONADE MOUTH?” Nick screams. I shake my head in response, watching his jaw drop impossibly further down. 

“YOU’VE SEEN LET IT SHINE AT LEAST, RIGHT?” Chris adds, raising his eyebrows. I lick my lips, sucking them in as I shake my head from left to right. Chris lets out a scream, placing his hands over his face. Nick stays in the same shell-shocked position. 

I look up, meeting Matt’s eyes that are also wide, in the rearview mirror. “How have you not seen the best Disney movies of all time?” He exclaims, his voice slightly higher. 

His soft tone brings a swarm of butterflies into my gut. I didn’t know he could sound so…friendly? 

“I um…I’ve never really seen many Disney movies.” I say. 

I could never really afford it. Even when my mom was still around, it was a struggle with bills. Her health declining brought more bills, starting as soon as she got pregnant with me. I was the reason behind her suffering, I watched as she suffered, straining everything to care for me. 

But, it wasn’t enough in the end. 

Her body simply wouldn’t move, her mind giving out completely. She couldn’t remember me at times. She was forced to stop working as my dad tried to solely support us. 

But, it wasn’t enough in the end. 

Nothing was ever enough. It was my greatest fear. All I wanted to do was to somehow make it out, become a person with a life revolving around things that mattered to me. Would it ever happen though? I don’t know. 

I just want to be enough to make her proud. Be enough for her. 

“How?!” Nick’s voice brings me back to reality as I just shrug my shoulders once more. “Just never had Disney, I was honestly on YouTube more than anything as a kid.” I say. 

They all exchange looks. “What?” I ask. “We have a YouTube channel actually.” Nick remarks. I’m taken aback by his statement. “Really? What do you do?” I ask. 

My eyes dart around, observing. Chris is happily looking out the window, Nick is smiling at me, and Matt is fisting the steering wheel with white knuckles. Is he angry? Is it at me? 

I look at his face through the rearview mirror, trying to analyze his face. He’s biting his lips, his eyebrows furrowed with…concern? His eyes shift, meeting mine as his face seems to relax. 

I watch as his shoulder fall. I look at his hands, watching his grip loosen. 

“What do you want? I was gonna get chicken nuggets, fries, and ice cream.” Nick states. “I’ll just do nuggets and fries, please.” I remark. 

Matt pulls up as Nick’s window starts to roll down. I furrow my own eyes, watching as he starts to order. Why is he ordering instead of Matt? I mean, it’s not against any rules. 

We continue through the drive thru, Nick handing out the food as we park in the parking lot of the McDonalds. He hands me chicken nuggets, fries, and an ice cream. 

“I didn’t get ice cream.” I point out. Nick shrugs, “I punched you in the tit, it’s the least I can do, honestly.” He replies, taking a bite out of a couple of fries. 

“Damn, if you weren’t gay I probably would’ve just fell in love.” I joke. The chorus of laughter brings a smile to my face. 

Nick’s laugh was reassuring, Chris’s laugh was contagious, but Matt’s laugh…was something else. It was softer than either of the others, a slight squeak at the end of each laugh. 

_ 

We had eaten our food in a fit of laughter. Chris and Nick had bickered nearly the entire time. Matt’s boneless laugh was a sound I could listen to endlessly. We were already driving back to the school, walking out back into the building. 

“What class do you have next?” Chris asks, slinging his arm around my shoulders. I let out a surprised noise from the unexpected action. “Chris! Get off of her! Sorry-he knows no boundaries.” Nick exclaims. 

Chris moves his arm off of me, huffing in annoyance. We walk further towards the building. “I have Writing 200, and he’s fine. As long as people don’t mistake me for one of your girls, I don’t want that kind of attention.” I joke. 

“I have my class right next to it, let’s walk together?” Nick suggests. I nod my head, walking side by side as Matt joins on my other side. We wave goodbye to Chris who pouts leaving. 

“I have Writing 200 too.” Matt says. 

“We have the same exact schedule then, huh?” I remark. 

He looks down at me questioningly, “You didn’t see me? We literally are table partners in English!” I exclaim. His mouth gapes open in an ‘O’ formation as he nods his head. 

“Sick, I guess so.” He responds. 

He doesn’t explain any further. Why did he leave this morning? I stop myself from asking the invasive question as we wave goodbye to Nick. The classroom is nearly empty except for Mrs. Evans. 

“Y/n! Matt! Good to see you both! Please, take a seat. I only assigned seats in the first class because of how many underclassmen were in it, please, feel free to sit wherever!” She exclaims. 

Matt gestures to the same table in the back. The same table I started my day with next to him. “Wanna sit together?” He suggests. I feel my stomach clench, my toes cracking as I shift between my feet. 

He wants to sit next to me?

“Yeah.” I reply, setting my bag on the same chair as earlier. He places his stuff down, sitting in the chair as I take a seat next to him. 

More students start rolling in, filling the seats until it’s nearly a full classroom. Matt suddenly nudges my arm with his elbow, holding out his phone. Ms. Evans is talking, taking attendance. 

I read the screen, seeing a groupchat of him and his brothers.

[Nick: invite her over tn for Disney movie plsss]

[Chris: or at least get her number :)]

Chris’s text rolls in fresh, Matt snatching the phone back with a pink hue coating his cheeks. I bite the inside of my cheek, suddenly jolting at the tender pain. He’s staring down at his phone.

I try to get his attention, waiting for him to look back up. His fingers type furiously in his lap. Do I tap him? 

I reach out, tugging lightly on his sweatshirt sleeve. His eyes meet mine. A shiver runs down my spine at the lack of distance between us. Pine and spices fill my nose, a scent that makes me want to breathe deeply. 

“I’ll come.” I mouth. He nods in response, a tight smile tugging on his lips. 

I turn back to the front of the classroom. I desperately want to be closer, smell the relaxing scent of pine and spices once more. I loved perfumes and colognes. I had always wanted one, but it wasn’t a need so I never got the luxury of having one. 

No amount of money I could make working a job would amount to a scholarship. I focused completely on school, earning grades while spending hours on schoolwork each night. 

Having no friends made that easier, but it was lonely. Although, I had never run into anyone I really wanted to be friends with. The only time I got asked to hang out was getting asked out on a date. 

One kid in particular, Jeffery, on the hockey team was super annoying about it. He had asked me out at least five times, never taking a simple no for an answer. I knew I wasn’t ugly and sometimes free food sounded tempting, but I knew what he was really wanting. 

I had overheard him talking about how he was ‘definitely gonna get me in bed.’ Long story short, I was never and I’m still never gonna let that happen. 

It was different with them. Nick had been so welcoming, Chris had been so happy, and Matt…Matt was Matt? 

I wanted to hang out with them, laugh like we did in the car more. It felt like something had clicked into place, teaching me what true fun was. My inner child has been long dead. But, laughing like that made me feel like my younger self would be proud of me. 

_

The same, boring lectures ensued about rules and policies. Matt was glued to his phone that was propped in front of his backpack on the desk. 

The bell rings as everyone basically starts speed walking-nearly running-to escape school. Matt waits as I finish gathering my stuff as we start walking back to the parking lot. 

“Wait, sorry, one second.” Matt says. He stops in his tracks as soon as we stand on the cement outside. He takes a couple of steps sideways as I tilt my head. “What are you doing?” I ask. 

I peep over his shoulder, seeing some sort of animation game. “Oh! What is that?” I exclaim. 

He looks over, realizing I’m able to see his phone screen. His cheeks are tinted with red as he pulls the phone to his chest. “Pokemon-Go, sorry. We can go.” He mumbles. 

He walks slightly in front of me as I struggle to keep pace. Arriving at his car, we hop in, waiting for Nick and Chris. I pull out my phone, opening an app that looks similar. 

“Is this it?” I ask, pushing the screen on the console. Matt looks at the screen and then twists his body to look back at me. “You’re serious? I thought you were mocking me, not gonna lie.” He says.

I shake my head, immediately starting to download the app. “No, hell no! It looks fun as fuck! You’re teaching me how to work this though. I’m already confused.” I say. 

He laughs as Chris and Nick pile into the car. “Will do.” He responds. 

Chris connects his phone to the aux, his phone playing the same song as earlier where it had left off. The next song starts to play as I clap my hands. “Oh my god! I love this song!” I exclaim. It’s Bags by Clario.

Chris snickers, “So does Matt.” 

I look up, seeing Matt already staring at me through the mirror. His eyes are wide. “You have good taste.” I compliment. His eyes relax, becoming less visible as a smile spreads across his cheeks. 

I feel my own lips curl in reaction. I bob my head to the beat slightly, watching as Matt’s ring-clad fingers tap on the steering wheel. 

[ariestrxsh]

stranger!matt x stranger!reader

🍁🍂 content warning: smut, fluff, strangers to lovers, oral (both m! and f!receiving), praise, semi-public/risky unprotected sex, literally just the cutest little smutty fic I've ever written

🍁🍂 summary: you and matt meet for the first time at a local coffee shop and spend the day together, bonding over your mutual appreciation for autumn.

this fic was requested/inspired by this ask

dividers by @/dollywons

Sunsetz

You wrinkled your nose as you stood in line at your favorite local coffee shop. It was your first time there since they'd rolled out their fall specials, and you fiddled with the sleeve of your mustard-colored sweater while you were going back and forth between the pumpkin spice latte and the pistachio latte, your eyes shifting around on the menu.

You'd finally made up your mind just in time for the cashier to make eye contact with you. "How are you doing?" She asked warmly, smiling with her eyes. "I'm good. How are you?" You responded, making pleasantries. "Great! What can I get for you?" She asked. "I'll have a large, hot pistachio latte, please," you responded, changing your mind at the last second.

"I'll have what she's having," the boy behind you stepped forward and grinned at you. He had brown hair, blue eyes, and a gorgeous smile. He had on a fall-colored flannel, jeans, and tan Timberland boots. He was the cutest boy you'd ever laid eyes on.

"You should get a different flavor, so we can try each other's drinks," you suggested to the stranger who was handing the barista his debit card. "I like the way you think. You pick which flavor I should get," he leaned closer to you. "Get the maple brown sugar latte," you smiled.

"Okay, one large, hot pistachio latte, and one large, hot maple brown sugar latte," he replied. The girl taking your order looked between the two of you, realizing she was witnessing the beginning of a whirlwind love story. "What's the name for the order?" She asked, her eyes lovingly shifting between you and the boy to your left. "Matt," he answered. He tipped her 25%, and after the interaction, the two of you stepped off to the side to wait for your drinks.

"So, you know my name. Now, what's yours?" Matt wondered, and you told him. "That's a pretty name," he smiled at you, and you couldn't help but smile back. "Thank you for buying my drink," you thanked him. "Thank you for allowing me to," he replied. Another girl who worked at the coffee shop hand-delivered your lattes to you in the lobby.

"Do you want to sit inside or outside?" The cute boy looked at you with his beautiful, blue eyes. "Let's sit outside. Fall is my favorite season. Nothing beats a hot coffee in the autumn breeze while watching the leaves fall," you told him. "Fall is my favorite, too! I couldn't agree more with what you just said," Matt replied, his face hurting from smiling.

The two of you found a nice, quiet place to sit outside on a bench under a tree whose leaves were starting to change color and float off the branches. You took a sip of your drink. The milk was perfectly silky, and the warm, sweet liquid filled your tastebuds, your eyes widening.

"Mmm, you have to try this," you handed your drink to him, and he handed his to you. Matt's drink was a bit sweeter and tasted just like maple syrup coffee. "This one's good, too, but I like mine better," you giggled, exchanging drinks once more.

"You know what I've always wanted to do?" He asked, intimately looking into your eyes. "What?" You wondered, studying his features. "I've always wanted to just set aside one full day to do every fall cliché. Fall activities are my favorite, and I'd love to just spend a whole day doing it all," he admitted. "Well, then it's a date. The day is young," you said, peering down at your watch and noticing it was a quarter past 9 a.m.

"You'd really spend a whole day with me doing autumn-themed stuff?" Matt blushed. "It would be my pleasure," you responded, smiling and taking another drink of your latte. "Well, first, we have to make a list of all the fall activities we love," Matt suggested.

"Apple picking for sure," you responded right off the bat. "Totally agree. Pumpkin patch obviously," Matt told you, taking a sip. "I begged my ex to take me to a pumpkin patch last fall, and he never did. He always thought they were corny," you responded, sounding annoyed and smoothing out your plaid skirt.

"Speaking of corny, cornmaze! But on a more serious note, your ex sounds like he didn't know how good he had it," Matt's gaze searched your facial features, fixating on your lips. "You don't have a boyfriend now, do you?" He asked, narrowing his eyes at you. You shook your head no.

"Good. I can't believe someone who would call themselves your boyfriend wouldn't take a girl as pretty as you to a pumpkin patch in autumn. His loss," Matt commented, drinking his maple latte. "You think I'm pretty?" You asked, your cheeks turning pink. "I really do," he said. "You're not so bad yourself," you teased, returning the compliment.

"What else would you want to do today?" He asked. "I know it might sound silly, but I love going to book stores during fall," you responded, finishing your drink. "Definitely. Bookstores and fall just go together. Let's do it," he agreed. "We'd better get started," you smiled at him, getting up from the bench.

Matt showed you where he was parked, and the two of you meandered through winding backroads until you stumbled upon an apple farm. The two of you carried your baskets from tree to tree while you lost yourself in Matt's blue eyes. Despite the other people around you apple picking, all the two of you could see were each other.

You told Matt about your hobbies, your passions, and your family. You told him about how you never felt like your parents saw you for who you were, but more their idea of you. "It feels like in my mom's mind, I stopped aging past a certain point, and she can't accept that I'm a different person than I was five years ago. It's really strange," you said, looking at your feet with your hands in the pockets of your skirt.

Matt opened up to you, too. He told you about his two triplet brothers and about the unique experience of coming into the world with two other people and about how he was always considered the shy and quiet one.

"It's not that I don't have anything to say. I just take a little longer to think about what I'm going to say before I say it, and by the time I'm ready to talk, the subject has changed three times. I don't know. Sometimes it's hard to finish my own thoughts when I'm alone, because I'm always used to people finishing my sentences for me or interrupting them," he admitted.

"I can relate to that. I just really value silence, and I feel like something has to be better than or more important than the silence for me to want to say it out loud. A lot of people talk just to fill the empty air," you told him.

The two of you shared more about yourselves, finding you had more and more in common as you went. You watched Matt pluck a few apples off the tree, and you noted how delicately and methodically he did this, and he noticed you watching him.

"Wanna know when an apple's perfect for picking?" He asked, and you gave him your full attention. "Hold it in your palm like this, and then roll back," he said, showing you and pivoting his wrist. The bright red apple popped right off. "If it snaps off the tree easily like that, it's ready," he taught you.

"I've been picking apples my whole life. I didn't know that trick," you responded. "Here, put your hand on that apple," he said, pointing at a shiny, ripe one. He placed his hand on top of yours, and you found yourself holding your breath. He helped you through the motion he was talking about. You couldn't take your eyes off of him.

"Yeah, the trick is to find the perfect balance. You grab it gently enough to keep from bruising it, but firmly enough that you don't drop it when it comes off," his voice grew slower and quieter as he turned his gaze from the freshly plucked fruit to you. "You know, you don't want to force it. You just let it happen naturally," he murmured, looking into your eyes until he wasn't talking about the apples anymore.

Under the apple tree was where you two shared your first kiss. You leaned in at the same time as he did. His hand instinctively reached up to cradle your face. He kissed the way he picked apples. Firmly but gently. His tongue lightly brushed against yours, and his soft, luscious lips melted into yours.

The two of you read each other's body language, matching one another's speed and tempo, and listening to know when to pull away. It happened like Matt had said it would, naturally.

Once you slowly opened your eyes after such a passionate kiss, the two of you smiled even harder than you had been all morning, and blood rushed to your cheeks as Matt told you how much he liked it. "I did, too."

"Try the apple we just picked," Matt said, handing you the ripe fruit. You took it from him and took a big bite, the juice filling your mouth and making a loud crunch as you sunk your teeth down into it. "It's perfect," you whispered. "It's perfect," he agreed.

You swooned over Matt as the two of you made your way to the next destination. "I can't believe we met two hours ago, and you're already taking me to a pumpkin patch," you murmured next to him in the car, gently running your fingers over the bit of scruff he had on his chin. He took one hand off the wheel and gently gripped your thigh while he looked over and gave you a warm smile.

You walked with Matt through the pumpkin patch leisurely while admiring the way he looked surrounded by the fall pallette, the warm tones bringing out the red tones in his hair. He thought you looked beautiful in the warm shades as well, making sure to take a few candid pictures of you on his phone while you picked out which pumpkin you wanted to take with you.

You settled on a rather small, perfectly round pumpkin nestled between two bigger ones. "I want this one," you told Matt, and he wrapped his arm around you and pulled you into his chest. "I'd find a way to bring home every pumpkin in the patch for you if you wanted," he told you before kissing you on the forehead, and you blushed.

It seemed hard to believe your ex didn't even care enough to take you to a pumpkin patch, and yet this beautiful stranger offered to bring home every pumpkin for you. You nearly teared up at his sweet words.

Once you'd finished up at your second destination, you were onto the third. You two were completely alone in the cornmaze, not having seen a single other person as you meandered through. The sun was high in the sky, and conversation between you and Matt continued to flow easily.

"I actually got lost in a cornmaze once when I was a kid. Couldn't find either of my parents, and I started crying, and some stranger had to help me out of the maze," you said, kind of embarrassed as the two of you walked through a cornmaze "That must have been so scary," he responded. "It's okay. I'm not afraid of them anymore," you laughed.

"This is so embarrassing, but the first time I ever saw porn, the people were like fucking in a corn field, and I couldn't go through a cornmaze without getting a boner for like a few years after that," he admitted, turning red. You giggled, appreciating his vulnerability.

"That's kind of hot," you said, stopping and turning to him. Matt's eyes darted around for a second, nervous about all the attention he felt on him. "What? What are you thinking?" He asked, shrugging and blushing. "We're the only ones here right now," you chuckled before dropping to your knees in front of him.

His eyes widened as your hands reached for the button on his jeans. He couldn't believe this was really happening. You slowly pulled down his zipper and reached into his underwear, drawing out his member.

You delivered a long, slow lick from the base all the way to his tip, holding eye contact the entire time. You felt him stiffen in your hand as blood immediately rushed to it, and he let out a soft moan. You nestled him between your lips, gently spiraling your tongue around his swollen head.

He twitched against the roof of your mouth as his hand found its way to the back of your head. He ever so gently but passionately pushed down, burying just a bit more of his length past your lips. You slowly bobbed up and down, still looking into his beautiful, blue eyes that were rolling back into his head.

You teased the underside, softly running your tongue along a sweet spot and tenderly sucking on it while a few delighted noises escaped from the boy you were knelt in front of. He couldn't get enough of the way you worked your soft, warm mouth on his sensitive nerve endings. "That's it. Keep going," he moaned, running his thumb over your cheek.

You savored every up and down motion, drawing it out and letting Matt feel every subtlety while you learned the details of his shaft with your tongue, tracing every vein and ridge. You moved your attention back up to the tip, rolling your tongue around on the mushroom shape, paying close attention to what Matt was responsive to.

"Atta girl," he praised you, delighting in every sensation. He ran his fingers through your hair, looking down at the way his length was tucked neatly behind your lips while you looked up at him with your big, doe eyes. "Shit. I'm cumming," he whispered, his eyes starting to glaze over before he let out a few satisfied sounds he'd been holding back for a while.

His glorious member pulsated against your tongue as he released his seed into your mouth, and you swallowed the evidence of the good time you'd just shown him. "Wow," he whispered after he finished and started to button and zip his jeans back up, looking around to make sure you two were still the only ones in the cornmaze.

"Was that good?" You asked, wiping a bit of saliva from your chin and smiling up at him. "It was incredible," he smiled while he caught his breath, and the two of you continued on your way. You knew it was rather forward of you to give head to a man you'd met only about four hours prior, but he didn't seem to mind, and it just all felt kind of natural with him.

The two of you held hands as you found yourselves through the rest of the maze, slowly falling even deeper in love with each other the more you learned about one another.

"What's your biggest fear?" Matt asked, getting to know you. "Heights," you responded, looking down at your feet as you walked. "What about yours?" Your eyes raised to meet Matt's. "Ketchup," he confidently responded, raising his eyebrows at you. "You know, I actually understand that. I have this thing with mayonnaise," you giggled.

"No way. I've never met anyone else with a condiment phobia like I have," Matt stopped walking and widened his eyes at you. "Yeah. I hate the stuff. Don't want it on my food. Don't want it near my food. Don't want it near me," you responded, shaking your head. "That's exactly how I feel about ketchup," Matt smiled at you.

"Still down to go to the bookstore? You're not gonna just take the blowjob and run?" You asked, only half-kidding, having been used by men so many times before you were no longer shocked by their behaviors.

He stopped walking for a moment, turning to you and grabbing you by the waist to pull you closer into him, and he kissed you deeply and passionately. "Of course I'm not gonna run," Matt assured you, looking into your eyes. You couldn't deny how smitten you were with him, and you found yourself wanting to spend every day for the rest of your life with him.

The two of you made your way to the bookstore in Matt's car, stealing glances from one another every few seconds and when your eyes would land on each other at the same time, you'd both blush and smile. The two of you settled on a book store neither of you had ever heard of and next to it was a cute little Café where they were advertising their spiced hot cider and Matt offered to buy you each a cup to which you accepted.

And as the two of you floated into the bookstore with your cider, you guys talked about your favorite books. "My favorite book of all time has to be The Great Gatsby," you confidently told him. "That's a great book," Matt agreed. "Like when it comes to imagery, The Great Gatsby nailed it, and the symbolism. Just a great book. So well-written," you told him.

"You're kind of a nerd, huh?" Matt teased you as the two of you wandered aimlessly through the narrow aisles of shelves covered in books from every genre, every time period, and not appearing to be in any specific order. "What? And you're not?" You snarked back. "No, I'm definitely kind of a nerd. That's why I like you," he smirked at you.

"What's your favorite book, nerd?" You nudged him in the arm. "I don't know about my favorite book, but I recently read Perks of Being a Wallflower, and I loved it," Matt told you. "I love that book," you replied. "I can definitely relate to Charlie a lot, you know," he told you, nervously rubbing his neck and opening up to you about his mental health struggles and not being sure if he could say for sure or not if he had depression or anxiety, but he told you about his time in therapy and how he related to a lot of the symptoms.

You took his hand, and this gesture assured him he wouldn't ever have to take it on alone as long as you were around, and he found a solace in the way you ran your thumb over the back of his hand as you held it.

"How will I know when it gets bad?" You asked him, giving him your full attention. "I tend to isolate and lose interest in things I love, but I really trust you, so I'll try to reach out and let you know when it's getting bad," Matt assured you. You smiled warmly at him.

"Oh, The Book Thief!" You exclaimed, your eyes fixating on the bookshelf behind Matt where the title jumped out at you. "I've been meaning to read this. It was recommended to me by a friend," you said, picking it up and flipping through the pages. "Does your friend hate you? That book's so depressing," Matt snorted.

"I love sad books," you responded defensively. "Well, it's a great book. You're gonna love it," Matt said, taking the book from you and holding it under his arm while he relished in how cute you looked when you were excited.

The two of you continued walking through the bookstore together, picking up old books and smelling their musty, worn pages, and talking about your other favorite classic books while you each sipped on your hot cider. You looked down at your watch and noticed it was getting close to sundown.

"Matt, we have to find somewhere to watch the sunset. It's getting late, and that would be the perfect way to end our perfect-fall-day date together," you said, grabbing onto his arm. Matt insisted on buying The Book Thief for you before you shuffled out of the bookstore.

"I know the perfect place we can watch the sunset from," Matt glanced over at you while the two of you were in his car on your way to the next adventure. He took you to an empty park, and the two of you hiked to the swing set at the top of the hill.

You and Matt sat silently in your swings, gently swaying back and forth while the two of you watched the bright burning ball of light slowly descend below the horizon, taking with it the warm glow that illuminated the atmosphere. The silence with Matt was comfortable as the two of you took in the sight until Matt's voice broke through the sound barrier.

"I don't want to freak you out, but I've been thinking about returning the favor all day, and I've been waiting for us to be alone," Matt said, dropping to his knees in front of you. "May I?" He inquired, tracing the inside of your thigh with his fingers as he hesitantly reached up your skirt with a trembling hand.

You were taken off guard but incredibly flattered by his gesture, and you slowly nodded while you looked down at him wide-eyed while taking your bottom lip between your teeth.

He slowly slipped his head between your legs, kissing you and gently massaging your clit through your underwear with his thumb. He gripped the waistband of your panties and tugged them off of you while you lifted yourself up to help him.

He parted your thighs and spread you open with his fingers while he licked his lips. "Your pussy is so beautiful," he praised you while he looked up at you with his crystal blue eyes. Then he buried his face between your legs again, sensually and tenderly tracing your folds with long licks.

Your breath started to speed up, and your heart started to beat faster as he started lightly teasing your clit. You let out a soft whine and threw your head back as he slowly continued his journey with his tongue.

He engulfed your sensitive bud, taking it between his lips and humming against it. Your legs involuntarily fell shut around Matt's ears, and you tightly gripped the chains of the swing.

There was nothing more romantic than Matt passionately eating you out beneath the pink and orange-painted autumn sunset.

His mouth had you under a spell. Your hand found its way entwined in Matt's hair, gently running your fingers through it while he gingerly sucked on your bundle of nerves. He pulled away for a moment, fixing his gaze on you and the way the sunset reflected back at him in your eyes.

"You taste so sweet," he complimented you before delving back in, his tongue swirling between your folds, manipulating your cunt in the best way. You'd never had a man go down on you so enthusiastically and so skillfully before.

A few more soft whimpers got away from you as Matt held the swing steady. Your whole body began go tremble, and a surge of euphoria traveled through your system as Matt treated you to the best head of your life. "Oh, Matt. Please don't stop," you moaned in a breathy and desperate voice, and he didn't dream of it.

He proceeded to hungrily lap up your wet warmth, every once in a while creating a bit of suction, and he relished in the way you responded to every subtle flick of his tongue across your clit. "Good girl," Matt moaned against your pussy as he felt you get close.

His praise sent you over the edge, and you violently shook with one hand on the back of Matt's head, encouraging him to keep going, and the other hand securely holding onto the swing chain. You watched as the sky turned to dusk, the sun sinking beneath your range of view while Matt's mouth worked tirelessly, bringing you to orgasm.

Your climax cascaded through you, sending ripples of delight through every extremity, and the sensation intensified being in a semi-public place while you rode the wave of pleasure, letting it overtake you. Your body convulsed, and the hand entangled in Matt's hair started to gently tug on his brown locks as you finished on his tongue, several satisfied whimpers tearing through you.

Matt pulled away once your orgasm was through taking its course, and he peered up at you with his bedroom eyes. "Was that good?" Matt timidly asked. "Are you kidding?" You breathlessly whispered to the boy still kneeling in front of you as you combed through his hair with your fingers. "No one's ever made me cum from head before." Matt blushed, flattered he could do for you what no man had successfully done before.

He helped you slip your panties back on before the two of you sauntered back to the car, wanting to drag the day out further. "I don't want this night to end now," Matt admitted as he held the passenger door open for you. "What if it didn't?" You softly asked, searching his expression with your eyes, silently begging him to kiss you again.

Reading your body language, he reached up and cupped your face with one hand, and his lips met yours, your tongues swirling against each other's while you imagined what it would be like to wake up next to him every morning. "Stay the night with me. Please," Matt whispered, looking into your eyes and holding your face with both his palms after he pulled away from your deep kiss.

"Can we have a camp fire and sleep under the stars tonight?" You asked him, returning the same loving expression he gave you. He eagerly nodded at you, loving that idea. "I already have blankets and pillows in my car. We just need some lighter fluid and firewood," Matt told you, smiling.

So the two of you stopped for camp fire supplies, and Matt took you to his favorite camping spot. Under the clear, starry night, Matt got the fire going while you sat bundled up in a blanket, and the sound of the crackling accompanied by the smell of the smoke as it rose from the burning wood and dwindled off into the atmosphere, brought you a feeling of peace.

Matt nestled in next to you beneath the fleece fabric as the two of you talked about all the positive memories you had associated with camping and camp fires, exchanging childhood stories and family lore. He was such a good listener, asking more questions and repeating things you'd said earlier on in the day. He held eye contact with you, almost making you nervous because you weren't used to having someone's undivided attention like that.

While you fell more deeply into conversation and more deeply in love, the two of you watched the chemical reaction before your eyes which was a perfect metaphor for your whirlwind love story and the way you were burning up with desire for one another.

The two of you shared another deep, long, passionate kiss, and before you knew it, your hands were wandering and so were Matt's. Pieces of clothing slowly came off as you traced each other's bodies with your lips. "I didn't know you had tattoos. You've been wearing this flannel all day," you said in a low voice, tracing the ink on his shoulders as it glowed in the light of the fire.

And before you knew it, you were on Matt's lap, straddling him, bouncing up and down on his member while his hands were gripping your waist, helping you ride him. Your moans and Matt's filled the forest air as your souls intertwined. Matt was present with you the whole time, showering you with compliments, looking into your eyes, reading the language your body silently spoke to him, and attuning himself to you.

"Are your legs getting tired, baby?" He asked you in between his fervent whimpers, noticing your wobbly knees and slowed movements. You nodded, and in one swift motion, he was on top of you, pinning you to the ground and gently thrusting into you, delighting in the sounds you made into his ear.

Despite being half-clothed and how cold it was outside, the fire and your body heat kept each other warm. You dragged your fingernails down Matt's shirtless back and squeezed your legs around his waist as he drove his member into you again and again. It didn't take much. Matt's passionate and drawn out thrusts hit your gspot everytime, triggering the knot in your stomach to snap.

"Oh, Matt," you whined, your whole body tensing up and trembling as your pretty pussy clenched around his girth. "Cum for me, pretty girl," he quietly mumbled to you. He pulled you into another kiss. The way you rhythmically throbbed around him had Matt following seconds behind you.

As the two of you finished, each for the second time that day, moaning into each other's mouth, Matt's strokes slowed to a stop, and he collapsed onto your rising and falling chest. You cradled his head and ran your fingers through the pretty boy's hair, thanking him for how good he made you feel.

The two of you giggled and blushed about sharing such an intimate experience only having known each other for about twelve hours, but it didn't matter because you knew he was it for you, and he felt the same way. Neither one of you saw the need to beat around the bush or be indirect with one another, because you could both feel the undeniable chemistry, love, and sexual tension that flowed through the both of you when you looked at each other.

You two laid there under the blanket of stars for several minutes, soaking up each other's presence, and Matt finally broke the silence. "You remember how this morning you told me you didn't have a boyfriend? I'm changing that. You're all mine, and I'm all yours."

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[strnilolover]

Cabin On The Mountain

in which . . . matt and reader decide to go to a cabin for a get away up on the mountains, secluded from everyone and everything else. what happens when they get snowed in their first night and matt decides on how to keep them busy?

content warnings : this is a short little mini series that will explicitly contain smut and mature themes. this whole thing will basically be smut with zero to very little plot whatsoever. this also skips a lot, so they are all different days and things they do each day. length also may very (they will mostly be short, but can be longer).

additional warnings : smut. oral (fem receiving). !DISCLAIMER! matt does begin to eat reader out as she is asleep. things like this need to be discussed with your partner first and be given consent before you ever think about doing this. she does wake up during it and reinstate’s her consent. 

intro , one

IN BED

day three…

the previous day went by in a blur. spent making hot chocolate and sitting on the couch—cuddled against one another as you and matt watched movie after movie. it wasn’t boring—no—that was exactly how you guys liked to spend your time.

but what you didn’t know, was what matt had already planned in his head for the days you were snowed in.

the sun have barely began to rise when matt had woken up, his body propped up and turned toward yours as his eyes steadily traced the delicate rise and fall of your chest. you looked so peaceful, so lost in sleep with your lips slightly parted—just the sight of you like this made his cock stir in his pants.

a smirk curled at his lips as his first of many, ideas formed. what better way to start the morning?

he chuckled to himself before he slowly shifted on the bed, making sure to keep his movements light and careful as he lifted the covers above his head, slipping under them. he gently slid between your legs, parting them just enough for his body to slot between them.

his hands were warm against your plush skin, gripping them softly as he spread your legs wider, showing him your pantie covered core—a small wet patch already forming on the center. he grinned, lifting your legs to rest over his shoulders as he leaned down, pressing slow teasing kisses to the inside of your thighs.

your body barely stirred as he continued to press another, then another and another. inching his way up until his breath ghosted over your covered core, pressing a light kiss to your clothed clit before he pulled away again.

he brought one hand down, slowly slipping your panties to the side to reveal your already slick folds. the sight of you already wet for him—even when asleep—has him groaning lowly, pressing his hips down into the mattress to relieve the growing ache of his now hard dick.

leaning back down, matt’s tongue flicked out, licking a bold stripe through your folds, your body twitching although you were still lost in sleep. he exhaled a quiet chuckle, entertained by how easily you responded to him—even subconsciously.

he kept going, slowly dragging his tongue all the way up—swirling and flicking at your clit before going back down, taking his time and savoring the way you began to shift under him, your breathing uneven now, soft little noises slipping past your lips.

it wasn’t until he wrapped his lips around your clit and sucked gently that you let out the sweetest moan, your hips jerking slightly to chase the feeling of his warm, wet mouth.

that’s it.

your body shifted, beginning to squirm as your fingers twitched, reaching blindly for him, but the heavy blankets kept you from moving properly. that only made it better. you were helpless beneath him, forced to take whatever he gave you.

“matt—” your voice was breathy, needy, barely able to form the words as his mouth continued to devour you as if you were his last meal.

he hummed against you, shaking his head back and fourth, letting the vibration send another jolt through your body. “morning sweetheart.” he murmured, before dragging his tongue over you again, slow and sinful.

you moaned, head pressing back into the pillow as pleasure coiled hot and tight in your stomach. “please..k-keep going.” you whined. and he didn’t let up—if anything, he got more insistent, moving to keep his tongue focused right in your sensitive clit.

your body tensed, your moans coming quicker, breathier, until the band in your stomach snapped rather quickly—your back arched, thighs trembling as your orgasm crashed over you. he held you through it, hands gripping your hips, mouth relentless until you were too sensitive to take any more.

slowly he pulled back, pressing one last teasing kiss to your bundle of nerves—watching your body jolt again and then to your inner thigh before crawling back up, smirking as he pulled the blankets down just enough to see your face. your cheeks were flushed, your lips parted, and you looked up at him with dazed, half-lidded eyes.

“now that’s a way to wake up,” you breathed, still trying to catch your breath from the sudden onslaught of pleasure.

matt grinned, brushing a stray strand of hair from your face before leaning in, his lips hovering just above yours. “we’ve got all day, baby,” he murmured, his voice low and thick with intent.

“and I plan on fucking you on every surface in this cabin until that snow outside is gone.”

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[angeliolo]

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[dominicfikeenthusiast]

MORNING / MATT STURNIOLO

“the feeling below his stomach ever so prominent this morning”

matts arms wrapped around your waist from the behind, his head resting gently in the crook of your neck. your bodies were pressed up against each-other, so close. “fuck” matt mumbled, the feeling below his stomach ever so prominent this morning.

usually matt would think this was some what of a calm morning, with you fast asleep in his arms, the sunshine beginning to creep through the window. but right now all matt could think of was the very uncomfortable bulge in his pj’s.

matt knew he couldn’t fix the problem himself, espically with you right beside him. god he never wanted you to be awake so bad. his hips involuntarily were rubbing against your ass.

you shuffled a little, a small soft breath leaving your mouth. matt was hoping that meant you were waking up. “baby” he whispered. you let out a little incoherent mumble, still being half-asleep. although you were conscious enough to feel matt. you moved your hips pushing your self back into matt a tiny bit more. which in turn woke you up even more.

“oh god” he groaned. biting his lips to contain a moan. “please, i need you” mumbles matt. you let out a soft hum. his lips brushed against your neck, peppering you with soft kisses. “matt” you whispered. “can you help me baby? i’ll do everything i promise, just gotta lay here f’me” he mumbled in between kisses.

god he sounded so desperate, but more so you could feel how desperate he was. you felt a little bad knowing he was probably so uncomfortable. and you had to admit, morning sex didn’t sound so bad. “mmm go ahead” you mumble.

a small smile on matt’s face appeared when you gave him the confirmation he needed. his hips bucked forwards again, causing a small moan to exist your mouth. hearing your little noises, only made matt harder, if that was even possible.

matt shifted his body on tops of yours. his lips immediately attaching onto yours. “thank you” he whispered, as his fingers latched onto your shorts, swiftly pulling them off. his cold fingers glided across your thin wet underwear, in between your folds making you gasp. “so wet f’me already” he whispered.

matt didn’t waste any more time. removing your underwear and his pjs which he conveniently wasn’t wearing boxers underneath. his throbbing cock immediately springing out. his tip glistening with pre-cum. “need you so bad” he whispers, placing him self in-between your legs.

matt put one hand on your hip, to hold you in place. the other held your hand, his fingers brush against yours. “take a deep breath f’me yeah?” he whispered. you did as he did, while he slowly slid the tip in. you let out another gasp, much louder this time. “oh fuck” matt moans, slowly pushing himself deeper.

“mmm- feel so good wrapped around me, so perfect” matt praises. slowly he began pumping himself in & out of you. “matt” you moan. “god i’m so lucky” he groans, his dick hitting your spot. causing another loud moan to leave your mouth.

his lips meet your neck again, leaving soft marks against your skin. as he continues the slow movements of his hips rocking back & forth. the room filled the echoes of just your moans.

it’s only a couple moments later before you feel that ever so familiar knot in your stomach. so could matt whom was patiently waiting for you to finish first. although he didn’t speed up, or rush you. he just took his time, feeling himself push deeper & deeper inside of you. your walls wrapped so tightly around his dick.

“oh god- mm gonna cum” you mumble out. matt gently squeezed your hand in response. as the feeling washed through your body. “oh fuck- matt” you moan out one last time as you orgasm.

matt let out a low gullutural moan, his grip on your hips tighten as he released “fuckkk” he groans, his body falling beside yours. a sigh of relief hits you both as you lay down.

a moment of silence drifts through the room. matt fingers idly drawing circles on your skin. your head laying gently onto his chest. a sense of comfort is evident.

it’s not long till you interrupt the silence. “soo what are we feeling for breakfast?” you ask trying not to giggle. matt lets out a small chuckle. “whatever you want” he says. “but i can’t believe that’s the first thing you say after we just fucked” matt snorts.

“yeah yeah, whatever, i should’ve said something boring like good-morning matt” you respond rolling your eyes playfully.

matt smiles “good-morning pretty” he whispers. placing a soft kiss onto your lips.

·:*¨༺ ♱ ੈ‧₊˚ ✮ ੈ‧₊˚ ♱ ༻¨*:·

𝜗𝜚 - ps. morning sex 😵‍💫😵‍💫 #need that

also wrote this early in the morning so not proof read, i apologize 😭

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[blushsturns]

what if u write a fic where chris ties down sub!reader and he edges her until she's literally sobbing shaking crying

title: tied up

warnings: this contains explicit content and portrays rough sex, but it is all consensual. daddy kink, edging, pet names, rough sex, unprotected p in v

w/c: 1325

as much as chris loved seeing your pretty face all dumbed out and spent, there was something so intoxicating about seeing you like this; face buried against the sheets with your hands skillfully tied behind your back, ass up and your needy pussy on full display. all for him.

fuck, what a sight to see. you looked so fucking perfect and he couldn’t get enough of how well your pussy took his cock as he slammed into you repeatedly, hitting your sweet spot with each and every thrust. your legs started to shake uncontrollably, a string of muffled moans falling from your lips.

“you’re taking it like such a good girl, aren’t you, ma?” he grunted out through gritted teeth as his hands grabbed onto your ass cheeks, fingers digging into the flesh causing you to push your ass back against him. “such a good girl f’me.”

his thrusts were relentless and your body was full on shaking uncontrollably now. your hips rutted back against him to try and match his rapid paced thrusts as he pounded in and out of your tight heat vigorously. the way your tight pussy swallowed him whole each and every time he pounded into you was such an intoxicating feeling and he was fucking obsessed.

chris was a freak in the sheets and you fucking loved it. you also loved the aftercare you’d receive once he was finished with you, but it always left you sore and unable to walk properly for days after. chris fucking loved knowing he could do that to you.

your moans were becoming more intense, your arms stayed tied behind your back as he pounded into you relentlessly. you tilted your head to the side to breathe, choking out a couple moans as you look back at him with pleading eyes. you could tell you were about to cum. your stomach tightened, fire coursing throughout your veins. “daddy i’m gonna cum. can i cum?” you asked him through choked moans, pushing your hips back into his as he continued to fuck into you.

he growled at this, shaking his head at your words. once he felt your pussy start to flutter, signaling you were about to cum, he abruptly (and oh so rudely) pulled out of you causing a whiny groan to leave your lips. “no. you absolutely may not cum.” he said through his clenched teeth, anger building up inside of him.

you felt yourself on the brink of tears at the sudden loss of his cock no longer inside of you, your pussy clenching onto nothingness. this wasn’t the first time you have witnessed chris like this in bed. you loved every single second of it. the pure dominance, the roughness, the ability to make you feel so fucking good that you are brought to tears. he’s denied you of orgasms before, but this one seemed to be the worst one yet.

“chris.” you cried out, looking back at him with tears now spilling down your cheeks, rutting your hips back against the bed in hopes to grind against something, but his cock now was rubbing against your ass cheeks. “please. please let me cum?”

he shook his head in disbelief at your pleas, a darkened chuckle emitting from his lips. he lifted his hand up and instantly made contact with your ass cheek, causing your body to jolt forward and let out a sharp gasp. a pinkish colored hue was visible on your danity skin, both of his hands kneading your ass cheeks in smooth, slow circles. you moaned at the feeling, your core throbbing and dripping wet with your arousal. “you can do better than that, princess. beg for it, like the dirty little whore you are. come on. i know you can do it.”

you loved seeing him like this. even though he was teasing you beyond belief, it was so fucking hot to see him in his element. you looked back at him with pleading eyes, tears streaming down your already tear stained cheeks. “please, daddy! let me cum! need you to fuck me until i can’t even stand straight. want you to pump your cum deep inside of you and fill me to the brim. need you to fuck me like the dirty slut i am.” you choked out your words, rutting your hips back and letting out a gasp as you felt the tip of his cock again your glistening folds once again. “please daddy! fuck me and let me cum! i’m all yours. use me as your personal fuck toy.”

you could hardly see him now through your blurred vision before blinking back more tears, your arms aching from being tied up behind your back as you impatiently wait for him to listen to your eager pleas.

chris grunted in response to your pleas, running his tip along your folds repeatedly, licking over his lips in a hungry motion. “such a dirty little whore. begging to be fucked like one. need to cum, baby? that’s so cute. i don’t think you’re ready for it.”

“daddy please! i am ready! i need it.” you cry out, rutting your hips back to feel his cock slowly slide into your tight heat once again causing your head to roll back against the pillow and immediately moaning out in pure ecstasy, your moans muffled against the pillow.

he lets out a growl, shaking his head at your desperation. he was getting fed up with it, but also with the fact that he was also edging himself in the process which wasn’t fun at all. “fine. you can be a dirty little whore and take this cock and cum all over it. but you also have to let me cum deep inside of this tight little pussy too.” he grunted out, running his tip up and down your glistened wet folds.

chris begins to thrust back inside of you, allowing you to take every inch of him until he’s balls deep inside of you. you let out a loud cry, your face pressed against the pillow. he grabs onto your ass cheeks for leverage as his thrusts grow more erratic, signaling his release was rapidly approaching.

your pussy swallowed his cock so nicely, squelching sounds of your arousal surrounding his thickened cock as he pounds into you relentlessly, hitting your g-spot with each and every thrust. “fuck, such a dirty slut.” he grunts out, sweat pooling against his hairline and down to his forehead as he speeds up his thrusts.

the only sounds in the room are of your bodies making contact and your breathy moans. you were so close and now that he gave you permission, you can fully let go. “g-gonna..cum!” you cried out against the pillow, your words muffled against the fabric as you thrust your ass back into him.

he raises his hand up to smack your ass once again before gripping onto it roughly to hold onto it as he continues to pound into you, the feeling of your pussy beginning to flutter and clench around him causing him to let out a throaty groan. he was so damn close to his orgasm. “yeah? you gonna cum all over this big fuckin’ dick baby? do it. prove to me how much of a fuckin’ cockslut you are.” he spoke through gritted teeth, his head lolling to his shoulder as he continued to pound into you.

after giving you the permission finally, you came all over his cock and he filled you up to the brim. your arms went limp as they fell to your sides, your body falling onto the bed as his release spills out of you.

chris was great at aftercare, grabbing a washcloth to clean you up, water for you to drink and cuddle you underneath the sheets.

sure, he edged you, but at least he gave you what you wanted in the end. after all, he wanted it too.

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-nessa ღ

[eclipsturns]

⎯⎯⎯⎯ wine not ? . . .

the apartment glows soft under the hum of string lights, a cocoon of warmth against the dusk creeping through y/n’s windows. she’s fussing with the table—two mismatched plates, a candle flickering in a chipped holder—when the knock comes, steady and sure.

chris stands there, broad-shouldered in a faded green jacket, dark hair curling at the edges, a shy grin tugging his lips. in one hand, a bouquet of daisies, petals trembling like they’re nervous too; in the other, a brown paper bag, edges crinkling, and a plush teddy bear, small and brown, dangling by his side.

“these are f’you,” he says, voice a gentle rumble, handing her the flowers first, then the bear. “saw it at the store, looked like you, all soft ‘n’ shit. sprayed it with my cologne so y’got me even when m’not around.” she takes it, pressing it to her nose—woodsy, warm, chris—and her chest flutters, a quiet laugh spilling out.

“you’re so sweet it’s stupid,” she teases, stepping aside to let him in, the daisies already finding a home in a mason jar on the counter.

he shrugs off his jacket, revealing a plain white tee stretched over his frame, and sets the bag down: pizza, still steaming through the box, garlic knots twisted and golden, a little tub of marinara glinting red. “deal was i’d bring the eats,” he says, unpacking with care, his fingers brushing hers as he slides a plate her way.

she leans in quickly, impulsively kissing his cheek, soft and fleeting, and he freezes, a flush creeping up his neck. “damn, warn a guy,” he chuckles, but his hand finds her waist, pulling her close for a real kiss, lips warm, moving slowly against hers, tasting of mint and promise.

they settle on the couch, cross-legged, knees knocking, trading bites and words. “you ever burn a pizza this bad?” she asks, nodding at a charred edge, and he grins.

“once... nick almost called the fire department.”

her laugh fills the space, bright and unguarded, and he watches her, eyes soft, like she’s a melody he can’t unhear.

“what’s y’drink game?” he prompts, and she rises, hips swaying as she pads to the kitchen, returning with a bottle of red wine—deep, ruby, catching the light.

“thought we’d class it up,” she says, pouring a glass, but chris tilts his head, gentle.

“don’t really drink—s’cool if you do, though. i’m not fussed.” his tone’s kind, no edge, just chris's steady, honest vibe.

she pauses, glass hovering, then smirks, “always three steps ahead,” and ducks back to the fridge, pulling out a cold pepsi, silver can sweating. “knew you’d probably say that, so i gotcha covered.” he takes it, cracking it open with a hiss, the fizz a quiet song between them.

they eat, pizza grease on their fingers, garlic knots torn and shared, pepsi and wine clinking in a mismatched toast. the night deepens, slow and syrupy, his laughter softening into something heavier, his gaze lingering on her lips, her collarbone, the way her tee slips off one shoulder.

“you’re so damn pretty, y’know that?” he murmurs, voice dipping, and she rolls her eyes, but her pulse quickens, a warmth spreading she can’t blame on the wine.

he shifts closer—tentative, then bold—fingers brushing her hand, tracing up her arm, a silent question in his eyes. “you’r wine’s sittin’ there lookin’ lonely,” he says, softer now, and she arches a brow, “thought you didn’t drink?”

he shrugs, a flicker of mischief breaking through. “maybe i’ll try it, but different way.”

he takes the glass, dips his fingers in and drags them slow across her neck, painting a jagged line, the liquid cold against her heat. she gasps, soft, and he leans in, kissing it off, lips sucking gentle, tongue flicking, wine and skin blending tart and sweet.

it builds, deliberate, molten, and he dips again, trails wine down her arm, her wrist, licking each path clean, his breath hitching as her fingers curl into his hair.

“chris—” she whispers, half-laugh, half-plea, and he pulls back, eyes dark, glass trembling in his grip.

“you trust me?” he asks, voice husky, and she nods, breathless, as he nudges her back—flat on the couch—tugging her shorts down, baring her to the dim glow.

he pours the wine slowly, red liquid spilling over her thighs, pooling at her core, a ruby sheen glinting on her skin.

“fuck, you look like art,” he mutters, reverent, then dives his mouth on her, tongue plunging through the wine, lapping at her folds, her clit, a messy, fervent dance of wet and heat.

she moans—loud, unraveling—hips bucking as he sucks, slow then fast, the tartness of the wine mixing with her slick, his groans vibrating against her. “chris, oh god,” she chokes, hands fisting his shirt, and he grips her thighs, spreading her wider, drinking her deep.

wine and her, a feast he won’t quit.

she shatters, a sudden cry tearing free, body arching as she cums, pulsing against his tongue, the best she’s ever felt, electric and endless. he pulls back, lips stained red, grinning soft and dazed, wiping his chin.

“told ya i’d make it good.”

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[loxsturn]

ssura chris

“i know you need it its not like you gettin it from anywhere else”

—chris’s head between your legs his tongue working over your pussy had you in pure pleasure, sure you and chris have fucked but he always refused to eat you out because it was “to intimate”. but after one lil comment you made here he was fingers thrusting in and out of you as he sucked and licked over your clit like he was starving, a whine slipped your lips as you placed your arm over your mouth “nah cmon baby let me hear how good im makin you feel” his fingers gripped your thighs pulling you even closer to his face like he couldn’t get enough, the sight alone of your juices dripping down his face was enough to make you cum. chris laughed as he looked up to see your fucked out expression. he deadass laughed. “feels so good its got you droolin?” you couldn’t respond, too focused on the way his fingers and mouth felt on you. your head flew back as he curled his fingers in you hitting your sweet spot repeatedly “f-fuck oh my god chris” you felt the pit in your stomach tighten and your legs began to shake around his head “thats it baby just like that doin so good f’me” your whole body seized as your orgasm crashed through you coating chris’s face and fingers soaking the bedsheets, pulling away and sucking you off his fingers before licking his lips chris looks up at you “think we needa start doin that more yeah?”

@loxsturn

[mattsstarlet]

https://www.tumblr.com/mattsstarlet/776434201760317440/what-are-candy-and-matt-up-to-tonight

i hope they end up having the hottest sex ever after she’s done streaming :3

pornstar!matt fucking camgirl!reader after her cam show.

warning: daddy kink, degradation.

based right after this ask.

“thank you for watching…” you hiccuped, moving the cursor over to the ‘end’ button and clicking it. matt was quick to shut your laptop, grabbing your ankles and pulling you to edge of the bed, a little gasp leaving your lips.

“look at this pretty little pussy.” matt mumbled, spreading your legs open and licking his thumb, pressing it lightly onto your clit. you shuddered, your cunt overstimulated and sensitive by the many times he made you cum from just your vibrator. “you were so good for the camera, sweet girl.”

you moaned, rolling your eyes back once you felt matt’s cock brush through your wet folds, your thighs trembling. “f-fuck, matt. mm-hmm.”

he grinned, letting out a groan as he inserted his dick into your warm, gummy walls, his hand finding your throat. “y’feel so good, baby. this my pussy, huh? i own it?”

matt could’ve sworn he felt your needy cunt flutter around him, your hands reaching up and wrapping around his wrist. “uh huh…. s’your pussy, daddy.” you slurred, your head broken and brainless.

“dirty fuckin’ girl.” his grip on your flesh, tightening just enough to apply pressure. “makin’ me wanna press ‘live’ just so ya fans can see what a slut you are f’me.”

© 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗍𝗌𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗅𝖾𝗍

[worldlxvlys]

control

dealer! chris sturniolo x reader

warnings: smutttt, overstimulation, edging, orgasm denial, p in v, cream pie, cursing, oral (male + fem receiving), 69, drug use

summary: the effects of the weed that you and chris were smoking made you horny enough, but add his recent insta pictures into the mix ? any sense of self-control you had left your body and suddenly, all you could focus on was making him a trembling, whiny mess under you.

a/n: idea credits to my love @hearts4chriss <33

everything was hazy.

my red eyes drooped ever so lightly, eventually fluttering closed as i took a hit from the joint that chris and i were sharing.

the smoke floated around in the air while we spoke about whatever came to our minds, giving each other our full attention.

well, i was paying attention, just not to his words. i wanted to listen to what he had to say, but i couldn’t help but find myself fixating on everything else.

the way his tongue darted out every now and then, wetting his dried lips.

his cheeks, which were lightly dusted with a rosey tint to match the color of his lips.

his hair, strands messily sticking out in every direction, only adding to how good he looked.

the veins in his hand protruded from his skin as he dug into the ice cream he brought over for us, causing me to clear my throat as i attempted to regain my composure.

i watched as he shoveled the sweet dessert into his mouth, just before the half-melted treat could spill anywhere.

“and i was gonna ask you which pictures you think i should post today, but i ended up picking-”

"wait, you posted?” i asked, grabbing my phone from its place beside me on the bed.

my eyes widened slightly when i saw the pictures, he looked so good.

he always looked good, but these pictures in particular turned me on a little more than they should have.

“you’re joking, right ?” i asked, the words flying out of my mouth before i could stop them.

“what?” he asked confused.

the weed seemed to have taken any self-control that remained in my body, as i immediately straddled chris’s lap.

“you didn’t think you were gonna be able to post those pictures without getting your brains fucked out, did you?”

he stared up at me, mouth hanging open while his hands held onto my waist.

“i mean, i don’t-” his mouth opened and closed like a fish, while a jumbled mess of words fell from his mouth.

i hooked my fingers onto the waistband of his shorts, effectively shutting him up as he squirmed in anticipation.

i moved from my place on top of him, situating myself on my knees between his legs.

i pulled the fabric down slightly to reveal his happy trail, immediately adorning the newly exposed skin with kisses.

he let out a low whine at the feeling, hips bucking up into my face.

i quickly pushed his hips down, holding him steady as i ran my tongue along his skin.

“fuck” he sighed out, eyes falling shut as he swallowed harshly.

i could tell that the weed was affecting him, his sensitivity to my touch growing with every movement.

“lift” i told him as he followed my instructions, raising his hips while i pulled his shorts down.

i brought my hand to his clothed dick, which pressed against his boxers angrily.

i pressed a kiss to his crotch, eliciting a low whine from him.

“what do you want, chris?” i asked as i began to palm him.

“need your mouth” he moaned out.

“lay back, take off your boxers” i told him, watching as he eagerly did what i said.

when he was laid fully naked on the bed, i stripped for him.

i joined him on the bed, sitting behind him with my chest pressed to his back.

i wrapped my arms around his waist, my hand finding its way to his dick.

"i- fuck- i said my mouth” he groaned out as i collected the pre-cum that leaked out of his tip in my hand.

“you’ll get my mouth” i spoke as i squeezed his base, his hips jerking up in response, “when i feel like it”

he remained silent after that, only moans and whines leaving his mouth as i continued to move my hand up and down his length.

“does it feel good, chris?” i asked, whispering into his ear while i nibbled the lobe.

“fuck, yes. please don’t stop” he groaned, thrusting his hips up into my hand.

“tell me when you’re close, baby” i spoke before beginning to take the skin of his neck between my lips, sucking harshly.

i littered his neck with dark bruises while he continued to fuck himself against my hand.

“so eager, my love. but if you want to cum, you’ll have to slow down” i told him.

“n-no, please ! i need to cum so bad” he spoke, his pace remaining the same.

“chris. slow down” i spoke again, causing the pace of his hips to slow against my hand.

“there you go, is it so hard to listen?” i asked as he let out a groan.

“fuck” he whispered out as his veiny cock moved against my hand slowly.

“i’m close” he spoke, his breathing picking up.

before he was able to let go, however, i moved my hand away.

“shit” he whined as his cock twitched, but he was left unsatisfied.

“you don’t get to finish that easily, baby. you gotta work for it” i spoke, chuckling as he went to move his hand towards his dick.

i quickly grabbed his hand before he got the chance to touch himself, “keep your hands behind your back. i swear to god, if you move them i’ll tie your ass up” i spoke into his ear.

he did as i said, but never acknowledged that he heard me. i turned his face to look at me, tilting my head at him, “you got that?”

“yes” he whispered as he stared at my lips.

i wrapped my hand around his neck, bringing his face up to mine to pull him into a heated kiss.

he moaned into my lips, while our lips molded together.

“you ok?” i asked him, noticing the dazed look on his face.

“you’re such a freak” he smirked up to me.

“and you’re such a submissive bitch” i answered, letting go of his face and moving my hand back down to his length.

i circled my thumb around his tip, pushing it against the slit, making his hips jolt up into my hand.

“such a tease” he mumbled under his breath.

in one swift motion, i moved to his side and pulled his shoulders back to lay down.

i moved so that each of my legs were on either side of his body.

“you obviously need some help in shutting the hell up” i spoke before moving to sit on his face.

chris immediately hooked his hands around my thighs, working my pussy with his tongue.

i leaned forward, taking his dick into my hand and swirling my tongue around his tip.

he groaned into me, the vibrations intensifying my pleasure.

i moaned against him in response, making his noises increase in volume.

i took as much of him as i could, using my hand to stroke the parts of his member that my mouth couldn’t reach.

he pulled my lower body harder against his mouth, his tongue focusing on my clit while his nose nudged against my needy hole.

i focused on his tip, teasing it as much as i could with my tongue, causing him to push his hips up in need.

i could tell he was getting close, so i removed my mouth from him with an audible pop.

he let out a whine of disappointment, his hands loosening around my thighs.

“you wanna cum so bad? fine.” i spoke as i moved down his body, making my way between his legs.

he sat upright, watching wordlessly as i turned around to face him.

he stared up at me with his mouth hung open while i aligned him with my entrance, sinking down onto him.

his hands automatically flew up to my waist when he bottomed out, stopping me from moving.

“god, i could cum right now if you start moving” deciding to test his limits, i spoke “good” before beginning to move anyway.

“fuck- oh my god” he groaned out as he began to shake underneath me.

i knew his frustrations from his previously ruined orgasm were building up, but i didn’t think it’d actually make him finish so quickly.

“i can’t- holy shit” he shuddered as he shot his load into me.

i gave him a minute to regain his breath, his grip on my hips tightening slightly.

“i still- i wanna make you feel good. please let me fuck you” he begged.

“yeah? give it to me, baby” he lifted me up slightly before beginning to thrust his hips up into mine.

the feeling of his hot cum being fucked into me sent me into a frenzy, only making me wetter.

i could tell he was struggling, overworking his already spent muscles to make sure i felt good.

“you’re so good to me, chris. let me take care of you” i whispered down to him.

his thrusts came to a hault, allowing me to take over as i rocked my hips into his.

“fuck, yes. oh my god” he shakily moaned as his head fell onto my shoulder.

i brought my hand to his hair, raking my fingers through it slowly while i rolled my hips on top of him sensually.

“look so pretty like this, oh” his face scrunched up as he began to whimper under me, making me clench around him at the sound.

“fuck- i’m so sensitive” he spoke.

“i know, baby. can’t help it, love hearing those sounds you make” i breathed out.

“still feeling ok?" i asked.

he nodded his head at that, “yes, so close. can i cum?” he asked as his hands slid to my ass, groping and massaging the skin.

“wait for me, i’m almost there. can you hold it w little longer?” i asked, reaching between us to rub my clit.

“t-too much” he whined, his face scrunching up while a few tears fell down his face.

“take it, chris” i told him, wiping his tears away while he twitched inside of me.

his legs began to shake involuntarily, increasing the friction between us.

“fuck” his voice broke as he moaned out, eyes rolling back as he bit his lip.

“go ahead, chris. let go” i told him, his hips stuttering as his head flew back and he filled me up with his cum.

it wasn’t long before i finished on top of him, my release dripping out of me and onto his dick.

we took a minute to catch our breath, staying in the same position for a while.

“here, let’s get you cleaned up” i spoke, moving to get up when he stopped me.

“wait, can we just stay like this for a while?” he asked, his arms wrapping tighter around me.

“of course” i told him, wrapping my arms around his neck to hug his body close to mine.

“you ok?” i asked as i rubbed soothing circles into his back.

“when i’m with you? always” he spoke, placing a kiss to my shoulder.

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