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OBSESSIVEBF!CHRIS HEADCANNONS

𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐛𝐟!𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐱 𝐠𝐟!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬. implied sexual content (will advise you later on)

𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬. my first time doing this! lmk what you think

sfw !

obsessivebf!chris who’s always asking you where you are (giving he’s not with you) not because he doesn’t trust you but because he’s just curious and wants to know what his girlfriend is up to.

from my lovely bf: Baby what you doing? I miss you 😕

to my lovely bf: baby i just left

obsessivebf!chris who’s always holding your hand whether it’s in public or private, he needs to be touching you.

obsessivebf!chris who wants to know what you like and takes the time out of his day to listen to your favorite artists and watches your favorite shows and movies.

obsessivebf!chris who when you’re in a car video he likes to sit in the back with you and forces nick to sit up front.

obsessivebf!chris who when you’re in a car video with him and his brothers and he notices you’re getting uncomfortable or you’re not feeling alright, he insists you go home and he goes with you.

obsessivebf!chris who when you mention anything you’d want to buy he’s already adding it to his cart and gifting it to you the next day.

“chris i told you, you don’t need to buy this stuff for me!” you insisted as chris was handing you a bag that you had wanted and mentioned a few days ago.

“i wanna spoil you leave me alone.” he huffed giving you a kiss.

obsessivebf!chris who tries to learn the work you’re doing so he can try to help you with it whenever you need

obsessivebf!chris who takes a shower when you take a shower. there’s hardly ever time he’s alone in the shower unless you’re gone and he can’t be with you. (he’s pouty when that happens)

obsessivebf!chris who learned how to drive and got his license just so you didn’t have to drive yourself anywhere. (he loves being your personal driver & loves that you’re his passenger princess)

obsessivebf!chris who decorated your side of his car with your favorite color and put your name on the mirror above the seat.

“you like it?” chris asked smiling proudly at what he had done to your side of the car.

“chris, you’re so cute. i love it!!” you giggled.

obsessivebf!chris who doesn’t go a day without posting you and appreciating you on social media and in everyday life.

christophersturniolo tweeted: i just love my girlfriend so much

obsessivebf!chris who personally replies to any online haters that talk shit about you

chrissturnlover2 replied to christophersturniolos tweet: but she’s not me 😫 babe come home the kids miss you

christophersturniolo replied to chrissturnlover2: i love my girlfriend

nsfw !

obsessivebf!chris who hates any sex position where he can’t see your face

obsessivebf!chris who loves nothing more than to be face first deep in your pussy. he can spend hours eating you out like you’re his last meal.

“chris, faster! i wanna cum.” you whined. chris has been tortuously been licking your pussy for minutes straight, never picking up his speed.

“you just taste so good i don’t want it to end.” he groaned slurping up your juices.

obsessivebf!chris who when you’re sleeping insists that he stay inside you for a little bit because he’s ‘cold’

“cmon baby, it’s chilly.” he whined, his breath on the back of your neck.

“chris, it’s hot as shit. you wanna be inside me just because.” you rolled your eyes.

“and what if i do, let me please.” his hands made its way to your sleep shorts tugging them down slowly waiting for your permission.

“fine.” you mutter with a small smile on your lips.

obsessivebf!chris who loves when you moan his name so he edges himself so that he can make you cum over and over.

“fuck chris yes, right there.” you moaned while chris was biting back his whimpers. he thrusted harder into you desperately needing you to moan his name. he wanted to hear you scream it. “shit…chris! feels so fucking good.” you clenched

chris smiled feeling his orgasm inch forward. he couldn’t help cumming to the sound of you moaning his name.

obsessivebf!chris who mentions sex with you whenever he feels like it.

“what if we fucked right here right now. just pulled over and went for it.” chris said while you both were driving home.

“chris- i.. what?” you laughed in disbelief.

“what?! or i guess we can wait till we get home.” he huffs in defeat.

obsessivebf!chris who loves when he can provide a seat for you…if ykwim

“cmon ma, give it t’me.” he muttered against your clit. your arousal dripping all over his chin.

© willowrites

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7 HOURS — CHRIS STURNIOLO.

ix. 3 NIGHTS ⟢.

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Intimate

Pairing: Matt x Reader

Wordcount: 2.1k +

In wich: matt has a borderline obsession with cock warming

Warnings: smut, cock warming, p in v, use of y/n, 1st pov, praise kink, name calling (slut), pet names, unprotected, creampie

(A/N: English is not my first language! Also this song has like barely anything to do w the plot, I just feel like that’s the vibe. This is sort of like a blurb. Hope you guys like it <3)

One of the considerably weird things Matt is into is: cock warming.

I clench at the thought trying to focus on my history homework.

I’ve known Matt for practically all my life. We’ve always been close and no conversation between us was ever awkward.

Matt didn’t seem like the type to be into that sort of stuff. But one day, when, we were hanging out and cuddling like we were normally, I felt a hardness at my butt.

When I turned back to look at him he was blushing. Matt had his arms wrapped around my waist, spooning me.

After I asked him what that is, he responded with a question. “Can I..?” He trailed off and I wasn’t catching on to his train of thought.

“What? you want to fuck?” I huff rolling my eyes…not that I would be against it.

“No.” He said defensively squeezing my sides. “Can I just put it in?” Matt asked shyly.

I paused, But eventually complied. With the duvet being over us it shouldn’t be too awkward. He shuffled out of his sweatpants and pulled mine down too.

And before I knew it his finger was inside of me and I was wet.

After a few moments I felt the head of his dick press against me before feeling his entire length slide into me.

I never thought he’d be into that, but even further, I didn’t think that I’d like it too.

I shift feeling the angle change.

“Y/n/n, can you stop moving.” Matt huffs, his words sounding passive aggressive. He puts one of his hands on my hips to prevent as much movement as possible, his other hand still clutching his phone.

I clench again at the tone of his voice, slamming my pen down.

Ever since that day, when this first started off, I started to sit on him more often. Whether it was while we were cuddling or just mindlessly hanging out. We’re not necessarily friends with benefits tho.

I guess he just likes the feeling… but so do I.

It was bad, like we hung out so much Chris and Nick started to make joking remarks about it.

About us hanging out so much that is, not the… whatever we’re doing.

Like it was so bad that practically every time we were alone somewhere private, I was probably sitting on his dick.

It feels so intimate and good, and if we still have time after, he’ll rail me.

But I’m saying that when we’re at home doing homework, I’m sitting on his lap. Or when cuddling or sleepovers. Or even when we go get fast food to eat in the parking lot at night. I’ll climb over the middle console and sit down on it.

I was never a skirt person, but I started to wear skirts more often just for the easier access.

I could go hours just calmly sitting on it.

But sometimes after a while I would get frustrated.

I try to grind into him, Matt still holding me in place as much as he can.

“What? You wanna get yourself off on my dick?” He huffs. His grip on my hip gets harder making me whine, while his other hand still holds his phone.

He’d been scrolling through TikTok and various other social media while I was trying to get all of my homework done.

And it’s been probably over an hour now and I was getting frustrated from all the homework. doing math first was definitely a mistake.

And while on a normal day I would be fine with the intimacy and wouldn’t be trying to get myself off, the homework today was frustrating. And since Matt was already balls deep inside of me, I might as well.

He leans over putting his phone on my desk. With the movement his hand on my hip loosens giving me the opportunity to start to slightly ride him.

“Fuck-“ i sigh. I lean forward on my arms, trying to get as much friction as I can, both on my sweet spot and also my clit.

I hear Matt’s low groan. And suddenly his hands are on my hips again, holding me in place.

“Y/n I swear, i will make you cum over and over again until you’re seeing fucking stars if you don’t fucking stop right now and go back to your homework.”

His tone is authoritative and so hot. Why was he saying that like it would be such a bad thing anyway.

“Matt please.” I whine.

Sometimes Matt would get frustrated and fuck me while I wasn’t even paying him any mind, and sometimes it was the other way around.

He huffs letting go of my hips. Matt leans back as he just watched me and my every move.

I let out a shaky breath once again, leaning forward more to lift myself better.

“Fucking slut, getting yourself off on your best friends dick.” He rolls his eyes in exasperation.

His hands go to my waist, assisting my movements now instead of stopping me.

“If you cum I’m still gonna Make you warm me.” He warns his tone assertive.

Matt holds me in place for a few seconds and scoots the chair back. I sigh leaning forward, using my forearms to prop me up, before starting to ride him again.

His eyes were heavy lidded, his mouth dropped in a silent moan while he watches me.

He somehow seemed way less sensitive than me. But I can literally feel the knot starting to tie In My stomach just waiting to snap.

By this point I was panting and Matt was letting out some heavy breaths too.

“Fuck- Matt, Matt” I whine his name my voice pitching higher as i keep getting closer.

“You close baby?” He breaths out keeping his hands on my hips for stability.

I let out a sharp breath letting my head drop forward as I keep up the angle and speed up in order to reach my climax faster.

“Yeah.” One of my hands go down to my clit to rub it, resulting in my other arm having to hold me up alone.

“Come then.” He demands, his voice sounding cocky. I can hear him breathe heavily and bite his lip to keep quiet.

With his hands tightening on my hips, I feel the knot in my stomach snap.

I let out a loud moan, piercing through the, otherwise, mostly quiet room.

I sit down again my pussy convulsing around his cock.

I sigh, trying to calm down again. Matt’s hands rub my sides, holding my back to his chest and mumbling sweet nothings into my ear.

“You good?” He asks after I mildly catch my breath. I lean more into him, my eyes fluttering closed as I mumble an agreement.

“You gonna go back to your homework now, or…?” He trails off waiting for me to answer.

“No” I breathe out and slightly look over my shoulder to make eye contact with him.

He lets his huge grin take over his features. He picks me up gently, making me wince, to wich he whispers encouraging praises into my ear.

My back makes contact with my bed. I sigh at the feeling of the soft sheets under me. And I watch as Matt hurriedly takes off his shirt.

I was still wearing my mini skirt and a long sleeve shirt, but Matt didn’t look like he was going to take them off. The access was easy, so really, why do the extra work.

Matt rubs my lower stomach, while his other hand holds his dick. He glides it up my folds before slipping it back into me. I whine at the feeling throwing my head back into the mattress.

I’m still sensitive from my previous orgasm and also from the hour of cock warming’s

It wasn’t like he wasn’t sensitive too. I could see him physically hold back from releasing right then and there.

Our eyes stay locked while he starts to rock his hips against me. I can feel him hit that spot in me that makes pure euphoria shoot through my entire body.

Despite not being labeled, it always felt so intimate with Matt.

Maybe it was because most of the time it was literally just cock warming and nothing else. But sometimes, when it did come to the actual intercourse - penetration type of thing, it still felt intimate.

“So good for me baby.” He breaths out. Our eyes stay locked, my mouth dropped in quiet moans.

“Fuck- you like being filled?” He chuckles. His hand stays on my lower abdomen, pressing down slightly to feel himself.

I close my eyes briefly trying to respond, but the way his hips snap into me, and the way he still manages to make this feel sensual, has my head fuzzy.

“Fuck..” Matt breaths out his eyes staying locked on my face. “Too fucked out to answer now?”

All I can do is whine out his name and moan loudly, and he takes pride in that. I know he does. I can see it in his eyes.

“You wanna be fucking full all the time, don’t you baby?” Matt taunts, somehow speeding up even more.

I clench around him my legs going stiff at the constant and heavy stimulation.

Matt notices and readjusts, picking up my legs further so they’re on his shoulders before he picks up pace again.

“Close” I whine out, I can feel the knot in my stomach getting tighter by the second, threatening to snap anytime now.

“Good girl” he hums. Matt’s fingers find their way towards my clit as he starts to vigorously rub it.

“Oh god-“ I moan loudly throwing my head back, my eyes shutting tightly as I try not to get overwhelmed, even tho i already am.

“Eyes on me.” Matt speaks lowly also panting. His movements pick up pace getting more rough and messy, indicating that he’s close too.

My eyes snap open, immediately meeting his. And as soon as they do, I feel my body convulse, my orgasm washing over me like a wave. But despite that, I try to keep my eyes on Matt as best as I can.

“So pretty.” He breathes out harshly and before either of us know it, he gives me one last thrust and fills me up.

I pant, trying to catch my breath. I feel a thin layer of sweat coat my skin, but despite that, I love this feeling.

This post orgasmic state was sending me into almost as much euphoria as the sex itself.

I watch through lazy, heavy-lidded eyes as Matt sits up straighter, moving my legs from off of his shoulders.

“You wanna clean up or sleep like this sweetheart?” He asks tilting his head. Matt was trying to contain a goofy smile.

“Just..” I trail off and let out a breath. Damn I didn’t realize just how out of breath I am.

“Just lay down.” I breathe out.

He licks his lips his eyes wandering from my face to my body and how it’s still clothed.

“You wanna sleep with clothes, or…” he trails off. Matt’s eyes come to meet mine again with a playful glint.

“Matt, I don’t care” I say exasperated.

“I wanna cuddle?” He says like I said we wouldn’t. I huff a slight laugh at the ridiculousness of the situation at hand.

Matt huffs trying and failing to hold back a smile. He gently and slowly pulls out in order to not hurt me. But I still wince from the over stimulation.

He pulls the skirt back down and than reaches for the zipper. He pulls the skirt off tossing it to the floor carelessly.

He then reaches for my long sleeve shirt. I sit up slightly so he can take that, and my bra also off.

Now being nude under him, he looks satisfied. He hums in approval and wordlessly lays down next to me, before I feel his arms go around my waist.

“You think you can warm me, baby?” He whisper sweetly into my ear. I feel a shiver run down my spine from his tone of voice. My eyes shut I take in his silk like words.

“Corse.” I breathe out pushing my hips back into him to tease him.

Matt chuckles lowly. I feel his length slide through my folds. Still being soaked in our combined juices, it was fairly easy for him to slip back in, not that it didn’t make me moan.

I felt way too sensitive, but like hell would I ever say no to this.

Matt chuckles at the low moan I let out. He has his arm spread out so I can lay on it his other arm around my waist. “You do like being full?” He asks in fake shock.

“You were the one that started this tho?” I question right back not moving at all. Simply keeping my eyes closed and enjoying the closeness and intimacy.

“Touché.”

Masterlist

A /N: sorry for being gone for so long guys. Schools been overwhelming. But yeah, I hope you guys liked this. Requests and asks are open & feedback is always appreciated 💕

‼️please don’t copy my work/idea‼️

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── ୨୧ !　𝗧𝗥𝗬𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗥𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗕𝗔𝗗 𝗕𝗔𝗕𝗬 𝗙𝗢𝗢𝗗

　　　　　　𝒄𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒐𝒍𝒐 x mom!reader

SUMMARY: Where Alisson, Chris and Y/N's daughter, makes an appearance in the Trying and Rating Bad Baby Food video.

WARNING: None.

REQUESTED?: No.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: That is my work, I DON'T authorize any plagiarism, copy, or "inspiration"! | English isn't my first language, so I'm sorry if there's any grammar error.

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"Do you think mom's and dad's, like, eat a little bit of it?" Matt asked as he rested his upper body on the wooden table, leaning to the right so he could better see his brothers' reaction, raising his right arm towards his mouth and passing the up side of his hand over his lips, trying to banish the taste of baby food that seemed to permeate the region.

"No, God, no!" Nick shook his head quickly, his face instantly taking on an expression of disgust. "Do you?" His blue eyes widened comically as he focused on Chris in anticipatory fear for his response.

"No, Alisson doesn't like to eat with me." Chris shook his head slightly, grimacing as he imagined eating baby food every time he fed his princess. "But as for mom's, there's only one way to know..." He spoke again, clearing his throat forcefully, feeling the strong taste clinging to his mouth, seeming to consume his entire body. "Babe!" His voice sounded loudly between Nick and Matt - the two of them covering their right and left ears respectively, curses escaping their lips -, his blue eyes focusing behind the camera and towards the stairs that led to his shared room with Y/N.

It took a few long seconds before Y/N's figure appeared on the top step, her body covered in a grey gym set, decorated with one of the delicate fabric scarves in a baby pink color, with her daughter's name, Alisson, embroidered in white, which hung on her right shoulder.

"Yes, hon?" Y/N's voice sounded throughout the living room and kitchen, echoing freely off the white walls and being captured by the camera that recorded the triplets.

The woman quickly approached the dining table, keeping her ears open to the baby monitor that was firmly positioned between the fingers of her left hand.

"What are you-" She interrupted her sentence when her eyes caught the little jars of baby food forming a row above the wooden surface, frowning and crossing her arms when she noticed that some of them belonged to Alisson. "What the hell are you doing with Alisson's food?"

"We're making a video where we try baby food-" Chris began to explain, ignoring the murmurs of disgust and complaints from his brothers, raising his right hand in the air when he noticed that his fiancée was about to argue, interrupting her. "And they're absolutely horrible, I never want that taste to come anywhere near my mouth again... but Matt brought up an interesting question: Do you eat some when you're feeding Alisson?"

Y/N stopped for a few seconds, raising her eyebrows and letting her eyes run over the baby food and to the boys.

"Well, of course I do, every mother tries a little, how am I going to give my daughter something to eat, when I don't even know if it tastes good?" Y/N responded with a tone as if it was obvious, shrugging and pressing her lips into a thin line as she watched the looks of disgust that Matt and Nick were sending her. "What? There's no-"

Her sentence was interrupted by the low sound of crying coming from the baby monitor, her eyes lowering to the display, taking in the petite body of her daughter, covered in a baby pink onesie and lying comfortably in her white wooden crib, decorated with off-white fabrics full of ruffles.

"I'll be right back, boys." Chris stood up from his chair instantly, ready to follow her and help if necessary, but his actions were interrupted by Y/N. "No, sweetheart, stay there, I'll bring her with me."

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"Hi, baby girl! How's my precious little princess doing? Did you have a great nap? Yeah?" Chris's soft, husky voice echoed through the spacious room just as Y/N approached the wooden table again, now with Alisson wide awake in her arms.

The little girl raised her small arm towards her own face, her little hand clenched into a fist clumsily scratching her eyes, seeming to try to shake off the sleep that was still consuming her mind, her left arm imitating her right, but pointing towards her father, silently asking for his lap.

Chris quickly raised his own arms, taking his daughter from his fiancée's hands carefully and bringing her to his lap, moving his chair away from the table slowly with the intention of leaving more space for Alisson to move above his legs.

Nick and Matt automatically cooed, Matt wrapping his right hand around his niece's small foot, his thumb stroking the sock-covered skin of the onesie.

Small sounds of appreciation and excitement escaped the little girl's throat as she laid her head against Chris's chest, rubbing the area against her father's t-shirt in an act of affection.

Chris smiled lovingly towards her, keeping his left arm firmly around her small body, his large hand flat on her belly, keeping her sitting in place. He carefully leaned forward, taking one of the baby food jars with his right hand, thinking it would be a good way to end the recording with a lighter scene.

"Let's try it again, okay? I think this one is apple and banana. Maybe it's nicer." The boy swept his eyes over his brothers, who were watching the glass in his hands with uncomfortable expressions.

"Little Alisson, please, help your favorite uncle and hit your father's hand so he lets go of the jar and breaks everything." Nick begged dramatically, looking at his niece with a false look of distress, clasping his hands in front of his chest in a gesture of prayer, only receiving a loud laugh in response.

"You guys are such sissies." Y/N muttered, trying hard not to curse, leaning her hips against the counter behind Chris, keeping her posture relaxed and her arms crossed as she watched them amusedly.

Chris ignored her, taking an exaggerated deep breath and dipping his spoon into the baby food, filling it with the creamy yellow mixture.

As he brought the spoon close to his mouth, he felt his daughter's small hand grab the skin of his arm with surprising strength, making him automatically move the spoon away from his face, afraid of the soft contents falling onto his clothes or onto Alisson.

He looked down, finding the girl's wide, curious blue eyes fixed on the spoon, her small, full pink lips parted slightly in concentration.

She let out a happy, high-pitched sound as she saw the spoon stop moving, starting to pull her father's arm towards her own mouth with her little strength. Chris laughed softly, allowing her to control the movements, shaking his head and casting a disbelieving look towards Nick and Matt.

"Alright, little princess, do you want to try it too?"

With unexpected dexterity for a baby, the baby girl took the spoonful of baby food to her mouth, opening it wide. Chris watched, enchanted, as she did this, her face lighting up with satisfaction.

Alisson put the spoon in her mouth and began to taste the food with a smile identical to Chris's spreading between her plump, naturally pink cheeks, keeping the plastic stuck to her tongue.

"Look at that." Matt began, leaning his upper body on the table so he could see Alisson up close, smiling big. "She really knows what she wants, huh?"

Y/N approached, resting her right hand on Chris's shoulder, caressing the area gently and leaning down slightly, bringing her face to her daughter's level.

"That's my determined little girl." The woman praised, her voice full of love and pride.

Alisson looked up at her mother, still holding the spoon, and laughed happily, the sound echoing through the house, which seemed to welcome it with double joy. Chris couldn't help but laugh along. Her happiness was contagious.

"Did you like it, my love? Looks like apple and banana baby food is approved, guys."

He then gently took the spoon from her little fingers and offered another spoonful, which she gladly accepted, swinging her little legs in happiness, closing her eyes slightly as she felt the caress of her mother's fingers on her head full of curly brown hair.

"I think we found a fruit baby food fan." Nick commented, rescuing his phone from the top corner of the table and opening the camera app, pointing the device's rear camera at his niece and taking several photos in a row.

"My little foodie monster."

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extra - comments:

"omg finally more baby Alisson's content 🙏🏻"

"I missed seeing mini Chris so fucking much 😭🙌🏻"

"Alisson is such a daddy's girl, I swear!!"

"the way that Chris and Y/N are simply the best parents out there 🥺"

"Nick and Matt = the cutest uncles ever 😭"

"sturniolo triplets? no, Y/N and Alisson Sturniolo!"

"petition for them to make videos just of Alisson eating baby food ✏️📄"

"Y/N is such a milf 😫🤭"

"Chris = father of the year ☝🏻"

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stop it right now, seriously, stop teasing me (never stop, ever)

need him to sugar daddy me 🤑🤑

i was in the bushes

that’s right, keeping makin those pretty sounds

ok i need help, i was reading a fic and i accidentally lost it mid read and i need to finish it, i forgot to like it and now i can’t find it!!! it was like chris was stressed and he couldn’t sleep so he would sleep on the couch but reader has him sleep in the bed with her and she like gives him a blowjob or wtv plz someone help me find it. i feel like im being edged rn.

nothing, just matt looking majestic.

he can power slap me 🙂☝️

YEHA UR A SLUT.

DONT FUCKJNG BE LIKE THAT OH MY GOD IM AXTUALLY WHIMPERING AT THEID PHOTO IV SNNOT CONSTIN MYSELF I SCTEAMED

hmm…let me think..

bro prolly saw a fic where the reader like left her thing under the bed and someone finds it

what can we, as a community, do to get matt to yell like that again

take it | Matt sturniolo

mattxfem!reader

summary: you and matt are driving when you find yourself in the mood to tease him. when he cant handle the teasing, you challenge him and he lets you attempt to prove yourself.

warnings: fluff(in the beginning), teasing, touching, pet names (baby, sweetheart), female receiving

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you and matt were in his room, laying underneath the warm covers of his bed. the sun was setting quickly, and suddenly it dawned on you that you hadn't gotten the groceries you needed to prepare dinner that night. "shit." your hand makes contact with your forehead. you look at the boy beside you, who is now peacefully asleep. “matt, wake up, wake up.”, you shake him till you know for sure he’s awake.

“im awake, im awake,” he assures you as he props himself up against the headboard, a little groggy now. “i forgot to get more groceries for dinner tonight,” you tell him, your head resting in your hand and an irritated look on your face. “baby, it’s ok; we can just order something.” he says as he comforts you by tracing his fingers along the soft skin of your arm. “please just let me make you dinner; i really want to,” you beg him.

he continues to rub his fingers on your arm as he ponders. this would mean he would have to actually get up and drive you, but if that’s what you really want, he wouldn’t be one to say no to you. he agrees to drive you without you having to do too much persuading. you both slowly pull yourselves out of bed and slip on some shoes. you realize that there’s no way you’re going to last the whole evening without dozing off, so you scavenge the fridge for something to keep you awake.

you come across an opened can of pepsi and take a sip out of it, that’ll do. you both make it out to the car and pull out of the garage. while driving, Matt takes several drinks out of the Pepsi that you brought into the car, in hopes it’ll help clear out the grogginess he still feels. the caffeine must be kicking in, because you start to feel a little more energized and playful. as a couple of quiet minutes pass by, you find it hard to sit still and keep your hands to yourself.

you admire the way he looks when he’s driving, and your hand wanders towards his thighs, like it has a mind of its own and use your thumb to gently rub his thigh. you keep your eyes trained on him, and you notice how flustered he is by your simple movements. matt is a rather sensitive person most of the time; you knew that, but the way he’s reacting to your simple touch tells you he’s feeling extra sensitive. “baby, what are you doing?” he asks as he shifts in his seat, his breaths getting heavier. you continue to massage his thigh, ignoring his question.

you notice him grip the steering wheel tighter, getting even more flustered by your actions. “hey, y/n, what’s going on?” he asks as he holds your hand, halting your actions. you smirk, “what do you mean? can i not touch my boyfriend?” you ask, pretending like you don’t know exactly what you’re doing. “you can, but not like that and not right now,” he says, stealing a look at you before returning his gaze to the road ahead of him. “what? can’t even handle my hand on your thigh now?” you pout at him.

you’re having too much fun with this. you pull your hand out of his grasp and return it to his inner thigh, giving it a squeeze. he gasps and quickly stops you from going further. “y/n, please, not while i’m driving. you’re gonna make me crash the car,” he says in a serious tone.

you slam your back into the seat and cross your arms, letting out a huff, a little annoyed at the fact you’re not even allowed to touch your boyfriend when you have all this energy. matt notices the mini-fit you throw, but he doesn’t really feel bad for not wanting to crash the car. “sweetheart, please don’t be mad, you don’t understand how it feels to be touched like that while driving; it’s hard,” he explains. “for you, maybe, i could handle it,” you respond with a cocky tone.

he raises an eyebrow and studies your appearance, assuming you’re just joking. “i’m serious! let me drive, and i’ll show you,” he doesn’t believe you at all. “we’re not getting into a crash just so you can prove something.” he says, shaking his head, completely dismissing your proposal. “oh, i get it. you’re scared im gonna prove you wrong,” you challenge with a smug look.

the next thing you know, matt is pulling the vehicle to the side of the road in response. he puts the car in park and unfastens his seatbelt in one swift motion. you watch as all this unfolds with an amused look on your face. the door on his side swings open, and he hops out and makes his way to your side of the car. you’re frozen in place as you try to figure out what’s going on.

he rips your door open. “get out,” he commands. you obey him and swiftly unbuckle your seatbelt to slide out of your seat. “go ahead, baby, drive the car,” he motions toward the side with the wheel. you smile at him and pick up your feet to make your way around the front of the car. you don’t know why you’re a little nervous now; maybe you were a little overconfident, but this is what you asked for.

he silently admires how confident you look driving his car; it kind of turns him on, but he knows it’s not about him right now. he cups your bare knee with his cold, ring-clad hands. “doin’ so well, baby, you feelin’ alright?” he asks, slightly sarcastic. “i’m fine, matt, keep going,” you encourage him. you’re focus is on the traffic in front of you and the names of the streets, so you don’t miss your next turn.

he lets you drive for a while, staying quiet and admiring your focus. you feel his hand travel up your mid-thigh and his thumb rub the outside of it, just like you did to him earlier. “y’know, matt you’re gonna have to try a little harder than that if you’re gonna distract me,” you say with a cocky tone as you switch lanes. matt only smirks at your statement and progresses up your thigh, causing your breath to hitch.

his delicate fingers tracing your skin and his rings, giving you slight chills. he observes your reactions to his touch. “are you bothered by me touchin’ you like this, baby?” he asks you as his hand starts to massage your thigh. you tuck your lip between your teeth to keep any noises from coming out, and your eyebrows knit together slightly in pleasure. you simply shake your head in response to his question.

“c’mon, baby, use your words,” he says in a slightly demanding tone, and he uses his free hand to tuck your hair behind your ear to get a better look at you. “f-feels fine, matt” you say shakily, still trying to keep your composure. matt laughs at your response, finding all this to be amusing. “you sure your fine, baby, you don’t look it,” he teases and continues to massage the inside of your thigh. you love the way he touches you and how good his hands feel working on your thigh, but you can’t give into it. “mhm, im s-sure” you struggle to get a sentence out.

we stop at a red light, and matt takes the opportunity to move his hand all the way up your thigh, brushing his fingers over your clothed clit, “how ‘bout that?” he asks with a smile plastered on his face. your concentration falters a little, and a moan slips past your lips. you grip the steering wheel as you try to regain your focus. “y-you can do whatever you want-want, i can take it.” this sentence comes out as more of a whine. you both know that’s a lie, but matt is curious about how far you will go to keep up this act.

the light turns green, and it takes you a moment to carefully press down on the gas. “whatever i want, huh?” he says in a seductive tone. “mhm” you nod your head. he smiles smugly and begins rubbing circles on your clit through your shorts. you let out a gasp and clench your thighs. you try to muffle your moans by keeping your lips sealed together, but it’s obvious how much he’s affecting you now.

you close your eyes for a second. “eyes on the road, baby,” matt reminds you. you realize that you were so focused on what matt’s fingers were doing that you missed your turn. “shit, i was supposed t-to turn back there” you manage to inform him while he continues his actions. he keeps rubbing you, not too concerned about where we are now. “looks like you’re not as focused as you thought you were,” he tuts, shaking his head in disapproval. he rubs you faster as punishment, and you’re not even trying to hide your emotions now.

you don’t know how much more you can take before falling apart; your thighs are clenched tight and your stomach is doing flips. you glance down at his veiny arm working at you, and it only makes you more desperate. matt is enjoying the view and the way you respond to his touch. he decides to rub a little faster, and you moan his name, shooting your hand down to grip his wrist, halting his actions. he can’t help but smirk when you stop him from going faster. “aw, what was that? can’t take it anymore?” he says in a degrading tone.

your breaths are heavy, and your cheeks are flushed, a deep shade of pink. “do you really want me to stop, baby?” he asks, using his right hand to tuck the hair behind your ear that had slipped forward. “n-no, i w-want you so bad,” you whine. “i j-just don’t w-wanna crash,” you say. he chuckles when you beg him not to stop. “i knew you didn’t really want me to stop. just pull over there, sweetheart.”

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(i dont really write fanfics but i wrote this hope you guys like it and it’s fine if u don’t but i was bored and wanted to post it)