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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)
yall he’s such a fuckin slut he’s teasing us on purpose
i wanna give chris a big hug actually. he’s such a sweet human and i get it when he says he can’t go to bed mad, cuz that’s literally me too
matt with that slutty ass shirt again in the stream….
(slut me out)
yall srs r missing out if u dont read this 🤷♀️🤷♀️
౨ৎ⋆ ˚｡⋆ used to be my girl, pt.1
chris sturniolo x fem!reader
warnings: teeny tiny angst, swearing, smut!!!, oral fem!receiving, p in v, kissing, NOT PROOFREAD
word count: 1.3k
a/n: hii everyoneee. i really really like this song, and like the whole story behind it. thought it would be fitting for a fic teehee.
summary: You had gotten together with Chris 10 months ago. This relationship was a two-way mirror. Chris only saw one side of the relationship, whereas you saw two. But of course, this was a one way street, so it only went downhill after you had gotten together.
GUYS I CANNTO WRITE ORAL HELP😭 sorry
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Gimme all your love so I can fill you up with hate
Your POV
“Chris, I think we should end this relationship. This is not working out, you know I’m looking for a future with you! I can’t believe you’re being so selfish!” I spat, heavy tears running down my already-soaked cheeks. Chris looked nowhere near bothered. His hands were in the pockets of his stupid Cherry LA sweatpants. His face fell.
“Love, I told you this when we got together. As I said, there is nothing good underneath my appearance, I warned you. It’s not my fault that you thought you could change me.” he looked frustrated, his brows furrowed.
I couldn’t believe him. He had seemed so changed after a few months of dating, but apparently he wasn’t. I gave him all my love, yet he’s filling me up with nothing but hate.
“Chris, I think you need to leave. Now.” my voice lowered and broke a couple times in that sentence.
“Come back tomorrow and grab your things, please,” I sniffed, adjusting the strap of my tank top that had fallen off from my frustration. Chris was staring at me. He seemed surprised by what I had just told him, which made me even more mad at him. So selfish.
After a bit of hesitation, Chris left my apartment in a heap with a small pat on my shoulder.
Chris’s POV
With a pat on her back, I was out.
From the beginning of this relationship, situationship may be more fitting, I knew she wanted to change me, and she was sure she could. I knew she couldn’t. No one can. But what I also know, is that she would always hold a special place in my heart. I do love her, I’m just not in for anything serious or long-term, which she has made clear a bunch of times she is.
I made my way out of her driveway. Suddenly I hated this car. Where she was once sitting, laughing at my stupid jokes, pulling me in to kiss her, going through a drive-thru, was now a heavy silence. I was shattered. It didn’t feel real.
Time skip
I was staring at the ceiling, lying in my empty, cold, bed. I couldn’t believe I managed to fuck up this bad. I truly did love her, it was just the commitment that scared me to death. The effort you have to put into a long-term relationship.
And of course, as I’m lying here, the memories start flooding over me, and I did nothing to stop it.
Flashback, third person POV
“Chris, stop! What the fuck are you doing!” she laughed loudly, running onto the damp grass in the backyard. He giggled, trying to throw another cup of water onto her but failed miserably.
“You’re ass! At least try, Chris!” she teased, making her way to the blanket that was spread across the grass. She stumbled over a few pillows, a squeal leaving her lips as she fell over.
He was hovering over her in no time, looking down at her as he poured the water onto her.
“Oh, that was a good one,” he laughed, leaning down between her legs on the floral blanket,
“Oh my god, you’re such a dork, Chris. I’m wearing a white shirt.” she lowered her voice and tucked a piece of drenched hair behind her ear.
“That’s the point,” he almost whispered, leaning down to capture her lips in a gentle but desperate kiss.
“I love you, Chris,” she whispered with a cheesy smile, running a hand through his wet hair.
Her smile faded as there was no response.
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Flashback, Chris POV
Her legs were propped up on my shoulders, head in the pillow, my hands wrapped around her thighs.
“Shh, I’ll take care of you, okay?” I mumbled, ducked my head into her pussy. She was glistening with arousal already.
“Chris please- I need you so bad,” she whimpered, bucking her hips forward, up to my face. I teasingly flicked my nose against her clit, slowly licking a stripe up her folds.
“Oh my god. Stop teasing me,” she whined, intertwining her fingers with my hair. I held her hips down, keeping her in place from escaping my grasp.
So I stopped teasing. Sticking my tongue into her, I earned a loud moan from her. I’ll never get tired of that, it’s like music to my ears.
“You gotta be quiet for me, baby. You don’t want Matt or Nick to hear, right? I promise, I’ll let you scream all you want later,” I chuckled darkly, going back to sucking on her clit gently, earning a few more, attempted muffled, moans from her, making my head spin.
“Please go faster,” she panted, tugging at my hair. She knew it made me go crazy when she did that. In return I let out a groan, making her hips grind against my face.
Again, I slowly licked up her folds, sticking my tongue back into her pussy, purposely rubbing my nose against her sensitive clit. I tried my best not to grind my hips into the bed, but her moans alone turned me so much on.
I couldn’t take it anymore. I knew she was impossibly close to her orgasm.
“Turn around for me,” I murmured, standing up to take off my sweatpants and boxers. There she was, lying on the bed in front of me, her back facing me.
“Good. Tell me if you need me to stop, okay?” I said as I positioned myself behind her, grabbing her hips to position her ass up in the air.
She nodded silently, propping herself up on her elbows.
“Now, try to be quiet,” I snickered, aligning myself with her soaked pussy. Slowly, I slid into her, groaning as I bottomed out.
“Fuck, this pussy was made for me,” I whined, pulling out before thrusting back into her. A few lewd moans escaped her lips, elbows shaking as she fell face-forward into the pillows.
My hands were gripping her hips tightly, speeding up my thrusts as I felt her clench around me.
“Chris, I’m- I’m close. Please-” she moaned. My fingers found their way to her mouth, sticking two fingers in.
“You heard me. Be- be quiet,” I stuttered, keeping my fast pace, the only sounds filling the room being the squelching from her dripping pussy and the occasional quiet whimpers and moans from our both.
“I- Chris,” she whined quietly, cum slowly covering my cock as she reached her climax.
I didn’t stop my thrusts, in fact, I sped up. Her back arched, falling completely forward as I kept going.
“You can take it. I know you can,” I groaned, feeling my own orgasm approaching. Tightly, I gripped her hair, pulling her face up to look at herself in the mirror beside the bed. I could tell she was close again.
“I want you to look at me when you cum for a second time,” that was a lie. I wanted to look at her. Her fucked out expression made me go fucking insane.
It didn’t take me long to finish inside her.
End flashback.
Your POV, present time.
I was shattered. I really did love Chris. A lot. And now he’s gone, possibly forever. Well, not until he picks up his things from my apartment.
I had spent the rest of the afternoon on my couch, eating a shit ton of ice cream, and watching the movies me and Chris never got to finish... That’s another story.
He hadn’t texted me all day since I told him to go home. I mean it made sense, but he always texted me whenever he got home.
What if he went out? Is he hurt? Did attend a party? Is he also crying on his couch? Sleeping?
All the thoughts circling my head gave me a headache. I settled on going to sleep on the couch, trying to sleep the thoughts, and pain, away.
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a/n: byeee i hope this isn't ass LMAOFOO. if you couldnt tell i hate writing smut, its jujst so eughhh. i hope it was bearable
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THIS WOULD BE A MIRACLE BUT CAN U GUYS HELP ME FIND THIS BOOK LIKE CAN U PLS DO ANYTHING TO HELP FIND IT LIKE REBLOF THIS POST IT WOULD PLSSS I NEED TO FIND THIS BOOK
MY MOM FOUND IT ON HER WALK AT WORK SO PLS JUST HELP ME FIND IT
Can y'all pls request??? I'm having writers block
Please please please <3
Hey guys!!
I'm working on a masterlist rn but it's taking so long bc I'm making each banner/divider from scratch for each person
Might take a bit but just wanted to let you know I'm working on it!!!
yeah idk how to work this app but i’m gonna be posting a smut on matt soon, if anyone sees this 😭😭😭
Hate— Matthew sturniolo smut
(not proof read )
authors note 💌 — this is my FIRST time writing smut on this app so please forgive me for this 😔 with that being said I will be taking requests if my account actually reaches ANYONE. It’s kinda long and a little bit angsty but if you like that AND a good old enemies to lover trope (but without the love part!?) this is for you!!!
WARNINGS: nsfw, sexual content, minors dni!!!!!
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You and matt never had a strong connection. The dynamic of your interactions with him were unclear, you couldn’t comprehend why the blue-eyed man barely acknowledged you, except during heated arguments where nick served as a mediator or the instances where you found yourself under him late at night
On this particular night, you patiently waited until the clock struck 3 a.m. before quietly slipping out of Nick's bed. It didn't seem to matter that Nick could sleep through anything, even an apocalypse.
You then made your way to Matt's bed and lightly tapped on the door three times."
the door swings open and before you could even mutter a sentence, Matt pulls you into the room, shutting the door and slamming you against it.
“you’re late” he says
“ That’s rich coming for a man that begs like a little subby bit-“
you are instantly cut off as matt smashes his lips onto yours. he deepens the kiss letting it get a little too heated, moments later you feel his tongue against yours
“open” he mumbles
you instantaneously obey even though matt was the number 1 person on the list of people you hated, you always caught yourself following his instructions
he grips your jaw, forcing your mouth to open slightly, taking the opportunity– he spits into your mouth
“swallow it like the slutty bitch you are ”
you feel yourself pool after those words leave his lips
matt decided to play it safe by moving down to your neck leaving small kisses
you don’t trust yourself to urge him to go quicker but matt gets the memo when a groan of frustration leave your mouth —he reaches inside your pants running a finger between your folds
“ interesting, you sure get wet so fast for the person you hate ”
“can we move this to the bed cause i do not have a problem getting dick from someone else ”
his hands clutch the flimsy tank top you have on and pulls it over to your head, lifting you up with ease
he walks over to his neatly made and tosses you to the bed smiling maliciously as he watches you bounce on his bed, his eyes dilating more as he watches your chest bounce
he moves onto your sweatpants tossing it somewhere across the room putting his undivided attention onto your underwear, he takes it off slowly knowing it would get under your skin.
Getting frustrated you start to groan, and in a split second he shoves your panties into your mouth
giving you a deadpan look, “ since you have a hard time keeping quiet “ he says
before further protesting, he shoves two fingers into you instantly groaning at how wet you are for him
he liked that, the idea that no one else could satisfy you, he thinks that he’d rather have you hate him knowing you’d always end up in his bed late at night and not in the comfort of another man.
His lips envelop your clit, and your head falls back involuntarily. He sucks it, and you’re greatful that the black lace in your mouth kept you from letting out the loudest moan of your life.
mixtures of whimpers, leave your mouth as your eyes start to tear up with how overwhelming it all is, “my cry baby, he whispers
you start tossing and moving around due to how stimulated you are.
matt holds you down as he circles his tongue around your clit sucking hard but pumping his fingers in and out of you roughly just how you like it. seconds later you feel yourself squirting but he doesn’t hault , you reach out to grab his arm but he stops you mid way
“i’m not done with you yet” he whispers
he takes off his sweatpants, pulling the panties out of your mouth.
he flips you over on all fours and you find yourself face to face with the mirror against his wall
you feel his tip against your folds and you find yourself unconsciously backing up towards him. he instantly slides into you filling you up, you feel your eyes shut racked with pleasure –when matt grabs your jaw.
“ no i need you to look at yourself for me yeah?, look away and i’ll stop.”
you immediately make eye contact with him and that’s when he smiles “you’re always such a good girl for me, taking me so well ”
he picks up the pace of his thrusts, fighting himself to not cum cause you felt so intoxicating — he would never admit that to you he was terrified with the thought of you pushing him away if he ever admitted that he felt anything else but hate towards you
he would rather argue with you all day than loose you. he didn’t like the thought of you with anyone else but him– sure it was selfish but he didn’t care he loved that you were always ready for him down the hallway every time you were over.
you gasp as you feel him pull you to his chest feeling him sink deeper, he wraps his arms around your torso forcing you to take every inch he gave you
in that moment you’re his, you don’t care about the insults you throw at each other, it’s almost like everything he did was perfect?
“im so close please don’t stop “ you whimper
“ i know baby” “ you wanna come for me ?” he says looking at you through the mirror hitting ever perfect spot, giving you tender kisses on along the nape of your neck
you lost the ability to form a sentence as he thrusts gets rougher all of a sudden remembering how you teased him about getting involved with another man
“answer me “
“yes please “ you say not caring how stupid you sound or the fact that he’d use this against you in the mere future
“ you still feel like getting dick from someone else?”
“no” you reply instantly
“no one can ever make you feel like thid , can they pretty?”
“no i swear please i can’t-”
“can’t what ? “ he mocks you
“you can’t take it ?”
“ i think you can ”he encouraged
“take it for me baby”
you continue to meet his hard thrusts working yourself even though all you want to do is come around the man you hate the most
“ atta girl, look at yourself, so pretty taking every inch of me”
he reaches down your folds, circling your senstive clit pushing you further towards the climax, you feel yourself coming he presses his hands against your mouth muffling your screams
whispering sweet nothings into your ear
“that’s it , let it all out for me baby
he begins to groan as he feels himself reaching his climax, not trusting himself either he grabs your neck giving you a harsh kiss. as he releases himself inside you
you collapse against him as pleasure consumes the both of you
he runs his finger against the knots of you hair
“you okay “ he whispers
nodding your head as you couldn’t mutter a single sentence.
he smiles at you, gently wiping the fallen tears from your eyes, he looks down at the both of you connected,
his eyes trained at his dick swallowed by your tight folds, cautiously pulling out — refusing to give you a break you feel his fingers at the entrance of your swollen cunt, not letting his cum slip out. you open your mouth to gasp but you are met with a gentle kiss.
he moves to grabs his boxers putting them on you feeling a sinking weight of disappointment in your chest.
you start to look for your materials he trashed around his room thinking that it was time for you to leave when hault your actions when he speaks suddenly “what are you doing ?”
“leaving ” you reply monotonously
“ sit down, i’m running you a bath ”
this was an unusual for you, you were used to men giving you the cold shoulder after a round of intimacy
you try your best to ignore the weird feeling that bubbles in your chest— secretly enjoying his civility towards you, knowing that the next day everything would go back to the way things always were — leaving a bitter taste of unresolved emotions in the air.
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matt would talk you through it when you’re almost close…..
MASTERLIST˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗
get to know me‧₊˚🖇️✩ ₊˚⊹♡ my guidelines ‧₊˚🖇️✩ ₊˚⊹♡
CHRIS SMUT ‧₊˚🖇️✩ ₊˚🎧⊹♡
✭ CAR SEX
✭ NERVOUS
MATT SMUT ‧₊˚🖇️✩ ₊˚🎧⊹♡
✭HATE
✭HATE PT.2
✭AFTER PARTY
TEXTS‧₊˚🖇️✩ ₊˚🎧⊹♡
✭CHRIS
✭MATT
✭MATT
Hate - Matthew sturniolo pt2
Authors note: the last part was inspired by all i wanted - paramore !!!!
Warnings- choking, spitting and ofc sex😆
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The past week had been an agonizing descent into emotional chaos. Each day felt like a struggle to maintain composure as the memory of Matthew, the man you had vowed to hate, occupied every inch of my mind. Simple tasks became a challenge, as your thoughts were constantly hijacked by his presence, even in his absence. Desperate for a distraction, you convinced yourself that avoiding Matthew would be the solution, attempting to dodge him at every turn.
However, your well-intentioned strategy crumbled when Nick and Chris, refused to let you retreat into solitude. Dragged you against your will, they insisted on taking you to a random party, determined to shake you out of your self-imposed isolation. , you found yourself amidst a sea of strangers, the pounding music and swirling lights serving as a temporary escape from the last weekend how he knew every inch of your body, the way he pounded into you and how he always knew how to make you feel good.
Hey, are you listening?" The interruption jolted you back to the present, you replied with a forced, "Yeah, I am," masking the lie behind a half-hearted smile. My attention, however, was fixated on the man in front of me, who seemed oblivious to the fact that his words about his brand new car were falling on deaf ears. As he rambled on, his enthusiasm only fueled your growing irritation. The beer bottle in your hand became a tempting, makeshift weapon.
Glancing around the room, filled with sweaty bodies and the pungent scent of marijuana, you caught sight of Matthew. His gaze, like an invisible thread, connected with yours. His face contorted with a mixture of annoyance and anger as he witnessed the man boldly wrapping his arm around your waist. you couldn't help but smile, realizing that you were successfully getting under Matthew's skin. Testing your luck, you seized the opportunity to escalate the situation further, grabbing the man (whose name you had already forgotten) and planting a kiss on him. To your surprise, he didn't seem to mind; instead, his grip on your waist tightened.
Just as the tension reached its peak, the atmosphere shifted abruptly. The man was forcefully shoved away from you as you turned to see Matthew, his eyes shooting daggers at the now bewildered intruder.
"Bro, what the fuck is your problem" the man exclaimed in confusion as Matt stepped forward menacingly.
"Don’t ever touch her again, unless you enjoy the comfort of a hospital bed." Matt warned with an intensity that sent a shiver down the man's spine.
Stammering, he offered a shaky apology, “I didn’t know she was spoken for”
What a fucking pussy, you thought
Interrupted mid-thought, you found yourself yanked away from the growing crowd that had formed around. Matt's grip on your arm was firm, and as he pulled you away, the chaotic scene behind faded into the background.
“Where are we going Matt” — your left unanswered as he pulls you towards the direction his car.
“Get in” he says bluntly
“No, I’m good” you say
You find yourself pushed against a car, sandwiched between the cold metal and the warmth of Matthew's body pressing against yours. His proximity was unnerving, yet strangely electrifying. "Get in the car, Y/N, or I swear to God, I will spank you so hard you won’t be able to sit for days. You choose," he declared, his voice low and authoritative and of course you couldn't help but smirk at the unexpected threat.
"How chivalrous," you whispered, teasingly testing the boundaries. His response was immediate and filled with a kind of possessiveness you hadn't anticipated. "Only for you, sweetheart, although you seem to not get that. How many times do I need to fuck the shit out of you he began, his frustration evident, "before you understand that I do. not. want to see you with other men?"
“It sounds like you’re upset, aww matthew “ you say mockingly
“Did he really upset you?, Did you not like the way he was touching m-“ you’re instantly cut off when matt wraps his fingers around your neck slightly adding pressure
“Get in the backseat. Now” he whispers against your lips
Weird. Matt never acted impulsively. You instantly obey as his eyes showed a little desperation and you liked that. of course
You quickly slide into the back seat, with Matt following closely behind. Without delay, he seizes the back of your head, pulling you into a passionate kiss that feels both necessary and possessive. You have no complaints.
Tugging at your top in a demanding manner, you raise your hands, but instead, Matt forcefully tears your top in half, planting intense kisses all over your chest. Gripping your ankle, he pulls you into a reclined position.
Lifting your skirt without bothering to remove it, he slides down your panties and tucks them into his back pocket.
his fingers move through your slit back and forth inciting a moan from you, finding your clit he circles it. matt leans backward wanting a full view. wanting this moment engraved in his mind every time he thought of you. you move to palm him through his pants when he pins your hands on the seat. “ just be a good girl for me and sit back”
He inserts two fingers, his cool rings teasing your clit, creating a pleasurable friction. Your hips instinctively sync with his motions,
He tightens his grip around your neck. As he quickens the pace of his finger thrusts, you release another gasp of pleasure.
You try to hold in your sounds, trying to move away from his fingers he adds pressure to his grip around your neck. “where you tryna to go baby?, where’s that good girl that could take it all hmm”
“you were so confident a minute ago, yet you can’t handle my fingers,” he mocks
he decides to add a third finger, curling his fingers hitting that sweet spot he knew you loved.
“matt please “ you’re able to plead in the midst of your moans
“Isn't this what you wanted? I didn't give you enough attention, so you tried getting with someone who couldn’t even get you this wet” he says
you look down at how you were taking his fingers causing you to grow wetter, causing a small wet spot to the leathered seat
"Do you enjoy watching yourself?" he asks, and you respond with a soft whimper.
you’re about to hit that level of release, based on the lack of words being said by you. matt immediately pulls his fingers out earning a protest from you, which he ignores looking at you smugly he takes his fingers covered with your essence putting it to his mouth sucking off your juices he leans down connecting his lips with yours making you taste yourself.
“you taste that?, that’s all me. not him“ he reminds you
“if you wanna cum you’re gonna have to earn it, now take my pants off “ he says voice dripping with dominance
your shaky hands move to his belt unbuckling it. he takes a hold of the belt wrapping it around your wrist. you look at him confused sure it wasn’t unusual for matt to pull a stunt like this —but in public. with his brothers a street away from the both of you. gave you a rush of excitement
he takes of his boxers lining up with your entrance. he decides to tease you further. moving up your folds and without warning slams into you giving you harsh thrusts. giving you no leeway to adjust
you let out the loudest moan which he doesn’t stops. he likes this. he was always a fan of hearing how good HE made you feel
“that’s it, let it all out for me baby” he encouraged
“fuck you” you reply, Disliking how much influence he had on you, a feeling clearly rooted in the fear of experiencing heartbreak.
He clenches your jaw, making you open your mouth, then spits into it. "Swallow," he commands, and you comply, staring at him with lowered eyelashes.
“i know you can’t get enough of me, you’ll always come back to me. no matter how much you try to run away. you always come back. and i’ll make you see that “he replies to your insult.
Thrusting into your hips, he targets that familiar sweet spot, causing your eyes to roll back. His hand travels toward your throat, fully enclosing it. He maintains a firm grip, allowing just enough air for you to breathe, and you moan under the pressure. However, you find yourself struggling to breathe a little.
“ look at me” he says, and you oblige
“there is no one who could ever make you feel like this. i won’t share you with anyone else.”
"Yes, Matt," you cry out, tears welling in your eyes. He gently wipes them away as you continue to gaze at him, your hands clutching the ones he has wrapped around your neck.
“ you wanna breathe?“ he says adding more pressure but making sure he wasn’t inflicting harm onto you
“please ” you beg
“come on this dick if you wanna breathe baby” he says
His fingers rubbed against your clit, bringing you closer to your release, not slowing down his movements, the only intention in his mind was to make you cum. He lifted your legs and placed them on his shoulders, wanting to feel you deeper
Leading to a loss of focus as additional tears flowed down your face.
You're under his influence, absorbing all he provides, making sure to maintain eye contact—aware of his fondness for it, yet fearing he might stop if you looked away. Yet, you found appeal in the peculiar way he gazed at you.
Closing in on your face, he eliminates any personal space between you, driven solely by the desire to prevent your escape from him. Your eyes lock onto the silver metal wrapped around his neck, lightly brushing your face —making your walls squeeze around him tighter.
“ you got this baby, just a little longer for me yeah ”he encourages
his words giving you some sort of confidence you move your hips to meet his rythym aching for that release you were denied earlier. the car slowly moving with the bucking of your hips. and filled with the grunts matt made.
he leans down his lips meet yours, matt abandons your clit, one hand still wrapped around your neck his fingers graze your lower stomach pushing slightly feeling where he was buried deep. a silent laugh escapes his lips “ you feel that don’t you sweetheart do you see how well you’re taking every inch” he mocks clearly still mad over the recent events that took place earlier
“i just did that to make you mad, i don’t want him matt “ you choke out using your limited oxygen to pled your case
“say it then, tell me that you want me and no one else “ he replies
“ i want you and no one else matt” you pled. truth laced with every word that left your mouth
“come for me “ and you do instantly releasing all over his shaft clutching onto his tatted arm. he immediately release his hand that was wrapped around your neck and you take big breath. filling your lungs with oxygen.
he gripped onto your hips, pulling you impossibly close as he comes inside you. subconsciously mimicking your habit in seeking comfort from you as well.
“are you okay.” he asks staring at your neck that had imprints of his fingers. slight guilt washing over him fearful that he might’ve pushed you passed your boundaries.
“i’m okay matt” you scratch his scalp gently to reassure him that you were okay.
A hush envelops both of you, uncertainty filling the air. Neither of you knows what to say next. After months of mutual disdain, you both finally confessed to liking each other.
After minutes of mutual silence, with your eyes lowered and bodies still connected, Matt, buried in your embrace, finally summons the courage to speak. "Did you mean what you said?" he asks.
His words quicken your heart, and as you attempt to lift from under him, he holds you firmly in place.
"Please don't walk away from me.", he manages to say, still catching his breath,
You gaze at him, releasing your grip on his tousled hair, Unable to think coherently.
"You're joking, right? I mean, we hate each other, Matt," you say, aware that your words are a lie. Beneath all the arguing and name-calling, you love him. Yet, you're foolish enough to let fear cloud your judgment.
"please don’t lie to me “ he says
"I'll be straightforward since you're stubborn. You don't want to see me with other people, and neither do I," he says, his voice resonating with honesty.
"So, cut the bullshit and let me be the man you deserve. If you don't want that, I understand. Just please have the balls to tell me, and I'll leave you alone," he says, loosening his grip on your waist.
Testing the waters, you move, and he doesn't stop you. The unspoken tension hangs in the air, awaiting the resolution that could redefine their dynamic.
Allowing him to withdraw, you grimace slightly at the sensitivity. As Matt moves away, defeated, you stare back at him, your heart still pounding from his confession. Despite the tumultuous nature of your relationship, you halt yourself from self-destruction, reluctant to spoil another delicate aspect of your connection with Matt—though delicate might not be the perfect term to describe it.
Gently cradling Matt's face like a fragile porcelain mask, your hands trembling with fear of causing harm. In a tender moment, you press a soft kiss to his lips. That simple gesture speaks volumes, conveying your unspoken desire for him. In that shared intimacy, Matt understands, and what you wanted becomes clear – him.
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It's all because I wanna Show you that I'm so capable
• warnings: substances, sex while high yay!, kinda long!!!!
Nervous- Chris Sturniolo smut
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The neighbourhood's music softly emanates from your vinyl while you casually scroll on your phone without much thought.
A gentle tapping resonates from your window, prompting you to become alert. You glance at the clock, which shows 1:58 am, dismissing the sound, thinking it's just the breeze.
The sound grows more distinct, prompting you to cautiously get out of bed. You walk toward the window, hastily opening the curtains to see who's interrupting your late-night music session, momentarily escaping reality.
In all his glory, Chris stands before you. You unlatch the window, opening it to invite him into your room. You take in his appearance, noticing his grey sweatpants, tousled brown hair cascading gracefully on his forehead, and the glint of his silver chain peeking through his sweatshirt. and he looks good.
“you done staring , you’re practically drooling” chris interrupts your thoughts
“what are you doing here it’s almost 2am ” you say ignoring his snarky comment.
“ I Just wanted to hang” he reples
his hands move towards his pocket pulling out a tightly rolled blunt. he moves towards the window, not wanting the room to smell like the illegal substance. sitting on the windowsill he grabs the lighter burning the end inhaling the smoke all while maintaining eye contact. his eyes drift over your appearance, from his oversized shirt you stole from him, and a random pair of shorts. he slightly leans over, his fingers wrap around the waistband of your shorts tugging slightly eliminating the space between the two of you.
"Hi," he greets, observing your silence. His hands gently scratch your scalp as he takes another extended drag from the blunt.
"Hi," you reply relaxed from Chris's fingers. Wishing they were exploring elsewhere.
With his hands still on your waist, subconsciously squeezing as a habit, his thumb caresses the exposed skin as he pulls you to straddle him.
"I've missed you," he says, breaking the silence.
"I mean, you practically leaped through my bedroom window," you nervously inject humor into the tense situation.
Inhaling once more, he grips your jaw, exhaling the smoke into your mouth. You breathe in the substance, releasing the excess smoke from your lips. taking the opportunity to place his lips on yours leading to a heated make out, as his lips move to your neck leaving leaving kisses that were likely to leave a mark next morning
Chris gets up from his seated position, causing you to wrap your legs around his torso, he takes a seat on your bed as he continues to attack you with heated kisses, you move your fingers to loop your fingers around his sweatshirt when he stops your actions, you pause and look at him confused as this wasn't an unusual setting for the both of you
"Are you sure?" he asks, gazing into your eyes for any signs of discomfort. Simultaneously, he gently squeezes your waist, an unspoken pledge that he wouldn't be upset if you weren't up for it.
You nod and lean in to give him a kiss. "Words, I need words, sweetheart," he requests.
"Yes, Chris, I'm sure," you affirm, providing him with the confirmation he needed.
He rises from the seated position, placing you gently on your feet, Heading to the window frame where his second blunt rests, he lights it up and moves toward you, inhaling the smoke. "Take it off for me, look at me while you're doing it," he instructs, his gaze fixed on you.
You follow along, starting with his oversized shirt that clings to your body and smells just like him. He sizes you up, his hands running through your hair, pushing it back and exposing your neck adorned with the bruises from his earlier attack. The blunt moves from his lips to yours, and he takes control, regulating how much you inhale, well aware that your tolerance doesn't match his.
He moves towards you causing you to take a step back, the back of your legs hit the bed frame, causing you to tilt your head to look up to chris,His fingers gently stroke your cheek, planting a tender kiss on your lips before he crouches down. handing you the blunt to hold onto
He tugs at the waistband of your panties, tossing them aside, and you observe as he spreads your legs, murmuring explicit words as if it's the first time he's laid eyes on you in such a way. Placing a kiss on your inner thighs, he lifts your leg over his shoulder, moving closer to your heat. You toy with his hair, and he watches you, seizing the chance to catch you off guard as his moves his mouth towards your wetness.
You feel his mouth warm mouth against your heat, and you let your head fall backwards onto the mattress, chris starts to move his tongue tasting your wetness gently moving towards your clit each time, and you gasp silently thanking his skillful mouth.
In a matter of minutes, Chris quickens his pace, challenging your ability to remain silent. To stifle your sounds, you bite down on your finger as his mouth envelops your clit sucking harder and harder. Your grip on his hair tightens, but instead of pulling away from the stinging sensation, he presses his mouth even closer , and this leaves you breathless, chris takes notice and he redirects his attention from your clit to you.
"deep breaths for me, baby," he says, his thumb circling on your clit. You follow his instructions, concentrating on deep breaths, while Chris's free hand reassuringly rubs circles against your hips.
"Atta girl," he praises, satisfied that you've replenished enough oxygen to your brain. he slides his tongue back inside you, returning his mouth to your clit. Your hand moves to your hips, where you sense his firm grip. Taking a bold step, you intertwine your fingers with his, feeling his thumb brushing against yours, providing you with great comfort.
You feel yourself nearing your climax, your breath becoming shallow as the weight on your lower stomach becomes prominent. Chris adds a finger inside you, but his tongue doesn't abandon your swollen clit. Moments later, you release inside Chris's mouth, and he swallows your release. The speed of his fingers doesn't halt, edging your release further.
He withdraws his fingers, putting them into his mouth to suck off the excess, all while maintaining a gaze with lowered eyes. He grabs onto your hips, pulling you to the edge of the bed, offering you a sloppy kiss, wanting you to taste yourself.
he grabs the reminder of the blunt that was discarded onto your nightstand,relighting it he takes a long drag blowing off the excess smoke.
"Take my pants off for me would you baby" he says and you comply with the request, you see his long shaft hit the bottom of his stomach and you practically drool at the sight. You move to stroke it, but he grabs onto your hand. "Did I tell you to touch me?" he says, and you shake your head in response.
"always so needy for me aren't you sweetheart" he says.
"Chris, please," you express, a clear desire for him to quicken the pace. Yet, he relishes in your evident neediness, wanting the image of you gazing at him with such neediness to be etched into his memory.
Finally choosing to end your anticipation, he grabs onto you and flips you onto all fours. Running the head of his shaft in between your folds, he gradually sinks into you, emitting a groan at the overwhelming sensation, as his eyes fall shut. It proves intoxicating for him, a feeling he swears could be his undoing.
he bunches your hair into a makeshift ponytail and pulls you into his chest as he places the blunt in between your lips encouraging you to take a hit as he slides in and out of you. It drove you wild how effortlessly he could multitask, every action of his causing a frenzy within you, yet he appeared composed as if he weren't deeply buried inside you. You exhale when he slides all his inches into you, simultaneously increasing his pace, eliciting a cry of pleasure from you. His hand finds its way to your mouth, muffling your cries, while his mouth brushes against your ears, you hear his shallow breaths.
"shh, just take it all for me " he says as you feel the cackle from his inhale of the blunt. his eyes trained on the way his dick disappears inside you, as your walls enclose around him with each thrust. your hand move to the back of his neck not wanting to fall over by the harsh thrusts he was giving you lightly burying your fingers in his hair as he nips at every inch of skin available to him.
"fuck, you feel so good" he moves to your clit toying with your swollen bud and you feel tears brim your vision and your hands fly up to the hand that silenced your moans pulling at it you turn to look at him, but you are met with a kiss,It's messy and intense, the kind that screams possessiveness, and you're no stranger to that feeling.
The bristles of his stubble tickle your cheeks as you grip the back of his head firmly, wanting him impossibly closer than his current proximity. You try to pull away, but his hands move towards your head, keeping you in place and thwarting your attempt to escape just seconds ago.
Chris finally pulls away, his gaze shifting to your cheeks stained with tears. He then looks at your slightly swollen lips, and his eyes meet yours. He discards the blunt onto the ashtray on your nightstand, annoyed that he couldn't witness how good he was making you feel, he wasn't willing to miss another opportunity for a visual playback when he was away from you.
"fuck this i wanna look at you" he whispers
He wraps both his arms around your torso, carrying you to your vanity. Still buried deep inside you, he places you down on the wooden table, moving you around like a ragdoll he can play with at his convenience.
Truth be told, he wanted every part of your room to remind you of him and only him—from the window he climbed through minutes ago to the bathroom sink he fucked you against last week. He enjoyed the idea of imprinting his presence in your mind, making you nervous to move suddenly. So, you focus on the wall, avoiding his intense gaze.
"You shy now?" he says, resting his forehead against yours to make you look at him. "Hmm, pretty girl?" he whispers against your lips, smiling as he feels your walls squeeze him. His own pleasure grows at the realization that you respond positively to everything he says.
"You like that, don't you, baby?" he asks, continuing to slam his hips into you, causing you to whimper at his harsh thrusts and you stare at him, dazed by him and the substance that started taking a toll on you, making everything ten times more pleasurable. The way he looks at you, studying what you like, and how you're always at his beck and call.
"I'll call you that anytime you want me to," he says, continuing to tease you. His fingers skillfully attend to your clit, intensifying the overwhelming sensations as he maintains a heated gaze. His thrusts show no signs of slowing down, effortlessly hitting that spot you know and love
You nestle your head on his shoulders, feeling his hands reach for your hair, running his fingers through it. "Is it too much for you?" he asks "Cause if you want to be mine," he begins, planting a kiss on your temple, "you're gonna have to handle a lot more " he declares, gripping your face to make you look at him, his eyes low and slightly red from the many hits he took, feeling the burning sensation in your gut intensify everytime you look at him.
"you wanna be mine?" he asks, right against your lips. and you nod, not wanting anything more than him.
"say it. use your words"
"yes chris. I want to be yours " you sob pleading
Chris smiles at your response, halting his thrusts. "Show me how much, show me how no one else could make you feel like this" he says, and you move your hips against his, riding him hastily, eager to reach your peak.
"no one else can, I promise" you whisper as your mind goes blank, slightly cursing at how he could make you do and say the most outrageous things
"Oh, I know that already. I just want you to show me," he replies to your claim, cockily. Chris was the type to get jealous, but all of that went out the window when he sees how you respond to him in moments like these. He knew you wouldn't dare to seek pleasure from someone else,If you ever entertained the idea of seeking pleasure elsewhere, he consistently made it clear who you belonged to, swiftly reestablishing your place and your actions only reinforced his confidence in that belief.
"that's it baby, just like that " he encourages, the pleasure finally gets too much for you, and he takes notice that you were close.
"you gonna cum for me?" he asks observing your face, which exuded pleading, causes him to look at you with a smile.
"Do you think you deserve to?" he questions you, you nod not able to form a reply as he halted your release, you're already severely lightheaded and sensitive. Usually he'd ask you to use your words to tell him what he wanted, but as he observed your face, which exuded pleading, he didn't push you for an answerr
"do it baby" he encourages
It doesn't take much for you to comply with his request. His hands move to your mouth, muffling your sounds as you reach your orgasm. It hits you with such force that your eyesight is veiled with dark spots, flames erupting through the entirety of your body. and he watches you with a prideful expression as you spill your release all over him and the sight alone causes him to spill his release inside you,his grip around your waist tightens, not wanting you to run away.
He places a gentle kiss on your lips as you ride out your second orgasm. Swiftly scanning your face for any signs of discomfort or crossed boundaries, he sighs in relief when he only sees sheer exhaustion and red eyes, influenced by the weed.
"Do you mean what you said, or is it just the blunt talking?" he voices out vulnerably. He watches as you look at him with confusion, but your face changes as you connect the dots
"yes, did you?" you whisper
"I thought I made myself clear when I had you against the sink last week and climbed through your second-story window," he mentions, intertwining your fingers with his. You respond with a lazy chuckle, appreciating his sense of humor.
He pulls out of you slowly, acknowledging your sensitivity,watching how he smoothly withdrew from you, fitting together like a puzzle piece, allowing you a moment to gather your thoughts.
Before you decide to move, you sense Chris's fingers at your entrance, pushing his release back inside you, selfishly reveling in the sight,you attempt to express your sensation through a moan, but instead, his lips meet yours, muting any sound you might make.
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congrats on 500 followers queen, we miss you come back
SOOO INSANEEEE i wanna give all of y’all a big kiss wtf??
thank you guys so so much, ily all and thank you for fuckin w me like that💗💗
i’m coming back soon so lmk what you guys wanna read and i’ll do my best to make y’all proud <3
Toxic fwb texts w/ matt
AN: Just hit 500 followers so i thought i’d treat y’all with some toxic matt 🤭 thank you once again ily💗
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I can almost guarantee that every writer on here has had a wattpad phase
matt is so “you’re taking me so well baby, just one more for me" coded.
ARGUE WITH THE DAMN WALL
ATTENTION!!!!!!!
LONGGGGGG smuttyyyyyy BUT angsty matt fic coming soon yall
i really like this one
hint: sink ;)