lia 🩷

୨୧ — matt sturniolo ⋆˙⟡

summary . . . in which, reader is obsessed with matts beard

warnings !! smut, p in v, car sex, petnames (baby, bunny, bun, good girl), dom!matt, etc

“fuck bunny” matts groans could be heard from behind you as you pushed yourself back onto him—fucking yourself desperately on his thick and veiny cock.

your moans filled the car as you looked back at him periodically, just to see that beard. fuck you loved it so much. you loved how much more manly he looked with the facial hair, but he also just looked so fucking sexy.

“god—fuck.. you really like when i grow this shit out? huh?” you nod as you arched your back a bit more, making him somehow deeper, all the pleasure you could ask for being received in this moment.

˖⋆࿐໋ ୨୧ NEEDY . ꒰ 𝐝𝐢𝐥𝐟!𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭 ꒱

SUMMARY ゛ ⸝⸝.ᐟ⋆ in which, you were needy all day and when matt finally gets home he give you what you need.

WARNINGS :: SMUT, p in v, oral (fem receiving), clitoral stimulation, kissing, praise, nipple play, daddy kink, sir kink, begging, teasing, thumb sucking, multiple orgasms, orgasm control, breeding, dirty talk, demanding, pet names (sweetheart, pretty baby, baby, honey, angel, princess, babydoll, good girl, sweet girl)

𝐀 𝐅𝐄𝐖 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒 𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑, 𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐄𝐃 through the door “sweetheart?” you jumped out of bed and ran down the steps. jumped into his arms, happy that he was finally home “hello to you too”

“missed you” usually lilly would have been standing right next to him at this point, but she wasn’t coming down the steps. you start to kiss him desperately, he kisses you back while also trying to speak between kisses “did *kiss* lilly leave *kiss* with her *kiss* mom *kiss* already?”

you hum against his lips as a reply “i thought *kiss* she wasn’t *kiss* leaving till *kiss* i *kiss* got home?” you huff as you pull away from his lips, pouting at him “what?”

“why are you asking so many questions, just kiss me!” his eyes never lose contact with yours “well i wanted to know where my daughter is”

“andie came and got her early because she wanted to take her somewhere, will you kiss me now?”

“wasn’t so hard to tell me now was it?” his lips re-connected with yours. he carries you all the way to the bedroom before placing you on the bed “are you gonna keep your promise”

he smiles down at you “have i ever broken a promise?” you think about it, shaking your head “so what makes you think i’m not gonna keep it this time? huh?” you shrug “words sweetheart”

“i don’t know..” you looked so cute—so shy. “you don’t know?” you shake your head once again “you’re so adorable pretty baby” his fingers holding your chin “thank you..” he chuckles, admiring your features “you’re welcome sweetheart”

he bends down, kissing you again.

you whimper into the kiss as he starts to rub your clit through your panties after he stuck his hand up your skirt. “love when you whimper for me.. just the cutest little noises”

you grind your hips down, desperate for him to move his fingers faster “just a needy little thing aren’t you?” your slick coats his fingers without your panties even being off “so wet, you’re leaking through your panties”

you whine, grinding your hips down again “want more sweetheart?” you nod “faster daddy”

“do you deserve it?” you nod again “yes sir” he knew he was going to give you more, he just wanted to hear you beg “yeah? what have you done to deserve it?” you stuttered over your words as you became even more needy “i- i waited so patiently f- for you to get ho.. home a- and, i’ve been a good- a good girl”

“you have been a good girl, haven’t you?” you moaned louder as his fingers moved faster “this what you wanted sweetheart?” you whimpered, your head falling against his shoulder.

you grip at his shirt, signaling you want it off. you whine when he stops touching you, taking his clothes off “you wanted it off sweetheart, i can’t take my clothes off if i’m still touching you” he takes everything off besides his boxers.

his fingers play with the hem of your skirt “can i take this off?”

“yes..” he moves his fingers to play with the strap of your tank top “what about this? can i take this off too?” you nod “yes.. please, take it all off daddy..” he pecks your lips “good girl, that’s what i like to hear”

he takes your skirt off at a teasingly slow pace, his finger tip tracing your skin. he does the same thing with your top, giving small kisses to your neck while he unclasps your bra, leaving you in only panties.

he watches as you gasp at the feeling of him rolling your nipples between his fingers “love these pretty little things so much” you were so wet, desperate to be touched “please, need your cock..” he loves how you beg for him, and how you get so needy “yeah? what about my mouth? need that too?”

“yes sir” he removes his fingers from the hard buds, moving his thumb to your lips “open” you did just as he told you, opening your mouth, allowing him to put the digit in your mouth. “good girl, such a good listener..” you wrapped your lips around him as he went as deep as he could into your mouth.

“gonna get a little taste of you before i give you my cock, okay?” you nod, staring up at him through your eyelashes “okay” your words were muffled, he chuckled “you should always listen like this..” you whine as he takes his thumb from your mouth.

“lie down baby” you get comfortable on the bed before he crawls above you. he starts at your neck, and kisses all the way down to the waist band of your panties.

he places a kiss on your covered clit, making you gasp “mmm- so sensitive” he pulls your panties down, throwing them in the same direction as the other clothes. he kisses on your thighs, teasing you before he actually puts his tongue on you.

“daddy ple-“ he interrupts you, not allowing you to finish your sentence “y’know, i just love being able to do this.. ‘love when i get to taste you. you’re just so fuckin’ sweet, and you make the cutest little noises when i finally give you what you’ve been beggin’ for”

his mouth get dangerously close to where you want it “being able to eat you out is like a reward, cause you just taste so good. other guys wish they had someone that tastes just like this” he licks a stripe between your folds, getting your flavor on his tongue.

you whimper, your clit finally getting attention again “awe, did that feel good baby?” you hummed, not trusting yourself with your words as he sucked on your clit.

you’ve been wanting this for hours now, and you’re finally getting it. you thought he was going to take his time with you like he had been doing, but he was eating you like he had been starved—like he hasn’t had a meal in months, it was almost like he wanted you to cum fast.

“d- daddy!” you arch your back, your breath picking up “c’mon baby” his tongue circles your clit “give it all t’me” you were embarrassed about becoming close so quickly, but you couldn’t help it, you were always like this. you came all over his mouth, your arousal lying on his chin.

he didn’t stop working his mouth on you, but he didn’t keep up the pace he was at, it was much slower, taking his time. it helped you ride out your high without feeling super overstimulated.

before another orgasm could start building within you, he pulled away. he brought his mouth to your ear “sorry for goin’ so fast babydoll, i jus’ wanted to see how fast i could make you cum” he chucked “and y’know, you made it almost 40 seconds, that was longer than i thought you would last”

you pouted “stop being mean”

“oh i’m sorry, i’ll stop bein’ mean, ‘kay?” you nod, his voice traced with faux sweetness. “think you can take my dick now sweet girl? or you too-“

“i can take it, please give it to me!” you needed it so bad, his tongue felt so good, but it wasn’t enough after you’ve been waiting for this all day.

“impatient, huh?”

“m’sorry daddy, j- just so needy” he smirks at your words “so needy, who’s got you all needy? hm? who’r you all needy for sweet girl?” he runs his tips between your folds, teasing you a bit “you.. s- so needy for you daddy..” he loves this, when you don’t care how embarrassed you are to say it out loud, you just need it so bad that you don’t care.

“only for me? right?” he slowly slides himself into your leaky hole, starting with only the tip “y-es sir!” he watches your face contort as he watches you take the rest of his cock into your tiny hole “good.. good girl..”

“f- fuck!” he immediately hits one of your spots, almost like he knew how to position himself to get there “language baby, you know i don’t like you talkin’ like that” you tried to apologize, but your voice was taken from you as he moves his hips.

your moans and squeals filled the room along with his grunts and whispers of praise.

“doing so good for me princess”

“so pretty, yeah?”

“so proud of you.. taking all of me in that little hole”

all of the praises and degrading praises he whispered into your ear only increased your pleasure. “m- m’cl-ose!” he gave you a soothing kiss on your cheek “go ahead princess, cum for daddy, cum just for me”

your walls flutter around him as you came around him. you tried to squeeze him as tight as you could, hoping for him to finish faster “squeezing me so tight honey, gon’ cum if you keep doin’ that”

you whine as you become overstimulated, it was too much, but it felt so good having him dominate you like this.

while his orgasm is building, so is yours. the intense amounts of pleasure piling up in your tummy “d.. daddy!” he knew you were warning him of your upcoming release, being just as close as you are to that sweet edge “i know baby, me too, gonna wait for me? hm?” you nod, not wanting to disobey him.

you were trying so hard to hold off, but you couldn’t any longer, you instinctively closed your legs “open ‘em back up-there we go” he used his hands to push your thighs open, and you didn’t stop him “gonna cum in you- fuck- gonna make you a mommy”

“please” you whine “m’cumming angel- shit” his warm liquid shoots into you, painting your walls, filling you up.

“t- thank you..” he chuckles at your words “you’re welcome princess”

୨୧ — dilf!chris sturniolo x bunny!reader ⋆˙⟡

summary . . . wishing dilf!chris a happy fathers day

warnings !! smut, p in v,

for my girllll !! @bernardsbendystraws bunny!reader originally by @muwapsturniolo !!🤍 thank you @snoopychris for proofreading

“whatever you want…” your big eyes looked up into his as be stared down at you. his large, veiny hand held your chin, keeping your eyes on his “yeah bun? gonna let me do whatever i want?”

you nod “yes sir..” you wanted him so bad.

fathers day didn’t go as planned for him. he had his daughter, but she was bratty all day, and now that she is back with her mom, chris just needed to call you over.

he lied you down on the bed, slowly peeling every inch of your clothing off, taking in your sweet vanilla aroma as he kissed your neck “smell so good bun..” you mutter out a “thank you” trying to keep yourself composed.

his kisses slowly made their way down to your lower abdomen, getting you so excited for what was about to come… or at least you thought.

he chuckled as you whined, bringing his kisses back up to your face “no whining bun.. you said whatever i want, yeah? and i wanna tease you a little bit..”

your heart pounded, anticipating his touch “tell me how bad you want it.. wanna hear you beg bunbun” your chest heaved, folds dripping, desperate for anything he could possibly give you—if he does at all.

you gulped before opening your mouth, but no words came out, just silence, almost choking on your own breath. “c’mon, you can do it?”

his hand rests on your waist, soothing the bruised skin, the bruise he left with his mouth just minutes prior. “i.. please” your voice was strangled, you forced the words out.

“good girl.. good bunny”

he took one last slow deep breath before leaning back into your lips, the softness of both of your lips smothering each other as they moved in sync.

the words you couldn’t say with your voice, you said with your mouth. begging him for all of it, all of everything he wanted to do to you, because it is his day.

he slowly tore off his own clothes, never disconnecting his lips from yours.

he stripped himself down to nothing, his bare body finally pressed up against yours “gonna put you on your tummy, kay?” you nod, helping him get you positioned how he wants.

his hands run through your hair, soft tugs every few seconds before he tugs hard. you wince at the pain of him pulling on the hair, right at the root.

he places his hand under your chin, forcing you to look back at him. “look right at me, okay? wanna watch you take it”

you nod as you breathing becomes heavier, his tip nudging at your entrance as he runs head through your dripping folds.

without warning, he eases into your cunt, stretching you out; you’ll never be used to how big he is.

you unintentionally tried to squirm away—trying to get away from the stretch. he used the grip on your hair to pull you back, falling right back onto his dick that you almost got away from. a moan left your mouth as be bottomed back out.

“what’re you runnin’ for bun? huh? the dick too big for you? can’t take it?” he sounded almost cocky, like he enjoyed seeing you struggle to keep him inside. “too- fuck!” you whined as he pulled out all the way to the head, just to ram right back into you.

you felt everything in every thrust. his cock brushing against your walls, the curve of his cock helping him hit your most sensitive spot, each vein becoming imprinted on your insides.

“you’re not runnin’ now bun? what happened? feel too good?” he questioned as he stared into your eyes, intimidating you.

he wanted you to feel like that, because he also knew you felt too good right now to even speak. his cock repeatedly pounding into you making your mind all blank and fuzzy.

you wanted to protest, but you couldn’t, it felt too good.

“sweet baby girl.. can’t even think for herself anymore because of some dick, huh?” you somehow remained eye contact. you weren’t sure if it was because you how bad you wanted him to keep going, or because you wanted to make him proud.

“just the best bunny ever, yeah? doin’ everything i tell you to, no disobedience.. god— i should just keep you around forever” your lips were parted as bits of saliva start to form a layer on your lip, repeated strings of moans leaving your throat.

he reached to where your bodies connected, attaching his fingers to your clit, and that’s what made you break. you broke eye contact, falling into the pillows. he chuckles, watching as you trembled, pleasure taking over your body.

“bunny?” he pets your hair, trying to get your attention, but you’re gone. “bunbun.. hey.” he tugs at your hair, getting you to whine.

he leans down, pressing his mouth to your ear “you’re not gonna cum, are you? not without asking first, right?” your breathing stuttered as you spoke “please—please l.. let me cum!”

he smirked before shoving your face back into the pillows “fucking cum.”

© luvs4matt

SUMMARY ゛ ⸝⸝.ᐟ⋆ professor!matt edging ta!reader after class because she was teasing him during his lecture.

WARNINGS :: smut, fingering, clitoral stimulation, swearing, edging,

“you think you’re so funny huh?” his fingers were fucking you at a ruthless pace, the lewd sound of squelching came from between your legs “doin’ all that while i’m tryna work?” he growls “i think you just wanted this? little slut wanted this so fucking bad you needed to act out.”

you bite your lip, trying to hold back your moans so you don’t get caught. the harsh corner of the desk dug into your spine as you laid back onto the item. your walls flutter around his digits as be curls them, hitting your most sensitive spot.

“m—matt..” your voice broke as you spoke, struggling to stay quiet “m… m’so close” before you could finish your sentence, before you could ask him to cum, he removes his fingers from your hole.

you whine in protest “wait no! prof-“ the harsh slap he leaves on your ass echoes throughout the room “kitty. shut the fuck up.” he grits his teeth “i don’t wanna hear a word come out of that mouth unless it is ‘yes sir’. do you understand me.”

you nod, but that wasn’t enough. he gripped your jaw, forcing you to look at him “say it. now.” your breathing was heavy, your orgasm slowly fading away as you managed to keep the intense eye contact “yes.. yes sir”

with zero warning, he plunges his fingers back into you, this time pressing his thumb to your clit. he lets go of your jaw and you throw your head back, bumping against the desk as you cover your mouth.

you squirm as pleasure overwhelms you, you could swear you felt it all the way in your face. he slaps your thigh, warning you to stop moving. his expression was cold, he was pissed. he was never this rough with you, but he couldn’t hold back after how badly you pissed him off today with your teasing.

“stay just like that kitty, hopefully you’ll shut the fuck up and finally listen to me? finally be a good girl like you’re supposed to be.”

​© luvs4matt

“who the hell are you?”

meanmatt! x partygirl!reader — part 10, please like & re-blog!!! love yall🩷

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The morning is still.

Sunlight seeps through the crack in Matt’s curtains, soft and slow, painting gold across the tangle of sheets. You’re warm. Too warm.

Because Matt’s arm is locked tight around your waist. Bare chest pressed to your back. Legs tangled. His face buried in your neck, breathing deep.

You blink.

For a second, it doesn’t feel real. It doesn’t feel like it should be allowed to feel this… soft. Especially not with him.

But then he shifts — his grip tightening, pulling you impossibly closer — and you feel it in your ribs. He’s awake.

You don’t move.

Maybe if you stay still, he won’t ruin it.

“Stop thinking,” he mumbles, voice low and rasped with sleep.

You huff. “I’m not.”

“You are.”

You stay quiet.

Then— “Do you always breathe this loud?”

You elbow him in the stomach.

He groans. “See? So violent in the morning.”

You roll over — slowly — and meet his eyes for the first time. His hair’s a mess. One cheek creased from the pillow. But his face is soft. Unguarded.

“Hi,” you whisper.

He doesn’t smile. But something in his expression flickers.

“Hi.”

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You stay in bed for a while.

It’s not like either of you says it — but you both know. This is new. Uncharted territory. Whatever that was last night, it changed everything.

But neither of you has the words to unpack it yet.

So instead, you stay close. You let him hold you like he’s afraid to let go. You kiss his shoulder. You breathe together, in sync.

Eventually, though, your stomach growls. Loud.

Matt lifts his head. “Seriously?”

“I’m starving.”

He sighs dramatically. “Fine. But you’re cooking.”

“Hell no.”

He grins — really grins — and it makes your stomach twist. “You can’t cook, can you?”

You scowl. “Shut up.”

“I knew it.”

“Matthew Bernard Sturniolo—”

His jaw drops. “Don’t say my full government name after last night.”

“Why? Embarrassed?”

“No,” he says, yanking you closer again. “Just feel like you’re about to bully me.”

“Only if you deserve it.”

He snorts, pressing a kiss behind your ear. “I always deserve it.”

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You both get dressed — awkwardly, bumping into each other, pretending not to look — and wander out into the kitchen, where Chris is eating cereal out of a mixing bowl and Nick’s scrolling through his phone in silence.

They both look up at the same time.

Nick’s eyes narrow.

Chris raises a brow.

You open the fridge like it’s a shield. “Morning.”

“Uh huh,” Chris says. “Sleep okay?”

You shoot him a look.

Matt walks past, grabs a banana, and mutters, “She hogs the blanket.”

“Dude,” Nick mutters.

“What?” Matt shrugs. “Just saying.”

“Loudly.”

Chris looks between you. “Y’all wanna go to that party tonight? Kayla’s throwing it.”

You blink. “Kayla?”

“Yeah, the one from the diner. Her place is crazy nice.”

You glance at Matt.

He’s already looking at you.

He shrugs. “If you wanna go.”

And that — that’s the difference now. He’s not dragging you there. He’s not teasing you for wanting to. He’s asking with you.

You nod. “Yeah. Sure.”

Nick groans. “God. Am I gonna have to watch you two flirt all night?”

You grin. “You can’t watch what you’re not invited to.”

Chris fake-gags.

Matt just smiles into his banana.

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The day rolls slow.

You and Matt end up curled on the couch watching reruns. At one point, you fall asleep on his chest. At another, he asks if you want to borrow a hoodie for tonight. He lets you steal one — the gray one that still smells like him — without comment.

It feels… easy.

Suspiciously easy.

Like the calm before the storm.

But still — when night falls and you get dressed for the party, something inside you settles. Like maybe it’s okay to want this. Maybe it’s okay to let yourself feel wanted.

Matt grabs his keys. Holds the door open for you.

You step outside.

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should i finish the series ?! people are saying its boring 😕

SUMMARY ゛ ⸝⸝.ᐟ⋆ dilf!matt fucking waitress!reader in the backseat of his car after helping her get pulled of work early !!

WARNINGS :: smut, p in v, overstimulation, car sex, petnames (sun, sunny, sunshine, baby), swearing, etc

NOT PROOF—READ

“oh! oh my god!” you moan as the car windows fog up, his large cock rams into you at a ruthless pace, not giving you a break. his cock brushed some of your most sensitive spots, making the pleasure in your tummy build with every passing second.

“we gotta be careful sunny, it’s quiet out here, can’t be too loud hm?” his hips press against yours harder now, fucking you somehow harder. his car was parked in an empty parking lot, leaving only you two.

your moans could be heard outside of the car, but you didn’t care, not when it felt this good.

“m.. matt!” his stubble scratches your shoulder as he presses his back to yours, the soft material of his hoodie “fuck sun, so good for me” you had your work uniform on still, just gotten off of work.

matt wasn’t worried about ruining your makeup, he wanted to do it, he wanted to see how pretty you looked with mascara running down your face. “wanna have you cryin’ f’me sunny” you immediately shook your head, denying him “why not, hm?”

“d- don’t wanna ruin m.. my makeup” you were serious, you had worked so hard and looked so cute then he wanted to ruin it? nuh uh. “might just have to get over that sun” he wraps his hand around your throat, making you moan again.

you didn’t expect his hand, but you also loved it.

you clenched around him as the knot started to form in your stomach, tightening more and more as time went on. pleasure was overwhelming, but it was so good that it made it so hard to pull away.

“please- please let me!” he chuckles in your ear, that deep sexy noise that makes you fold every time, and it does. “cum baby” the knot snapped, your release coats his cock as he continues to slide in and out of your slick hole, his balls slapping your swollen clit.

“oh yeah.. such a good little girl sunny” you whine in overstimulation, attempting to lunge forward, but matt only goes with you, making him go even deeper “nuh uh, you still gotta thank me for getting you out of work early sunshine”

© luvs4matt

“who the hell are you?”

meanmatt! x partygirl!reader — part 8

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You weren’t expecting the knock.

Not after everything — not after the late-night call, not after falling asleep with your phones propped up, not after the weird vulnerability of it all.

Especially not from him.

But there he is. Standing on your porch. Hoodie up, jaw set, hands shoved into his sleeves like he’s not even sure he wants to be here.

You open the door. Blink once.

“What,” you say flatly, “you don’t have a phone anymore?”

Matt doesn’t smile. Doesn’t look amused. “Could’ve ignored a text,” he mutters. “Can’t ignore this.”

Your heart thuds. “So you came to force your way in?”

“No,” he says, eyes dragging up to meet yours. “I came to try.”

You don’t say anything.

He shifts uncomfortably. “You said prove it. So… I’m here. Whatever that means.”

You stand there a second longer — then step back and let him in.

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It’s awkward. At first.

He slumps into the corner of your couch, arms crossed, gaze flicking around the room like he’s cataloging your life but refusing to react to any of it.

You toss a blanket beside him, flop onto the opposite end.

“So this is trying?” you ask. “You brooding silently on my furniture?”

“I’m here, aren’t I?”

You scoff. “God, you’re such a dick.”

“And you’re still obsessed with me,” he shoots back.

You glare. He smirks — just barely.

Then: “Pick a movie,” he mumbles, looking at the remote like it personally offended him. “Before I regret this.”

You roll your eyes, but a tiny smile betrays you.

Fine. You pick something. Something stupid and light.

Matt stays in his corner. Legs stretched out. Arms folded like a defense mechanism.

You stay in yours. But after ten minutes, your head dips toward the cushions. Then your knees curl under you. Then slowly — like neither of you wants to address it — you start leaning closer.

By halfway through the movie, your legs are draped across his lap.

“You’re fidgeting,” he mutters.

“You’re boring.”

“You’re squishing me.”

“Then move me.”

He doesn’t.

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It happens like this:

You shift slightly. Notice a tiny red dot on his chin.

“Hold on,” you say, eyes narrowing.

Matt tenses. “What are you—”

“You’ve got a pimple.”

“Okay?”

“And it’s annoying me.”

Before he can protest, you’re climbing onto his lap — knees on either side of his thighs, fingers reaching for his jaw.

“Stop,” he mutters, pulling his head back.

“Nope,” you grin, pinching his chin. “Be still, I need to extract—”

“I’m literally going to throw you off me.”

You giggle. “You won’t.”

“Wanna bet?”

But you’re already leaning closer, thumb pressing gently at the spot. His jaw clenches.

“You’re such a menace,” he mutters.

“And you love it.”

Matt scoffs, but it’s weak. You’re close now. Way too close. And when your laugh slips out again — soft and genuine and stupidly pretty — something in his face changes.

“Seriously,” he mutters, voice lower now. “Stop moving.”

You freeze. “Why?”

He doesn’t answer.

But you feel it.

The shift. The tension.

And when you glance down — oh.

Yeah.

“Matt,” you say, eyebrows raised.

He groans. “Don’t. Don’t say anything.”

But you don’t listen. Of course you don’t. Because you’re you — stubborn and wicked and maybe a little drunk on the way his breath hitches when you move again.

“So,” you smirk, fingers still on his face. “Guess this is what trying looks like, huh?”

Matt’s jaw tightens. “You’re insufferable.”

“And yet you’re hard.”

“Shut up.”

You don’t.

Instead — you kiss him.

It’s fast, impulsive, barely even planned. Just a heat-of-the-moment spark that catches and blazes all at once.

And he kisses you back.

Hard.

Like he’s mad at you for existing. Like he’s mad at himself for needing it this bad.

His hands slide to your hips. Your fingers tug at his hoodie. It’s messy — all teeth and heat and unsaid things buried in every movement.

You gasp when his mouth drags down to your neck. “Matt—”

“Shut up,” he murmurs again, this time against your skin. “Just… let me.”

You do.

For once.

Because for once, he’s not pushing you away.

And yeah — maybe he’s still mean. Maybe he still rolls his eyes and pretends he doesn’t care. Maybe he’s still the most complicated boy you’ve ever met.

But he’s here.

He’s trying.

And for right now — for this moment — that’s enough.

⸻please like and re-blog!!!!

SUMMARY ゛ ⸝⸝.ᐟ⋆ in which, reader is getting herself off in dilf!chris’ room, but he watches her through his cameras. PART 2 OF “TEXTS” !!! can also be read as a stand alone

WARNINGS :: fingering (f!receiving), petnames (baby), masturbation (fem), voyeurism?, etc

italic = chris | bold = bunny

idea given to me by @strnilolover !! bunny!reader originally by @muwapsturniolo

your mind raced as you sat on that couch. talia was gone already so now you had nothing to distract you from your dirty thoughts.

every possible thing he could do to you, you were thinking about. you felt the warm sensation in your tummy, you felt how wet you were without even needing to touch, it was all just so much that you couldn’t take any longer.

you practically jumped up from your seat, running up the steps to chris’ room. you took everything off before laying down, positioning yourself just how he does before he fingers the absolute life out of you.

you bring your fingers down to your clit, starting with slow circles. the teasing pace drives you crazy, but you didn’t want to go faster, you wanted to do it just like he did.

those teasingly slow movements of your fingers speed up a tiny bit. you feel as you somehow got wetter, which gave you the go ahead. you moved your fingers from your clit, down to your aching hole.

you slowly slip one finger in, starting slow with that too, but not nearly as slow as before. the pleasure slowly creeps up on you as you quicken the speed that your fingers fuck you at.

INCOMING CALL FROM : talias dad! (chris)

shit. you still your fingers, whining from the loss of attention and pleasure. you reach over to the night stand, grabbing your phone and answering the call, immediately putting it on speaker before laying the phone next to you on the mattress.

“hey bunny”

god his voice, his texts got you all worked up, but you always forget how deep his voice actually is.

“hey, what’s up?”

your voice was the slightest bit off, and you noticed, but you prayed he didn’t.

“wanted to see if tai is gone yet, i know mom said she was gonna be there at 7:00 so i wanted to check”

the way he spoke had you clenching around your fingers, the raspiness of his voice just got to you so badly, it was so hot.

“y- yeah, she’s been gone for probably half an hour now?”

you stuttered as you slowly start to move your fingers again, resuming at the same pace you were at before.

“kay.. good. you okay? you sound a little off bun?”

you bite your lip fighting off a moan as a strong wave of pleasure creeped up on you.

“yeah.. um, yeah. m’fine sir”

you could practically hear him nod through the phone. the clicking of his pen became so apparent to you as you sped up your fingers, allowing them to go faster and deeper.

“alright.. still bein’ a good girl?”

oh fuck. you reached up to play with your nipple, the extra pleasure made your eyes roll back. the stimulation to your sensitive bud, plus your fingers hitting the perfect spot while your palm rubbed against your clit, it was heaven. it also didn’t help that he was calling you a good girl. the name that always got to you.

“bun? y’gonna answer me?”

you hadn’t even realized you didn’t answer.

“yeah- yes, m’ bein’ a good girl s- still”

“yeah?”

your breathe hitched, your back arching as you changed the angle of your fingers, going even faster, hoping chris couldn’t hear the slight squelching sound.

“mhm”

you barely trusted yourself to make any noise, too scared to moan.

“yeah.. i can tell. fingerin’ yourself just like i do to you, and your in my bed.. such a good girl bunny”

you froze, but then you realized, the cameras. you were so desperate and needy that you completely forgot about them.

“i didn’t say stop? go on, i like watchin’ you. and don’t hold back. i wanna hear you.

you speed up your fingers, the squelching louder now. you pinched your nipples as you moaned and whined, no longer trying to hide it.

your fingers repeatedly brushed against one of your sweet spots, you didn’t think of could get better, it already felt so good, but you were wrong.

you curled your fingers, and oh baby.

“oh bunny, you’re so close, huh?”

all you could do was moan, no words could come out no matter how hard you tried. your babbles were incoherent as you desperately played with yourself.

the knot tightened even more with each second that passed. you whined out a warning that was barely understandable, but chris knew. he could tell by your face, the pitch of your moans, the way you rut your hips against your hand, it was all of your signals.

“come on bunny, you can cum for me baby”

that’s all you needed before the pleasure crashed down on you, pure bliss running through your body as the knot unraveled.

you rode out your high while chris talked you through it, telling you how good of a job you did, telling you how pretty you look when you cum.

“t.. thank you s- sir”

chris chuckled from the other side of the line.

“you’re welcome bun.. you’re welcome”

˖⋆࿐໋ ୨୧ YOUR GOOD GIRL . ꒰ 𝐝𝐢𝐥𝐟!𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬 ꒱

SUMMARY ゛ ⸝⸝.ᐟ⋆ in which, dilf!chris can’t help but to watch his favorite video of bunny again !!

WARNINGS :: smut, clitoral stimulation, swearing, “good girl”, “sir”

“fuck sir.. feels so good”

the video played on his laptop in front of him, it wasn’t the first time he has watched this video either. he had it in a hidden file on his computer, and everytime he missed you a little too much—that is what he pulled up.

he watches the video intently, watching how you swirled your nipple from above your shirt while your fingers rubbed your clit. your whole pussy was on display for him, you were so wet that your arousal dripped onto the sheets; his sheets.

that is one thing he loved even more about it, it was filmed on his bed.

“sir.. m’so close”

sir. that is what you always called him, it started off because he is your boss, but now he is convinced it is to tease him—drive him crazy.

his hand palmed his hard and aching cock while his eyes never left the screen, but now it is getting to his favorite part,

“m’your good girl sir.. always your good girl”

you lift your shirt a bit, now playing with your bare nipples, and he can now see everything.

all of the things you hid from everyone else was on display for him and only him, only he got to see this stuff, because you’re his good girl.

once it gets to this part, it is when he knows you’re close, it is engraved in his head of what takes place in the video and when. you drove him crazy.

“please.. so close”

your hips start to stutter, your moans become louder—it is beautiful. he groans, resisting the urge to throw his head back, not wanting to miss a second of this.

“m- m’gonna cum! m’gonna cum- please let me sir.. you know i’ve been so good for you!”

the pleasure boils in his tummy hot as he mumbles a “yes you have bun.. been my good girl”

you let out a final moan as you fell over the edge, your orgasm crashed down on you. you look right into the camera,

“thank you sir.. always your good girl..”

and that is what sent chris over the edge, cumming in his slacks.

© luvs4matt

SUMMARY ゛ ⸝⸝.ᐟ⋆ texts between dilf!chris and bunny !!

WARNINGS :: suggestive

˖⋆࿐໋ paired best with dilf!chris

𝑩𝑼𝑵𝑵𝒀!𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑬𝑹 — 21. babysitter for dilf!chris. baths. flavored lip gloss. smell goods. good with kids. sober. cinnamon and vanilla scents. baked goods. iced matcha. baby pink. flowers. nickname is bunny. always positive. smiley. nice. flustered easily. light makeup. possessive at times. social butterfly. likes to explore. gum. rom books.

© luvs4matt

˖⋆࿐໋ paired best with bunny!reader

𝑫𝑰𝑳𝑭!𝑪𝑯𝑹𝑰𝑺 — 37. girl dad. father to one daughter. veins. master at sex. cigarettes. professional until with you. rings. tattoos. stern. dresses nice. works out. watches and rings. attracts many women. insanely attractive. facial hair. dominant personality. has lots of money. can’t resist his desires when it comes to you. boss man. bourbon whiskey.