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၊၊||၊ Who Dat Girl • Flo Rida (feat. Akon)

nicolassturniolo everybody be breaking their neck like WHO DAT GIRL 🔥

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view 127 replies matt09sturniolo King and Queen of LA. Bow down.

nicolassturniolo I'm in love btw

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yourusername love of my life hello view 98 replies yourfriend12 I need a reunion with my icons

yourfriend34 I love u and our adventures

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yourusername same time next week? view 4 replies

sturnstan00 is she back with Matt?

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deers.chris she lowkey using them 🙄

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nickslaysallday you can def autograph my pocket 🥰

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yourfriend93 OH MY GAWD YOU'RE SO HOTTT

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yourusername come kiss me rn

matthew.sturniolo did u buy that hat?

yourusername obviously matthew.sturniolo very fitting. I ♥️ you too yourusername I know😙 view 103 replies

christophersturniolo coolest kid I know

yourusername bro just say you wanna be one of the girls christophersturniolo Nick banned me from hanging out with u guys nicolassturniolo because damages always follow wherever you two go view 52 replies sturniolofan_22 I love this group so bad

matthew.sturniolo need u to strut that thing around 🥵

yourusername you're spoiled enough matthew.sturniolo blessed* view 90 replies mattisblue r u guys srsly back together? all she does is get drunk

sturniolofan988 Matt looks so cute here🥹

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၊၊||၊ Someone Like You • Mac Miller

christophersturniolo my back still has a welt on it from where u whacked me with that racket

matthew.sturniolo tragic view 209 replies

nicolassturniolo caught (by me) reading a book on tape ‼️

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mattisblue u cant get back w/ her 🤬

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sturniolofan_85 The song and you 🥵

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deers.chris oh wow she isn't plastered in these pictures

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sturniolofan_22 OMG!!! THEY ARE SO BACK TG OMG!!!! 👏🏻

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yourusername that hoodie is perfect for you!!!!!

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matthew.sturniolo means u're not getting rid of me 😘 yourusername oh... view 93 replies nickslaysallday I need someone to be obsessed with me like Matt is with y/n 😫

yourusername hey, I also like walks in the park... at night

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matthew.sturniolo oh really? we're perfect together yourusername 🥰 view 86 replies

yourfriend64 only liked for y/n

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nicolassturniolo hard to believe you bagged an icon

matthew.sturniolo I'm clearly skilled yourfriend02 I'd have to agree, Nick yourfriend34 retweet, nick view 184 replies sturniolofan03 not that hard to believe. he's so hot 🥵

fansofsturniolo54 YES MATT AND Y/N CONTENT AGAIN. THEY'RE SO CUTE!!!

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[ 011:40 PM // LOCATION: MATT'S CAR ]

You and the triplets got back from Boston a few days ago. Things have been smooth sailing between you and Matt since that night in the park. The two of you were able to hang out alone without going at each other's throats since then.

Although, you were getting back into your old, dangerous ways. Not really back together, but not really exes either. No matter how much you told yourself you weren't going to do this, take him back so easily, drunk you apparently couldn't help yourself.

You had texted him a few nights ago while you were out with your friends, professing your attraction to him. He was used to it, though. You had a habit of scrolling through pictures of him whenever you were drunk and thinking about him, your jumbled texts pinging over and over in his phone. He would intentionally stay up on nights he knew you were out, anticipating your texts so he would know to go pick you up.

He didn't stay up because he thought you couldn't handle yourself. You could look after yourself during and after a night out, and after many fights, Matt learned that too. The fights between you two mostly landed when it got inconvenient for him to go pick you up from whatever bar or club you were at. Luckily, he had spent that night messing around on video games and watching your location.

It's not like he didn't know that you found him attractive, or–in your own words–hot. But it was still mortifying to wake up the next morning, thinking you had the best slumber of your life, just for Matt to ruin the moment of peace with multiple videos of you being drunk and all over him. Also, something Matt was used to. Anytime he pulled up in his car, you'd come stumbling out, squealing with excitement to see him and launching yourself into his arms.

One of the videos, which he's mentioned as his favorite one, was the camera pointed right at his face while he was trying to drive, but your hands were rubbing all over his skin and you could hear yourself babbling about how attracted you were to him. The part that made you cringe was when you tried to shove your fingers in his mouth because you wanted to be closer. He just smiled the entire time, kissing and playfully biting your fingers.

God forbid a girl appreciate her boyfriend... or ex.

You asked him to delete every video or picture he had of you because you were actually embarrassed. You being caught on camera folding over a man could not be spread around, it would do serious damage to your reputation. As expected, he refused, but promised to not use them for blackmail. He just thought they were cute. How desperate you were to be near him, wanting to climb into his skin. Your words, verbatim.

[ 08:54 PM // LOCATION: MATT'S HOUSE ]

Between that night and now, you and Matt had hung out or seen each other casually, going with him on some outings, hanging out whenever Nick brought you over. Nothing really more or less happened; not unexpectedly, this was a familiar play with you two. You fight, you break up, fight some more, sort of make up, then it ends with sex. Electrifying and intoxicating sex. It was why the two of you could never stay away for too long. Nobody else could provide either of you with the same amount of chemistry. To Matt, not a damn thing compared to you.

Today, Matt called to ask if you could bring him some In-N-Out; he was hungry and didn't want to pay the absurd DoorDash fees. Chris didn't want to get up off his own ass, and Nick was at a friend's house. So that left you to be his own personal DoorDasher. He knew that at this point of the 'sort of make up' stage, you weren't going to say no. Although, you would put up a bit of a fight.

To no surprise, you answered his call with a string of curses that only made him snicker. He didn't need to do a lot of convincing anyway, you were already thinking about getting food, not eating since you got back home from the office.

You were at his house in no time, the bag of In-N-Out in one hand and your vape in the other. You had back-to-back events coming up and needed to run heavy advertising to drive internet traffic in the next week. It stressed you out enough that the first thing you grabbed when you got the call from Matt wasn't your car keys, but your vape, buried in the bottomless pit that was your purse.

Matt was locked in on his game when you shoved into his room. His fingers moved quick on the keyboard, profanities falling from his mouth with each breath. He always got so ridiculously competitive with his games. You could never understand why, it was literally just a game. He mentioned something about making it in the top ten of whatever he was playing over the phone, his reasoning for why he couldn't take a few minutes to go get his own damn food.

You walked up next to him, conscious not to disturb him, or he would be in a bad mood the rest of the night if one thing went wrong. You set the bag down on the table and pulled out his fries and burgers that he asked for. Yet he didn't even bat an eye at it, or you, for the matter.

"Thanks." He mumbled, completely focused on his stupid game.

You shot him an annoyed look that he couldn’t see since he didn’t even bother turning his head thirty degrees to even identify the other person in his room.

"You're welcome, dick face." You said, grabbing your own animal-style fries and a fork from the bag, quickly making yourself comfortable on his bed.

You took a long hit of your vape, sucking in the minty cloud and letting it sit in your lungs, waiting for that lightheaded feeling the nicotine gave you before exhaling. It was fleeting, but it helped you relax a little. It was not a healthy way to cope by any means, but the hand to mouth fixation paired with your growing addiction, you couldn’t bother finding another way to deal with stress.

The smell, combined with the small cloud you exhaled towards him, made Matt turn his head, but he didn't look at you for long, turning back to his game and shouting out a loud curse. "Long day?" He asked you, truly concerned.

You were more of a social smoker. A telltale sign that you were going through it was when you had a vape glued to your hand, especially when you didn’t even put it down to eat. His thoughts shifted from the game to you, how he could help you get your mind off of whatever was bothering you.

You kicked your socked feet up onto his bed, leaning against the headboard and lazily scooped the In-N-Out fries into your mouth. "Very. Then I had to get up and get your dick face some food." You fussed, stomach clenching with hunger.

You had to give yourself a bath after your day at work, loosening up your tense muscles. Food was the last thing on your mind. Up until your stomach was rumbling for it.

"If you think I'm such a dickface, why don't you shut up and fucking ride it?" He didn't even flinch when saying it, going right back to chewing out whoever was causing him damage in the game. "Fucking idiot!" He yelled to the screen, fingers scrambling.

You wrinkled your nose at him, shoveling more fries into your mouth. "I hate the person you turn into when you get an animated weapon." You weren't sure if he said it consciously or if he was just yelling out whatever came to his mind first in frustration with the game.

He hardly acknowledged the conversation, nodding his head to his food. "Can you feed me some fries?"

It was a conscious ask, a reason to have you nearby. While you pretended to hate his video games most of the time. There were some occasions where he would have you sat in his lap just right, you got invested, asking about each character and feature. He enjoyed moments like that with you, sharing something he enjoyed with the girl he loves. But it was so hard to try to get you to even come close when he was gaming.

"You have two hands." You responded, having no interest in engaging with him while he was swearing at 'who done it and the billy goat'.

"And they're both occupied." He said shortly.

You frowned, "How much longer do you have on that stupid game?"

"Ten minutes." He took in a deep breath before barking out a 'fuck you' at the game.

"Then wait the ten fucking minutes, I'm also eating."

You were growing increasingly irritated with him. He made you deliver his In-N-Out to him, didn't even greet you when you walked in, and was now expecting to be hand-fed. You thought about tossing your vape at his head, wanting him to stop acting like the dick face he's being. You also hated that he was making you feel desperate for his attention. You would never be caught on your knees, hands clasped, begging for anything from a man. Let alone, your fucking ex boyfriend.

He didn't argue back. He could feel your irritation growing, each rustle he heard from you behind him getting more aggressive. He wasn't trying to be so dismissive of you; he was just in the zone. And when he was in the zone, it was hard to get out of it. Even harder now with the top ten title beaming at him in his game, where he was currently sitting in third place.

It really wasn't that serious. He knew he was being completely dorky about it. Occasionally, though, the satisfaction of reaching the top in an impossible game was something he liked to experience. He felt more connected with his inner child. All in all, he would never put his juvenile video games above you.

You both let those ten minutes pass with no further disagreements. You alternated between hitting your vape and eating your fries, stealing some of Matt's drink in the process, not that he would care. Even though you were just sitting there on his bed, and he just got done pissing you off, it was the most relaxed you've felt since getting home from work. You let your mind be empty of any work thoughts, thinking about stupid questions like; if you blew hard enough on a tree, would it cause wind?

Matt finally stood up from his chair, stretching and tossing his headphones onto the desk. He looked down at you, completely relaxed on his bed. You had your vape resting against your chin, baby tee riding up enough to show off your California Sun-Kissed tummy that he wanted to just graze his teeth against, and his favorite, shorts stretched tight around those plush thighs. He was definitely going to wrap his hands around them, burying his face into your skin, he had every chance to now.

"Well?" You lifted a brow, absolutely noticing his wolfish stare, blue eyes tracking all over your body.

"Well." He echoed, fingers clamping around your ankle and gently dragging you down the bed towards him. Your vape fell along the way, but you didn’t care now that all his focus was on you. "I got second."

You cocked your head. "Congrats. Now you're finally noticing another body in your room."

He dropped the ankle he was holding, placing both hands on either side of your head, letting his weight fall onto his arms as he looked down at you. You brought your knees up, pressing them against his chest to force some space. It was more to agitate him than actually put space between you two.

He picked up on the deliberate move, a move he could easily dismantle with a faint glide of his finger against your skin, causing you to squirm and giggle anyway he wanted. But the position also gave him every excuse to latch his hands onto your thighs, and he did just that, thumb pressing into your soft flesh. A rush of relief washed over him, getting to hold one of his many favorite parts of you in his hand, he was getting hard already.

You both were slowly approaching the last stage of your breakup cycle. Not a single thought about stopping came to either of your minds.

"I knew you were in here." He argued, eyes locked on yours. "I said 'thank you'."

Your eyes stayed steady on his. "And all of that pressing me over the phone for some food, and you're not even going to eat it. I thought you were hungry?"

He gave you a smug smile, leaving a faint kiss on your knee. "I am. And trust, I am going to eat." He pressed his thumb harder into your thigh, sliding it towards the back of your knee.

Once you felt that sudden rush of heat spreading over you like carbonation being released from a soda can—all coming from every point of contact he had on you—you knew it was absolutely over for you.

He concentrated on the way your pupils dilated after that move. He was in now. Video game be damned, this was the real fucking prize. "What's got you so snappy today?" His voice now carried a gently goading edge.

He was pressing play on the final stage of the makeup cycle. He was about to rile you up, just to be the one to bring you right down. He did care that you seemed stressed and that he was being a dick. And he was absolutely going to work to lower your stress as well as for your forgiveness.

He used the thumb pressed under your knee to push your leg back, enough to be able to lower himself even closer to you. If he just moved a few more inches now, he could press his face right into your neck, feeling each frustrating word and breath releasing from your lips before they turned into moans and whimpers.

Your breathing turned manual, your brain having to remind itself of the in and out pattern, otherwise you would stop.

"I'm not being snappy." You asserted, even though your irritation with him still lingered.

"I don't know..." he murmured, his tone coaxing, "You seem a little worked up."

You leveled him with a flat look. "Oh, do I? Maybe it's because my bitchass ex called me to hand deliver him food, then paid more attention to his game than me, all after I've had a very long day at work."

"I thought I was upgraded from bitchass?" He released your leg, hand skirting towards the waistband of your shorts as he settled more between your thighs. He felt those plush thighs that he had such a terrible weakness for bracket around his own hips. He was like a fucking dog, having to physically restrain himself from rolling them against yours.

He was getting cocky over you admitting that you felt deprived of his affection. You could act like you didn’t want anything to do with him all you wanted, but in the end, you were going to end up right here.

"Upgrade revoked. You've been pissing me off since you called me."

He was absolutely reveling in your aggravated state. He hooked his finger into the waistband of your shorts, teasingly tugging on them. He had every intention of fucking you, but this was to just pull an even more irritated look onto your face.

"You sure it wasn't just your job that's been doing that?" He feigned ignorance.

"Don't play fucking stupid—" You sucked in a sharp breath when his hand broke the barrier of your waistband and dipped into your shorts, fingers brushing your inner thighs before cupping your pussy.

Your hands flew to his shoulders for purchase. You obviously weren't going to fall, but your vision tunneled right onto his overly smug face. His touch made your head fucking swim. The fizzy pulse you felt earlier jumped straight to electrifying. You suppressed the urge to grind your clothed pussy where his hand cupped it.

He was damn near losing his mind over the reaction he just pulled from you. Swear to God. He wanted to pause this moment, just so he could rewind it in his head over and over again.

He repositioned himself onto his elbow so he could cup your jaw. Your skin was undeniably radiating heat now. He rushed forward to tuck his face in the curve of your neck, your pulse beating right against his lips.

His beard scratched against your delicate skin. It was something that used to irritate you, particularly when he would get too rough and leave vague scratches behind. But right now, all care went out the window along with any coherent thoughts you had left.

He pressed the heel of his hand against your clit, his middle finger tracing your hole through your panties. You dug your fingers even harder into his shoulders, your breath hitching at the tiny contact. It was almost embarrassing, how he was able to coax a reaction from you without even doing much.

He grinned against your neck, feeling that breath rattling in your throat. "Why'd you stop talking?" He drawled, finally tugging down your panties. His finger dragged over your clit lightly, intentionally. "I love it when you talk shit." His voice rumbled, dipped in condescension and mockery.

Your hips jolted against his hand, and it irritated you how easily he was able to completely dismantle any resolve you had. How easily he could break you down to just this, like play dough in his hands.

His lips made contact with your skin the same moment he sank his middle and ring fingers into you. The wet warmth of you pulsing around his fingers and sucking them right in. He wasn't wasting any more time; he had been patient for long enough.

You couldn't hold back anymore, your aggravation completely cracking under his touch. You let out a soft gasp when he started pumping his fingers in and out of you, your pussy making soft, slick noises.

Your hand moved to the back of his head to press his face further into your neck. He caught your skin between his teeth, purposely biting down on it, before sucking it to soothe the sting.

"You're evil." You huffed out, eyelids fluttering to the feeling of his tongue lapping against your throat and fingers dragging in and out of you.

"And I love to fuckin’ corrupt you." He said hoarsely. You'd barely started, and he was already lost in it all. Your scent overpowered him, the feel of your pussy pulsing on his fingers, he was fucking drunk on it.

He left a gentle kiss on the red mark that was starting to flush into your skin. The gentleness completely contradicted what he was about to do to you.

He pulled away, hand moving from your cheek to your throat, thumb pressed against your chin to hold you still. He wanted to see your face scrunch up when he starts to finger you faster.

He curled his two fingers up, pressing into that spongy spot. “Fuck.” You moaned, eyebrows furrowing and mouth falling open. There it is. He gave a wolfish grin, getting the exact reaction he wanted.

Your legs fell open even more, your pussy clamping on his fingers. He was hard as fuck now, cock straining and dripping pre-cum in his boxers. The noises you were making and the look on your face alone could make him cum right in his pants. He wouldn’t even be ashamed about it, it was that kind of power you had over him.

You knew you were absolutely done for when he released your throat, using his hand to push your knee back and open you up even more. His fingers switched to an up and down motion, pressing harder onto that spongy spot while stimulating your clit with his thumb, rubbing circles on it. The slick sounds your pussy was making was growing even more obscene. “Ohhh…” You gasped at the new rhythm, thighs clenching and trembling.

“Look at ya, baby. Being so good fo’ me.” He was mesmerized by every sound coming out of you.

Your orgasm built embarrassingly quick. “Matt.” You whimpered as your pussy contracted. Your hole spasmed around his fingers before releasing warm jets of liquid in rhythmic spurts, your hips jolting with each overwhelming burst. You took in an audible, sharp breath, “oh god.” Was all you managed before a moan took over.

Holy Shit. His cock twitched and throbbed at the sight of you squirting, the wet spot spreading all over your shorts. His fingers didn’t stop when he felt you squirting right into his palm, if anything, it encouraged him to go faster, trying to prolong your orgasm.

You didn’t let him enjoy the sight for too long, picking your head up off the bed, going right back to irritated. “My fucking shorts, Matt! What am I supposed to wear now?” You were a little breathless, pussy still spasming.

Instead of answering your question, he leaned in, placing a hand on the back of your neck and pulled you in for a rougher kiss, nipping and sucking on your bottom lip while he slowly and torturously worked his fingers out of you. He pulled away, “Aw, you upset about your shorts pretty girl?” He said, his tone lightly patronizing. “Don’t worry,” He tugged them completely off now, the cold air against your wet thighs and pussy giving you a bit of a shock, “you don’t need them anymore.”

He dove in for another kiss, your tongues tangling together. Your hands went right up into his hair, nails carding through it as you held him close. His beard nipped harshly against your face, sure to leave behind small, irritated spots. His lips were soft and magnetic, anytime you started kissing, you didn’t want to stop. All frustrations about your shorts melted away.

His hands focused on undoing his pants, stumbling to free his excruciating boner. His tip felt so sensitive, if you even looked at it he might just burst. He wouldn’t care about how pathetic it would have made him look. He needed some relief, quickly.

Once his pants were around his ankles, his thick bullet-tip dripping and slick with pre-cum, he pulled back from your lips to trail kisses down your body. He pecked down the column of your throat, his hands pushing your shirt and bra up to your chin. Your perky tits bounced from how impatient he was being, hastily getting you out of your clothes.

His lips latched right onto a pointed nipple, his sucking and biting leaving you squirming and keening under him. His other hand fisted your other tit, his fingers pinching and rolling your nipple. Your body felt like it was on fire, so sensitive that if he focused on just your tits any longer, you might cum again. “Fuck…just like that, Matt.”

Your tits were his favorite place to leave marks, like a little souvenir only the two of you knew about. It was a nice surprise to have whenever you two would fuck again a few days later, and there they were, littering your skin.

He moved onto your stomach, hands pressing into your waist to still your squirming. His lips pressed down on your skin with fervor. And just as he said he would, he used his teeth to nip the flesh on your stomach, tasting the California sun and cherries on his tongue. Every part of you was so fucking delicious to him. If there was a lollipop flavor that was made to taste like you, his sugar intake would absolutely triple. He could never get enough.

He felt each inhale and exhale right on his mouth, your stomach moving with each breath. He was hooked on the way he was able to make you so frantic, so eager to the point you were basically panting for it.

When he reached below your belly button, he straightened up. “You ready?” He rasped.

You nodded eagerly, self respect left right at the door. “Yes.” Your voice came out pleading, your pussy was aching to feel his cock. You hadn’t fucked anyone since breaking up with Matt which caused everything you were feeling to be amplified, senses heightened. You hated to admit it, but you were touch deprived.

He grinned, his expression full of knowing amusement. He gripped your thighs, relishing in the fact that he finally gets to feel them fucking tremble and shake under his hands. He was not going to last. But, by the looks of it, neither were you.

He pulled you all the way to the edge of the bed, giving him an easier angle to enter at. He pushed your legs further apart, gathering saliva in his mouth to spit right onto your already dewy pussy. It wasn’t necessary, purely self indulgent, watching his spit slide down the mound of your cunt.

You propped yourself up onto your elbows, watching the filthy action, your pussy aching at the feeling of his spit coating it.

He fisted the base of his cock, slapping it against your clit, earning a harsh shudder from you. He traced your slit with the tip, mixing and gathering all the wetness there, and using it as lube as he slides his hand down his cock.

He lined his tip up with your hole, his dick hadn’t even penetrated you yet and your thighs were already quivering. “You’re already shaking, baby. How cute.” He spoke with an infuriating edge.

Your eyes snapped up to his, sharp. “Oh please. Your balls are visibility blue.”

He loved the way you fired back. He had to hold back a groan, not wanting to prove your words right. That he was just as fucking needy as you were.

He pushed his tip inside, using his thumb to guide himself in. “What was that?” He taunted, watching your face.

Your sharp look fell a little, your pussy squeezing around the ridge of his tip like an elastic band. “Stop…mmph…being such a dick.” You hissed out. That coiling feeling in your stomach already growing.

“Say that again, I couldn’t understand you.” He quipped again, pushing harshly into you. The moment your gummy walls sucked him in, his composure shattered, a pitiful noise breaking loose from his throat.

But it was masked by the loud whine you let out, his cock stretching you out blissfully. You forgot just how intense the stretch from his dick was. “oh…that’s…big.” You breathed out, voice lilting and rough. Your head fell back onto the bed, back arching to try and relieve some of the stretch, your hands were scratching and scrambling in his sheets.

His grip on your thigh tightened, trying to hold you still. If you kept squirming, he was actually going to flood inside of you. “Too big for you pretty girl?” He pressed a hand onto your lower stomach, flattening you back onto the bed and letting you feel the overwhelming sensation. Your hands fisted into his sheets, a pathetic little mewl tumbling out.

He rutted his hips against yours, dick sliding in and out of you, feeling every vein of his cock. “You can take it, baby. I know you can.” He whispered with faux sympathy.

His hand slid up your stomach and found yours, lacing your fingers together as he pressed it against the bed next to your head. He pulled out halfway then rolled his hips against yours again, setting a slow and steady rhythm, allowing you to reacquaint to his size. But he wasn’t going to keep this pace, he didn’t want to go slow.

“Mmm fuck yeah.” You moaned, your hand squeezing his. Your tongue was feeling loose now, mind completely focused on the way his dick was moving inside you.

“What was that about me being a dick again?” He asked, condescension filling his words. He thrusted into you a little harder and faster now, getting lost in the way your face morphed.

Your lips parted into an ‘o’, moans and whimper punching out of your lungs with each thrust, brows furrowed and eyelids fluttering.

He mocked your expression, giving your thigh a squeeze. “Ohhh…such a pretty girl.” He cooed. “Look at you, can’t even speak now, huh?”

He put you in three more positions, fucking you into an orgasm each time. The bed creaked with the intensity and desperation of it all. His room filled with the sound of your crude moans and his groans. His thrusts were rough enough to tinge the back of your thighs red each time your skin smacked against his. The act of it all was so intoxicating, you both felt a little brainless while fucking.

‘You still take me so fucking well.’; ‘fuck, you’re beautiful like this’, ‘yeahhh, cum on my cock pretty girl’. He’d choke out in time with your moans.

Now he had you on your side, hand hooked under your knee, leg pulled back as he fucked into you from behind. He had an arm wrapped around your waist, keeping you anchored against him, his fingers pressing, playing, and pinching at your clit. You held onto his arm, your nails leaving tiny pink indents in his skin where you were trying to find an anchor.

His cock was covered in your creamy juices, letting him slide in and out of you easier. His arms and back decorated with red streaks from your nails.

“Fuck, that’s good.” Your words slurred, feeling his short breaths against your shoulder. His dick was dragging easier inside you, but you still clenched around his cock, sucking him up.

A strained noise escaped him, his rhythm breaking as his balls tightened. “Fuck, I’m ‘bouta cum…” He rasped, pressing a tender kiss against your shoulder.

His words curled around your gut, your own orgasm approaching. “Fuck…Matt…” You whined, his cock twitching inside you.

Your pussy squeezed around his cock, only urging him on. “You gonna cum again?” He asked, sounding smug. He was about to make you cum five fucking time tonight.

He was for sure going to goad about this next time you decide that he isn’t anything but gum stuck to your shoe.

You didn’t verbally answer his question, your body jolting as your orgasm rushed through you. “Matt!” You moaned out his name, your hips rocking, and hole fluttering.

That heat that was pooled in your stomach released in a wave, washing over your whole body. Your pussy was dripping and creamy on his cock, evidence of your orgasm coating it.

“Ohhhh fuuuck.” He groaned at this sight, his hips jerking as his cock thrummed against your seizing walls, his cum spilled inside you in three long bursts. He rutted into you each time his tip ejaculated his cum, your pussy squelching and squeezing around him.

He pressed balls deep into you, holding his dick there long enough for both of you to stop quivering with the aftershock of your orgasms.

You both finally felt sweet and addictive fucking release after months of not having sex. Your eyes were hazy, body feeling loose.

He placed your leg back down onto the bed, using his hand to spread you so he can watch his cock glide out of your wet and ruined cunt. Your pussy was swollen and sticky, some of his cum dripping out.

He dropped a kiss onto your reddened ass cheek, “You did so good, baby.” He murmured, voice softer and losing the mocking edge. “You feeling better now?”

Your cheeks were flushed, skin glistening with sweat, hair a tangled mess from him grabbing it and running his hands through it. Your chest rose and fell with pants, trying to catch your breath and allowing your brain to catch up with reality.

“Yeah.” Your voice still came out a little languid, “I don’t even remember what I was bitching about.”

He lifted his eyes to you, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “That was my goal. Now, let’s go get cleaned up. You can pee, steal whatever clothes you want, and I’ll change the sheets and wash your shorts for you.” His hand rubbed up and down your leg soothingly.

He had always been great at aftercare, making sure you were okay and giving you anything you needed.

“Sounds like a great plan.” You puffed out, leaning against him.

“Your legs feelin’ alright?”

You nodded, although they were still quivering, the soreness has yet to set in. And even if it did, Matt would make sure it went away as quickly as he could manage.

“Feeling the best I can feel after being thrown around and rammed into.”

Matt chuckled at you, planting another kiss onto your forehead. “So I should expect a complaint about how much you hurt tomorrow?”

You smiled. “Always.”

You both took your time getting up, having to recover from a long round of make up sex after being broken up for the longest time in your recorded history.

It was going to take some time for your legs to stop shaking, your muscles spasmed with every position he twisted you into.

He helped you find some clothes to slip into before sneaking out to his bathroom. You cleaned yourself up, making sure to go pee and wipe yourself up. Matt took that time to tidy up in the bedroom, pulling his boxers back on and then throwing the sheets and your shorts into the wash. He intruded for a second to wash himself up and to make sure you were okay.

You walked back in a moment later, Matt lounging lazily against the headrest of his bed that now had fresh sheets on it. He was popping In-N-Out fries into his mouth, other hand tapping on his phone.

He looked up at you when you walked in, patting the spot next to him. “C’mere baby.” He said softly. “I got you water and found your vape. Let me know if you want a snack or a massage, or vent about your shitty ass job.”

You dropped down onto the bed next to him, his arm wrapping around your middle in an instant to pull you close. Fries and phone pushed to the side because he didn’t care about anything but you.

“It is not a shitty job.” You defended, “it was just… long day.”

“Mhm.” He hummed against your shoulder. “Not shitty job, just one that stresses you out.”

You pulled back slightly to look at him, “Can we stop talking about my job now?”

He smirked at you, a little sheepish that he almost stressed you out all over again. “Yes, I will happily shut up.”

Even though you were just as close as you could ever be a few minutes ago, neither of you could get enough of that contact. It’s what made shit so dangerous whenever you’d break up. Like trying to quit an addictive substance. Anytime the temptation was dangling right in front of you, you both were scrambling to reach for it.

“Great performance by the way, I don’t think I’ve ever heard you whimper before.” You commented, a satisfied smirk setting onto your face.

He shot you a look, hand already massaging your shaking thighs without you having to ask for it. “I’m surprised you were able to hear that over your loud cries. It was one whimper. Forgive me, I was physically aching for your pussy.”

You grew even more satisfied with his words, “Oh, so desperate weren’t you?” You teased, your finger tracing up and down his arm.

His eyes darkened at your words. “Baby, I worship you.” He said, having admitted this a million times before. “And maybe I did let a little whimper slip, but you were loud enough to wake Chris.” He added with a smug look.

“What?” You blurted.

“Don’t worry sweetheart.” He mumbled, leaning in close. “Jus a lil noise complaint is all.” Before you could sit with that embarrassing revelation, he pressed his lips to yours, kissing you tenderly.

You both savored the way the kiss felt, your body almost doubling over with relief, being able to kiss him again.

But this wasn’t you taking him back, not yet. He still had to apologize, say the actual words to you.

This fuck was in no way, make up sex. You were simply giving in to your body’s needs. And it certainly needed him.

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