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fuck there’s actually so many more but tumblr only lets me post 10 at a time from my phone

I love being a Matt girl

Imagine: Lazy Makeout Session with Chris

smut warning! MDNI!

“pussy so sweet a tear fell from his eye” — sugardaddy!matt

matt’s tongue lapped at your soaking pussy, slowly and steadily like he had all the time in the world to devour you—and surely? he did. phone was on dnd, automatically sending his personal and business calls to voicemail. he was supposed to be at work, accepting deals and ordering his people around, instead he’s between your legs, making them tremble and lock around his head.

he was drunk on you; on your taste, on your smell. his hands had to grasp each of your thighs to prevent you from suffocating him, though he wouldn’t mind. matt’s tongue prodded at your throbbing hole, teasing and spitting, never tongue fucking you. he looked so divine with his lashes fluttering against his skin and your arousal on his beard.

“i-i have to cum again!” you sobbed, jolting as his lips wrapped around your puffy clit, giving it a little suckle or two. you tried squirming away, pulling on his hair just as you felt the vibrations of his moans against you. the sting was pleasure to him.

matt forcibly pinned your hips down to the bed. he wasn’t done just yet.

“two more, baby,” he mumbled, now drooling on your heat. “you just taste so good, i can’t stop,” matt physically whined.

you tasted sweet like candy. so damn good a tear fell from his eye.

© 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗍𝗌𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗅𝖾𝗍

Matt:

1. Breeding kink goes hard for him

2. Praise kink but in a filthy way

3. Size kink

4. Dacryphilia (crying but specifically from being overwhelmed with pleasure)

5. Blindfolds and cuffs/ties

Chris:

1. Size kink

2. Daddy kink

3. Lowkey voyeurism (like doing stuff in public without people knowing and almost getting caught)

4. Marking (lots of hickies and bruises)

… where you’re obsessed with matt’s happytrail

content warning: nsfw content. oral (m receiving).

you find Matt lounged back against the headboard with his white t-shirt clinging to his chest, the hem riding up just enough to tease. you didn't move. your gaze remained locked on the narrow strip of dark hair that started just below his navel and disappeared beneath the waistband of his joggers.

Matt let out a low, huffing laugh. "you're doing it again."

you blinked, meeting his eyes. he looked amused with a smirk playing on his lips.

"doing what?"

"staring. right there. i can feel your eyes burning a hole in my stomach."

"maybe i just like the view."

Matt shifted, the movement causing the fabric of his shirt to ride higher, exposing more of that tantalizing line. he watched your pupils dilate. "just like the view? you’ve been obsessed since the moment i took my shirt off the first time."

"it’s a good look on you, Matt."

"it’s just hair," he teased, his voice dropping.

"it's not just hair. it’s the way it leads... somewhere."

he chuckled, a vibration you could almost feel across the sheets. he reached out, grabbing your wrist and pulling you forward until you were hovering over him.

"is that so? you want to see where it leads?"

"yes."

"then be my guest and find out."

you reacted fast and leaned down, your breath warm against his skin. you didn't go for his lips. instead, you pressed a lingering kiss to the dip of his stomach, right where the dark hair began. Matt gasped, his fingers digging into your hips.

"god, you're actually obsessed," he groaned, his head hitting the headboard with a soft thud.

"tell me you don't like it."

"i didn’t say i didn't like it. just... damn."

you traced the line with your tongue, tasting the salt of his skin. the hair was soft, a velvet contrast to the firm muscle beneath. you felt him shudder, his breath hitching in a way that told you exactly how much he was enjoying the attention.

"right there," he whispered, his voice strained. "don't stop."

you moved lower, your teeth grazing the skin. you could feel his heart hammering against his ribs. you slid your hand beneath the waistband of his joggers, your palm brushing against the coarse texture of the happy trail. you followed the path downward, your fingers curling around his length. he let out a sharp hiss, his hips arching off the bed.

"wait," he panted, catching his breath. "look at me."

you looked up. his eyes were dark, clouded with a need that mirrored your own.

"if you keep doing that, i’m not letting you out of this bed for the rest of the night."

"is that a threat?"

"it’s a promise."

you didn't give him a chance to follow through with the threat. instead you pushed his joggers and boxers down in one fluid motion, freeing him completely. he was thick, pulsing, and fully aroused with a bead of clear pre-cum glistening at the tip. you didn't hesitate, you swirled your tongue around the head of his member, catching the moisture.

"fuck," he hissed, his fingers threading through your hair. "you’re trying to kill me."

"i’m just following the trail," you murmured against his skin.

you took him into your mouth, sliding down the length of him. the fit was tight, the warmth enveloping him. you used your hand to stroke the base, your thumb grazing the bottom of the dark line of hair as you worked. Matt’s hips began to jerk instinctively, his movements small and desperate. the sound of your mouth sliding up and down his shaft became a wet, rhythmic squelch.

"right there... just like that," he rasped, his voice breaking.

you increased the pace, your tongue swirling around the ridge and your suction tightening. you looked up at him, watching the way his jaw clenched and his eyes fluttered shut. the sound of his heavy breathing filled the space between you, an accompaniment to the sounds of your mouth working on him. his balls slapped against your chin with every desperate thrust of his hips.

"you're so... god, you're incredible," Matt groaned, his grip tightening in your hair, not to pull you away, but to hold you closer.

you slid off him for a moment, only to swirl your tongue around the sensitive underside, teasing him until he let out a choked noise of frustration.

"don't play with me," he panted, almost whimpering. "please."

you obliged, taking him deep once more, feeling his cock hit the back of your throat. you focused on the friction, the heat, and the way he trembled beneath you. Matt began to move his hips in a frantic rhythm, chasing the peak. his breath came in short, sharp bursts, and his voice devolved into a series of low moans.

"i’m close... f-fuck- i’m right there," he gasped, his body stiffening.

you didn't slow down. you pushed further, using everything you had to drive him over the edge. Matt let out a loud strangled moan, his back arching off the bed as he spent himself, hot ropes of cum filling your mouth. you held him through the intensity, your mouth continuing to provide a soft, warm pressure until the last of the tremors subsided.

you pulled back slowly, a string of saliva and cum clinging to your lip. you wiped the mess from your mouth with a slow, satisfied swipe.

Matt collapsed back against the pillows, his chest heaving, "still obsessed?" he asked, his voice thick with exhaustion.

you shifted, sliding your hand back down to that familiar, dark line of hair.

"absolutely."

he let out a tired, happy sigh and closed his eyes.

"good, cus’ you're not going anywhere."

ella’s notes: lil matt blurb for my baby @rainyyy-weather :*

bestfriend!chris softsub!chris

this one shot contains ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ smut w plot, handjob, oral (m!recieving), teasing, praise, public (living room), dirty talk

word count ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ 2.1k

⌗ lowercase intended

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glacial air bit at your skin, leaving your cheeks red with winter. you winced, the hairs within your nose pinching you like fractured iceicles. snow sunk beneath your determined stomps, but didn't fail in filling your boots with slush. you muttered profanities under your clouded breath, trudging towards the door.

the crimson color of your knuckles collided with the front door as you knocked relentlessly. after a few bitter seconds it opened, and you wasted no time inviting yourself inside.

"phone is dead—" you kicked the shoes off your swollen feet. "and car is totally done for."

chris closed the door and stared at you, taking in your broken explanation as to why you had shown up to his house. "are you okay?"

"its like a fucking blizzard out there." you hung your powder-covered jacket over the banister of the stairs as you spoke. "my car broke down like two blocks away, thank god you guys are in the area."

he paused, thinking for a moment before responding. "what are you doing out so late anyway? didn't you see the storm warning?"

"yeah, i thought they were bluffing."

"you thought the weather channel…was bluffing?"

you ignored him, leaving his words hanging in the air as you steadied towards the living room. when you reached it, you were hit with a wave of familiar scents. if you closed your eyes you would've thought you were in a theatre—the smell of buttery popcorn wafting through the air, offending your empty stomach. chris's brothers barely averted their eyes from the TV screen as you entered, evidence of how common your presence was.

it was a standard practice for you to enter the sturniolo house unexpectedly, but you thought that the fact that it was ten 'til midnight would've warranted questioning on your appearance. but of course, it was only chris who was curious enough to ask. he was the type that needed to know what was going on at all times—a painstaking planner. you, however, would spontaneously try to drive to the convenience store at midnight—in a snowstorm. your personalities clashed, but that hadn't stopped your friendship from being long-standing. you were grateful at times like these that you had one another. and, of course, also grateful for chris's brothers, matt and nick.

"popcorn?" matt offered as you sat on the sofa.

"that and a blanket." you rubbed your hands together, your body not yet getting used to the warmth of the house.

chris's weight pressed into the couch as he sat next to you, wasting no time before draping a blanket over the two of you. he glanced at you, averting his eyes from the nostalgic christmas film that had been playing.

"are you okay?" he kept his voice low to keep from disturbing the movie.

you brought your folded knees impossibly closer to your chest. "yeah, just cold."

the volume of the TV increased due to a climactic scene, and chris leaned towards your body in an attempt to hear you more clearly. he planted a hand on your knee to steady himself as he turned. the warmth from his hand was shocking, even through the covering you had on.

"cold?" he clarified, seeing if he had heard you right.

"yeah, it's freezing in here." your shivering came to a halt as you focused on the weight of his hand on you.

he hesitated, pulling off of you. "sorry."

you shook your head. "no, no, don't be. you're like—super warm."

he brought his hands back to you, uncertainly cupping them both over your own. the heat that radiated off of him was feverish, immediately overthrowing your goosebumps.

"better?" he asked quietly.

"much."

once he separated himself from you, you were back to your frozen state. you tried to focus on the screen, but the wintry climate of the movie made it impossible to focus on anything but your temperature. the decision-making section of your brain must've been frozen solid, because you scooted closer to chris. your thigh hit his, sharing the heatwave from his body to yours. his eyes were fixed on the screen, in a way that was avoiding acknowledging your closeness.

you two had been best friends for as long as you could remember, but there was always a physical bubble neither of you had dared to cross. this boundary was loose, never mentioned, but laced with tension.

your guilty pleasure was crossing this invisible line.

sometimes, when you were teeming with boredom, you found it more than amusing to tease chris. you would brush your finger on his, and pass it off as an oblivious accident. the way his breath would hitch, or his muscles would tighten, it secretly made you go feral. of course, this was never to be mentioned to anyone. you could never admit that hearing your best friend's shaky inhales made you wet. and this situation was no different.

chris's gaze flit from your touching legs to the television, causing lust to pool at your core. you slipped your hand under the shared blanket, finding his own immediately. it was turned palm down on his lap, his pinky a millimeter away from your thigh. you placed your hand on his, to which he promptly tensed. moving your touch down his fingers, you felt how much bigger he was than you. you traced along his knuckles gingerly, watching his fixated expression. usually, this is when you would feel accomplished, and would pull away from him. but this craving for his heat made you aching for his touch, and you were nowhere near done.

"y/n…" he whispered, his voice wobbling.

you looked up at him. "yes?"

"what are you—" you circled his skin, distracting him. "doing." he choked out.

you transferred your hand to your own knee under the blanket, playing dumb. "what do you mean?"

he connected with your gaze. "why'd you stop?"

this made your stomach plummet. god he looked so perfectly pouted—his brows turned upwards, his teeth biting his bottom lip. he was your best friend, but fuck your mind spiraled. he had never addressed your teasing of him, let alone practically ask you to keep going. the game you loved to play suddenly became thrilling, but you needed him to know that they were your rules. you snaked your hand back onto his, feeling his body twitch at your touch. you intertwined your fingers with his and watched the movie in silence. every time your thumb moved, every small shift you did, he had a reaction. a sharp inhale, licking his lips, adjusting his position. but it wasn't enough, not for you.

you untangled your hand from his, steadily moving your touch farther into his lap. you were slow, deliberate, and gentle, giving him plenty of time to reject your advance. instead, he swallowed a lump in his throat and tried not to look at you as you reached the growing hardness in his sweatpants. you palmed him through his pants, causing him to dart his eyes to his brothers, who were still and focused on the film. his mouth fell open slightly at the feeling of you touching his clothed erection.

"alright." a voice said, making you freeze. it was matt, pointing the remote at the screen. "i'm fucking exhausted. finish this tomorrow?"

nick outstretched his arms in an exaggerated yawn and agreed, slowly pushing himself off the couch. the movie was turned off, and both brothers retreated up the stairs to their respective rooms. this left you and chris alone, with no one to stop you from what you were about to do.

violent wind thrashed at the windows of the living room, disrupting the silent blue darkness that enveloped the two of you. you had retreated your hand when chris's brothers had begun talking, but were now in a mental argument on what to do next. had the teasing gone too far? had you crossed this unspoken boundary? you felt the shivering come back, but this time it wasn't from the cold, but from an aching anticipation.

you brought your head up to focus on him. he was gazing at the screen as if it was still on, his breathing shallow. you reached up to his chin, turning his head to face you.

"are you okay?"

"i mean… yeah?" he moved his hips in a feeble attempt at hiding his boner.

you looked down at his lap. "do you want my help with that?"

his pupils widened as he gulped, and he began erratically scanned the room to avoid eye contact.

"i don't have to."

"no.. i want you to." he breathed.

"you want me to—" you rubbed his lap "…what?"

"i want you to touch me." his voice was practically a whine.

excitement flooded your mind, corroding you until the only thought left was to make him feel good. you played with his waistband before pulling down his pants and boxers, revealing his rigid cock, glistening with pre-cum. for the first time, you understood what the girls meant about shy guys. he was bigger than you imagined, and pulsating with a need for you. you wasted no time before sliding your thumb around his tip, red and aching, collecting the arousal beneath your fingertips. you spread it down his cock, lazily pumping down him as his hips began to lift upwards.

you paused your movement, looking at him.

"please don't stop." he pleaded, voice textured with lust.

"don't move." you pressed down on his thigh, keeping him from bucking.

his dick reacted to your words, involuntarily twitching in your grasp as you told him what to do. his lips parted as he focused on the motion of your wrist, and watched as your boobs bounced in tandem. his body turned to putty as you sped your pace, stroking up and down his cock while staring at his pouted face. you moved expertly, steadily rubbing his slit before pumping down his length. breathy whimpers choked out of his mouth, motivating you to award him with extra stimulation.

you lowered your lips to his tip, circling it with the tip of your tongue. your heels dug into your ass as you folded your body for him.

chris threw his head back. "oh fuck."

"do you like that baby? you’re so hard for me." you cooed, tilting your head to look at him through thick eyelashes.

"yes—fuck that's so good." he cursed, his addams apple bopping as he gulped.

"you have to stay quiet. we don't want your brothers hearing how good i'm making you feel." you warned, voice low and sultry.

he nodded eagerly, ready to obey any words that came from you. you took the same amount of enthusiasm from his submission and applied it to his cock, sinking your mouth down his length. moans escaped his throat, and he instinctively wrapped your hair in a makeshift ponytail. your cheeks hollow as you take him deeper, slowly letting him relish in the warmth of your mouth. you hummed around him, sending vibrations through his body. he shivered, teeth biting his bottom lip as he struggled against thrusting into you. your nose hit his abdomen, the sound of your choking tipping chris over the edge.

"f-fuck im close—you better get off." he shuttered, holding onto your shoulders in a broken attempt at getting you to lift your head from him.

you didn't heed his warning, but instead accelerated your pace around chris's cock, flattening your tongue on his length. his moans were low and helpless, his hold on your hair was tight, and his posture began to slouch as he felt himself come undone. his thighs trembled as you worked him with your mouth, teasing his tip before letting it hit the back of your throat. you felt him pulsing, confirmation to how close he was.

"jesus—that feels so good. y-you have to get off." chris's chest heaved with every movement of your tongue.

you moaned onto his cock, eager above all to make chris cum for you. he scrunched your hair desperately, broken carnal whimpers falling from his lips as he bucked into your mouth, meeting his pleasure. you brought your lips to his tip as you sucked his release, hot, salty cum coating your mouth. his needy sounds caused your thighs to clamp together, arousal pooling in between them. you raise your head, wiping yourself with your forearm.

"holy shit." chris panted, finally meeting your eyes. "let me—like.. do something for you."

he reached for your waistband before you stopped him, your hand over his. "next time."

his body was sweated, his hair touselled, and that same perfect pouted look was displayed on his face. it was as if your climax meant more to him than his own. your pussy clench around nothing as you imagined your best friends cock stretching your walls. but this was all he was going to get—just your mouth. because those were your rules—for now.

a/n ☕️: just a little blurb i’ve been working on

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thank you so much matthew, now let me sit on your face and ride your nose until i get a rash