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˙⋆ ₊ ⵌ in which chris gets a little jealous when him and his actor girlfriend watch one of her scenes.
↳ bf!chris x actor!gf ✦﹒𓂃
warnings: nsfw, making out, grinding, fingering, unprotected sex (don’t do it), cumming inside, lmk if i forgot anything!
chris’ eyes are shooting daggers at the screen. it seemed like he hadn’t blinked since they started watching. he watches his girlfriend on the screen, sat on some dudes lap, kissing him so believably.
his girlfriend watches intensely, quietly critiquing her acting in her head. she didn’t know if it seemed real, it was awkward kissing another guy. she tried to put her best effort in but all she could think about while shooting was chris.
speaking of chris, she glances over at him, trying to get a glimpse into his head. she watches as his eyes scan the scene in front of him, jaw clenched. she can’t help but feel a bit guilty. how would she feel if it was chris making out with some girl?
on the screen she has her hands wrapped around her co-stars neck, legs on either side of him. his hands rested on her hips. she cringes at the site, looking over at chris again.
he turns to face her at the same time, jealousy panging through him. he hates everything about this. she was his girl, his alone.
“was this one take?” chris asks, not really wanting to know the answer. just the thought of her doing this over and over pisses him off.
“uh, like 4,” she says hesitantly. chris just sighs quietly, barely audible. he turns back to the screen, trying to get through this scene.
the scene wraps up and chris has a subtle frown on his face. he glances over at his girlfriend and she turns to him, sensing his eyes on her. “what is it?” she asks, noticing his demeanor.
“c’mere.” he leans back against the couch. he gently lifts his hips up to adjust his position.
she gets up from her spot, moving over to him. she straddles his lap, arms instinctively wrapping around his neck. he pulls her down for a kiss. it was gentle and sweet, his hands on her waist.
she quickly melts into the kiss, their mouths move in sync, sending butterflies to her stomach.
she pulls away for a second, “you’re so jealous,” a small grin on her face as she admires his features. strands of hair fall in front of his pretty eyes.
“how could i not be, that’s our thing” his hands drop a little lower to her hips, tracing her upper thigh with his thumb.
“our thing?” she asks in amusement.
he looks at her with that stupid grin on his face, “mhm, posed to be my special girl.” he gives a fake pout.
“i am ur special girl..”
“yeah?” his grin grows.
“yeah.” she breaths out.
she leans back in, connecting their lips again. his hands drag up her back, pulling her even closer. the kiss is slow but still intense. she’d been so busy these past two weeks, leaving barely any time for him.
she can feel her body getting hotter, his hands felt like fire on her. she missed him so bad.
she was wearing a short silk nightdress, it rode up her legs, piling up around her hips as his hand moves towards her inner thigh, slipping under. they’ve yet to pull away from the kiss.
he starts to rub her through her underwear, the dark patch of wetness growing bigger. he pulls them to the side, inserting his middle finger slowly.
their mouths separate as she lets out a low gasp, “chris..”
he doesn’t respond, their lips reconnecting. he continues to slowly push his fingers in and out, curving them at the perfect spot every time.
she could feel him getting hard beneath her. as she slowly grinds against him and his fingers. he’s continuing at his same pace, his mouth moving towards her neck and collarbone, placing wet kissing.
she lets out soft whimpers at his movements, pressing herself down against him, a little too hard. he groans as she presses down on him, “fuck, need you.” he pulls back from her. gently pulling his finger out. she whines a little at the missing contact.
he grabs her hips and lifts her up a little before pulling his pants and underwear down in one swift movement as she quickly pulls her nightdress up and over her head, tossing it to the side.
his dick bounces out from under them slapping up against his stomach. he wastes no time grabbing it with one hand and using the other to pull her underwear back to the side, aligning himself with her pussy.
he slowly rubs it against her clit, emitting a low whimper as he gathers her wetness on his tip. he guides himself down toward her entrance, using his other hand to hold her waist and gently press her down. she lets in a shallow breath. the stretch is slow, pain quickly becoming pleasure as she lets out the prettiest sound he’d ever heard.
his hips buck up a little in desperation when she’s fully sat on him, taking him entirely. he throws his head back—finally feeling her after so long. she’s so tight and warm, he wants nothing more than to fill her up.
she begins to slowly move on him as he wraps his arms around her waist, sitting up a little. his forehead rested on her shoulder, mouth agape and eyes squeezed shut. the only think he can focus on was her and how good she feels.
she wraps her arms around his neck, starting to moving at a steady, faster pace. her legs gently squeeze the outside of his as she straddled him, letting herself feel every inch. they both let out soft groans as the pressure in their lower stomachs build.
“fuck chris feels s’good” she clench’s around him, his hips bucking up at the sensation, wanting to feel her even deeper.
“yeah? keep going, just like that. doin s’good fa me.” he says breathlessly.
she listens, doing what she does best—making chris feel good. her legs begin to burn, the repeated movement tiring her out. chris can feel her giving out on him. “tired already?” he teases.
she whines into his shoulder slowing her movements a little. “c’mon you can do it, please, for me?” he gently leans back, his hands sliding down to her hips. his eyes drop, watching the way he disappeared inside her, seeing how wet she was, seeing the mess she was was making all over him.
she lets his words motivate her and picks up the pace for a minute or two, fighting through the ache in her legs. he darts his tounge out and licks his bottom lip. his nails dig into her, leaving crescent shaped marks embedded into her soft skin.
chris admires her motivation but he knew she was tired, he holds her in place one hand on each hip, his thumb gently rubbing her skin in a back and forth motion. “s’okay, i gotchu ma,” his hands move to her upper back pulling her forward, against him. she allows herself to lean into him as his hands return to their original position on her hips.
he lifts her up by the waist, adjusting his position, and begins to push himself upwards into her. his thrusts have a steady rhythm—fast and deep, earning staggered moans from her, her nails digging into his shoulder.
she’s feels the knot in her stomach tightening, desperate for release. her hips grind down on him seeking to finish faster. “oh gosh, m’so close-” she shuts her eyes pleasure spreading through her body.
“i know,” he noticed the way she tightened around him, how she was desperately rubbing herself against him.
“cum ma, go head. wanna feel it” he looks up at her admiring her fucked out state. “so beautiful” he murmurs against her skin. he wraps one of his hands around her neck, pulling her down to connect their lips.
the knot in her stomach explodes, waves of relief crashing over her all at once, her legs tense and begin to tremble as chris continues to chase his release. the feeling of her tightening around him when she finished pushing him right over the edge. “holy shit ma,” he thrusted a few more times before holding her in place as deep as he could go, shooting deep inside of her.
she leans against him breathless. he holds her, struggling to catch his breath. he places a gentle kiss on her shoulder, drawing small circles on her back.
“all mine right?” he asks gently. “mhm, all yours” she says a slight smile on her lips.
after a few more seconds she gently pulls away from him, both of them looking down and watching intently as she slowly lifts herself off him, chris’ cum immediately dripping out of her.
with one quick motion chris scoops it up with 2 fingers and gently pushes it back inside her, bottom lip between his teeth. she lets out a soft gasp at the feeling of his fingers.
“yeah, all fucking mine.” he smirks.
maybe she should let him watch her movies more often.
soft sound of the air conditioner blowing, faint spongebob playing in the background and the sound of matt's low voice mumbling incoherent words against the thin fabric of your shirt.
his face nuzzled right between your chest, nudging his nose and moving his head around as he spoke. your hands in his hair. playing and tugging on it.
he does that sometimes, when he doesn't particularly wants to be listened to but just wants to speak, get some things off his chest.
onto yours, literally.
right now he's talking to himself about a small argument he had with chris while filming a video earlier that day. well he's talking to your titties, essentially.
just rubbing his face in them, whining and groaning.
his legs tangle with yours on the bed, you hum along his sentences even though theres not much that you can understand.
"he's just so stupid..." matt finally looks up, eyes droopy and tired. he sees how you're focused on the tv instead of him. his chin propped up on your chest, eyes fluttering and fingers tugging onto the hem of your shirt.
his hands slide under your shirt, fingers gliding across your skin. your head tilts in his direction and noticing that, matt’s lips break into a mischievous smile, you know where this is going.
moments later your shirt is laying astray on the floor, of course.
matts face all up in your breasts, sucking, kissing, mumbling how soft they feel. his hands working with him, squeezing and teasing your nipple while his mouth works on the other end.
“could do this all day, ma” his voice hoarse, his gaze shifting to look up at you for a little, his face flushed and a drool bridge between his mouth and your nipple.
a/n : this draft is almost a year old lol i forgot how to do this 😭 tumblr is scary now. not proofread. english is not my first language.
matt just wants to eat, and to do that, he needs you to keep him down.
matt's been touchy all day, hands constantly reaching for anything he can grab; your shoulders when he brushes past, your thighs when you settle next to him, your back when he guides you, your ass to just rest there.
his lips linger a few seconds longer than normal when he kisses your cheeks or your forehead, even the corner of your mouth or your shoulders when he's standing so close behind that you can feel his body heat.
but something snaps within him the moment your mouths finally press together. he makes this sound deep in his chest—something cross between a whimper and a groan as his fingers dig into your skin.
matt's free hand tangles in your hair as he kisses you, and it's not sweet or soft. it's desperate... it's hungry. you kiss him back with the same amount of vigour, one arm sliding around his shoulders to keep him close while the other cups his jaw, feeling the scratchy surface of his stubble beneath your fingertips.
he whines into your mouth, body arching into yours, his arm circling your waist as he parts his lips for you to let you lick inside, his tongue sliding against yours and drawing a violent shiver from him.
matt pushes himself right up to your cunt, his hands moving down to grab your ass, and then he's lifting you up, sliding the two of you off the hood of his car where you've been enjoying your impromptu date watching the sunset to lower you onto the grass.
you never once break the kiss, lips locked together even while he's getting comfortable above you, his hands moving to your waist to slide up your belly, pushing your shirt up as he goes.
"take this off f'me." he murmurs against your lips. reluctant to part, you nod your head, pulling back for a moment to arch your back, helping him slip the shirt off your body.
the cool air bites at your skin, but the way matt's staring at you is what makes you shiver, goosebumps rising. his eyes dart across your chest and belly greedily, every part of him drinking in the sight of you like you haven't been shirtless in front of him before.
matt swallows heavily, "fuck me."
the second his mouth is on your neck, you let out a shaky breath through parted lips, craning your head back to stare up at the warm-coloured sky while your fingers thread through his hair, tugging softly at the roots.
that pulls a moan from him, his teeth scraping over your pulse as he drags his mouth down your body, restless and needy. his hands are everywhere at once, too. he's mapping out your skin with his palms as he mouths at your chest, your nipples, then your stomach. matt's hands grab the waistband of your pants, and you lift up your hips for him to tug them down in one clumsy move.
he gets them down to your knees before he's pressing hot open-mouthed kisses on the insides of your legs, biting down gently on the soft skin of your inner-thighs to make you gasp.
"g-god," he breathes again, like he's been brutally punched in the gut once he's managed to get you out of your panties, the sight of your glistening folds drawing him in. his fingers lightly brush over your clit, and you jerk. "so pretty. so wet."
he rubs his fingers over your clit again, and again, and again, and you let out a strangled whine as you try to push your hips up to his face for more friction. you can absolutely get off with just his fingers playing with your clit alone (you have done many times before), but with matt already so close to your cunt which pulses greedily for him, you need more than just clit stimulation.
as if hearing your inner prayers, matt reaches out to find your hand, sliding your fingers into his hair and wrapping his own around your wrist firmly, holding you there.
"keep me down, yeah?"
the air immediately gets knocked out of your lungs at his words, "o-oh fuck."
the muscle in matt's jaw tenses, watching you with heavy-lidded eyes, and then he's lifting your legs, tossing them up and over his shoulders. you gasp in surprise at the sudden position, curling your fingers around his hair as one big, warm hand splays across your stomach, his breath ghosting over your clit.
he keeps his eyes on you the whole time, his tongue swiping a slow strip down your slit, gathering your essence on his lips. you let out a soft moan, fingers tightening in his hair and tugging, keeping him pressed down like promised.
matt makes a noise, a deep rumble from the back of his throat—low, gravelly, and guttural. it does things to you, and you clench hard around his invading tongue as his mouth works hungrily, no longer giving you a second to adjust as he ravages you like you're his last meal.
you squeal as his tongue swirls in circles around your clit before dipping right back into your hole, leaving you writhing beneath him. you rut up into his face, twist your fingers in his hair, increasing the sounds of your pleasure out in the open with no remorse.
you don't care if anyone hears—if anyone catches you. not when he's leaving you a moaning and whimpering mess, making the heat in your belly almost unbearable at the knot twists tighter, and tighter, and tighter until he slows.
"pretty fuckin' pussy," he rasps out against you, licking your folds. "taste too good, baby."
he can feel the way you're shaking, legs clenching around his head, fingers unrelenting in his hair all while your cunt gushes with arousal, and he loves it. he own moans vibrate against you as he's pressed down further, his hands leaving indents in the flesh of your thighs as he holds you in place too, his mouth working greedily.
you feel his thumb rub over your clit once, twice, and then he's sinking two fingers into you, curling against the soft spot within that has your arching your back and volume increasing.
his mouth and fingers move in tandem, slurping loudly along side the wet, squelching noises that echo into the air.
"are you goin' to cum f'me?" his voice comes out muffled against you, his eyes flitting up to yours from between your legs. "goin' to cum on my mouth, baby?"
you can't talk, not really, not when he's making you feel so fucking good that your sounds become a string of moans and gasps, loud and unashamed, all high-pitched, breathy, and needy.
your orgasm hits you like a freight train, and you're positive you're trying to warn him, but it all comes out as strangled noises with broken cries of his name. he moans against you, pumping his fingers through the waves, his mouth still moving as he laps you up with gentle flicks and caresses of his tongue.
after a few moments, your grip loosens on his hair, falling limp onto the grass as your body twitches. matt lets out a breathy laugh, his lips glistening with your release and hair dishevelled, pointing in different directions. he makes his way up to your face, nuzzling his nose against the side of your jaw as he breathes you in steadily.
"sit on my face next time," he murmurs quietly, pressing his mouth to your cheek before his lips curl up into a grin. "keep me down there for a while longer, yeah?”
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⤑ contains: smut, possessive!Matt, fingering, ring kink, control/power play, overstimulation, praise + filth, grinding, and more
⤑ in which Matt won’t let you off his lap until you’ve learned your lesson
You should’ve known better than to sit there. In those tiny shorts, with his hand already halfway between your thighs.
Matt’s lounged in the patio chair like he owns the world—legs spread, silver rings flashing, thumb casually tracing the waistline of your shorts. You’re perched on his lap, trying to play innocent. But Matt Sturniolo is not fooled. Not by you. Not ever.
“Comfy?” he murmurs against your jaw.
You swallow and nod. “Good,” he says, dragging his ringed hand up your inner thigh. “Because you’re not moving.”
The heat between your legs pulses. His other hand finds your hip, pulling you snug against the growing bulge beneath his jeans. You can feel it—thick and heavy, pressing right where you need it most.
“I—Matt,” you whisper, “people might—”
His palm cups your jaw, turning your face toward his. “Let them see,” he says lowly. “Let them see who you belong to.”
You squirm, trying to relieve the ache. His hand tightens on your waist.
“I said. Sit still.”
But you can’t. Not when he shifts his hips beneath you, letting you feel exactly what you’re doing to him. Not when he drags that silver ring down your stomach and slips it just under the hem of your shorts.
“Feel that?” he growls. “That’s you. Got me fuckin’ throbbing and we haven’t even moved.”
You gasp as his fingers find you—wet, needy, twitching. His rings cold, his touch mean.
“Matt, I—I need—”
“You need to behave,” he hisses, slipping a finger inside just to watch your head fall back. “You sit on my lap like that again, baby, and you’re gonna take what you start.”
He strokes you slow. Cruel. Smirking when your legs shake.
“You know what I really love?” he murmurs. “Watching you fall apart just from my fingers. Sitting all sweet on my lap like this, pretending you don’t want me to fuck you already.”
Your hands grip his shoulders. Your hips move without permission.
He bites your neck, hard enough to make you gasp. “There’s my good girl,” he breathes. “Fuckin’ make a mess on me... just like that.”
And when you finally come—shaking, panting, clutching his sweater like a lifeline, he doesn’t let you move. Just pulls your hips back down, your body flush to his, cock still straining beneath the denim.
“Mm-mm,” he says, dragging his ring down your back. “I didn’t say you could get up.”
immaqulate's notes ✎ᝰ.ᐟ.. so.. i assume we want a part two ? or not.. also?? he's insane and he KNOWS what he's doing with that fucking ring placement
chris couldn’t describe his genuine disdain for the attitude you got when things didn’t go your way. the constant pouting, your sharp tongue and how you were mad at the entire world for things you typically couldn’t change.
today, it was a makeup issue. not an every day makeup issue, not one where you could take a break and eventually have the muscle memory work it out for you. halloween makeup.
you and chris decided to go to a hallowen party tonight as the joker and harley quinn, (the suicide squad version, since you demanded it and didn’t want to dress as any other version), and you were in the bathroom audibly huffing, something about not having the tears of your makeup look real.
and when chris tried to offer you some advice, as good as makeup advice from boyfriends get, you quipped him with some shitty remark, dismissing him from the bathroom so you could focus.
you weren’t focused on anything after he kissed his teeth, throwing all patience out the window. he gripped your pigtails tight, and you’ve been watching yourself cry in the mirror for the last thirty minutes.
you don’t know if this is the third or fourth time he’s edged you, fucking into you from behind until you were practically shaking off the ground, bent over the counter before completey stopping, waiting until your orgasm was just out of reach before starting again.
your cloudy, tear filled eyes are locked on him in the reflection of the mirror, his sick smile as he fucks into you with no mercy at all. he leans forward, chest pressing against your back as his arm comes to wrap around your throat, pulling you back against him in a headlock.
“these tears look real enough for you, hm?” he growls against your ear, nipping your lobe. you can tell he’s getting off from just this alone, simultaneously getting what he wants while making you cry from it after you denied his advice in the first place, and now he’s the one getting you there in more ways than one.
“didn’t wanna take my advice, but what’s better than the real thing?” he taunts, his voice just audible over the sound of his hips plapping against the plush of your ass.
“chris,” you whimper, thighs squeezing together until your legs are practically crossed, just trying to keep him in, “please-mmph, i can’t-,”
“finally gonna let me help you?” he asks, taunting but not so much as before. when you nod dumbly, his free hand reaches to tap the screen of his phone that lays on the counter, illuminating the home screen and showing the time. he slows to thrusts that are slow and calculated, not fast and greedy, “only because we have to leave soon.”
his arm still wrapped around your neck keeps you stable as his free hand dips between your legs, fingers swirling at your clit so expertly it makes your knees buckle. you were always thankful for this headlock he has you in, but you’re extra thankful now that when you practically go slack, he holds you up.
you don’t have to tell him through the new line of tears that coats your waterline and the way your vision goes blurry that you’re cumming, he just knows. he spills into you not long after, damp forehead pressed against your shoulder as he twitches behind you, almost fucking both of you into overstimulation.
the bathroom is quiet except for the sounds of him quietly cleaning you both up, pulling your costume bottoms back up over your ass and smoothing his fingers over the runs in your stockings that he created. he turns you around by your shoulders, looking you over and giving you a genuine smile.
“you like like a mess.” he breathes, and you do. but it’s on theme. evidently so as you get endless compliments throughout the night, especially on your hair and makeup that just looks so realistically disheveled.
caroline speaks: i need him soossoossoosso bad (also writing this after being free from kinktobers shackles because i had a joker!matt fic planned FULLY not realizing matt was deadass batman for halloween and chris's tiktok pfp is the joker lalalalalalalala im so silly and oblivious)
⚠︎︎built up frustration, making out, dry humping, pet names (babygirl, gorgeous), finishing in pants.
it had been months since we’d had the house to ourselves. chris living with his brothers was great most of the time, but privacy? forget it.
every time we thought we’d sneak a moment, there’d be a door creak, a laugh, or some loud music from the other room. tonight, though, it was just us. matt and nick were out at some halloween party that chris had purposely declined for the reason of being alone with me.
the second his bedroom door clicked shut behind us, he turned, hands on my waist, eyes dark and hungry.
“missed this,” he murmured, letting his lips brush against my temple, then my cheek, tracing soft kisses down my jaw.
slowly, he guided us backward, one hand firm on my back, until his knees hit the edge of the bed and we collapsed together onto the mattress. an involuntarily giggle escaped my mouth from anticipation and nerves.
i ended up straddling his lap without really thinking about it, his arms wrapping around my waist, holding me close. we started making out, slowly and gentle at first.
“you’re so pretty babygirl..” chris muttered hoarsely as his digits roamed over every curve under my shirt.
i rested my hands on his chest, letting myself feel his heart hammering from all the pent up frustration of not being able to touch me.
as the kisses got more desperate and messy, the tent in his jeans grew larger and larger until i could feel it pressed up against my clothed core.
i started to move instinctively, rocking my hips just slightly against him, and he hissed softly through clenched teeth, one hand slipping down to guide my hips. “that.. that feels good baby, keep going.”
i obliged, rolling myself harder against his crotch. the friction on my clit sent shivers down my spine, and i arched my back, pressing myself even closer to him.
chris groaned loudly, his hands gripping my ass tightly. "fuck," he muttered into my ear, his voice strained.
we continued to grind against each other, our movements becoming more desperate. i could feel chris's erection throbbing against my shorts, and i could tell he was close to the edge.
"chris," i whimpered, my voice barely audible. "i need you."
he growled in response, biting down lightly on my earlobe. he was so close that i could hear each individual breath and whimper running down my neck.
then a sound escaped me, louder than i meant it to and chris froze, wide-eyed, one hand flying to cover my mouth. "shh! my brothers w-”
he stopped. the house was silent. completely ours.
"oh wait, never mind" he said, grin spreading slow and wicked across his face. his voice dropped to a rough whisper. "go ahead. let me hear those gorgeous sounds."
i rolled my eyes yet continued my movements. i could feel chris's erection throbbing against my arousal drenched shorts, and i knew he was close to the edge.
heat pooled low in my stomach, tightening with every grind. his thigh pressed between my legs, relentless. i knew an intense orgasm was approaching and i clawed against chris’s shirt to ground myself.
chris shuddered, burying his face in my neck with a choked curse as he spilled all in his underwear. my own climax hit like a punch, stealing my breath. for a second, everything went white.
i eventually pushes myself off of his lap and flopped down beside me, every rustle of fabric against my sensitive clit making me jolt.
chris's sweats were damp in a small, telltale patch, proof of our actions . my lips curved into a small, amused smile.
“looks like someone had a good time,” i commented, brushing my fingers over his arm.
“yeah,” he gave me a lopsided smile, voice embarrassed yet satisfied “it’s… been a while.”
this is one day late cause i lowkey couldn't make it interesting and it was boring me.
ⓘ 𝑺𝑴𝑼𝑻! ⋆ roomie!matt ⋆ hiding a boner ⋆ lowkey awkward but charged with sexual tension ⋆ making out ⋆ big dick!matt ⋆ size kink ⋆ pet names ⋆ dirty talk ⋆ saw rex ⋆ riding matt :p ⋆ creampie (let’s hope reader is on the pill or smth) ⋆ fluff ⋆ matt being unable to stand afterwards + more.
ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒕... matt gets a boner while watching a movie with you so you offer to help him take care of it.
Matt glances over at you briefly and swallows thickly, shifting in his spot, his jaw clenching as he looks back at the TV playing the classic scream. He takes off his hoodie and tosses it on the armrest of the couch, his chain glinting in the dim lighting of the horror movie.
His dick throbs painfully in his pajama pants when you subconsciously lean closer to him, your eyes glued to the TV screen, watching the movie intently as your hand lingers in the bowl of popcorn on his lap. The popcorn bowl doesn’t help his hard-on at all, but at least it’s somewhat hiding it.
And thankfully, you haven’t noticed it yet. Matt thinks he’ll be fine if the bowl stays on his lap, hiding something you shouldn’t see, but then your hand accidentally shifts the bowl on his lap as you try to take some more popcorn. Which makes Matt’s hips jerk involuntarily, making you pause and look at him.
"Uh... You okay?" You tilt your head slightly, like you always do, and Matt’s length twitches. The way you’re looking at him—so confused and unknowing of your roommate getting aroused by your proximity—causes Matt to take a slow breath to compose himself before answering.
"Yeah... Just, cold? I guess." He lies poorly with a small casual shrug, but inside he wishes he could disappear. The reason for his boner wasn’t even anything sexual; You had accidentally placed your hand on his thigh, a little too close to his crotch, when you reached for the can of Dr. Pepper on the coffee table.
And after that, every little movement of yours, every subtle touch and graze of your body against his made him harden more and more, resulting in him becoming so hard it’s genuinely painful now. His hands twitch at his sides, dying to just whip his dick out and give it some much needed relief.
You hum an "okay" and look back at the movie, not realizing what kind of state Matt is in. Your thigh grazes his when you shift in your spot, tucking your feet further under the fluffy throw blanket over both your laps. The bowl stays on Matt’s lap because if he places it somewhere else you’ll immediately notice the huge bulge tenting the blanket.
All Matt can do at this point is sit still and try to focus on the movie rather than how much his balls are aching or how damp his boxers are becoming with the steady leakage of his precum. His eyes are looking at the TV screen with enough intensity to burn two holes into it, hands fisted at his sides, jaw muscles ticking due to how hard he’s clenching it.
During a lull in the movie, where it’s just some characters talking, you finally notice how tense he’s being. "Matt, seriously. Are you feeling okay? We don’t have to have a movie night tonight if you want to rest. I mean, you’re all tense and sitting completely still." You show some concern, which he appreciates, but he can’t really tell you the reason, can he?
Still, his mouth starts talking before his brain can process it.
"I’m okay. I just- I’m hard." His words tumble out, slower towards the end and more unsure as he realizes what he just admitted out loud. He tries to backtrack immediately, but his mouth only opens and closes like a fish out of water with no actual words leaving his lips. He slowly stops trying to explain and just stares back at your shocked expression, his own expression blank.
After a minute of silence, you finally speak. "Oh..." Matt cringes at your reply—or the lack thereof. Your noncommittal reply makes him want to jump in an open grave and pour dirt over himself. He expected anything but this. Maybe a disgusted look, or even a slap to his face—anything but a simple "oh".
"Uh... I’ll just- I’ll just go to my room." He flashes a small awkward smile and moves to stand up, taking the popcorn bowl off his lap, but you hold his arm as he’s halfway up, the blanket slowly falling down to reveal his bulge. Matt’s eyes dart between your hand on his arm and your unreadable expression.
He sits back down awkwardly, blinking at you. You look at him, really look at him, and see how much his pupils are dilated with desire, how dark his eyes are, how his lips are parted and how deep his breaths are. He looks undone already. And that does wonders to make you wet.
"You know... I can help you... with it-" You pause, feeling like you’re coming on too strong and slowly take your hand off his arm, glancing down at your lap briefly before looking into his eyes again. "I mean, if you want to. I don’t want to sound like I’m forcing you or anything."
Matt nods, slowly, almost as if he’s unable to believe this is happening; his fantasies and wet dreams are close to becoming reality. "I- yeah, yeah... I do." He murmurs, tentatively reaching for your hand on your lap and lacing his fingers through yours. His eyes hold months of pent-up desire and yearning for his roommate who he thought wasn’t into him.
You find yourself leaning in slowly, your eyes dropping to his lips before snapping back up into his eyes. And he naturally copies your movement, leaning in until your breaths mingle, the air around you crackling with suffocating tension.
Matt’s free hand comes up to cup your cheek, thumb brushing over your cheekbone in a way that feels more intimate than it should. Your heart stutters—and so does your breath—when Matt closes the remaining distance, his lips brushing against your tentatively as if asking for permission. Your eyes slowly flutter shut and you melt into his touch, your hand gently squeezing his where it lays entwined on your lap.
The kiss is gentle—explorative—at first, both of you pouring out everything unsaid into it, leaving you breathless when Matt pulls back to look at you. His eyes flicker with a mix of desire and something far deeper, and you’re not sure you can take it without drowning in him.
The second kiss is more heated, more passionate, like he’s finally letting himself have you. His hand on your cheek slides down to your neck and around, tangling in your hair, fingers gentle but firm in the soft locks. His head tilts to the side, teeth grazing your bottom lip before he bites down softly on it, soothing it with his tongue immediately after.
It’s sloppy and it’s messy—all teeth and tongue—but it’s real. It’s him and it’s you; two people who’ve been keeping their wants and needs buried deep inside themselves because they were both afraid the other wouldn’t want it—want them. And it all broke like a dam when you offered to help him, and now you’re not sure you can pull away from him.
You’re straddling him before you know it and Matt’s hands are already on your hips, the touch grounding you. You can feel his erection pressing against your core through your pajama pants—and you suddenly notice he’s wearing the same type of pants as you.
You smile into the kiss, a breathless laugh getting swallowed by Matt. And he pulls back with a small crooked grin, his lips glossy and slightly swollen from the kiss and his pupils dilating further as he gazes up at you. "What’s so funny?" He asks, chuckling softly himself, thumb rubbing gentle circles on your hip bone through your pants.
"It’s just... We’re wearing the same pants. I didn’t notice it until now. And similar shirts." You point out, your heart doing silly little flips inside your ribcage. "It feels like we’re dating with how we’re dressed in matching clothes, you know?"
Matt laughs at that, soft and amused. "Yeah? Like we’re dating huh?" He teases, repeating your words, his grin never faltering as he watches your expression turn flustered. "You’re adorable, you know that?" He says, softer, his grin softening into an adoring smile, making your heart beat so fast you’re sure it’s break dancing inside you.
"Am not." You manage, out of words, suddenly embarrassed by the absurd things you just said and the even more absurd thing that left his lips. He thinks you’re adorable? God, your brain is probably going to replay this scene every night before bed. Your stomach does a small flip when his hands tighten on your hips and he pulls you gently down on his boner, grinding you slowly against it.
You gasp softly, feeling his hardness catch onto your clit briefly through your clothes, and your hands go to his shoulders to steady yourself. Matt groans softly, mumbling a soft curse under his breath, his brows furrowing ever so slightly as he finally gets some friction against his raging boner.
"Shit-" He hisses, looking down at where your clothed pussy is rubbing along his erection, his flushed and wet tip already peeking out from under his waistband where his t-shirt had ridden up, bunching around his middle. "Sorry-" He laughs. Breathless. Undone. "Couldn’t help it. I’m dying here."
He’s gripping your hips so tightly you’re sure it’s going to leave marks. Desperation is oozing from every pore in his body, and you can’t even blame him, his dick’s probably aching painfully now. You gently take his hands off your hips and climb off his lap. Matt watches with puppy dog eyes as if he’s trying to get you back on his lap with just his eyes. And it almost works, but you have a better idea.
Matt’s breath hitches, sharp in his throat, when you start tugging down your pajama pants, leaving you in just a shirt and your lacy black panties. You swear you can see his dick jumping in his pants, as if it’s as happy to see you strip as its owner.
His chest heaves with deep breaths as you sit yourself back on his lap, your bare thighs warm on either side of his hips, and his hands find themselves on your waist this time, roaming up and under your shirt. He finds you bare underneath, no bra to contain your pretty breasts, your already nipples semi-hard from arousal—and he almost loses it.
You let him tug your shirt up and over your head, revealing your bare chest to his hungry gaze. His mouth waters at the sight and he gulps softly, watching your nipples harden further in the cool air. His hands cup your tits, feeling the warmth and weight in his palms. "You’re so beautiful..." He whispers, almost to himself.
Your hands reach down and tug on the waistband of his pants. "C’mon. I’m dying here." You repeat his earlier words, smiling as if you're not teasing him. Matt squints at you, his lips curling up with the kind of smile that looks playful but holds a quiet authority that makes you shut up instantly.
"You feeling impatient, sweetheart?" He asks, chuckling gruffly. His hands leave your breasts to free himself instead, smirking as you lift yourself off his lap for a moment so he can pull his pants and boxers down. His cock springs free, slapping against his stomach, leaving a streak of wetness on his shirt.
His smirk grows wider when you take in his dick, your eyes widening slightly. It’s big and long, with an angry red tip that fades into a more neutral color further down his shaft. Veins run along his length—some thick, some thin, but all throbbing and pulsing with each of his quick heartbeats. His dick jumps at the attention you’re giving it, making your throat go dry.
"Don’t you fucking worry, baby. I’ll give it to you, alright. All 8 inches. And fill you up until you can’t take it anymore." He promises darkly, wrapping his fist around his base, slapping his cock against your clothed mound. "You want that? Want me to stretch you out with this big dick?"
"Mhm..." You breathe out, and pull your panties to the side before he tells you to, unable to wait any longer. Your hips hover over his dick—standing tall and proud under you—and you slowly lower yourself until you feel his hot tip against your pussy lips. Matt’s breath hitches softly as he feels your wetness coat his tip and his hand on your hip tightens, so does his grip around the base of his dick.
Your hips move back and forth, making his cock slide up and down your soaked folds, eliciting a low moan from Matt. The sound is unlike anything you’ve heard him make, and it sends a jolt of desire straight to your core. He looks down at his lap, watching the filthy scene and feeling his cockhead catch onto your entrance.
He looks back up at you through his lashes, eyelids heavy and making his usually dead eyes look even more so. God, he looks edible. His hair is a mess on his head, but the kind of mess that makes him look hotter. His cheeks are slightly flushed, giving him that boy-ish look, contrasting from how his eyes are looking at you like he wants to devour you. His pupils are blown wide, his pretty blue irises almost nonexistent.
His tongue darts out to wet his lips, half out of habit and half due to how dry his lips have become from it being parted for so long. His gaze is pleading, hand desperate, unspoken words on his tongue. And you finally give him—and yourself—what you’ve both been craving and slowly sink down, his thick head stretching you wide open.
The stretch burns but it’s not painful, more satisfactory than anything. You both let out a low moan when you finally take him all the way, your hips flush against his. His cock is nestled so deep inside you that you can’t help but lift your hips back up ever so slightly to ease the pressure against your cervix.
Fuck, he’s so big.
Both of Matt’s hands are on your hips now, gentle and grounding. He looks down at where you’re connected, in awe at how well you’re taking him, before he looks back up at your face, watching your expressions for any signs of discomfort or pain. One of his hands slides up from your hip to your face, tucking loose strands of hair behind your ear, his thumb grazing your cheek in a way that has your heart beating more than it should for a mere "roommate".
His eyes hold such strong emotions that neither of you are ready to acknowledge. But the way his hand lingers on your face, fingers gentle against your skin, blurs every line and boundaries made when you first became roommates. Every unsaid rule you made inside your head is broken at this moment and you can’t help but wish this wasn’t just you helping him relieve his ache.
But it is more than that isn’t it?
You slowly start to move, riding him, your heart full and empty at the same time. You don’t want to ruin this moment by confessing your feelings—the feelings you haven’t tried to acknowledge until today. So all you do is moan his name and keep bouncing on his cock. You’re whispering his name like a prayer and so softly that it makes Matt’s heart clench, his hands gripping your hips and helping you move on him.
Matt leans up slightly, his lips parted. "Kiss me. Please...?" The plea comes out breathless, rough with pleasure. His cock twitches inside you when you kiss him, one hand on the back of the couch and the other curling in his soft brown curls, tugging gently. He swallows up your moans, hands sliding down to squeeze your ass, giving your supple flesh a few sharp slaps before soothing them by kneading them in his large hands.
"Fuck-" He groans, pulling back from the kiss to look down at your pussy swallowing his thick length, his shaft glistening with your slick. "You’re s’wet right now." He laughs, breathless, ending in a groan. "You’re so perfect, baby—ahh-fuuck! So fucking good." His head falls back against the back of the couch, eyes fluttering shut for a moment as he relishes in the feeling of your tight, warm cunt sliding up and down his cock.
Matt plants his feet firmly on the ground, thigh muscles flexing under you, and he wraps his arms around your waist, pulling your middle flush against himself, as he begins to pound up into you. Your surprised squeaks and moans are like music to his ears, grounding him from the slight burn in his thighs from how quick he’s fucking you.
He buries his face in your breasts, muffling his groans and grunts, as he completely ruins your pussy for anyone else. Your thighs begin to shake involuntarily when he starts to hit somewhere no one has before. The spot he’s hitting sends shocks of pleasure through your entire body, making your moans grow in pitch and volume, your hands scrambling for purchase on his shoulders.
"G-god--! Oh- fuuck--fu-fuck! Matt-ahn! Matt, I can’t-" You moan above him, your stomach burning with an orgasm you’re not sure you can handle. You’re about to climax, and it’s the first time you’re so close to coming this quickly. But Matt doesn’t stop, his hips seem to move even faster, his brows knitting together as he ignores the way his legs and hips protest against his sudden intense movements.
Your senses zero in on the feeling of his cock hitting every sweet spot inside your gummy walls, some thrusts being deep enough to make his tip kiss your cervix. Your vision spots when your orgasm crashes over you in strong, unrelenting waves, each wave making you twitch and shudder on his lap.
And Matt finally slows down, moaning softly at the feeling of your tight little pussy milking his cock greedily. His chest heaves with exertion, sweat beading along his brows, intense eyes looking at your face contort in pleasure. He helps you ride out your high by rolling his hips against your, stirring his cock deep inside you.
After a while, your hips begin to move again, finally having come down from your high. Although you’re still sensitive from your orgasm, you want Matt to come too, and the way his thighs are shaking subtly under you tells you he’s too exhausted to keep moving. Matt’s arms slowly unravel from around your waist, instead putting his hands back on your hips.
He appreciates that you’re moving now. It’s embarrassing but he’s used up all his energy on making you feel good that he can’t really move much now. His hands caress your body as you move on top of him, determined to make him feel as good as he made you feel. And it seems to be working by the way his breath is hitching more and more and his cock swelling and throbbing inside you.
"Fuck- I’m gonna cum if you keep riding me like this." Matt admits hoarsely, moaning softly afterwards. His hips twitch against you when you speed up your movement, bouncing on his cock, your sensitive pussy squeezing and clenching around him perfectly. "Sweetheart- Slow down." He gasps.
He grips your hips tightly, not to guide your movement or to stop you, rather to ground himself from his impending orgasm. His balls draw tight against his body and he knows he’ll come inside you if you don’t slow down anytime soon.
"Fuuuck-- cum—ah—cumming--" He warns one last time before letting go, his hips lifting up from the couch and pushing his cock balls deep inside you as he spills. His warm cum paints your walls white, filling you up to the brim, making you feel all warm inside.
When he finally stills, his cock twitches weakly and begins to soften slightly inside you, he kisses you softly—a gesture of gratitude for giving him so much pleasure. Or maybe it’s something more, something far more meaningful. But neither of you say anything to acknowledge the chemistry and feelings.
A few minutes of sitting still and catching your breaths, Matt chuckles weakly when he pulls back to look at you, his curls messy and sticking to his sweaty forehead. His grin is crooked when he looks up at you, eyes glazed over and looking high on pleasure. "Gotta start exercising or something. ’Cause I don’t think I can stand up without falling. I mean, my legs are literally shaking." He admits sheepishly, making you chuckle softly.
He smiles softly at the sound of your soft laughter, his eyes shining with adoration. His smile never falters as he presses butterfly kisses across your chest. And you stay on top of him, content in the small intimate bubble around you both and unwilling to break it anytime soon.
isa’s rambling ۶ৎ matt posted a tiktok -› i had to write something about his slutty ass who stared at the cam for 11 seconds without doing anything. that’s all :) also i really love the gif i made ’cause it gives off that horror movie or like horror game vibes (?) with the flickering lights and coloring. also, this is barely proofread ’cause it’s too damn long wtf. i was yapping away so i dunno if this is any good 😔
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Your lips crashed into Chris’s, needy and messy, as his hands slid down your back and gripped your hips hard enough to bruise. You were straddling him on the couch, your skirt bunched up around your waist, his jeans rough beneath your bare thighs.
“Fuck,” you whispered against his mouth, grinding down on his leg without even meaning to at first. The solid muscle under his denim pressed exactly where you needed it most, and a shaky moan slipped out before you could stop yourself.
Chris caught it immediately, smirking as his grip on your hips tightened. “You like that, baby? Using my thigh?” His voice was low, teasing, sending a shiver straight through you.
You nodded, breathless, and rolled your hips again, the friction making your clit throb. He flexed his leg beneath you deliberately, giving you more to work with. “Go on then,” he said, lips brushing your ear. “Ride it. Make yourself cumm for me.”
Heat rushed to your cheeks, but the ache between your legs was too much to deny. You rocked harder against him, your panties dragging against the rough denim, soaking through. His hands guided your rhythm, pulling you down every time you lifted, making sure you felt every bit of pressure.
Your moans grew louder, desperate, and Chris tilted his head back just to watch you fall apart on him. “That’s it, sweetheart. Show me how bad you need it.”
The knot in your stomach snapped, pleasure crashing over you as your body shook against his thigh. You clung to his shoulders, gasping his name as you came, hips stuttering through every wave of release.
Chris didn’t let you stop, not right away. He kept your hips moving slow and lazy against him until you whimpered from oversensitivity, finally letting you collapse against his chest.
His lips brushed your temple, voice smug and soft all at once. “Next time, you’re not wasting it on my thigh, you’ll cum on my cock.”
summary: fwb!chris came over for one thing only and you know it. but even though you want more, at least you get him this way. It’s what you both agreed to anyway.
warnings: smut, angst, pnv, pet names, dirty talk, fwb, crying
I know why he’s here the second I hear the knock.
Chris never texts, never warns me ahead of time. He just shows up. And every time, I let him in. Even when I tell myself I shouldn’t.
I open the door and he’s standing there in a black hoodie, jaw tight, eyes sharp like he’s still carrying whatever pissed him off from earlier. He doesn’t smile, doesn’t say hey. Just pushes past me into the apartment with a muttered, “What’s up.”
It’s not a question. It’s an announcement.
I close the door behind him and my chest aches the way it always does when he comes over. because I know what’s going to happen, what we are. No strings. Just sex. That’s the deal we made months ago.
But feelings don’t listen to rules. Mine crept in anyway.
“You good?” I ask, careful.
Chris huffs, drops onto the couch, spreads his legs like he owns the space. He rakes a hand down his face and shakes his head. “Nah. Needed a break.”
A break from everything but this. From everything but me.
And that should make me happy, right? That he chooses to come here. But it doesn’t. Not the way I want it to.
His eyes lift to me and darken. He doesn’t need to say it. I already know.
“we fuckin’ or what?” he mutters, voice low, frustrated.
My stomach flips. God, I hate how my body reacts before my brain does, heat rushing through me just because he looked at me like that, because he said those words. I swallow and nod, because I can’t not.
He leans back, smirking now, like he knew my answer before I gave it. “Come here.”
I move toward him, nerves buzzing. I tell myself to stop thinking. To just enjoy it. That this is better than nothing.
When I’m close enough, he grabs my wrist and pulls me onto his lap, my thighs straddling his. His hoodie smells like cologne and weed, familiar and intoxicating. His mouth finds mine hard, demanding, teeth catching my bottom lip as his hands slide under my shirt.
“Missed this perfect fuckin’ body” he mutters against my lips, fingers squeezing my waist.
I whimper before I can stop myself, grinding down onto him through the fabric of his sweats. He groans, deep and rough, and the sound makes my head spin.
“Fuck, baby” he says, voice raspy. “Already so needy for me, huh?”
“Yeah” I breathe, because lying to Chris has never been something I could pull off.
His hands push my shirt up, and I lift my arms so he can yank it over my head. My bra follows fast, tossed somewhere across the room. He leans back to take me in, hands cupping my tits, thumbs brushing over my nipples until they harden.
“So pretty.” he mutters, eyes heavy lidded. Then his mouth is on me, tongue flicking, sucking, making me arch into him.
I cling to his shoulders, rocking against the hard length I feel under me. Every drag of my clit against him makes my thighs tremble.
“mmph” I moan, head falling back.
“Yeah, baby,” he says against my skin, his breath hot. “Gonna let me fuck you the way you need?”
“Yes—p-please Chris.”
He groans like that’s all he wanted to hear. In a blink, he lifts me off his lap and lays me back on the couch, climbing over me. His hands tug down my leggings, my panties, leaving me bare and open for him.
He curses under his breath. “Always so wet for me.” His fingers slide through my folds, spreading me. My hips buck when he circles my clit slow, teasing.
“Chris” I beg, already breathless.
He smirks, but there’s tension in it, like he needs this as bad as I do. He pushes two fingers inside me, deep, curling them just right. My walls clench and he groans.
“Fuck. grippin me so tight.”
I can’t think. Can’t breathe. My hands grip the couch cushions as his fingers pump into me, his thumb rubbing circles on my clit. The pressure builds fast, too fast.
“Gonna cum for me already?” he teases, kissing my neck, biting gently.
“Yes, yes—don’t stop—”
And I break, legs shaking, a cry ripping from my throat as I cum hard around his fingers. He doesn’t slow, keeps working me until I’m gasping and pushing at his hand. Only then does he pull back, licking his fingers clean with a low groan.
“Taste so fuckin sweet” he mutters, eyes locked on mine.
I shiver. My chest aches, not from the orgasm, but from how much I want this to mean more.
But before I can think too long, he’s shoving his sweats down, freeing his cock. My mouth waters and he’s already lining himself up at my entrance.
“Y’ready for me, baby?” he asks, voice rough.
“Yeah” I whisper, already bracing.
He pushes in slow, stretching me, making me gasp. He curses under his breath, head dropping against mine.
“oh fuckkk”
My nails dig into his back as he bottoms out, filling me completely. The stretch burns but in the best way.
Then he starts to move. Deep, hard thrusts that make the couch creak, that punch moans out of me with every snap of his hips.
“Taking it so good,” he mutters, breathing heavy. “So fuckin’ good for me.”
I can’t stop the sounds spilling from my lips, can’t stop clinging to him like I need him to stay, to never leave.
The room fills with the sound of skin on skin, of our moans and gasps. His dirty words pour over me like gasoline on fire.
“Love this pussy… Fuck, baby, squeezing me so good.”
My orgasm builds again, harder than before, my legs trembling as his thumb finds my clit. He circles it fast, relentless.
I shatter, screaming his name, body convulsing around him as waves of pleasure crash through me. He groans loud, fucking me through it, until his thrusts stutter.
“Fuck—gonna cum—” he growls, pulling out just in time to spill across my stomach.
The room is quiet except for our ragged breaths. My body feels heavy, spent. My heart feels worse.
Chris grabs a throw blanket from the back of the couch and wipes me off gently. It’s such a small, tender act, and it breaks me. My eyes burn, and before I can stop it, a tear slips free.
He notices instantly. His thumb swipes the tear from my cheek. His face softens, just for a second.
“I know, baby m’sorry” he murmurs, voice low, almost regretful. “I just can’t give you what you want.”
The words slice through me sharper than any rejection could. Because I know he’s right. I know what we are. What we both agreed to.
I nod, forcing a weak smile. “Yeah. I know.”
And still, when he leans back against the couch, I curl into his side like I always do. Pretending it’s enough. Pretending I don’t want more.
I nuzzle into him, letting the warmth of his body, the scent of him, the rhythm of his heartbeat calm the ache in my chest. His hand drifts down my back, tracing light, almost absentminded circles, and I let myself linger in it.
He sighs, pulling the blanket tighter around us. “I wish I could, you know?” His voice is low, rough with something I can’t name. “Wish I could give you what you want without hurting you, without ruining everything. I just- I can’t.”
“I know,” I whisper again, voice barely audible. “It’s okay.”
It’s not okay, but I let him believe it. I let myself believe it, just for tonight. And as I lay there, tangled in his arms, I let the heat linger, the memory of his touch, the taste of him, the feel of him inside me.
And for a little while, it’s enough.
At least this way, I still get him.
Even if it’s not the way I want.
soph’s note: hey guys!! i haven’t written in a awhileee and i’ve really been missing it. i found this in my drafts and figured why not just post it. im gonna write for once over the next couple days. why was i lowkey nervous to post this after not posting any fics for so long 😭
. ｡❀ “ I like it when we kiss with a tongue . . “ ̼︵
. matt sturniolo // smut :: toungue kissing, dirty talk, sexual touching, tongue sucking . english is not my first language
The city lights blended into lines outside your apartment window, a muted hum the only occupant to the triumph of your heart. Matt's breath, minty and warm, feathered against your cheek, his mouth a soft pressure against yours.
The cushions of the couch groaned under your shifting weight as his frame pressed in, a rich warmth coming from him. His calloused hands from video game controllers and keyboard buttons, tangled in the hair at your nape, tugging gently, repositioning your head to its best position.
Your lips opened a little, inviting him in. His tongue traced the outline of your lips, a teasing movement that caused goosebumps to rush down your body. You pressed forward to meet him halfway, your tongue exploring the soft center of his mouth, tasting the lingering sweetness of the soda he'd drunk previously. A gruff moan hummed in his chest, a vibration that resonated through your own.
"God, you're good," he breathed, pulling back just an inch, his blue pools of eyes locked on yours. A slow, contented smile played on his lips. You leaned toward him again, unable to resist the tug of him. Your tongue flashed out, tracing the moist line of his lower lip, then delved inside, meeting his. It was a slow, sensual dance, a knot of flesh that left you panting.
You loved the feel of his tongue against yours, the soft stroke, the repetition of a much more intimate dance. "I love it so much when we do this," you purred against his mouth. His eyes widened a bit, a question in them.
"This. The tongue." You demonstrated, drawing his tongue into your mouth with a gentle suck, then letting your own tongue move slowly about it, a measured seduction. His eyes flickered shut for a moment, a shiver shaking his body.
"Yeah?" He drew breath in, his voice husky, roughened. His fingers tightened around your hair, not painful, but possessive.
"You liked that, didn’t you?" You nodded, a barely audible sound escaping your throat as he pushed his tongue deeper, mirroring your earlier movement with increased desperation.
Your tongues clashed, twisted, a sloppy, wet duo of desire. You felt the tender pull of his stubble on your chin, the smoothness of his jaw under your hand. Your fingers fumbled at the bottom of his t-shirt, eager to touch more of him. He recoiled, but not far, his forehead against yours, his breathing harsh, raspy.
"Tell me more," he urged, his tone low, a sensual rasp.
"Tell me what you like."
"Your tongue," you said again, the words louder this time, a shiver spreading through you at the honest confession. You liked to watch him do it, his eyes folding in, a flush appearing on his neck.
"I enjoy the feeling. The way it just.. wraps around mine." Again, you demonstrated to me, a rapid, darting motion, followed by a slow, deep penetration.
"It gets me so wet." His eyes popped open, a black intensity burned within them.
"Does it now?" he breathed, his voice a low growl that seemed to reach your bones. He shifted, his hand tracing from your hair down your neck, and then along your shoulder, his fingers pushing the fabric of your shirt away. His mouth touched the sensitive skin of your neck, a trail of fire behind him. A soft groan escaped you as he sucked delicately, teeth rasping against your skin.
"Yeah," you breathed, leaning into his touch, your fingers clawing at the softness of his shirt.
"So wet." His tongue, still twisted with you, eased out, tracing the dip of your throat, and shivers ran through every part of you.
"Good," he growled, his voice low and possessive.
"That's what I want to hear." He pulled back, his gaze running over your rosy face, before his mouth came crashing back down on yours in a demanding kiss. His tongue plunged with a deep, rhythmic thrust, mirroring the unspoken desire that throbbed between you. It was not a kiss, it was a promise, a beginning to the long, beautiful night ahead.
˖ ❜୧ 𝓘'𝐌 𝓢𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝓜𝐀𝐓𝐓 PAIRING :: subby!matt ⅋⅋ fem!reader ⸻ㅤ ᧙ smut ⸝⸝ ⋆ ࣪ 𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐃 .ᐣ light bondage dom / sub dynamics overstimulation p in v
Matt’s wrists are bound to the headboard, the soft rope pressing faintly into his skin with every small movement. The silky black blindfold hides his wide eyes and in the hush of the room, you can feel the way he’s trying to listen for you—every shallow breath, every soft rustle of fabric. You’d told him not to make a sound. Not when you leaned over him, not when you let your fingers drift down his chest, tracing the rhythm of his heartbeat through his shirt. Not even when the cool edge of your necklace brushed the hem of his sweats, making him flinch from the temperature difference.
He can’t see anything, but he can sense you hovering just above him, your presence electric. You whisper something soft near his ear—words that aren’t quite instructions, more like a promise. His shoulders tense, his fingers twitch against the rope, and you can tell the anticipation is almost unbearable.
You shift your weight, the bed creaking under you and his whole body stiffens in response. The air between you feels charged, heavy with all the things he doesn’t know—what you’ll do next, where you’ll touch, if you’ll touch at all. The blindfold turns every breath, every brush of your fingers, into something heightened and consuming.
When you finally let your hand rest over his heart, he exhales sharply, the sound breaking the stillness. You smile, close enough for him to feel it. The not-knowing drives him mad—but he wouldn’t trade the feeling for anything. ❝Not a sound, Matthew.❞
His hips buck upward instinctively, seeking friction against the damp heat of your pussy hovering just above him, but you pull back with a giggle, your fingers now toying with the elastic waistband of his boxers. You free his huge length and let it spring into existence, veined and pulsing. The sight of it—so rigid, the head already beaded with precum—causes your mouth to water and thighs to rub together, your free hand wrapping around its girth, stroking slowly from base to tip with a firm, twisting grip that makes his thighs tense and quiver, every vein under your palm a map of his unravelling control.
The room's air thickens with the scent of arousal, shadows twisting like lovers in the corners as you shift your weight, grinding your soaked folds against his bare cock in teasing glides that coat him in your slickness, the friction sending sparks of pleasure radiating from your clit, your breaths mingling in hot bursts.
You rise slightly, positioning yourself with deliberate care, your hands bracing on his chest for leverage, nails digging crescents into his pecs as you lower inch by torturous inch onto him, enveloping his hardness in the tight, welcoming clench of your walls, ❝nghhh—fuck! Slow down❞ The stretch is exquisite and overwhelming, drawing a low, bitten-off groan from deep in his throat that you silence with a sloppy kiss, tongue invading his mouth to claim every muffled sound.
Rocking your hips in a slow, grinding rhythm, you build the pace, feeling him throb inside you, your inner muscles fluttering around him as waves of ecstasy build, every thrust upward met by your downward force creating a symphony of slaps and gasps. ❝I fucking love you,❞ Matt pants. Your orgasam crashes over you first in shuddering pulses that milk him relentlessly until he follows with a choked cry, spilling hot and deep within you, bodies entwined in the afterglow's haze, the blindfold still veiling his world in delicious darkness.
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the gray afternoon light was fading, but you hadn’t bothered to turn on any lamps. the only illumination in the living room came from the tv, which was playing some show neither of you were watching. you were on the floor, kneeling between matt’s legs as he sat on the couch, your head in his lap.
his fingers were tangled in your hair, a gentle but firm grip, as you took him into your mouth. he tasted clean and musky, a taste that was just matt, and you hummed in contentment, the vibration running through him and making him groan. you loved this, the lazy intimacy of it, the complete control you had in these moments.
you picked up the pace, your head bobbing in a steady rhythm. his hips began to move, a slow, unconscious bucking motion against your mouth. his groans became louder, less restrained, filling the quiet space between you.
“fuck, baby,” he panted, his head falling back against the couch cushions. “just like that.”
you took him as deep as you could, your throat protesting slightly, and you felt his whole body tense. his grip on your hair tightened, and his hips stuttered, a clear sign that he was getting close. but you weren’t ready for it to be over yet. you wanted more.
you pulled back, leaving him slick and wanting. he let out a frustrated whine, his eyes snapping open. they were hazy with pleasure, his pupils blown wide.
“what’re you doin’?” he asked, his voice hoarse.
“i want to be on top,” you said, your voice equally breathless.
a feral grin spread across his face. “oh fuck, yeah.”
he helped you up, his hands on your waist as you climbed onto the couch, straddling his lap. you kicked off your sweatpants, the cool air of the apartment a shock against your hot skin. his hands roamed your body, his palms warm against your back, your sides, your ass, as you settled onto him.
you guided him to your entrance, his blunt tip pressing against your wet folds. you lowered yourself down onto him slowly, excruciatingly slowly, a shared gasp leaving both your lips as you took him inside you. he was so thick, filling you so completely it was almost overwhelming. you both stayed still for a moment, just breathing, letting your bodies adjust to the feeling of being joined.
then, you started to move.
you started with a slow, lazy bounce, a gentle rocking of your hips that made the old couch springs groan in protest. his hands were on your hips, his thumbs pressing into the soft skin there, guiding your movements. his eyes were locked on yours, and you could see every flicker of pleasure, every hitch of his breath.
the pace quickened, your slow bounces turning into more energetic, deliberate thrusts. you rode him with a steady, confident rhythm, your head thrown back, your hair fanning out behind you. all you could hear was the wet, slapping sound of your bodies meeting, your own soft moans, and his low, ragged grunts.
“god, you feel s’ good,” he breathed, his head falling back against the cushions. “so fuckin’ tight.”
you leaned forward, bracing your hands on his chest, your faces just inches apart. “you like this, baby?” you panted, your hips not slowing their relentless pace. “like seeing me on top?”
“love it,” he growled, his hands sliding from your hips up your stomach. “love watching you take what you want.”
the pleasure was building, a tight, coiling knot deep in your belly. you could feel the tell-tale signs of your orgasm approaching, your muscles clenching around him. he must have felt it too, because his expression shifted, becoming more intense, more focused.
his hand continued its journey upward, his palm sliding over your chest, up your neck. his fingers wrapped gently around your throat, his thumb finding the delicate, hollow space at the base. you froze for a second, your hips stuttering.
his eyes were locked on yours, a silent question. you gave a barely perceptible nod.
he squeezed.
it wasn’t hard, not painful. it was just… pressure. a firm, possessive pressure that made your vision swim and your breath catch in your lungs. a jolt of pure, unadulterated electricity shot straight from your throat to your core.
you let out a choked gasp, your hips picking up their frantic pace again. he squeezed again, a little harder this time, just as you felt the first wave of your orgasm begin to crest. the combination was too much. the world narrowed to two points of intense, overwhelming sensation: the feeling of him buried deep inside you, and the pressure of his thumb on your throat.
your orgasm ripped through you, a violent, screaming thing that made your body convulse uncontrollably. you cried out, the sound muffled by the pressure on your throat, as you were consumed by wave after wave of pure, shattering pleasure.
your release was all it took to push him over the edge. with a final, desperate thrust that buried him to the hilt, he roared, his own body going rigid as he poured his release into you.
you collapsed onto his chest, a boneless, trembling heap. his hand immediately loosened, his thumb now just stroking softly over your racing pulse. you were both panting, your bodies slick with sweat, the only sound in the room your ragged, synchronized breaths. he pressed a soft, lingering kiss to your sweaty temple, his arms wrapped tightly around you.
Chris knew it was late when he pulled you into his lap. He knew you were tired when he helped you straddle his thigh. He knew you were probably half asleep when he slowly guided your hips to grind against his leg, but did he actually care? No.. of course not.
"C–chris... fuck.." You lay your head on his chest and let him continue to move your hips for you. You're so tired, but god, does it feel good. "Yeah? 'S good hm?" He mumbles the words against the top of your head. You just nod in reply, afraid if you try to say yes, your voice will fail you. "Words, sweetheart.." he grips your hips a little tighter and moves them just a bit faster, definitely on purpose to hear you stumble over your words like he knows you will.
"G-good, it's good... so good..." he moves one of his hands away from your hip and puts it gently on the back of your head. "Slow... slower, chris." You mumble quietly. Even though faster would get you off quicker, you're just too tired for that, even if he's doing most of the work. "... why? Cause you're tired?" He slows down anyways, his hand that was on your head moving back to your hip. "Mhm.." he can tell by your voice you're half asleep, and yet, you're letting him do this.
"You know what..." he mumbles before turning you around so you're sitting on his lap with your back against his chest. "What are you doing..?" He shushes you as he pulls down your shorts and then your underwear, he pushes your legs apart with his knees and hooks them over his own legs to keep them there. "Chrissss..." his fingers dip between your thighs when you whine. "Hush baby." His fingers quickly find your clit and rub slow circles, your hips twitch up towards his hand despite you being half asleep.
"that's it sweetheart.." his fingers slide lower and your already so wet he easily stuffs two fingers in your cunt. "Oh, chris..." Your voice is a quiet whimper that he barely hears. "Yeah?" He curls his fingers up to stroke your g-spot slowly. "Fuck... chris– please!" You grab his wrist, just to make sure he wont pull his hand away. "Gonna make you cum... then you can sleep, mkay?" His other arm wraps around your torso to hold you against him while his fingers pump inside you quicker.
"O–ok.. yeah.. fuck.." your nails curl into the sheets beside you when he continues moving his fingers faster. Lord is he good with his hands. His thumb presses to your clit and rubs messy circles while continuing to stroke that spongy spot inside you that makes your eyes roll back. "C–chris.. close... close... gonna cum..." you squeeze your eyes shut and let your mouth fall open, your moans bouncing off the walls.
"Aww.. already? Poor baby.." he purrs against your ear. He stuffs his fingers impossibly deeper and you tumble quickly over the edge. Pleasure washes over you in waves, your thighs squeeze pathetically around his wrist, desperate whimpers leaving your lips as he fucks you through it. "Thats it... good girl.." his hand that isn't still between your thighs moves to your stomach to feel your muscles tightening. Eventually, when you go limp, he pulls his fingers out of your drenched pussy and brings them to your mouth "lick sweetheart" you nod slightly before wrapping your lips around his fingers, tasting yourself on them.
After you clean your own juices from his fingers he wipes your spit off on his jeans and helps you climb off his lap. He walks to your dresser and grabs a washcloth before coming back over and gently cleaning you up. After your mostly clean he puts your underwear back on, and lays down next to you. He pulls the blanket up over the both of you and tugs you towards him. "You ok baby?" He brushes a strand of hair out of your face and you nod. "Mhm..." your eyes are already shut and your already falling asleep quickly "I love you.." he whispers the words and presses a gentle kiss to your forehead "love you too.." speaking feels like a chore because of how tired you are but you do anyways. He kisses your forehead again before letting his own eyes flutter closed.
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