𝐏𝐔𝐏𝐏𝐘 ⸝⸝ 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐨

Matt wants to prove his older girlfriend that he can fuck her well…

content warning: nsfw content. being called puppy. reader is older than matt (not weird or illegal ew). mdni.

Matt shifted on the sofa, his fingers nervously picking on his jeans. he kept glancing at you, then looking away, a faint flush creeping up his neck. you leaned back, crossing your legs, a slow, teasing smirk playing on your lips. "what’s on your mind, Matty?"

"nothing. just thinking."

"about how you've been acting all night? you’re practically vibrating with tension." Matt groaned at this, burying his face in his hands.

"stop it. you don't have to keep bringing it up."

"bring what up? the age gap? it's only a few years, puppy."

he froze at the nickname, his shoulders tensing. he peered through his fingers, his blue eyes clouded with a mixture of frustration and longing. "don't call me that. i'm not a puppy."

"you kind of are. so eager to please, always blushing. it's adorable."

Matt sat up abruptly, the shyness that usually clung to him like a second skin seemed to tear, "you think i'm just some cute kid you can tease, don't you?"

"i never said that.", you push

"you didn't have to. it’s in the way you talk to me. like i'm inexperienced. like i don't know how to handle you." you arched an eyebrow, a challenge flickering in your gaze. "and do you? know how to handle me?"

Matt didn't answer with words. he lunged forward, grabbing your waist and hauling you across the sofa until you were pinned beneath him. the air left your lungs in a sharp gasp. his weight was solid, surprising, and the look in his eyes had shifted from hesitation to desperate.

"i’m going to show you exactly how much i know," he whispered, his breath against your ear.

"is that so?"

"yes. i’m tired of being the 'younger' one in this room. i want you to forget how old i am. i want you to only feel how big i am inside you."

he crashed his lips against yours, his tongue pushed past your lips, demanding entry, swirling against yours. you moaned into his mouth, the sound muffled by the exchange of saliva. he sucked on your tongue, a wet, slurping sound filling the silence between your breaths.

"you’re shaking," he murmured, breaking the kiss just an inch.

he slid his hand down, gripping your thigh and shoving it upward, exposing you. he didn't hesitate, his hand diving under your clothes, fingers finding the drenched fabric of your panties. he groaned, a sound of approval, "look at this. you’re soaking for me."

"shut up and just... please."

"please what? say it. tell me what you want, "puppy." you gasped at that, the reversal of the nickname sending a jolt of heat straight to your core. "i want you inside me. now."

Matt chuckled a confident sound. he stripped you with frantic efficiency. when you were bare, he stepped back for a moment, his own clothes disappearing quickly. his cock sprang free, thick and pulsing.

he pushed you onto your back, spreading your legs wide. he knelt between them, his gaze locked on your pussy. he leaned down, his tongue darting out to taste the sweetness leaking from your folds. he licked you with slow strokes, his tongue swirling around your clit, sending sparks through your nerves. "Matt... oh god, Matt..."

"do you like it when i use my tongue? do you like how i’m tasting you?"

"yes, please, more."

he buried his face in you, his nose brushing against your skin, the scent of you driving him wild. he began to suck your clit, a pulling motion that had you arching your back, your fingers digging into the sofa. you could hear the wet sounds of his mouth working over your sensitive flesh, the sound of spit mixing with your own juices.

he looked up, a string of drool connecting his lip to your pussy. "you taste so good. i could stay down here all night, just eating you."

"i can't... i can't take any more. please, need you."

Matt grinned while his fingers slid into your hole to prep you, stretching you open. he pushed two fingers in, then three, feeling the walls of your pussy clench around him. "you’re so tight. you’re gripping me like you're afraid i’ll leave."

he positioned the head of his cock against your entrance, teasing the opening, rubbing the pre-cum across your lips. he waited, letting the tension build until you were practically begging. "tell me i’m not a kid. tell me who's in charge here."

"you... you are. you’re in charge."

he slammed into you in one fluid motion. the air left your lungs in a choked scream as he filled you completely, his cock stretching your walls to their limit. you felt your cervix hit, a deep, blunt pressure that made your eyes roll back in your head.

"fuckkk, you're so warm," he groaned, his voice cracking. "you feel incredible."

he began to move, his thrusts heavy and rhythmic. each time he pushed in, the sound of his cock sliding in and out of your wet hole was deafening. "does it feel too big? do you want me to slow down?" he mocked,

"don't you dare slow down" you moan, "that’s my girl." he smirked as he reached down, his thumb finding your clit and rubbing it hard in sync with his thrusts.

you felt the peak rising, a wave of sensation, but just as you reached your high, he pulled out. he stood up, leaving you gaping and aching, your pussy twitching around empty air. "w-wait... what are you doing?"

"you’re too close," he whispered, "i want you to ache for it. i want you to beg me to finish you."

"Matt, please... i can't... it hurts..."

"it’s supposed to hurt a little. it’s supposed to make you crave me."

he leaned over you, not entering, but simply rubbing his hard length against your entrance, coating you in more spit and pre-cum. he watched your face, watching your eyes roll as you struggled to maintain control. "please, Matt. fuck me. i’ll do anything. just please."

"anything?", "yes. anything."

"then tell me how much you need this little puppy to fuck you."

"i need you... i need you to fuck me so hard i can't walk. please, Matt, please!"

he didn't make you wait any longer. he flipped you over, pushing you onto your hands and knees. he gripped your hips, his fingers bruising your skin, and drove himself into your hole from behind. the angle was even deeper, hitting your sweet spot with every brutal thrust. "ah! Mmmph!"

"theeere we go," he groaned, "you like it like this, don't you? being taken like this?" you couldn’t even talk from the way he fucked you, all you could do was moan, he reached around, his hand finding your breast, squeezing hard as he drove deeper. "you’re so fucking wet, puppy. look at how much you're leaking for me."

"i can't... i’m going to... ungh!" he felt your internal muscles begin to spasm. he didn't let up; instead, he increased the intensity, his thrusts becoming short, sharp, and fast. "cum for me, do it", your orgasm hit like a physical blow, your vision white-out as your pussy clamped down on him. you cried out, your voice breaking, as the pleasure tore through you.

he didn't let you recover. he leaned forward, his chest pressing against your back, his teeth grazing your shoulder. he felt his own climax building, a pressure that was becoming unbearable.

he gave a few more massive, lunging thrusts, burying himself as deep as humanly possible. he let out a long moan as he came, his cock pulsing inside you as he emptied himself. you felt his cum filling your hole, a sensation so intense it felt like it was melting you from the inside out.

as he pulled out, he looked down at the mess of cum and spit coating your thighs with a satisfied smirk on his face.

ella’s notes: i’m so sorry this took so long to post… i struggled with this one ngl, i hate it lmao

𝐖𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐃 ⸝⸝ 𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐨 blurb

… where chris is hungry and you’re the only thing he wants to eat

content warning: nsfw content. oral (f receiving). dirty talk.

"you look like you're starving, Chris," you say.

"i am," he rasps, his throat clicking as he swallows. "i’ve been thinking about this since the second you walked through the door. please."

"please what?"

"please let me have you. please let me taste you."

you reach down, your fingers hooking into the waistband of your panties. you slide them down slowly, an inch at a time, watching his pupils dilate until the iris is nearly gone. you step out of the fabric and toss it onto the floor, leaving yourself completely exposed to his gaze.

"you’re a goddess," Chris whispers, his voice trembling. "a fucking goddess. i can't even breathe looking at you."

"then stop breathing for a second," you command. "get your head in position."

he shifts so eagerly he reminds you of a puppy. he slides down the mattress until his head rests exactly where you want it, his neck strained, his mouth already slightly open. you hover over him, the heat radiating from his skin meeting the cool air between your thighs. you can see the pulse jumping in his neck.

"are you ready for me?" you ask, your voice a whisper.

"yes. god, yes. put your weight on me. smother me with it. i want to feel every bit of you." he near whimpers,

you lower yourself slowly. you don't drop all the way; you tease him, grinding your clit against his mouth in a slow, circular motion. Chris lets out a muffled groan, his hands flying up to grip your hips, his fingers digging into your flesh to pull you closer.

"you’re so wet," he mumbles against your skin, his voice vibrating through your entire pelvis. "you smell like heaven. i can't believe you're actually here."

"do you like how i feel, Chris?"

"i fucking love it. you’re perfect. everything about you fucking perfect."

you shift your weight, finally dropping fully. you sit heavy on his face, your pussy sealing his mouth and nose completely. you feel the sudden, sharp intake of air through his nose, a desperate gasp for oxygen that only makes him more frantic.

"mmph!" he grunts, the sound vibrating upward into your clit.

"shh," you murmur, leaning back to balance yourself on your heels. "just take it. consume me."

Chris responds by diving in and lashes out to find your clit. he begins to lap at you, long, sweeping strokes that move from the base of your opening up to the peak of your clit. the sound of it fills the quiet room—wet slaps of tongue against sensitive skin, the squelching of your juices on his lips.

"oh, fuck," you moan, your head tossing back. "right there. don’t stop."

he pulls back for a fraction of a second, just enough to gasp for air.

"you taste so sweet," he pants, his voice thick with lust. "i could stay here forever. i want to drink every drop of you. you’re a goddess, baby."

"then prove it," you challenge, pressing yourself back down, harder this time. "eat me like you're dying for it."

he doesn't hesitate. he buries his face deeper, his tongue swirling around your clit in a dizzying blur of motion. he begins to suck, creating a vacuum that pulls your flesh into his mouth. the feeling is electric, a sharp, pulsing heat that radiates from your core down to your toes. your can feel his nose pressing into you, the warmth of his breath huffing against your skin.

"yes! just like that!" you cry out, your fingers tangling in his hair, pulling his head tighter against you.

"i’ve got you," he mumbles, his words distorted by the wetness of your pussy. "i’ve got you, baby. i’ll make you cum so hard you forget your own name."

the pace fastens. Chris becomes feral, his tongue flicking rapidly, his lips tight around you. the sounds are loud now—the wet, slapping noise of your thighs hitting his cheeks, the air being pushed out of his nostrils in ragged bursts. you feel the build-up, a tightening tension in your lower belly that is about to snap.

"Chris, i’m close," you gasp, your hips starting to buck instinctively. "i’m so fucking close."

"cum on my tounge," he urges, his voice muffled beneath you. "give it all to me. flood my mouth."

you let out a jagged moan as the orgasm hits. your internal muscles clamp down hard, pulsing in waves that send jolts of electricity through your spine. you grind yourself into his face, your clit vibrating against his tongue. you feel him swallow, his throat working as he drinks your release.

you remain draped over him, your breathing heavy. you feel his tongue give one last slow lick, cleaning you.

"wow," Chris breathes, finally sliding his head out from under you. he looks up, his face flushed, his lips glistening with your fluids. he looks completely wrecked.

ella’s notes: this a request tysm! ugh need him to eat me out next