MR WRINKLETON

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۶ৎ mel. huge matt girl. minor. maroon. streetwear. music fein. baggy jeans. silver jewelry. vanilla scents. french tip nails. large tshirts. pinterest enthusiast. brunette. lip liner. billie eilish. lip gloss. cats. fanfiction. girl blogging. hit me hard and soft. sturniolo triplets. occasional bot maker. and occasional editor.

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BIRTHDAY CAKE | NATESBSF!MATT

pairing . . . natesbsf!matt x nateslittlesister!reader

in which . . . your 18th birthday is coming up. and matt is in charge of bringing your birthday cake.

warm was a good way to describe the day of june 14th. it was filled with nothing but the rays of the sun and it reminded matt of nothing more than your sunshine blonde hair.

matt kept one hand on the wheel, the other on your birthday cake that was currently occupying the passenger seat. it was a purple frosted cake with happy 18th birthday written in cursive. and little edible flowers decorated the top.

nate sent matt on the mission of picking up the cake, he was too busy decorating the kitchen for when you came home. a surprise party waiting for you.

about ten minutes later matt pulled into the driveway, hoping he wasn’t late. he opened the door to find some of your friends, his brothers, and nate setting up the last of the decorations.

“hey, matt! bring the cake over here.” nate yelled, motioning for matt to bring the cake onto the table.

matt set the cake down on the table, and then walking over to the couch waiting for you to get home.

not even fifteen minutes later and you came through the door, all done with your bags from shopping. once you came into line of sight with everyone else, a string of surprises happy birthdays left their lips.

you immediately went to nate, giving him a big hug. “oh my god, are you serious?” you said, so suprised and almost about to cry from how sweet the entire thing was.

a little bit passed, close friends were mingling around with you and catching up. meanwhile matt just sat on nate’s couch awkwardly. he was confused on when to tell you happy birthday. now? your birthday wasn’t until tomorrow.

he hated how nervous you made him. he couldn’t even keep a straight conversation with you without fumbling over his words and mixing things up.

not too long into matt’s overthinking you made your way into the living room, already bored of all the conversation with other friends.

“hey,” you said, sitting down on the couch. you wore a cute plain white baby tee and some baggier jeans that fit perfectly around your waist.

matt was a little off guard by your sudden words spoken towards him. there was only about a foot of space between the two of you but matt felt like you were right on top of him.

he pushed a hand through his hair, trying to get it out of his face, “hey, how’s the little party going?” he asked, trying to maintain some sort of eye contact.

“it’s good. just uh, not easy talking to people. even people i’ve known for a while.” you explained, and you almost surprised yourself. probably the longest sentence you’ve spoken to matt without stuttering over every syllable.

matt let out a slight chuckle at your words, knowing exactly how you felt. of course he was about three years older and nineteen years of age, he still struggled with a bit of anxiety.

he let out a huff of air before speaking again, “yeah, i know how that feels.” he nods, taking in everything about your appearance. it’s like the sun lives inside of you. and matt usually hates summer.

there’s a bit of an awkward air between the two of you now. and matt’s unsure if he should say what he’s been thinking for the past, i don’t know, however long it’s been since he’s properly met you.

he takes the chance before it’s too late, “hey, uh, by the way, you look really pretty today.” he mumbled. but the compliment was still heard loud enough for you to hear.

you giggled at matt’s words, trying not to absolutely explode in front of him. “thanks, matt.” you said, before nate called your name from the kitchen. probably to start saying goodbyes to everyone.

with a sigh matt watched as you walked away and disappeared into the kitchen, giving him a small awkward goodbye wave like the last time the two of you said goodbye.

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authors note : hi i think this is horrible LOL anyway. i think readers official birthday is gonna be june 15th, as this takes place june 14th and yadada all that shit. also, should i make nateslittlesister!readers nickname like sunshine or something? ooooh idk lmk 😉

FREAK | MATT STURNIOLO

in which . . . you and matt just took instagram pictures for his page, and you just couldn’t resist him on the drive home.

the windows of the car were fogged up. the ruthless pace of matt’s cock driving into you almost tipped the car over. lewd moans and curses left from a string attached to your tongue. your back was stuck to the backseat, arched up just enough so matt could push himself into you better.

after taking instagram photos of matt, you just couldn’t resist him. you made him pull the car into an empty parking lot, begging him for his cock.

matt’s hand gripped at the headrest, trying to gain some support. you whimpered into his ear, scratching at his back. “oh- fuck matt, m’ close.” you moaned, trying to move yourself onto his length for more friction.

the green shirt matt was wearing was cropped just enough so it wouldn’t come between the two of you. his fingers pulled at the thin fabric of your panties, already drenched.

matt’s pace only quickened, sending you straight over the edge. skin against skin and your whiny breathy moans were the only sounds filling the vehicle. “c’mon princess, i know you got it in ya,” matt leaned in close enough just to whisper these words into your ear. “must be so fuckin’ full, hm?”

just a few more ruthless thrusts later, only a few more whines and you were creaming all over his cock. matt following just a minute later all over your tummy.

matt leant down to your neck to press kisses into your skin, leading all the way up to your forehead. “just couldn’t wait, huh?” he asked, a breathy laugh leaving his lips as the sound of your giggling filled the backseat.

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authors note : doja cat will always have me in a chokehold ❤️