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matt sturniolo x reader | fluff | based off this request

You'd been to the Sturniolo house enough times that you knew the doorbell made a slightly different sound than the normal ones. lower, a little longer. And you knew Nick usually took exactly forty-five seconds to answer it because he was always on the other side of the house doing something.

So when the door swung open after maybe ten seconds, you were already mid-text and completely unprepared.

"Oh," you said.

The guy standing in the doorway was definitely not Nick.

He was taller than you'd expected, dark hoodie, hair slightly messy in a way that looked accidental but wasn't, and he was looking at you with this expression you couldn't quite place, somewhere between surprised and something you couldn't determine.

"Hey," he said.

"Hi." You lowered your phone. "You're not Nick."

"No." The corner of his mouth pulled up. "I'm Matt."

You knew that, actually, Nick had mentioned his brothers approximately a thousand times. You'd just never met them in person, which felt suddenly like a significant oversight.

"I'm—"

"I know who you are," he said. "Nick talks about you."

You blinked. "Uhh... good things?? I hope? "

"Mostly." His eyes were doing something you couldn't quite read: warm, a little amused, moving over your face like he was taking inventory. "He said you were funny."

"Mostly funny? Or actually funny?"

"Guess I'll find out." He stepped back, pulling the door open wider. "You can come in. He's somewhere, probably his room."

You stepped inside, and he closed the door behind you, and for a few seconds, you just stood in the entryway with nowhere in particular to be.

"So," you said.

"So," he said back.

"Do you always answer the door?"

"Only when I'm closest to it."

"Very efficient."

"I try." He leaned against the wall, arms crossing loosely, and there was something about the way he held himself that made your brain go slightly offline. "Nick said you were coming over."

"Is that why you answered the door?"

Something flickered across his face. "I was just closest."

"You said that already."

"Because it's true."

You smiled despite yourself. "Sure."

He opened his mouth to say something. You genuinely wanted to know what, and then footsteps came thundering down the hallway, and Nick appeared, hair chaotic, socks sliding on the hardwood.

"You're here!" He pointed at you like you'd done something impressive by showing up. "I literally just texted you."

"I'm standing right here, Nick."

"I know, I just—" He grabbed your wrist and started pulling you toward the hallway, then stopped, looking between you and Matt. "Were you two—"

"She rang the doorbell," Matt said. "I answered it."

"Right." Nick looked at Matt for half a second too long. "Cool. Come on, I have to show you something."

You let yourself get pulled away, glancing back once. Matt was still leaning against the wall. Still watching.

You turned back around before you could do something stupid like smile about it.

The something Nick had to show you turned out to be a seventeen-minute video essay about a topic you'd never heard of, which you sat through genuinely because Nick's enthusiasm was infectious and also because you were a good friend.

By the time it was over you were hungry, which you announced, and Nick pointed toward the kitchen.

The kitchen was at the other end of the house.

You navigated there alone, opened the fridge, stared into it for a while the way you do when you're not sure what you want but you're hoping something will volunteer itself.

"There's leftover pasta on the second shelf."

You startled, hand flying to your chest. Matt was sitting at the kitchen island with a sketchbook open in front of him, pen in hand, like he'd been there the whole time.

"You have to stop doing that," you said.

"Doing what?"

"Popping up out of nowhere."

He considered that. "That's hard to avoid. I live here."

"Fair point." You found the pasta, grabbed a fork, and leaned against the counter. He went back to his sketchbook. You watched him for a second without meaning to. The way his pen moved, focused and easy, was hard not to watch. "What are you drawing?"

"Nothing yet."

"The page is right there."

"It's thinking," he said, and glanced up. "What?"

"Nothing." You looked down at your pasta. "I didn't say anything."

"You had a face."

"I have a face, yes. It came with the rest of me."

His laugh was quiet, a little surprised, like it had gotten out before he caught it. You felt unreasonably pleased about that.

"Nick said you were funny," he said again.

"You mentioned."

"I'm starting to think mostly funny was an understatement."

You pointed your fork at him. "Don't tell him that. His head's already a problem."

"It really is." He set his pen down, turning slightly on the stool to face you more fully, and the kitchen felt smaller than it had thirty seconds ago. "How long have you known him?"

"Since we were like fifteen. We had the same terrible taste in music and it bonded us."

"What kind of music?"

"The kind you grow out of."

"That's not an answer."

"I know." You smiled. He shook his head, the corner of his mouth pulling up again, and you were starting to catalogue that expression. The almost-smile, the one that meant you'd said something he hadn't expected.

You were also starting to notice you were trying to make it happen, which was information you weren't sure what to do with.

"You're not what I expected," he said.

"What did you expect?"

He thought about it. "Someone louder, maybe. Nick described you in a very big way."

"I can be loud. I'm just comfortable."

"Yeah," he said, quieter. "I can tell."

You weren't entirely sure what to do with that either.

The fridge hummed. From somewhere down the hall, Nick's voice floated out, talking to himself or on the phone, impossible to tell.

"I should probably—" you started.

"Yeah," he said, like he'd been expecting it.

You pushed off the counter. Made it about three steps toward the door.

"Hey." His voice low. You turned. He had his pen in his hand again, eyes on the sketchbook, but there was something deliberate about the way he wasn't looking at you. "If Nick makes you watch another video essay, you're allowed to just leave."

You laughed, genuine and quiet. "Noted."

"I'll be here," he said. Still not looking up. "If you need somewhere to be instead."

You stood in the doorway for just a beat longer than necessary.

"Maybe I'll take you up on that," you said.

He looked up then. That almost-smile again, except this time it was a little more than almost.

You turned before he could see yours.

You did go back, obviously.

Forty minutes later, under the very thin pretense of needing more water, you slid back onto the kitchen island stool and said "okay, explain what you're drawing" and he did, then somehow an hour passed, and then Nick found you both and made a face you'd be thinking about for days, and it was late and you had to actually sleep because that was supposedly why you'd come over.

Matt walked you to the hallway, unnecessary given that you knew where the hallway was.

"I'll see you around," you said.

"Yeah," he said. "You will."

You went to sleep that night on Nick's couch, staring at the ceiling, thinking about the way he'd said you would... not maybe or probably, just certain, like it was already decided.

Down the hall, Matt lay awake doing the same thing, sketchbook open beside him, the page that had been empty all evening finally not.

He'd drawn a girl leaning against a kitchen counter, fork in hand, laughing at something. He'd gotten it right on the first try.

wrong door. right person. Nick was going to be so annoying about this.

Word count: 2.4K

Summary: while you are away on a vacation staying in a cabin with your brother and his friend Matt, you can't help but feel yourself needy for attention at the way Matt's lingering glances rile you up. When you try to pleasure yourself, and you can't quite do it, you make your way to Matt's room in the middle of the night, asking for a little help...

~Need A Little Help~

You had never felt this pent up in your life.

Yet again, no man had ever made you feel this way, not the way Matt did.

And this trip, the close proximity of you two, the lingering glances Matt sent your way... it was all too consuming.

You like to think you’d always been pretty good at staying away from Matt. Hiding in your room while he was over at your house hanging out with your brother, keeping to yourself when you’d finally come out to get something.

But Matt's attention had always found its way to you the second you walked into a room— it was as if you were the only damn thing there.

And the second you would notice his gaze on you, you’d scamper away back to your room, just like a deer did when a human caught sight of it.

But, after your brother Max, your mom, and your dad, forced you to go with him on a trip to a cabin in the woods with Matt, you had no other option but to be around him every single minute of every day.

It had only been the second night of the trip and you were aching for Matt's touch.

More than you ever had before.

And there had been many times before.

You hadn't really realized what it was that you were feeling. Just a dull ache that sat between your thighs.

But nothing compared to this, the way your body reacted to Matt's long lasting gazes at you from across the cabin, his eyes wandering, but not enough for anyone to question anything.

Now although you’d had a full eighteen years of life on this earth, you had no single clue on how to... one might say, pleasure yourself.

You had tried before, but with no one to guide you, and too scared and embarrassed to search online for guidance, you really had not one single clue on how to get rid of that consistent ache of yours.

So there you were, lying on the small twin bed in your cabin room, hand beneath the fabric of your panties and sleep shorts, unable to sleep because of your little problem.

With an annoyed whine, you retracted your hand from your heat, curling your fists into the blanket covering your body.

You seriously couldn't go on like this any longer.

Maybe... no! You couldn't! You couldn't seriously be thinking of going to Matt's room and asking him for a little help.

I mean after all… it was his fault you were like this.

Why you were always like this.

Your cheeks flooded with heat at your thoughts, head turning to look at your closed door, biting down on the inside of your cheek.

I mean, he might not even be up… you thought to yourself, fingers digging harder into the blanket.

But you'll never know unless you try… your thoughts added, making a small sigh fall from your lips.

You had to try or else you were going to regret not doing it for the rest of your life.

So in one swift motion, the blanket was lifted off your body, bare feet nestled into the cold hardwood floor as you slowly moved toward the bedroom door.

Turning the knob quietly, you crept into the hall and made your way toward the room you knew Matt was staying in, heart pounding in your chest.

Was this really a good idea? I mean if anyone were to find out... your brother, this could all go so wrong.

But that ache in your body kept you moving until you were standing right in front of Matt's door, fist lifting slowly until your knuckles just barely brushed the wood, knocking so softly you might think you where dreaming if you heard it.

And that's exactly how Matt felt as he paused the TikTok playing on his phone, head tipping towards the door where his eyes fell down to the crack, the soft glow of the lamp on the other side of the door glowing just enough for Matt to tell their was a shadow of somebody standing at his door.

Who else was up this late like him?

Matt sat up from the bed, discarding his phone as he stood and walked over to the door, pulling it open slowly.

Only to be shocked at the sight in-front of him.

You stood with your hands playing nervously in-front of your body like you did when you weren’t sure of yourself or something you were doing, bottom lip pouted out just the slightest, and messy hair lazily cascading down your shoulders.

"Y/n..?" Matt called out quietly, arm falling to lean against the door frame as he loomed over your anxious body.

"What are you doing up, it's late. You should be asleep." He said softly, eyes slowly following the lines of your body, right down to your bare feet, painted a baby pink colour—like always—then back up to your big doe eyes.

"I—I uh, well," you cleared your throat, eyes darting frantically away from Matt's face and back as you tried to think of what exactly to say.

Matt raised a brow at your awkwardness. You had always often been awkward around Matt, but this was a different kind of awkward— as if you wanted to ask something you weren’t sure could be asked.

"Y/n, whatever it is, you know you can tell me." He said in a softer tone.

Your tongue darted out along your bottom lip, making Matt's eyes fall straight to those soft pink lips he'd been trying to avoid.

The soft sound of your voice broke Matt out of his thoughts.

"I—I can't-" you let out an annoyed whine. "I don't know how to..."

"You don't know how to what?" Matt questioned in confusion, until it finally all came to him.

The skittish behaviour, the press of your thighs together when he looked at you for too long— the way that even after being alone by yourself, you still seemed tense.

Like you couldn’t get rid of the way he felt.

"Do you not know how to pleasure yourself, Y/n..?" He added in a heated whisper, his head dipping down closer to yours.

By the way your cheeks immediately grew pink at Matt's question, he was correct in his assumption.

You didn't know how to pleasure yourself, and you clearly wanted something from Matt if you were there confessing this to him.

But what exactly did you want?

"Y/n," Matt said. "Do you need my help?"

Your cheeks turned an even darker shade of pink as you sucked your bottom lip into your mouth, before a small, shy nod came from you.

"Have I been teasin' you too much?" Matt asked softly, hand reaching up to play with the end of your hair as you yet again nodded your head, eyes flickering nervously over his.

"I'm sorry," he told you quietly. "I'll help you."

Your heart leaped in your chest as Matt pushed off of the doorway, moving slowly out of the way until there was enough room for you to walk into the room.

Your eyes darted from the room then back to Matt, and then to the room again before you finally let your feet carry you inside.

This was really happening.

Your head whipped towards the door as Matt shut it behind you two, flicking the lock into place.

What did you get yourself into…

Matt's eyes fell to yours as he moved towards you in the room, only to go straight past you, walking to the end of the bed and taking a seat.

right in front of the full length mirror.

Matt rubbed at the stubble on his chin, eyes once again finding your skittish ones as he patted his knee.

"Come over here." He asked gently, gaze following as you slowly padded over to where he sat, standing awkwardly in front of him.

Matt's hand fell to his thigh, before he reached out, fingers rubbing along the band of your sleep shorts and panties.

His pointer and middle finger dipped beneath the fabric, against the sensitive skin of your abdomen, pulling back just enough to let them snap back against your skin, making you gasp quietly.

"Can you take both of these off for me?" His hands splayed out along his thighs, watching patiently as you moved your shaking hands to the bands of the fabrics, shuffling them down until they both pooled at your feet on the floor.

Matt kept his composure at your now exposed pussy, spreading his legs just enough for some space on the mattress between them, patting his thigh. "Sit down."

You turned slowly on your feet, head turned to the side to keep Matt's reassuring gaze as you plopped down between his legs on the bed.

"I've got you, alright?" He whispered gently against the side of your head, hands finding the bare skin of your thighs.

He dragged his right hand up slowly, but instead of dipping down to between your legs like you thought he would, he kept going, until his hand met your own.

"What—what are you doing?" You breathed out, his hand resting on top of your own as he guided it down.

"I'm teaching you." He shushed you, your fingers finally skating down toward your heat, and your heart raced at Matt's gaze on you through the mirror while he watched your lips fall open in a gasp as your mended fingers slid against your slick folds.

Matt's cock stiffened completely against the small of your back at your reaction to the simple touch, the way you felt on his fingers; or simply, you.

Everything about you was mesmerizing.

He lead your fingers with his into a rhythm, soft and slow, running through your folds, slipping tenderly into your pussy, letting you adjust to the new feeling, then to your puffy clit, where he made sure to pay extra attention to the neglected bundle of nerves, mumbling, "right there feels the best, hmm?" to which you nodded your head frantically against his shoulder.

After a moment had passed of him showing you what to do, he left your fingers working in circles against your clit, taking his hand away.

You immediately stopped your motions, dazed and confused eyes shooting up to meet his in the mirror.

"Why'd you stop?" You let out a noise between a whine and a moan, half out of breath.

"I want you to try by yourself." Matt explained, thumb rubbing against your abdomen as he waited patiently.

You let out a shaky sigh, your fingers beginning their movements once again.

Your head fell back against Matt's shoulder, a small moan falling from your lips.

Matt's hand flexed against your stomach, hungry eyes watching as you slowly gained more courage, moving your fingers faster.

"Matt," you whined, free hand curling into the fabric of his sweat pants.

Your eyes fell closed, fingers circling your swollen clit, before letting them slide mindlessly down towards your dripping cunt.

You gasped and arched your back, letting the pleasure take over your body.

Until your thoughts came swirling back into your mind.

Your movements almost instantly slowed, brows creasing together and lips forming a soft frown.

Matt noticed right away.

His palm moved gently across your abdomen, his lips dragging across your jaw until they met the shell of your ear.

"You okay?" He asked gently, waiting patiently for your response.

You gave a small shake of your head, biting down nervously on your bottom lip.

"Can you open your eyes for me, baby?" Matt murmured, placing a kiss against the skin of your neck, his hand moving down to clasp yours on his thigh.

You slowly opened your eyes and lifted them to Matt's in the mirror as you slipped your hand away from yourself, pressing your thighs together.

“Don’t—“ he quickly placed his free hand on between your thighs, pulling your legs back open. “Don’t hide from me now, Y/n.”

Your eyes lowered away from his as heat crawled up your neck, his hand squeezing your own.

“Look at me.” He said in a whisper as he kissed just below your ear, your eyes trailing back up to meet his once again.

“Tell me what you want.”

Your brows creased in embarrassment as you bit down on your bottom lip, shaking your head silently.

“Baby,” Matt cooed, thumb smoothing over the skin on the inside of your thigh. “Can you please tell me what you want?”

You were silent for a moment before you finally spoke again, quiet— but honest. “Touch me?”

You wiggled your hips into the bed, making his eyes draw back to your glistening pussy in the mirror. “I can’t— I need you to touch me.”

Matt hummed, still holding your hand as the one on your thigh crept up until his fingers met your heat once again, and the feel of him—of just him—against your needy folds made you gasp, back arching into the simple touch.

He circled them around your clit a few times, before dipping down to your entrance, sinking them inside slowly.

“You feel unbelievable.” Matt moaned against your ear, letting your walls suck him in.

“So tight, so warm.” He added, filling you completely, curling deep inside you, then slipping them back out, only to repeat the action.

“Matt, Matt it feels…” you panted, squeezing your eyes shut again, trying to find the words for how you felt.

You failed miserably.

“I know,” he murmured, slipping them inside you faster, your slickness echoing in the quiet room. “I know it feels good.”

That small knot in your stomach tightened, small whines of disbelief leaving your lips at the foreign feeling building.

“Matt— what’s happening, I—I don’t know, I don’t know—“ your words were cut off when Matt smoothed his thumb over the top of your hand, grounding you.

You opened your eyes— needing to see him, to let him reassure you.

“Let it take you, baby.” Is all he said before that knot in your stomach burst, your walls clenched tight around his fingers, mouth fallen open, incoherent jumbles of words leaving your lips, head lulled back against his shoulder.

“That’s it,” he rasped against your ear, coaxing you through each and every wave of pleasure that washed over you.

Eventually his fingers slowed until they stilled deep inside of you, letting your body slump back against his.

Your hips rolled on instinct when Matt let his fingers slip from your warm cunt, a meek whimper bubbling up from your throat.

You watched in the mirror with heavy lidded eyes as he brought his fingers up to his mouth, sucking them dry.

You closed your thighs together, biting down on your bottom lip.

“You come to me if you need some help again, yeah?” He hummed, squeezing your hip.

Your cheeks flushed with colour, and all you could do was nod your head.

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“Matt, I’m trying to do homework—“

“And I’m trying to kiss you.”

He gives you a stern look like ‘well now we gotta compromise’ because kissing is much more important than homework in his mind

“Ugh. One kiss—“

You don’t even get to finish the sentence before he slots his lips onto yours, kissing you like a madman—teeth clashing just the slightest at first, but as he kisses you, you both melt into it…

“Fuck, I needed this…”

And he whispers it against your lips so it still counts as one kiss.

As you pull away for much needed air, his brows settle, furrowed together.

“How much longer do you even need for homework, h—“

This time, you kiss him. Like a madwoman. Hungry, starved, depraved.

⿻﹕𐔌・𝘐𝘕𝘛𝘙𝘖𝘋𝘜𝘊𝘐𝘕𝘎...the working class au

𝘚𝘛𝘈𝘙𝘙𝘐𝘕𝘎…server!reader & linecook!chris

synopsis: when a hardworking server meets a charming linecook at luciano's in boston's south end neighborhood, playful banter turns into something steady and real. their relationship develops over long nights, rides home, and navigating tumultuous family relationships. they eventually develop a bond that is too strong to break, and find comfort in each other. author's note: all works contain fluff unless otherwise stated, please see individual posts for specific content details. content indicators: ⭑.ᐟ - smut ୭ ˚. - angst

ᴇᴘɪꜱᴏᴅᴇ 1 ᴇᴘɪꜱᴏᴅᴇ 2 ᴇᴘɪꜱᴏᴅᴇ 3 ᴛᴇxᴛꜱ ᴇᴘɪꜱᴏᴅᴇ 4 ୭ ˚. ᴇᴘɪꜱᴏᴅᴇ 5 ᴛᴇxᴛꜱ ᴇᴘɪꜱᴏᴅᴇ 6 ᴛᴇxᴛꜱ ᴇᴘɪꜱᴏᴅᴇ 7 ᴇᴘɪꜱᴏᴅᴇ 8 ᴛᴇxᴛꜱ ᴀꜱᴋ ᴇᴘɪꜱᴏᴅᴇ 9 ⭑.ᐟ ᴇᴘɪꜱᴏᴅᴇ 10 ୭ ˚. ᴛᴇxᴛꜱ ୭ ˚. ᴇᴘɪꜱᴏᴅᴇ 11 ୭ ˚.⭑.ᐟ ᴀꜱᴋ ⭑.ᐟ ᴇᴘɪꜱᴏᴅᴇ 12 ୭ ˚. ᴛᴇxᴛꜱ ᴀꜱᴋ ᴇᴘɪꜱᴏᴅᴇ 13 ୭ ˚. ᴇᴘɪꜱᴏᴅᴇ 14 ⭑.ᐟ ᴇᴘɪꜱᴏᴅᴇ 15 ᴇᴘɪꜱᴏᴅᴇ 16

extras: you always taste like sugar ⭑.ᐟ let it all out for me ⭑.ᐟ unwrap you like my favorite present ⭑.ᐟ you're mine tonight ⭑.ᐟ

still want more? check out recordstore!matt & barista!reader from the working class au

˙⋆✮ 𝙇𝙄𝙆𝙀 𝘼 𝙋𝙊𝙍𝙉𝙎𝙏𝘼𝙍 .ᐟ ˎˊ˗

Having sex with your boyfriend can be difficult when you’re worried about his brother’s hearing…

ⓘ CW. SMUT. 18+ MDNI OR ELSE I WILL THROW BUTTER AT YOU. Little to no plot (I was horny, okay?), Matt fucking his big cock up into you & making you his personal pornstar, covering mouths, unintentional edging, p n v (unprotected), cumming inside…AFTERCARE IS SILLY CUTE STUFF HEHE -- & probably more. Read at your own risk!

“Oh—oh my god, baby—fuck!”

Your entire body freezes at Matt’s loud exclamation. The bed stops the subtle creaking, sheets finally stagnant, and knees deathly still on either side of his hips.

“Wh-why did you stop?” he asks, looking up at you with glossy eyes.