a/n: Requested! I was thinking of that one vid of matt + chris picking nick up when he was at the airport so thatâs kinda where i was going w/ this at the end - this was my last request/inbox for matt (+ chris) guys i need moreeee đđ»
wc: 1,060 - more so a blurb tbh
SYNOPSIS: After a short period of Matt being away, you made sure to show how much you love him.. on a shirt!
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The last few days have been different without Matt.
Youâve spent your time hanging out with his brothers, Nick and Chris, ordering food, watching movies and recording little segments for their vlog they needed to post on Wednesday.
You and Matt have texted back and forth while he was away for a modeling appointment, saying your good morningâs and goodnightâs to each other. You knew he was going to be busy while he was gone, so you tried not to bother him too much, though he always assures you that he loves seeing your messages whenever he gets to his phone.
Once Tuesday rolled around, you couldnât be more excited for 4 pm to come. Waking up in Mattâs bed, you checked the time before deciding to get up and get ready. While you were in the shower, you could hear faint mumbles and footsteps from Nick and Chris, potentially getting themselves breakfast.
To say you were in a good mood was an understatement. Checking your phone once you stepped foot outside of the shower, you notice a text from your boyfriend.
âMorning sweetheart! At the airport rn, should be boarding soon. Canât wait to see you babyâ
You couldnât help the smile that took over your lips, immediately pressing on his contact to reply.
âWow, youâre in a good mood.â Nick states, looking up from his phone as he sat at the kitchen table. Snacking on whatever he found in the fridge, he chuckles at your attitude.
âJust excited to see him.â You try and play it off, yet the smile on your face doesnât do much to convince your best friend. He hums sarcastically at your reply, leaning back in his seat.
By the time 3:30 came around, you figured itâd be best to leave around then, so youâd be there on time. The airport was a little ways away and you knew Matt wasnât going to be able to leave the airport at exactly 4 oâ clock.
Chris sat on the couch as he waited, scrolling through his phone, bothering his brother whenever he felt necessary. A slap echoes through the house as an exaggerated whine of pain follows. With a laugh, you get up from your seat and begin walking to Mattâs room.
âWeâll leave as soon as I change, okay?â You say, hoping they heard you over their insistent arguing. A quick, âokayâ was heard from behind you, your mind registering it as Nickâs voice.
Stepping foot inside his room, you grab a shirt from inside your side of the closet, not being able to stop the quiet laugh that left your mouth at the design. Throwing it over your head, you grab your keys off of Mattâs desk and make your way back out into the living room. âAlright, guys, câmon.â You get their attention, sliding your shoes on.
A burst of laughter reverberates through the air, an immediate smile forming on your face from the sound. âWhat the fuck are you wearing?â Chris points to your shirt, the wide smile on his face still emitting chuckles.
âOh my god.â Nick stops in his tracks as his eyes take in your shirt, making you laugh in response. Fixing your shoe, you place your foot back on the ground as you look over at the brothers.
âWhat do you mean? Itâs amazing.â You grin, grabbing the bottom of the fabric and stretching it. You look down at it, the bold âI â€ïž my boyfriendâ text standing out with a cute picture of Matt inside the heart. Nick fights a smile as he walks around you, towards your car. Chris chuckles again, pushing his hand out to dap you up, a habit heâs done so much recently, making you grow accustomed to his antics.
Turning around, you head over to your car and get in the driverâs seat. With Chris in the passenger and Nick in the back, the conversation flows easily.
âLook at what Y/Nâs wearing.â You hear Nick say behind you as you stop at a red light. Taking a quick glance behind you, you notice his phone swerve over to you, showcasing your shirt to the vlog. Laughing at his actions, you adjust your body to show him your clothes.
âNothinâ wrong with showinâ the love.â Chris says vivaciously, looking between you and the camera. Humming in agreement with Chris, the light turns green as you press on the gas.
Once Nick turns the camera off, Chris grabs the aux and motions it to you. âPut somethinâ on.â He wiggles the cord, oblivious to you turning the wheel. With a quick deny, only a few minutes away from the airport, Chris whines and doesnât budge. âCome on!â
âChris, donât hand me the aux or else weâll all miss him.â You reply, laughing as you move his hand away from you. With a groan in response, Chris decides to annoy Nick next.
Finally, you arrive at the airport, pulling into a parking spot. Checking the time, 3:57 stared back at you as you shut your car off. âWhatâs the plan, Nick?â You look back at him.
âWhy donât we meet him when he walks out.â He says, sitting at the edge of his seat, looking over at you. With a nod, you all get out of your car and make your way toward the doors.
A few minutes later, footsteps catch all of your attention. Nick brings out his phone as he records, getting more footage for the vlog they needed for tomorrow.
âMatt!â Chris yells, jumping and thrashing his arms around to get his brotherâs attention. You canât help but laugh at the manâs antics, your attention drifting back over to your boyfriend.
With his suitcase in one hand, his phone in the other, Matt makes his way over to you three. A wide smile takes over his lips as a laugh escapes his mouth at his younger brother. Waving over at him, Mattâs eyes rake over you, feeling a weight drift off his shoulders.
âHi, baby,â he smiles and wraps his arms around you, squeezing you into him. You both laugh once Chris joins in, throwing his arms around both of you. âChris,â he chuckles and pulls away from you, giving his brother a hug. Looking back over at you once he pulls away, he pauses.
<333 hi so how about one where the girlie is friends with Chris and Nick but dating Matt and theyâre on their way to pick Matt up from the airport after heâs been gone for 3 days for something kinda important and Chris keeps trying to put her on the aux n sheâs like âdonât hand me the aux because weâll ALLLLLL miss himđâ while wearing her âI miss my sweet baby peachy pumpkin princess boyfriendâ shirt with a huge pic of Mattâs face on itđ
lmao sorry if this is long but I love ur page
Not long at all!! Thank you so much, angel!! and hereâs the link!
a/n: SOULMATE AU (though i donât think i did it right)!! iâve never actually wrote one of these before so iâm sorry for how bad this is lmao - Requested by this anon!!
wc: 1,580 - If you see this anon, iâm so sorry for how short it is! I honestly couldnât think of much writing this đ
SYNOPSIS: Making an impulsive decision to buy tickets to your favorite youtuberâs tour, you were more than surprised with the connection you felt with one of them..
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The decision was spontaneous, but you donât regret it for a second.
Youâve been a fan of the Sturnioloâs for a while now and you just so happen to get paid that day. As the sun disappeared and the moon took its place, you sat in bed and scrolled through your laptop. Without thinking, you managed to make your way to their website, looking through their stuff.
With a quick inhale, your finger hovered over the mousepad before clicking on the finale button, assuring you of your purchase.
As days went by, the date came closer and closer. Youâd by lying if you said you werenât nervous, but the excitement of the situation was building as well. Thankfully, the days ahead were quite packed, so you hoped they would go by faster.
Once the night before you left came, you lied in bed, going through every situation you could possibly think of. You hadnât had enough altogether to pay for the meet and greet, but you were more than happy being able to see them on stage. Falling asleep that night was practically impossible.
A couple exhausting hours later, youâre finally in line at the event and waiting for it to start. Filling in to the vast space in front of the stage, you feel the nerves inside your stomach tighten. Squished between a sea of people, you try not to focus on it as minutes pass by.
Screaming fills your ears as the three brothers walk out from the side, waving at the crowd. Sporting a blue shirt, you couldnât help the smile that overcame your face when Matt moves towards the center. His sweet smile mesmerizing you as your eyes raked over his outfit: the short, black Ransom shirt he wore with a big skull on the front, paired with light blue jeans that hugged him perfectly.
Eventually, the yelling died down as Nick began talking, explaining the rules of the games. Taking glances back over at his younger brother, you canât help but be entranced with the way he does anything. Before you could look away, Mattâs eyes drift along the crowd, stopping at you. Feeling your breath hitch, you froze in your spot, too nervous to break eye contact with him.
You could very well be looking too much into it, but you couldâve sworn that you both felt something. His blue eyes bore into yours as seconds went by, a small curve to his lips now. Unlike him, Matt sends you a quick wink before trying to focus on what his older brother was saying. Had you told anyone what just happened, they wouldâve said you were lying. Exhaling softly, you canât fight off the recurring smile on your lips.
Minutes go by as the triplets converse and the audience watches. Having paid so much attention to Matt, you try to put the small interaction to the back of your mind and watch the brothers talk. By the time they were supposed to pick someone from the crowd to help them, you only hoped that Matt would pick you. You knew it was a long shot and that short exchange was probably just to tease you. But when Matt focuses on you, his finger pointed in your direction, youâre sure youâre not dreaming.
Hesitant at first, Matt notices and mutters in to the mic, âCâmon, I donât bite.â With scattered laughs from the crowd, you smile and make your way over to the stairs, accepting Mattâs outstretched hand. As he guides you over to the opposite side, heâs yet to take his hand away from you as you stand right beside him. Nick goes on to explain more about the game topic, using extravagant hand gestures and his enthusiastic attitude that makes everyone crack a smile.
âOur turn.â A low whisper brushes past your ear, catching you off guard. You quickly look over at him as Matt smiles down at you, taking his hand away from you and politely letting you walk before him. You felt crazy for thinking about how gorgeous he looked right now, with his pretty blue eyes and his perfect pink lips and his slightly messy brown hair.
Nodding softly, you move forward, feeling his presence follow behind you. Nervousness quickly turned into enjoyment as you had your fun with the triplets, as each of you and the other two people from the crowd playfully compete against the other.
Once the battle was over and as soon as you were about to walk back into the audience, Matt rests his hand gently against your back. Turning your head, you look over at him, just barely hidden behind the curtain on the side of the stage.
âHey, I, uh,â he clears his throat, taking a swift glance at his shoes before looking back up at you. âI was wondering if maybe you wanted to talk after the show?â He asks, shifting his weight to his other foot nervously.
Before you could even process what he asked you, you felt yourself nodding. âYeah, Iâd love to.â You hear the words escape your mouth before you think them. Did he feel it too?
A smile takes over his lips as he nods subconsciously. âCool. Um, Iâll meet you outside a couple minutes after?â A light pink hue tints his pale cheeks, just barely visible in the dark lighting behind the curtain. His smile is sickeningly sweet as it almost makes you melt. Nodding in response, Mattâs smile gets wider as he tries to play it off. âAlright, cool.â He mumbles, sending you a cute smile before letting you walk back into the crowd of people.
Did Matt Sturniolo actually just ask you to meet up with him later?
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As the show wrapped up, Nick ended up winning. With playful protests from his brothers, Nick rubs the win in their face, even though he was in last place. Bidding everyone a good night and sweet words, the three leave the stage with waves and smiles.
Since your conversation with Matt, youâd be lying if you said you hadnât just been staring at him the entire time. As he was just about to step behind the dark red curtain, his eyes gaze over to yours, his smile growing wider.
Fast forward a few minutes, you stood outside the building, the night chill making goosebumps form on your skin. Pulling out your phone to check the time, you sigh as you put it back in your pocket. Just as you hit the 15 minute mark in the cold weather, you decide itâd probably be better to head back inside and warm up.
As you turn on your heels, making your way down the sidewalk, you hear someone behind you. âHey, wait!â Turning around immediately, you watch Matt jog over to you, stopping you in your tracks. âIâm so sorry I kept you out here waiting. Chris wouldnât stop playing music way too loud in the back room and Nick kept trying to get him to shut it off,â Matt rambles, oblivious to the soft smile on your face.
âMatt,â your voice cuts him out of his anxious blithering, moving his eyes up from the ground to look at you. âItâs okay, I promise.â You smile, letting out an airy laugh. You noticed Matt relax, his shoulders calming as he softens at the sound of your voice.
âYou have to be cold,â he breaks the silence, noticing the slight shiver rake through you. His eyes smooth over your body, the light material of your shirt and jacket not doing much to protect you from the chill outside.
You shrug lightly, not agreeing nor disagreeing with his words. His sudden movements catch you off guard as you watch him begin to take off his own jacket. âOh, Matt, I donât need-â
âYouâre gonna get sick if you donât take it.â He says, though thereâs no room for an argument as he drapes his heavy coat around your shoulders. âYou look pretty in my stuff.â Matt whispers, smoothing his hands over your covered arms before pulling back as the same blush as before resurfaces.
Smiling at the compliment, you thank him. It was clear neither of you really knew what to do. How could you not be nervous in front of him? And how could Matt not be nervous in front of you?
âI was-â
âWhen I-â
You both stop, looking over at each other before laughing. âYou go first.â You insist, reassuring him once he denies.
âUh, when I was talking to you inside,â his hand reaches up to scratch the nape of his neck. âI hadnât really thought it through when I asked to meet you out here. I just really wanted to talk to you.â Matt confesses, moving his hands down into the pockets of his jeans. His words bring an even bigger smile to your face as you laugh softly.
âHonestly, I spent the entire time I waited out here trying to think of what to say, but I couldnât think of anything.â You reply, joining in when you hear him chuckle. Taking a deep breath, you put out your hand, âIâm Y/N.â You knew he knew your name when you told him earlier, but he seemed to catch on as you both reintroduced yourselves.
âMatt.â He shakes your hand with a pretty smile, his bigger hand slightly rougher against yours. âCâmon, why donât we take a walk?â
You knew you wouldnât regret buying those tickets.
Would you write a Matt x fem!reader soulmate au where the Sturnioloâs are on tour and when they are on stage Matt sees her in the audience and they both instantly share a connection. Then they meet up after and can end however youâre comfortable writing it.
a/n: (sort of requested?) from this lovely anon!! sort of went overboard with it - also i canât remember the last time iâve ever been this quick to write a request before (or just write in general) so a special thank you to that anon!! <3
wc: 2,465
SYNOPSIS: Chris gets whatâs coming to him when he decides to give you attitude all dayâŠ
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Chris has been a brat all day.
From giving you attitude, to ignoring the things you say, to not even acknowledging you were there. You werenât too sure why he was in such a bad mood, and youâve tried to ask, but to no avail.
So here you sat, in a restaurant with your boyfriend, his brothers and some of your friends, waiting for your food. Youâve tried nudging Chrisâ foot with your own to get his attention, but heâs yet to even look at you. You tried to go over your day yesterday to remember if you did anything that mightâve upset him, but it consisted of nothing but lying around and watching tv.
âChris,â you whisper to him, close enough to his ear so he can hear you over the loud noise of the restaurant. You figured this would be your last try until he decided to cooperate with you. âHello?â
âWhat?â His sharp reply caught you off guard as you leaned back in your seat. Chris looked over at you, his face stone cold as his eyes bore into yours. His silky hair went its own way, the messy strands somehow forming into the perfect look. His arms are crossed over his white shirt, tense arms flexing. âWhat dâya want? Use your words.â He says sternly, never breaking the heated eye contact with you.
âWatch how you talk to me.â You reply, your anger seeping through your words. Chris seemed to enjoy the way you reacted as a small curl to his lips becomes apparent.
âWhy? Whatâre you gonna do?â He smirks. Everyone else in the room became invisible to the both of you as you finally heard him speak to you for the first time today. Your jaw clenches at his attitude as your hand sneaks its way to his thigh, squeezing harshly. He gasps, his eyes widening slightly.
âIf you keep this shit up, youâll see.â You answer, never moving your hand from him. Chrisâ breath hitches, but before he can say anything, the waitress comes by and begins handing out everyoneâs food.
Some time passes by as others are finishing off their plates. Chris has yet to open his mouth to you, taking your warning seriously. You couldnât help yourself when your hand drifts up, closer to his crotch. You notice his chest move faster and the soft sound of his breath catching when you do it, making you smile.
âY/N,â his voice is breathy as he whispers in your ear, his tone seconds away from desperation. You ignore him, still picking at your food, your fork picking up then pushing food off of it. âMa, please,â Chris remains quiet, hoping that no one could hear him. His hand rests over yours as he tries to guide it towards where he needs you, but you protest. Digging your nails into the fabric of his sweatpants, Chris has to muffle a moan from the sting of the pain.
As soon as Chris opens his mouth to complain, you look over at him, âWait.â Your tone was strict, glaring over at him. Heâs barely able to suppress a whine as he huffs, his jaw clenching in irritation.
Minutes pass as Chris grows more and more desperate, his breathing becoming uneven. As the waitress comes back to rest the bill on the table, your hand creeps up towards his bulge. Chris inhales sharply as soon as your hand cups him, rubbing softly.
âYou good?â Matt glances over at his brother, his eyebrows furrowed. Chris nods in response, a quiet âyeahâ leaving his lips. Matt seems fine with the answer as he looks back over at Nick, his other brother rambling about something he didnât necessarily find interesting.
âMa, you canât do this to me.â He whispers, his voice breaking slightly at the end. His hand wraps around your wrist, but doesnât make an effort to pull you away from him. Disregarding his superficial pleas, your finger traces over the print, sending a chill down your boyfriendâs spine. âPlease, can you-â
âTime to go.â Your touch is immediately taken from him as you stand up and push in your chair. Chris looks up at you from his seat, dumbfounded from the lack of attention from you. âCâmon, letâs go.â Chris seems to snap out of his daze as he gets up and follows behind you, only staying inches away.
The drive home was painful; Chris went with you in your car as Nick went in Mattâs car, your friends branching off to go home. Chris wouldnât spend a second without trying to get his hands on you or trying to get you to touch him, hell to paying attention to the road. Finally, when you reach the tripletsâ house, you park in their driveway and shut your car off.
Getting out of it before Chris can start again, you make your way into their house, saying something quick to Nick and Matt before going down into Chrisâ room. Not even seconds later, Chris bursts through the door and slams it behind him. As you take off your jacket, you place it into his closet, ignoring the needy man behind you.
âWhat the fuck?â His words donât surprise you, his stunned tone only making an amused smile take over your lips. Turning around to face him, you take in his heaving chest and the still prominent bulge in his pants.
âI told you earlier, baby.â You reply nonchalantly, taking a deep breath as you try to compose yourself from smiling. âYouâve been too busy being a fucking brat that you didnât listen to me like you shouldâve.â Your voice is stern as you walk towards him, watching the way Chris straightens up at your words. âI told you to wait earlier but youâre so fucking pathetic.â Youâre inches away from him now, your noses just barely grazing each other.
âI.. Iâm sorry-â Chris inhales shakily, looking down at you with eyes full of penitence.
âI donât think you are, Chris.â You press on, your hands leaning forward to rest on his chest. Your dominant one glides up, wrapping around his pale throat. His pink lips part in response as you feel his Adamâs apple bob underneath your palm. âSo I want you to make it up to me.â Your voice alone couldâve made Chris drop to his knees. He nods immediately, lust drunk on you. âStrip and get on the bed.â Your forwardness doesnât seem to faze Chris as he quickly obeys, throwing his thin shirt over his head and his sweatpants down his legs. Removing the last article of clothing, he lays down on his bed, the soft comforter molding to his body.
âI think we need to put that bratty little mouth of yours to good use.â You begin, moving to strip your shirt off, your pants following. Chris has no room to disagree as his eyes widen and he nods with fervor. Gliding your underwear down your legs, you kneel on the end of Chrisâ bed, taking in his needy state.
âCâmon, ma,â he whines, his hands reaching out for you, signaling for you to come closer. Despite being in charge of the situation, you listen to him and straddle his lap. Chris groans at the contact between you two, his large hands quickly moving down to grip your thighs. Deciding to give him a slight break, you lean down and press your lips to his, sucking his pretty pink lip so they become swollen. He moans into the kiss, submitting to your tongue. Your hands rest on his chest, lying your nails on his skin as they move up to his collarbones. Breaking away to get some air, Chris exhales heavily at the slight pain from your fingers against him.
âPlease, Y/N, I need you. Yâmake me feel so good, please,â Chris begs mindlessly, pushing his hands against your thighs, trying to get you to move against him. Pulling his hands off of you, with a pitiful whine from the man underneath you, you begin to move up his body. Chris almost moans when he realizes what youâre doing, swiftly wrapping his hands around your thighs again to pull you closer to him.
âNeed to shut the pretty mouth of yours.â You look down at him, his mesmerizing eyes distracting you. Your lips fall apart as soon as you feel Chrisâ mouth against you, placing a sweet kiss against your clit. Licking a line up your slit, his tongue is warm against you, yet it makes a chill go down your back. His short nails dig into the skin of your thighs as if heâs trying to suffocate himself with your legs.
Beginning to move your hips, a moan leaves your lips as his nose grazes your clit, hitting it perfectly. Chris seems to get off on your pleasure, groaning when he hears your noises. His tongue teases you before pushing inside you. Moaning in response, your hips never stop as they grind against his movements. One of Chrisâ hands glide back, squeezing your ass and pushing you closer to him, if even possible.
âDoing so good, baby.â You mumble, your chest rising and falling faster as seconds pass by. Chris moans at the praise, becoming more brisk with his actions. âFuck, you make me feel so good.â You knew the praise got to Chris as he got off on the pleasure he made you feel. âLove when you shut that pretty mouth of yours, letting me use it like the slut you are.â Chris whines against you, a vibration coursing through you. Your body shakes at the feeling, an immediate moan ripped from your lips. âIâm close, baby,â you breathe out, your hips starting to grow tired as the knot in your stomach becomes too tight.
One of Chrisâ hands drifts up your body, grasping your breast, making your hips jolt. Your hand moves down to his hair, gripping it tightly in your hold, pulling a noise out from the man underneath you.
With incoherent mumbles and moans, the knot inside you snaps as your hips shake against him. Chris never stops, pushing his tongue around until it gathers every last drop of you. Breathing heavily, your body calms until it twitches from the overstimulation of Chrisâ tongue.
Propping yourself back up on your knees, you can hear a faint whine from Chris as you move away from him. Drifting back down to his lap, you take in his disheveled state: his hair was messy against his pillow, his lips red and swollen, your wetness still on the bottom half of his face, and his chest heaving. His hands resorted to gripping the soft sheets, his whole being screaming desperate.
âYou poor thing,â your tone contradicted your words as you observed him. Chris whines again, screwing his eyes shut as his hips try and find some sort of friction against you. His cock was painfully hard as the tip was beaming red, begging for your attention.
âIt hurts so bad, mama. Need you so bad, please!â He cries out, arching his back slightly. You could practically hear his heart beat out of his chest.
âHave you learned your lesson yet, sweetheart?â Your hands roam up his body, pressing your fingers into the soft area around his collarbones.
âYes! Yes, I have, I promise!â He exclaims, his neediness evident. You give in to him, taking his dick in your dominant hand and stroking him lightly. He gasps at the contact, his mouth immediately agape. Moving over him, you line yourself with him, dragging his tip down your slit. Whimpers leave Chrisâ mouth at the feeling, his cheeks heating up, a light red hue taking over his skin.
âShh, baby,â you try and calm him down, resting your opposite hand on the side of his face. He nestles into your palm, his teeth clenching once you sink down on him. With a groan from you, the burning stretch of his size always makes you falter. Once you reach his base, you stay put for a second, taking in the feeling.
âPlease, move⊠please, I canât-â Chrisâ pleas get cut off by a moan once you begin your movements. Rocking against him, his hands automatically grip onto your hips, just barely applying pressure to help you move on him. He lets out a heavy exhale every time you shift against him, already close when youâve barely done anything to him.
âDoinâ so good for me, baby.â You breathe out, your palms digging into his chest as you grounded yourself on him. He whimpers at the praise, bucking his hips up towards you. Moaning in response, your head leans back at the sudden pleasure.
Your motions get faster and harsher as seconds pass, feeling that same tingle in your stomach again. Inaudible babbles leave Chrisâ mouth, too caught up in the severe pleasure he was experiencing.
âYou were being such a fucking brat earlier, yâknow that?â You entice him, your hand just barely grazing his neck. Whines leave his mouth left and right at the sensation, his mind only focused on you, you, you.
âI know, ma, Iâm sorry. Iâm so,â a loud, guttural groan escapes his mouth, cutting his sentence off. âIâm so sorry.â He sighs, his words a jumble as he feels the hedonism take over. âIâm close,â Chris mumbles, his hips starting to stutter.
âDo you think you deserve to cum, baby?â You ask, your hips never letting up. A short, but high pitched whine leaves him as you move faster, chasing your own orgasm.
âYes! Yes, please, please,â he begs, his lust clouding his judgment. He looked so desperate, pleading for you, his whole being a mess.
âYeah? Then cum.â You order, not expecting him to immediately follow them. His body stills as his fingers claw into you, his mouth agape and the periodic bursts of him inside you. You follow soon after, ignoring the pitiful whimpers from the man beneath you as he grew sensitive.
As your thighs began to relax, you take some breaths before pulling off of him. You both wince slightly once you lean back up, but Chris quickly gasps once he feels your tongue against his cock.
âWha.. whatâre you doing?â His voice is broken, seemingly starting to fade from all the noises heâs made. He canât help but groan at the way your lips wrap around him, his sensitivity heightened. He hisses at the contact of your tongue, throwing his head back with erratic breathing. âMm, it hurts.â He whines but has yet to try and pull you off of him.
Looking up at him, you take him out of your mouth with a pop. âBetter get comfortable, baby, âcause this is just the beginning.â
warnings: SMUT, sub!matt/dom!reader, mommy kink, every sort of pet name related to âmaâ in the book (bc i canât help myself)
a/n: i havent written for matt in forever and i originally had so many other fics that i wanted to put out first but my writers block has been terrible and this is what came out of it so!
wc: 1461 - short but
SYNOPSIS: An innocent movie night gets interrupted by Mattâs impatient need for you..
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The night had started off tame, lying in bed and turning on a movie for you and your boyfriend to watch. It was the weekend so neither of you had any worries for waking up early the next day.
Matt had surprised you by knocking on your door a few hours earlier, stating - with a soft blush - that he just wanted to spend some time with you. And who were you to disagree?
Once you both had gathered some snacks and made your way into your bedroom to lay on the soft mattress, you scrolled through your tv to find the right movie. As soon as the sound began to fill the room, Matt rushes in and lies himself on top of you. A laugh leaves your mouth at his actions, immediately wrapping your arms around his neck. With his back resting against your front, his eyes wander the tv screen, the bright reflection glaring on his face.
A couple minutes into the movie, your hand subconsciously winds up above his head, brushing your hands through his soft hair. Matt sighs as you gently untangle tiny knots that had formed throughout the day, slowly beginning to rest most of his weight on top of you.
It doesnât take long before Matt moves slightly, deciding to rest his head on your shoulder rather than against your chest. You pay no mind to it as you let your hands fall back to his torso, laying them there as youâre transfixed by the movie. With a soft whine that barely caught your ears, Matt shifted slightly trying to catch your attention. You knew what he was doing, but you ignored him, letting him work for it.
Whispering your name, Matt looks up at you as your eyes are still watching the screen in front of you. You hum in response, not giving him your full attention. Another whine emits from his throat, nuzzling his nose into your neck. His lips were soft against your skin, leaving gentle kisses against it. His hands envelope yours as he begins to guide them down his body.
âWhatâre you doing, Matt?â You patronize him, stopping his movements and holding the bottom of his short shirt. It was small enough that, in his position, it rode up, exposing his lower stomach and happy trail.
In response, the man above you nips on your skin, making your jaw clench. âPlease, ma. I need you.â He mumbles, as if he doesnât want anyone else to hear his plea. His pink lips brush against your skin every time he talks, tickling the sensitive area. Your hand teases the waistband of his boxers that peaked out of his pants. Mattâs hands move over yours again, forcefully pulling your dominant one over the bulge in his sweatpants. A sigh escapes his lips at the contact, his tense body starting to relax at your touch.
âSo needy,â you tsk, squeezing lightly before removing your hand. Mattâs mouth opens to complain before he quickly shuts up once your hands make their way under his boxers. He lifts up his hips to help you pull them down, leaving them alone once you canât see them under the comforter. Gliding your fingertips over his hipbone, Mattâs breathing hitches as he waits impatiently.
âSince you decided to use my hands without permission, you can get yourself off.â You say sternly, looking down at his pleading eyes. Mattâs eyebrows scrunch up in distress, his voice seeming to jump higher as he beseeches. âYou can either cum from your hand or not at all.â You give him an ultimatum, your serious demeanor never shifting.
With a short whine, Matt doesnât take his eyes off of yours as his hand glides down his body. His lips part at the first touch, aching to get a reaction out of you. Your hands rest against his waist, watching him carefully. He bathes in your attention, seemingly wanting to put a show on for you.
Mattâs breathing begins pick up as his chest starts to rise and fall heavier. The slight muscles in his arms tense every time he moves his hand, letting your eyes bask in the sight.
âPlease,â his plea was quiet, on the verge of a whisper. âPlease, I need you.â His voice cracked softly, showing his desperation. Your lips curl up at his desire for you, knowing that you were the only one that had a say in anything in that moment.
âYeah? You need me, baby?â You reply, your tone sickeningly sweet. With a light of hope in his eyes, Matt nods quickly, fastening the pace of his hand against himself. âThatâs too bad.â One of your hand travels up and wraps itself against his neck, keeping him in his current position: his head against your shoulder, staring up at you with lust-filled eyes and an agape mouth.
With an irritated groan leaving him, Matt tightens his hand and tries to twist his wrist the same way you do. Whining pitifully once he realizes he canât do it, he arches his back slightly, trying his best to get you to cave into him and his body.
âPlease, mommy,â he pouts, his opposite hand reaching back to smooth over your thigh that was beside him. âI need to feel you.â Licking your tongue over your teeth, you try not to cave into his begging. You dig your nails into the skin of his hip, getting a whimper out of his mouth in return. Your hand subconsciously squeezes his throat, enough to warn him but not enough to restrict his airway.
âSo fucking pathetic.â You make sure to look into his eyes as you speak, his eyebrows turning up submissively as he listens to you belittle him.
âOnly for you.â Matt replies, an involuntary groan leaving his lips seconds later. His hand moves faster as seconds go by, never taking his eyes away from yours. Something about your glare tantalizes him as the knot in his stomach begins to rip. His messy hair was plastered to his forehead, beads of sweat beginning to form by his hairline. His pretty pink lips never shut as delicious moans escape, pleading with you to have mercy on him.
âPlease, mommy, I canât,â Mattâs whines get louder as he grows frustrated. His touch is nothing compared to yours and the way you handle him. He needs to feel the grooves of your hands on him, the harsh yet delicate way you control him. His hips thrust up into his fist, getting desperate. Short fingernails pierce the skin on your thigh, shocking you out of your daze. âIâve been so good, just⊠please touch me.â Matt heaves out, his glistening blue eyes slowly making you give in to him.
He breathes out a sigh of relief once you remove his own hand, replacing it with yours. Your opposite hand loosens around his throat, resting there instead of choking him. Wrapping your soft hand around him, Matt gasps out a groan at the initial contact. Arching his back slightly, his eyes close in pleasure as you move against him.
âFuck, âfeels so good, mama.â He groans, his panting meeting your ear. The sounds he makes always leave you striving for more as you move your hand faster, squeezing every now and then. He chokes out a guttural moan when you tense your palm around his tip, his eyes squeezing shut.
âYouâre doing so good fâme, baby.â You praise, your voice low in his ear. A shuttering breath leaves him, his spine crawling with goosebumps.
A few more seconds pass by before heâs clutching his hands on to your thighs, his mouth releasing more shaking breaths. ââM close,â he whines, silently hoping youâll go easy on him and let him cum.
âYou gonna cum for me?â You mutter, increasing your pace. He whimpers and nods quickly, lost in the pleasure of your hand against him. âYeah? Then cum.â As if on command, he follows your orders, his body shaking and his head thrown back as he releases against his soft stomach and his ridden up shirt. His groans filled the room, taking over the sound from the tv. His body jolts at the sensitivity once you give him one last pump, and then removing your hand from him.
Growing overstimulated, Matt whines at the mess he made. âI know, we need to get you cleaned up.â You push his messy hair back, leaving a kiss on his forehead gently. He hums in delight of the sweet treatment from you, his eyes opening to look over at you. âSo pretty,â you whisper, still brushing your fingers through his knotty hair. His face welcomes a light pink hue as he blushes from your praise.
everything i did, my nails would rip off like it was bad. for example, i was trying to open my fridge and my finger slipped off the handle and that bitch ripped my nail off it HURT.
buuuttt goodnight babe, dont let them bed bugs bite đ±
omg iâm so sorry angel, i canât even imagine how painful that feels đđ«¶đ»
YOURE SO REAL FOR THIS LMAO omfg i need to get working on some billie requests/fics đ€ i need my motivation backk đ also donât be afraid to message me, iâd love to talk to you!! <3
hi lovely! do you still write for cam/the wips for him? x
hi angel!! iâm definitely still planning to, iâve just more so been focusing on other fics atm (also an insane writers block đ) but Iâm definitely definitely not done writing for cam/jerome, i promise!
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