AND WHEN THE SEASON CHANGE

AND WHEN THE SEASON CHANGE

Pinned To The Floor (Matt x Reader)

➢  “Mhm—c’mon, just—fuck—-just feel it all, yeah? No–ohmygod—no where to squirm now. You—you gotta feel every inch of me, hm? I—-fuck yeah, keep—keep squeezin’ me like that, I—” 

⚠︎ MDNI, SMUT, p n v, unprotected sex, soft dom!matt, glasses kink, and more → 677 words

A/N: Interaction is appreciated! I do not give consent for my work to be plagiarized or uploaded on any other platform. Do not copy my work or ideas.

Thank you @bbernard-03 for proofreading

With love and big tits, ᡣ𐭩 Rose → Navigation

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“Mhm, fuckkkkkk—-so deep, isn’t it?” he purrs, his breath huffing out onto your cheek as he fucks himself into your gut, his lips parted and resting on your cheek. 

It was still all so hazy. An early morning nap after Matt had gotten home from a meeting had led to this—you both tangled on the living room couch with clothes being ripped off eagerly. At first, it was his hands that drove you insane. The way he delicately traced your skin, still half asleep, but desperate to touch you. His mouth was quick to follow. Sloppy kisses and drags of his tongue along your neck drove you insane—but that wasn’t the only thing driving you insane. It was those stupid glasses. And he knew. He knew they drove you absolutely crazy and he fucking loved it. Your hands gripping onto him, your thighs clenching together…it was so refreshing to see you so needy. 

You let out shrieks between each ram of his hips. He’s hitting just the right spot, over and over again and fuck—you can’t get enough, but you can’t seem to stay still. The muscles and joints of your body contrast what you really want, squirming and writhing under his vicious pounding, sinking you into the cushions. “I—Matt, I—mmmmm ‘s good—it’s….it’s so—oh!” you scream, your nails digging into his biceps as you feel him let out a dry laugh, the slaps of skin becoming more frequent—somehow even louder. 

“--’s so good, hm? Can’t—stop—fuck—squirmin, huh?” His grip on you gets tighter, but it just isn’t enough. The cushions are letting your body run away from him—run away from all the pleasure that you need. “I—more, more—need more, please,” you whine, your eyes watering from frustration as your body falls further away from the growing knot in your gut. 

Matt is quick to think. His eyes wander around for a split second, the sweat gliding down his forehead accompanying an obsessive gleam, his stare shifting from the floor to you. 

The second he places your body on the floor beneath his own, it’s everything. Each thrust, each slap of skin, it all has you silently screaming. “There we go…yeah—no where to go now, hm?” he taunts, his hand cradling behind your head and hugging you into the crook of his shoulder. 

It’s addicting the way your body starts to shake beneath him. He can’t get enough of ramming himself so deep and rough against your walls, prodding at the one spot that makes ungodly noises fall from your lips. 

There’s a frustration still lingering. Matt can feel his glasses sliding down his sweaty nose, annoyed as he has to keep pushing them up. Watching your face contort, he lets out a shaky moan with an idea, reaching up and placing his glasses onto your face. 

You barely even notice. Too far gone in every sensation he’s giving you, your eyes are fluttering and rolling back. He’s more than happy. Nothing is holding him back from fucking you with no limitations. There’s nowhere for you to squirm, there’s nothing distracting him from lunging himself so deep that he can feel your hips vibrate beneath him. 

“Oh—Matt, I—” you seethe, your teeth clamping onto his shoulder with a desperation for some sort of grounding as the familiar bliss makes every pore in your body ignite with waves of pleasure from each devoted movement of his hips. 

“Yeah, that’s right, sweetheart,” he rasps, straining a hiss as your teeth clamp deeper into his shoulder. His hand caresses softly in your hair, contradicting the furious snap of his dick into your sticky walls. “Mhm—c’mon, just—fuck—-just feel it all, yeah? No–ohmygod—no where to squirm now. You—you gotta feel every inch of me, hm? I—-fuck yeah, keep—keep squeezin’ me like that, I—” 

Cries leave your lips, muffled by the skin of his shoulder in your mouth as you feel yourself tip over the edge. Your body tries to move away from the overwhelming pleasure. Matt is sure to keep you pinned to the floor. 

He’s sure to make you feel every single thing. 

ᒪᗩTE ᑎIGᕼT ᗪIᗩᒪ

Matt Sturniolo x fem!reader

In which; you drunk dial your boyfriend matt, and he takes care of you.

Warnings; drunk!reader - alcohol consumption, fluffy, pet names.

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The night was in full swing, the club lights flashing with the bass that thumped through the air. Laughter, shouts, and the clinking of glasses filled the space as you danced with your friends, feeling the warmth of the alcohol seep through your veins. 

The buzz was strong, making everything seem brighter, happier, and just a little bit more intense. But as the night went on, something began to tug at your heart—a longing, an emptiness that the music and laughter couldn't quite fill.

You stumble out onto the sidewalk infront of the club. Clumsily fishing your phone out of your bag, the bright screen blinding you for a moment. Your fingers fumbled to find his number, and before you knew it, you were calling him. 

"Hey baby" Matt's voice was soft, but you could hear the concern laced in his tone. "What's up?"

"Mattttttt-“ you slurred into the phone, "-I miss youuuu"

You could hear him chuckle softly on the other end, though it was tinged with worry. 

"I miss you too sweetheart. How much have you had to drink?"

In your drunken , boyfriend missing state, the mere sound of Matts voice made your eyes well up with drunk tears. 

"Mmm I don’t know… just a little… or maybe a lot” you mumbled, a tear escaping down your cheek as you sniffle. "I just wanna see you mattyyy i miss youuu” you repeat, whining into the phone.

"Hey, hey, it’s okay" he said, his voice calming. "Let me pick you up baby, okay? Just stay where you are, I’ll be there soon alright?” 

You nodded, even though he couldn’t see you, and wiped your eyes with the back of your hand. "Alright”

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True to his word, Matt arrived not long after, his car pulling up to the curb outside the club. You squint through your blurred vision to see him getting out of the car and walking over to you.

Your eyes light up at the sight of him 

“Matttttt!!!” you cheer, hurrying over to him. You stumble over your own feet losing your balance, luckily not too far from Matt, as he lunges forward to catch you.

"Woah! It’s okay, I’ve got you" he assured, holding you close as you clung to him.

He helped you into the car, gently buckling your seatbelt before getting in on his side. The drive was quiet, the hum of the engine a comforting background noise as you leaned your head against the window, feeling the cold glass against your flushed skin. Matt glancing over at you often. The city lights blurred past you, and you felt the exhaustion from the night starting to catch up.

Finally Matt pulls up in his driveway, and makes his way to the passenger door, he swings it open to see you mid yawn, as you follow it with a big sigh. He lets out a small chuckle as he leans forward, scooping you into his arms bridal style. 

“Come on,you” he says, carrying you out of the car, and into the house.

Once inside, he brings you to the bathroom, sitting you down on the edge of the bathtub. He kneels in front of you, his hands gentle as he began to remove your makeup. 

"You don’t need all this stuff” he murmured as he wiped away the smudged eyeliner and mascara, his thumb brushing lightly over your cheek. "You’re beautiful just the way you are”

A cheesy grin spread on your face 

“No YOU’RE beautiful” you slur , booping his nose. 

Matts eyes roll teasingly as he smirks at your actions with a shake of his head.

Wiping off the last of your makeup.

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Matt leads you into his bedroom, one arm wrapped firmly around your waist to to steady your swaying. He helped you out of your clothes, before grabbing one of his oversized t-shirts.

“Up” he softly orders.

you fling your arms up as Matt slides the tshirt over your body, placing a kiss onto your cheek. A smile creeps onto his face, that always seems to appear when you wear his clothes. 

"Let’s get you some water, okay?" he said, guiding you to the bed and sitting you down. He disappeared for a moment before returning with a glass of water. "Here, drink up, sweetheart" he said, holding the glass to your lips.

You took a few sips, letting out an approving “Mmph” , the cool liquid soothing your throat. Matt watched you with a careful eye, making sure you drank enough before setting the glass on the nightstand.

Then, he gently tucked you into bed, pulling the blankets up to your chin. He reached over to the other side of the bed, grabbing Mr.Wrinkleton and tucking him in with you. A smile quickly forms on your face as you pull the stuffed animal against you.

Matt leans down, pressing a soft kiss to your lips, then forehead. "Sleep tight, baby. I’m right here if you need me"

You gently nod as you feel your eyes growing heavy, the warmth of the bed and the comfort of Matt’s presence pushing you into a peaceful sleep. Just before you drifted off, you felt his hand brush a stray hair from your face

“I love you” he whispers.

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A/N; hope you enjoyed loves🤍

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matt has always been so gentle and sweet with you.

he leaves a trail of kisses all over your body, makes sure you're okay, interlocks his fingers with yours; but during all this, he's rough as well. he pounds his throbbing cock into you at a relentless pace, the perfect combination of soft and rough—the hard movements of his hips slamming against yours as sweet praises leave his mouth has your head spinning.

he flips you onto your stomach, holding onto your hips and not bothering pulling out. the new angle makes him feel impossibly deeper inside you, making you screw your eyes shut and let out a low moan. matt wraps an arm around your neck, pulling your back against your front and whispering into your hair. "that feel good? y'doing so good for me, sweetheart."

"fuck! oh my god," you cried out as matt slammed into you further. he snakes a hand around your torso and down to where you needed him most.

"who's is it?" he presses down on your clit and you squeal, quickly moving the hand you had previously to hold yourself up to now clutch his wrist. "who's, baby? i know you can tell me."

"yours, matt!" you cry, matt starting to rub circles with one hand gripping your hips keeping you stable. he tsks, shaking his head.

"who's?" he asks through a grin, increasing his speed.

"s'all yours, matt! always yours!" tears start to well up in your eyes, feeling your stomach tightening and body starting to tremble. matt smiles and leans down to press kisses onto your shoulder, bringing up a hand to wipe your tears.

you feel his hand flatten against your back, making you plush against the mattress with your back arched up for him. matt grabs a fistful of your hair, twisting his hand before pulling you back and forth down his length.

"such a good girl. want you to make a mess, can you do that f'me?" you nod your head as best as you can, letting out a whine.

you can tell matts close, the way his thrusts begin to get sloppy and his little groans that slip through his lips. he lets go of your hair, grabbing your waist and giving you one more harsh thrust before you both come completely undone. moans and whines fill the room as matts movements start to slow, him wrapping his arms around you before flopping down, not bothering pulling out once again.

he moves the hair out of your face, pressing a kiss onto your forehead. "y'okay pretty girl? did so well. im so proud," he talks softly to you as he catches his breath.

you nod, moving closer to your boyfriend as he pushing a strand behind your ear and moving bis hand behind your head as he pulls you down against his lips.

On Stream- M. Sturniolo

pairing: gf!reader x bf!Matt

classification: fluff

warnings: use of y/n, short, slight cursing, some suggestive comments

summary: Matt mentions you on stream, causing the chat to go crazy.

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Nowadays it seems that Matt and Chris have an abnormal amount of free time.

The pair have spent the past few days running errands, catching up on chores, spending quality time together, and unwinding. But two energetic young men can only do so much relaxing before it becomes unbearably boring, especially without you and Nick around.

Nick’s somewhere across the globe, relishing in the perks of having good friends. He’s experiencing the world with a sense of individuality, having been apart from his triplet brothers for over a week.

Without Nick around the house is quiet and boring enough, but Chris and Matt can usually count on you to keep them company. But it seems that they see you less and less every day.

You aren’t somewhere far away, not physically at least, you’re just very, very busy. As you enter the fall semester, you’re juggling a multitude of responsibilities including school, work, your social life, and your relationship. But as you adjust to your crazy hectic schedule, you spend less time at home with Matt and more time nose deep in a book.

So, just as the brothers grow accustomed to the eerie silence that haunts the halls of their home and the boredom that settles into their everyday lives, they decide enough is enough and take up a new hobby. Streaming.

Today, as Matt anchors himself in his rolling chair, his eyes skim through the endless chats that flood his screen. Chris sits next to him, a vibrant and excited smile adorning his features.

This is their third consecutive day going live on Twitch. At first they went live to entertain and chat with their fans, but now they’re doing it to occupy their bored minds.

Chris’s eyes skim the chat, fixating on one message in particular. He subconsciously reads it aloud, “Is Y/n on tour with Nick? We miss her.”

After reading the comment, the chat was flooded with similar messages asking for you. Matt slumps into his chair, the mention of your name reminding him that it’s been a week since he’s seen you.

“Nah, she’s just busy with school right now,” Chris replies mindlessly, skimming for another comment to read.

A lot of the viewers noticed Matt’s mood shift. They noticed the way his eyes drooped and the way the corners of his mouth turned into a frown. They especially noticed the disassociated look he wore, mind traveling to a place only you could bring him out of.

“Matt,” Chris says, waving a hand in front of his brother’s face. No response. “Matt!” He tries again, louder this time. Matt still doesn’t respond, only coming back into reality when Chris violently shakes his shoulders.

“What, dude? What?!” Matt asks, annoyance evident in his tone.

“Your phone’s ringing.” Chris replies with an eye roll and a small scoff.

Suddenly the blaring ring registers in Matt’s mind as he pats his pockets in search of his phone. When he finally finds it, your name illuminated the screen.

“Who’s calling?” Chris asks, stretching out his neck in hopes of catching a nosy glimpse at the caller ID.

“Umm be right back chat. Y/n’s calling,” Matt says, words spewing out a mile a minute. He disappears from the room faster than ever, immediately pressing the phone to his ear.

“Hello?”

“Hey, baby.” Your voice is music to Matt’s ears. It feels like forever since he’s last heard it.

“Hey,” he murmurs, “everything okay?”

You hum in response, followed by a soft yawn.

“You sound tired. When are you coming home?” Matt asks, softly leaning against the wall. You’ve been at school all day stuck in lectures and studying, so Matt knows you need some well deserved rest.

“I’m on my way now. That’s why I called, wanted to see if you guys were hungry so I could pick up something to eat.”

The excitement that courses through Matt’s veins is unreal, winding him up with enough energy to last until tomorrow. He can’t wait to see you, hold you, kiss you, and make up for all the lost time.

“Whatever you want, baby,” he replies, pausing for a second to compose himself, “I just wanna see you.”

A warm smile graces your features and if Matt could see it he’d mirror your expression.

“I’ll be home soon don’t worry. How’s the stream going?”

“Huh?” For a second Matt forgot that he and his brother were live streaming for thousands of people.

“The stream. Aren’t you live with Chris right now?”

“Ohhh. It’s going… it’s going good.” Matt replies with a soft sigh.

Your smile is momentarily replaced with a frown. “It doesn’t sound like it’s going good. What’s wrong?”

Matt’s fingers pinch the bridge of his nose before gliding across his eyelids and massaging the tense nerves and muscles on his face. “It’s going fine. I just can’t focus. The chat keeps asking about you and it’s honestly making me really sad.”

A small chuckle escapes your lips. “Aww my poor baby. Can’t focus on Fortnite?”

“Not Fortnite.”

“Oops, sorry. Fall Guys?

“Y/n.” Matt warns, though he finds it slightly funny too.

“I’m joking, I’m joking. I’ll be home soon with some good food and open arms. We can cuddle and watch a movie, or do anything else you wanna do. Okay?”

Matt feels his spirit lighten up again, a cheeky smirk forming on his face. “Anything?”

“Don’t push it,” you laugh.

Just as Matt’s about to respond, he’s cut short by Chris calling his name from inside the room.

“Get back to your stream. I’ll be home soon, handsome.”

Matt’s lips form a silly pout you can’t even see as he replies, “But I wanna keep talking to you. Miss you so much.”

“MATT!” Chris calls again, this time much louder than the last.

“We’ll talk all you want when I get home. Now go! I have the stream pulled up on my computer and I think Chris is gonna start twerking,” you say, trying your best not to laugh.

“Holy fuck this kid,” Matt groans, face palming. “Alright baby, I love you. Drive safe.”

“I love you too,” you say through small giggles before hanging up.

When Matt renters the room, he’s not surprised to find Chris dancing for the camera. He pushes past him and settles back into his rolling chair wearing a huge, toothy smile.

“What did Y/n want?” Chris asks, briefly glancing at Matt as he switches from doing the griddy to shuffling across the room.

“Just asked if we were hungry,” Matt shrugs, attempting to act nonchalant, but there’s no hiding the newfound pep in his step.

“And it took you that long?”

“I was catching up with my girl. —Why the fuck are you still dancing?”

“Someone gifted,” Chris says, slightly breathless as he bops from corner to corner.

“Alright…” Matt shifts towards the computer, “What did I miss?”

He reads comments, expecting most of them to be about Chris and his absurd dancing skills, but he’s surprised to find that they’re all about you.

Some fans ask where you are, others ask what you’re doing, some speculate on the conversation you and Matt had, and others simply comment on how much happier Matt seems since talking to you.

All Matt can do is smile and patiently wait for you to arrive, ready to bombard you with kisses as soon as you step through the door.

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a/n: hi babies! Hope you enjoy this short oneshot! I know I haven’t updated or posted much in a longggg time but I honestly had writers block :P I’m trying to get into the habit of writing again, so bear with me pls. I have a lotttt of drafts (some that just need to be edited) so be expecting that soon! Luv you all 😚

- L.A.M.B🪽💝

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┌── •chris✧sturniolo• ──┐

his pace was ruthless, a newfound urgency in his thrusts.

the fabric of your shirt rustled against his sheets, his own brand shown on the front. something about the way you looked in it - fuck, it was driving chris crazy.

your body jolted on his bed, sounds emitting from your lips at every movement. the explicit sound of his hips smacking against yours filling his bedroom, telling anyone that were to come by his door what was going on between you two.

your nails rake down his pale back, eliciting harsh red marks on the skin. chris hisses, but it only seems to spur him on. his thrusts hit you deep, your eyes rolling back as pants leave your lips and occasional grunts leave his.

“fuck - y’look so good in my clothes, baby.” chris groans, breathing short and fast, so focused on fucking you with a purpose. his head moves down to your neck, grazing the tip of his nose along the skin, tickling it. before you could even process his actions - too fucked dumb to understand what else was going on - his lips part and press wet, hot kisses. a whine sounds from your throat as he sinks his teeth in, marking you with an ident of his teeth.

“my girl - shit!” chris moans, mouth open as he pants. he lifts his head up as he watches you, blue eyes trained on your pleasure filled expression. “my girl, my girl, my girl,” he repeats like a prayer as he feels the inevitable knot in his lower stomach. “you.. you take me so fuckin’ well, ma.” chris praises, a guttural groan leaving as you clench around him. “squeezin’ me so tight.”

one of his hands bunches up the bottom of your shirt, humming at the sight of the bold ‘FRESH LOVE’ text on it. It was like you were showcasing you were his by wearing this - his brand. not only that, but the marks on your body, that you let him - beg him - to give you only heightens his possessiveness. chris loves the way you’re so freely his, to show everyone that he’s your boyfriend, he’s the one that gets to see you like this - that gets to do you like this.

“want you to - to cum for me, mama.” chris pants, licking his lips as he watches you. by your reaction, he could tell you were close. he’s grown so accustomed to you and your body, he could read you like the back of his hand. he loved it.

“c’mon,” he exhales, the bed squeaking beneath you both as he pounds into you. “make a mess on my dick.” yes, sir.

your legs shake as you reach your high, moans of his name freely falling from your lips. chris gets off on it, the way your face scrunches up, the way his name sounds on your lips and the way your pussy eagerly sucks in his dick - he was done for.

chris groans as he cums, lips parted as he pants. he collapses on top of you, the both of your trying to catch your breath as your hand instinctively reaches up to rest on the back of his head.

“love when you wear my shit, ma.”

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requested!

my first chris blurb omg :)) probs my last blurb for a bit just because i wanna try and get some actual fics done!!

@mattybsgroupie <3

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