Chrissturniolo

┌── •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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⸝⸝ BED CHEM — introducing story. 𓂃 (frat) fuckboy! chris x playgirl! reader . . . @mattscoquette for the plot ︎♡ @fawnchives @eternaldecisions @zweigsangel @mattslolita @chrisolivia4l

your relationship with chris was beyond complicated. there was no concrete definition that could be used to describe the two of you together, or rather, a chaotic explosion was the closest. you were known for being the heartthrob of your school, a damn player who made sure to keep her feelings out of the game — thinking only of herself selfishly while everyone fell off her feet effortlessly. chris, on the other hand, was pretty much the same. classic fratboy who only thought about fucking and surrounding himself with bodies curvy enough to satisfy his hormonal boy needs.

precisely for that reason, his name was not unknown to you, nor yours to him. but you were never intrigued enough to want to know more. never enough to actually want to go beyond the usual information you had: the an annoying and cocky whoremonger he was. what ultimately lured you into the trap, however, were his parties that everyone was talking about. you weren't someone who liked to miss out on fun, so that's how you found yourself in the bear's den.

as you made your way inside the noisy party with your friends next to you, already rolling your eyes at the insistent smell of weed — something you had never tried before, chris's friends had already noticed you right away. a thin whistle escaped nathan's lips, and he nudged the boy next to him. "what is she doin’ at your party?" he asked curiously, raising an eyebrow as he took in chris's smug expression. "why wouldn't she be there? she must have heard how fuckin’ good my parties are" he shrugged, leaning against the back of the seat as he took a quick sip of his drink. his eyes couldn't help but slide over your inviting body, and damn if you weren't a sight to his hungry gaze. he kind of understood the reason for all that hype you had, he couldn't deny it. even though he would rather die than admit it.

“i bet is fire” chris added, snapping out of his own thoughts regarding you as he turned to look back at nate, who made a confused face. "what?" he asked, making the other boy chuckle. "the pussy, dude. i bet the pussys fire" he had no damn filter, and in response nate could only shake his head at that bluntness.

another friend of his immediately laughed at what he said, before holding out his hand so he could dap it. "and i wonder why you haven't hit that yet" chris rolled his eyes, hitting his hand as he shook his head. "keep wonderin’, cause i don’t think it’s gon happen" he scoffed, giving you another quick glance. realistically speaking, he didn't believe what he was saying either. the whole damn institute kept talking about how you'd both end up in the same bed sooner or later, and chris was kinda looking forward it — even if he shouldn’t.

"wanna bet?" they asked playfully, making him raise an eyebrow as he completely finished his drink, before leaving the empty glass on a table that would soon be forgotten about. he loved betting, he always did, but he couldn't help but feel restless knowing it involved you. "it depends," he shrugged. “we’ll see how tonight goes, guys”

and then, casually, he found himself getting up from the couch he was so comfortable on while he completely ignored the smug and knowing looks of his group, deciding to walk directly in your direction without even thinking ‘bout it twice. you were prettily leaning against the bar counter, your long fingers wrapped around a drink that he couldn't quite understand due to the lights, while you were talking animatedly with another girl who was listening with total interest. with a quick glance, he noticed that the glass was practically almost empty from how fast you were drinking, so with a smooth move of his body he placed himself right next to you on that counter, looking at you with an annoying smirk of his. "can i offer you another?" he nodded towards the drink, tilting his head.

your reaction was immediate, one eyebrow raised as you looked him up and down in a manner that made him subtly chuckle. "i'm good," you said simply, offering him a fake smile — your glossy lips shining completely under the insistent lights reflecting off them. his gaze automatically fell on them, licking his own as he nodded. "too bad. it was a way of showing you my gratitude for being here" he let out a disappointed sigh, although it was clearly ironic given how he kept giving you that unshakeable smirk. "it was a surprise, you know? seeing you here n shit"

you rolled your eyes, huffing as you placed the glass on the counter. "i felt generous and decided to make this party less boring, that’s all" that made him put a hand on his chest while he pretended to be more than offended. "so that's what you think of my parties, huh? you offend me" he simply said, shaking his head as he leaned his elbows further into the surface and gestured for the barman to come closer, then actually ordered a drink for himself and another one for you.

"who asked you that?" you asked rhetorically, narrowing your eyes. your clear irritation made him enjoy himself far too much, and it only contributed to making you feel worse as you tried to look anywhere but in his direction, with him just busy at eating you with his eyes. your friend had thought of leaving with a poor excuse, and in your head you were already thinking about how to kill her for having done this — unaware that the tension, from the outside, was simply too much. "jesus, can't i just be generous? you needa losen up a bit" chris playfully pushed you off your shoulder, before you wiped the spot he touched lightly with your fingertips in response. “dumbass”

as soon as your drinks arrived you finally enjoyed the fact that he had gone quiet, leaving you in your own little world while with one sip you had downed half the liquid in the glass. his eyes fell on the way your throat moved at that, and he couldn't help but smirk. "dayum, slow down" he broke the silence, deciding not-very-intelligently to take the glass out of your fingers to try.

"dont—”you tried to say, making a disgusted face at the fact that he had already placed his lips on your glass. chris raised an eyebrow at your expression, handing you the drink back. "what?" he found himself asking, licking his lips again to remove the excess alcohol from them. “it’s disgusting and unsanitary” was your simple response, shaking your head as you set the glass down on the surface of the counter.

that was his turn to roll his eyes, moving slightly closer to you as he tilted his head. "was it?" his tone of voice was lower than before, though your reaction to that was internal — remaining stoic on the outside. “yeah” you nodded. chris hummed, before shrugging. "maybe i should have tried straight from your lips, now that i think about it."

you remained silent for a moment, almost taken aback by his sudden and radical change in behavior while you really fought not to take your eyes off his, not wanting to let him win at all. “like i’d let you do it” you cleared your throat, running a hand through your hair.

“yeah? you wouldn’t?”

“never”

“that’s bullshit. i know you want me” he was so sure of yourself that you wanted to slap him. the palms of your hands hurt from how much you wanted to as you took a deep breath and closed your eyes briefly, before reopening them just to find his face just a breath away from yours. “christopher” you muttered, holding up a hand.

he practically rabbed the wrist of that hand, before dragging you, and quickly, into the first bathroom he could find. probably the worst of them all, the light from it barely illuminated those suffocating walls, but he didn't care. he made you lean against the door while his body, visibly larger than yours, pinned you against it to prevent you from moving, that closeness gave you a glimpse of his dior sauvage which immediately made you dizzy. you hated it. “i’ll scream if you don’t lemme go” you threatened, though your words were useless. “go ahead. they’re probably gonna think we already got into it” you were about to lose your mind.

suddenly his lips moved across your jaw slowly, tracing the sharp line of it as his hands gripped your waist a little too tightly. “i know you want me. i know it. so stop playin hard to get” and with that, his lips found yours in an almost painful (painfully good) kiss. it was a quick battle of tongues and teeth, domineering hands making room on your body like it belonged to him, just like your fingers clung to his shirt. the urgency of those touches was so familiar that you wanted to drown in it, and you didn't want it to ever end because you liked it a little too much. his tongue insistently fought with yours for dominance, and you didn't even try to do it back because you wanted to surrender to him completely. and you did.

there wasn't a minimum of space between your bodies, completely attached to each other. chris raised his knee slightly, teasingly pressing into your heat as your mewl for that was stifled in the kiss. he moved it just a little, almost completely still, but it was the simple pressure that had made you clench around nothing instantly.

he didn’t want to keep teasing, tho. the zipper on your dress was looking a little too complicated to undo, like it was stuck or something, and patience was the first thing he was lacking right now. so he thought well of tearing it away from you, making you whine into the kiss. you wanted to pull away, see what the fuck he had done, but a hand wrapped around your neck quickly stopped you from doing so as he continued to devour you completely.

it seemed like he was starving, and you were enjoying it a little too much. choosing matching lingerie was the right move, because as soon as he broke away from the kiss, a small groan escaped his lips at the sight of your body — your dress already pooling down your feet. he couldn't stop touching you, he wouldn’t. in the meantime your fingers had already lowered the zip of his jeans, the rush had completely clouded both of your brains.

“please” you breathed out as you watched him pull down his boxers with one hand as he helped your legs wrap around his waist with the other. he smirked a little at how you begged him, humming as two thick fingers moved to push aside those revealing panties you were wearing. he started by teasing your entrance lightly with the tip of them, watching you squirm against him as your back arched. “i gotchu, baby, jus’ stay still f’me” he murmured against your ear, before slowly sliding a finger in. your warm walls tightly wrapped around his finger, and he quickly added another so he could stretch you out properly. he moved them right away at a fairly fast pace, just the sound of your moans, which you tried to keep low, were music to his ears. “fuck, yes” your lips were parted as you pulled your head back against the wall. those fingers were a kind of forbidden paradise.

his fingers then curled against your gummy walls, and you were unable to do anything but whimper and cry as you already neared your orgasm. “m’gonna- chris” you moaned and moaned again, body starting to tremble as you felt a not so familiar coil building up in your stomach. but he quickly shook his head at that, removing his fingers from your tight heat as a whine of protest emitted from your throat as you felt the coil slowly subside. “you can only get to cum on my fuckin cock, doll. only that for tonight”

simple words before he filled you up immediately, his length reaching deep inside you and drawing out a soundless scream. “mhm, like that” he praised lowly, biting his lower lip as he took in your fucked up face. chris started off rough, fucking into you like he didn’t care about anything else at all. his hips slammed bruisingly against yours, cock bullying its way deeper in you.

you were a mess at that point. head foggy, loud sobs and incoherent moans of his name spilling past your lips like it was a damn prayer. “chris-chris, god” you mewled as your fingers gripped his shoulders tightly, manicured nails digging into the skin until you were sure it hurt. “don’t stop” he had no intention of doing so.

if anything, his movements only sped up, making him groan again as your walls squeezed him so deliciously — as if they'd just been waiting for his cock all along. “there we go, yeah. so fuckin’ good” he cooed. “you fuckin love this. isn’t that right, baby? huh?” his other hand moved to wrap around your neck again, forcing your watery eyes to meet his. “mhm” you cried out in response.

stars clouded your vision and your toes curled as you definitely neared your release. “m’gonna cum, please let me. feelin it so good” you moaned in between broken mewls. “yes, yes baby” his voice was so raspy as he neared his own high as well, thrusts becoming slow and hard.

it was not long before your body quivered, pussy tightening as you came all over his cock, chris just following after you. but he knew better than to cum into you. he really did. so he was quick to slid out of you with a groan as his body spasmed, fist halting around his cock as his cum spilled onto his tensed abs in hot spurts.

you were both exhausted as you breathed heavily, your legs had tightened their grip around his body to keep from falling — as you were sure you had no stability. thin layers of sweat coated your skin as they lightly touched each other, your mind already filling with thoughts of how the fuck you were going to walk out of the club in a torn dress, while his simply focused on the fact that he was right when he said that pussy was fire.

yeah, you were definitely something too much, but your bed chem was undeniable.

“what?” you repeated, looking at matt as he innocently sat across the couch from you, twiddling with his thumbs.

“do you remember the safe word we made up?” he repeated, his gaze moving from his fidgety hands to your eyes, looking at you pleadingly over the frames of his black-rimmed glasses.

you and matt had a great sex life, for sure, but it was never really rough or intense. you and matt decided to make safe word in the beginning of your relationship, but never really found a use for it. until, that is, matt thought of a reason today.

you slowly nodded. “it was apple, right?” - matt shook his head in agreement- “why?”

“can… can we trying something?” he asked quietly, scooting closer to you.

which is how you ended up in your position now- matt sat on the floor in between your spread legs as you sprawled out on the couch, your shorts tossed somewhere behind you as matt kissed your inner thigh, slowly tugging your panties down.

“all you gotta do is be loud for me” he murmured against the plush skin of your thigh, “i wanna know how good i’m makin’ you feel. i’ll stop when you say the word.”

you nodded, already lost in the feeling of matt’s lips and tongue against you, and he wasn’t even where you needed him most yet. he slipped the silk panties off of your legs, looking up at you with wide eyes before leaning in, licking a long stripe up your slick folds.

you whined in response, your hands instinctively threading their way through matt’s messy brown hair, gripping tightly as he moaned against you.

“keep doing that,” he mumbled, his tongue running up and down wet cunt teasingly, “it feels good.”

throwing your head back, you slurred out a small okay as matt continued to work his tongue against you, spreading your thighs apart further as he delved even deeper in, practically suffocating himself against your pussy.

“matt,” you gasped, trying to push his head away, his glasses beginning to dig into you. you reached down to the frames, tugging the plastic his face as he looked up at you quizzically, his tongue never stopping. “hurts.” you told him.

“sorry, baby,” he groaned softly from in between your legs, taking his fingers as he teasingly traced outside of your folds, before slipping them in, thrusting in and out as he began sucking on your clit.

you gasped, tugging even harder on his hair, burying his face deeper into your pussy. “close,” you whined, “please, i wan’to cum.”

never slowing down, matt continued fucking you with his to his tongue, bringing you over the edge. you came all over matt’s tongue, coating his lips and chin with your arousal as he moaned against you, his tongue lapping around your folds in a means to clean you up. “tastes s’good, baby, gimmie another.”

inspired by this post from my inbox

© mattscoquette

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.

~

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🤍

- 𝑺𝒂𝒈𝒆 ♡

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dealer!chris headcannons!

dealer!chris who always discounts way too much for you.

"its on me."

"what? this is like 50 bucks worth.."

dealer!chris who makes sex jokes to you all the time.

"what? keep arguing and i'll put that mouth to better use."

"i'll bend you over that table if u don't shutup."

dealer!chris who refuses to give you any hard drugs.

"u got coke?"

"u got a brain? not happening."

dealer!chris who always comes over after deals.

dealer!chris who is possessive but unloyal.

"your mine. don't let anyone think different."

"you fucked another girl last night."

dealer!chris who your arguing with 24/7.

"and you just act like im nothing after your done!"

"when did i say you were nothing to me?!"

"you dont need to fucking say it!"

dealer!chris who expects you to stay single and wait for him.

dealer!chris who is clingy when he's drunk or high.

"hi baby! i missed you!!"

"chris move you stink."

dealer!chris who goes for any guy who tries to get you.

"you tryna hit on my girl?!"

"i-"

"chris leave him alone.."

dealer!chris who hurts anyone who hurts you.

dealer!chris who doesn't let you work.

"and i've got an interview-"

"cancel it."

dealer!chris who comes over late at night to fuck.

"you up?"

"i am now you were hitting my window."

dealer!chris who is always rough.

"take it. good girl. so tight for me."

"chris! too much- too much!"

dealer!chris who never uses protection.

"gonna fill you with my babies huh? go on let go."

dealer!chris who has dissapeared when u wake up the morning after.

dealer!chris who would rather die then bring you to a deal.

"ill drop u home first."

"just take me with u.."

"your funny sweetie."

dealer!chris who doesn't let you go overboard with your orders.

"can i have a few grams of-"

"a gram per day for you unfortunately princess."

"what? since when?"

dealer!chris who watches you like a hawk at party's.

dealer!chris who looks after you while your drunk.

"yep..good girl just- get it out of you.."

dealer!chris who ends up staying loyal just for you.

"what? i blocked them all."

"shutup..ur serious..?"

dealer!chris who finds out your pregnant before you do.

"look at your cute bump."

"what? im not pregnant.."

"morning sickness? cravings? tiredness?"

"oh shit.."

dealer!chris who does all his research for you.

"it says..you've got an hour to live."

"what??"

"im messing with u."

dealer!chris who is trying to get out of dealing for you and the baby.

dealer!chris who doesn't let you do too much.

"nuh uh. pass me that, its heavy."

dealer!chris who refuses to let the doctors stress you out at birth.

dealer!chris who only ever cried infront of you when you gave birth to his baby.

"oh my god..im so proud of you. she's beautiful."

"are you okay..?"

"yeah..the onions from the cafeteria.."

"sure buddy.."

"wow..im a dad.."

dealer!chris who will not let anything happen to his family.

a/n: not sure how i feel abt this but i need to start writing my new series :)

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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.