This Shit Is Killing Me So Bad

this shit is killing me so bad

apparently i said to @joaosfelix a few months ago...guys i say so much outta pocket shit to errybody about this man that i can't even remember it all 😔

Oh my tod guys i cant

shy!matt wearing his glasses always does something to you. @bernardsbendystraws for you

there's just something about matt when he wears his glasses; the thin, metallic frames resting on the bridge of his nose, accentuating the sharp angles of his face. strands of tousled hair fall behind the lenses, brushing softly against his eyes.

he's seated across from you at the kitchen table, the morning light filtering through the window, casting a soft glow around him. in one hand, he holds his phone, scrolling absentmindedly, while the other cradles a spoon, dipping into a bowl of cereal, completely oblivious to the way you're practically salivating over him.

you watch intently as he drops his spoon into the bowl with a soft clink, pushing his glasses back up the bridge of his nose where they've slipped down. in a casual movement, he runs his fingers through his hair, the motion causing his shirt to ride up, revealing the sliver of skin on his stomach. you try to tear your gaze away, but it's impossible; the sight pulls you in even more.

then, as if sensing your attention, matt's gentle blue eyes flicker towards you. a soft blush creeps across his lips as he pulls his shirt down as if to cover himself, offering you a shy smile that sends your hear racing before he returns his focus to his phone.

you can't hold back any longer; the urge to have him is overwhelming. in a sudden rush, you push your chair back with a loud squeak that reverberates through the quiet kitchen, causing matt to jerks in surprise at your unexpected movement and sound, and his eyes widen as he watches you drop down to your knees beneath the table.

the coolness of the floor sends a shiver up your spine as you crawl towards him, and when you reach him, your fingers immediately get to work, pulling his cock out of his pajama pants with a rush.

"wh...what are you do—oh." matt cuts himself off as you take his cock down his throat until your nose is pressed against him. his phone clutters to the table in shock, a shaky, breathless moan leaving his lips as you swallow thickly around him before bobbing your head.

you glance up at him with your cheeks full, seeing his head thrown back and glasses foggy, his jaw slack. you swallow around him again, your throat contracting around his tip, and matt's body jerks, his hips lifting off of the seat to press his cock further down, causing you to gag around him.

you move to pull off his cock to get the air flowing back into your lungs and jerk him off for a bit, but matt splutters out a whine, cupping your cheeks and pulling your head back down, slotting his cock back inside your mouth and grinding his hips against your face.

"don't.. don't move," matt breathes out, taking a daring peek down at you through foggy lenses, vision slightly blurred. he snaps his gaze back up, leaning his head back as he continues lazily thrusting his hips into the warmth of your mouth. "please... don't move."

© STURNIOZ

me im afriad

bro the triplets need to do a bowling video so i can see them fingers in the HOLES

i need more

TUTOR! MATT X POPULAR! SWEET! READER SCENARIO

matt was busy. like, really busy. so busy that not even the announcement of a party where there would be free alcohol would have moved him from that strangely comfortable chair.

his eyes, more than anything, were busy. focused almost obsessively on the tortuous cleavage that your tiny and ridiculously tight top offered. in a far, far back part of his mind he wondered how the school allowed such clothing. but he didn't care, in fact, he was grateful. fuckin’ grateful because he could enjoy the way your generous tits bounced with every little movement you made, how they rose up slightly when you folded your arms under them in a moment of frustration because you couldn't get a particularly difficult french word out. he was envious of the cute little bow on the front that brushed against the soft skin of your chest, wishing it were his fingers instead, even though they would be anything but delicate.

matt was busy and distracted at that moment. he wasn't understanding anything of what you were sweetly saying even though he had to be the one teaching you the things he had learned 25 minutes before. was it really necessary for you to wear such provocative clothes? doing it with innocence, too. because from your blank look he could tell that you didn't understand the effect you were having on him at all. god, you drove him crazy. he felt his pants becoming impossibly tight and—

“matt?”

your cute lil voice reached his ears, making him finally look up from your breasts as his eyes met yours. he didn't apologize for the distraction, and with a nod he simply signaled you to continue with what you wanted to say. he probably embarrassed himself, but his mother taught him that beautiful things should be looked at.

“i asked if the pronunce was okay” you said with a small giggle, brushing your hair out of your face as you briefly looked back over the book that was on the white table. that made him hum, a smirk decorating his lips. "yeah, absolutely. they're— it was perfect" it was inevitable that he looked at your tits again as he spoke. "it's obvious that further practice is needed, though. but you’re a quick learner, dollface"

the lethal combo of the nickname, that sounded a little too appealing coming from his mouth, and the way he leaned back in his chair and blatantly adjusted his pants — not missing the way your eyes immediately fell on the movement, made you flustered. and his smirk only grew. matt sturniolo was about to fucking ruin you, and he couldn't wait.

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Bring back my pale sick looking baby with his long hair please 💖💖💖

sobbing so hard rn

clingy chris SAVE ME

clingy!chris x reader

contains; established relationship, clingy boyfriend, fluff :)

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chris groaned in his sleep as he held on tighter to you, his face nuzzled into your neck.

you were unfortunately trapped under him, the man was squashing you.

‘cause he apparently can’t “fall asleep without you close to him.”

it wasn’t that much of a problem earlier, when you two fell asleep cuddling each other, but you woke up having to pee, and he was clinging to you like a monkey.

you tried to slowly move out of his grasp, but he pulled you even closer to him, and you let out a strained gasp.

“mm-mm.” he mumbled in his sleep, shaking his head no unconsciously, when you tapped his head with your finger.

“chris—” you groaned, trying to wake him up gently.

“..hmm?” he mumbled out again, his voice hoarse from sleep as his eyes fluttered open.

“you’re—squishing—me—” you strained, your eyes pressed shut as you tried to push him off of you.

he let out a sleepy chuckle, slowly rolling over to his side of the bed, his eyes half-open. “mm.. my bad.”

you finally took in a gasp of air, sitting up. and once you did, he was already reaching over to cuddle you, before you let out a “uh-uh. i have to pee.”

he let out a whine as he watched you get up and head to his bathroom. “noo.. don’t leave me.”

“dude, it’s just for a second.” you chuckled out, shutting the door.

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you came out literally like a few minutes later, (which felt like years to chris...)

you shut the door behind you as you crawled back into bed, but you didn’t even get to fully get on the bed before chris pulled you into his arms and rested his face in your neck.

“..mine.” he mumbled out, placing kisses on your skin.

“couldn’t even last a few seconds without me, huh?” you teased, smirking down at him.

but he shut you up by lifting his head up and placing a kiss on your lips, humming against you.

what were you gonna do with him?

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