Matt “no panties?” as he bunches your sundress up around your hips, his fingers running along your folds before sliding them inside of your cunt. he just loves the easy access it provides Sturniolo
𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: established relationship, smut, choking/breath restriction, clit stimulation, unprotected piv, creampie implication, use of camera/voyeuristic elements, praise kink, light degradation, slight dacryphilia 𝐖𝐂: 1k
❛❛ 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐈𝐓 ❜❜
Sony Handycam DCR-PC105 MiniDV Camcorder with a tapeless setup.
a whole bunch of nonsense to anyone else, but to 𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑!𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐓 it felt like his entire life depended on getting one, or at least that’s what you gathered from the obsessive checking of the listing all fucking week.
the $600 price tag made your head hurt instantly, even if he kept insisting it was a steal. “mint condition, barely used if at all. original box, blah blah blah,” a steal.
“no, you’re not payin’ $600 for a fuckin’ camcorder, matt—” you’d snorted, watching the way his face fell.
“but it’s a DCR-PC105… do you even know how hard these are to find in decent condition?”
“yeah yeah, C-3PO, R2-D2,” you shrug. “it’s still a stupid amount of money for something that’s been out for like two decades.”
nothing could’ve prepared you for the silent treatment that followed. hell, you thought he’d crack within hours but he annoyingly didn’t.
four days later, he was still acting like you were just a coworker he had to tolerate, which, funnily enough, wasn’t far off if you stripped away the “two year relationship” label.
“be honest,” you mutter. “you don’t think i’m pissing off like half the world’s strong, independent women right now, do you?”
“mm, yes—but it’s matt. and it’s honestly beneficial for both of you anyway.”
“how so?”
“you can film on it, right? there’s definitely a market for that. like found footage porn would probably be a big—.”
“dottie, be serious.”
“i am. it’s a good thing vix, you’re supporting his interests…and your career. just make him work for it.”
“holy shit,” you whimper, matt’s thick fingers wrapped tight around the base of your throat, only allowing you to manage short, shaky breaths in your current position.
your left knee bent so far up it’s tickling your chin, his forearm pressing it there, holding you in place. his other hand grips the Sony Handycam, angled just right to capture the way your pussy grips his cock.
“yeahhhhh, thaaat's it, vi,” he praised, watching the way your cunt practically sucks him in on the tiny screen. “let me show ‘em how good you are to me.”
tears stream down your cheeks, mixing with drool and sweat, making your face a sticky, wet mess. your nails dig into the cushions, trying to find some way to ground yourself as matt continues to work for the stupidly expensive old camera you’re not entirely so against the purchase of anymore. the rough fabric of the couch scrapes against your back with every thrust, a slightly painful counterpoint to the pleasure building in your core.
“please,” you gasp out, the word barely audible past the restriction of your airway. “i can't—”
“can't what?” he grunts, shoving deeper, hitting that spot spongy spot inside you that makes your toes curl.
“can't take it? think you're doin' just fine, baby. just fine.” he shifts his grip on the camera, zooming in slightly, capturing the way your clit throbs with need, swollen and begging for attention. “play with yourself f’me. let 'em see you get off on my cock.”
your right hand, previously trapped under your body, slips free with some effort. trembling, you trail your fingers down your stomach, through the slick mess between your thighs. the first touch to your clit is overwhelming, enough to make your whole body jerk.
matt chuckles, a low throaty sound that vibrates through his chest into your heel rested against it.
“atta girl. you’re so sweet, always bein’ so kind to me huh?”
“please, can’t—,” you beg again, your words dissolving into a choked sob as your fingers circle your clit, the stimulation almost too much to bear, your eyes clamping shut.
“no no,” he tuts, letting go of the camera to grab your jaw, forcing you to look at him. “eyes on me when you're comin’.” the camera falls to the couch, forgotten but luckily for future matt, its lens still pointed at where your bodies are joined, continuing to record.
“c’mon pretty, wanna thank you so bad.” he whispers as he bends his head, his breath hot against your ear.
your free arm wraps around the back of his neck, fingers tangling in the damp curls at his nape, pulling him down into a desperate, clumsy kiss.
it ends up being less a kiss and more a collision of teeth and tongues. the new angle presses him even deeper inside you, his hand leaving your jaw, sliding down your body to join yours between your legs. he drapes himself over you, the weight of him a welcomed pressure.
his fingers cover yours, guiding them, applying a firmer pressure to your clit that has you arching off the couch.
"m’sorry for being an ass" he murmurs against your lips, the apology a low murmur only loud enough for the two of you to hear.
"just really like my cameras." he laughs softly and you can’t help but huff out your own between whimpers.
"it’s— s’okay— fuuuckkk, so close," you sob into the crook of his neck, your movements becoming erratic. "please, matt, please."
"i know, baby, i know," he soothes, his own rhythm faltering as he chases his own release. " c'mon, come for me."
with a final, desperate rub of your clit, a wave of white-hot pleasure washes over you, stealing your breath and making your vision go blurry. you cry out his name, your body convulsing around him, the feeling of your own slickness coating your fingers as you continue to grind against his hand, milking every last drop of sensation from the orgasm.
“thankyou… thankyou,” he mutters between soft pecks against your jaw.
his hips stuttering as his slows his pace, then he suddenly shifts his weight, pulling out of you with a wet sound that makes you flinch and the sudden emptiness feels foreign, a coolness replacing the warmth of him. he rolls off you, collapsing onto the cushion beside you with a heavy sigh.
the forgotten camera still blinking its red light a few feet away.
@/mattsstarlet has the same trope and it’s not very common (from what i’ve seen don’t hate me please) so anons here wanna start war i’m pretty sure 😭 but i just know she would eat this up! rose was weird af but she was some blog here who would literally make you give credit for even breathing or else she’d make sure your blog was reported by her stupid little minions. which is why anons push people to give others credits BUT i can say kitty (matt’s starlet) is super nice and i don’t k think she’d care if someone has the same trope as her 🩷 trust me i used to have a writing blog and anons wanted to start something with us
yes my moot lmk who it might’ve been about and i messaged them and hopefully my ass made sense😭 i was just under the impression we were supposed to credit for graphics and when i searched for this au in the tags multiple pornstar!matt/pornstar!chris’ popped up and ngl i ain’t scrolling through years of post.
also me calling it common was just that it’s been around in fanfics for awhile, i meant no harm mbmb 😭
https://www.tumblr.com/90ssum/814807679984975872/its-not-an-overused-trope-fren girl turn your anons off before they start tearing you apart over this shit. rose fucked up this app so bad 😭
mane im too high for this shit yall stressing me out💔 who tf is rose?
i think they’re talking about the pornstar!matt you just dropped
oh r u deadass? fr didn’t know it applied to commonly used tropes. haven’t had any issues with the other ones i’ve dropped n i don’t see my moots doing it ever. wasn’t aware of game 😭 mb fren who did it ?
𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖ 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐔𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐆 . . 𝄞ˎˊ˗ ˙ ⋮ ⌗ ─── 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐔𝐂𝐄𝐑!𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒 𓋰 𝐌𝐎𝐃𝐄𝐋!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 𖧧 ꒰ ⌗﹒ 📼⋆.° ꒱ ˳ 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐬 ▸ ⨾⨾ . . . off the record au ⋆ . ˚ 𝄢 . ˚ ꕀ ◌ . ݃ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬: toxic taboo content ❜ m. list
꒰ ﹕ 𝐃𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐄 . . . ꒱ ── high fashion alt model . balenciaga / rick owens / chrome hearts . polka dots . lives out of suitcases . chronic fatigue . long nails . snoopy’s #1 fan .
꒰ ﹕ 𝑪𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒 . . . ꒱ ── homebody . control freak . founder of fresh love entertainment . hates press . backwoods . private . possessive . noncommittal .
authors note :: my week was overly busy so it took forever but i finished them finally
credit :: to whoever dropped this trope here first, mb !
