Switch (Chris Sturniolo —> Matt Sturniolo)
summary: you meet your dealer at 12am, just looking for a 3.5, your usual. he ends up walking you home, it’s late, dark and unsafe. completely unintentionally, you end up hooking up at your place. a week later, you bump into his triplet, matt, at a party, leading to another hookup.
includes: public sex?, softdom!matt, oral (m receiving)
The party’s loud. Music thumping so loud you could just about feel it through every vein coursing through your body. You and your best friend, Ruby, are leaned against a kitchen counter disappointed after having high expectations for the party, only for it to be a load of shit. You sip from your red solo cup, eyes scanning the room whilst you hear some guy talk about his sound cloud in the distance until your eyes land on him. Jackpot. Across the room, he’s leaned against the wall, half zoned out, half engaged in conversation. White shirt, black cargos, red solo cup filled with who knows what.
You straighten up and turn to Ruby. “I’m bored” you say, tilting your cup back, not taking your eyes off him. “And i’ve just found some entertainment” you turn to your best friend with a smirk.
She follows your line of vision until her eyes find him too. She chokes on her drink, as her eyes snap wide open.. “Are you serious?” she hisses. “You just fucked his brother last week?”
You shrug, unapologetic. “I’m allowed to switch” you wink and make your way over to matt.
You don’t even have a game plan. You don’t need one, not when you look the way you do. Not when Matt’s already looking at you with a smirk, leaned against a wall.
“You’re Chris’s girl?” was the first thing he said when you stopped in front of him.
“Just a customer” you correct, running your finger across the rim of your red solo cup.
Matt laughs, and nods his head slightly as he drags his eyes up and down your body. “Yeah, i’ve driven him to a few of those pickups” he gestures with his cup. “You’re the one with that one direction hoodie, right?”
“Guilty” you lean in, voice low. “Looked better out of it”
Matt blinks once, then smirks, head cocking slightly to the side. “Mm? Bet you did”
He’s looking you up and down now, slow and obvious. The way you like to be looked at. His tongue drags across his bottom lip before he takes a sip of his drink.
The second bathroom door locks, Matts on you. Hands on your waist, pushing you back until your back meets the counter, smirk already forming on his lips.
“You came here lookin’ so pretty” he murmurs tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “Thought I wasn’t going to something about it?”
You open your mouth to say something, something cocky maybe, but he’s already dropping his voice, fingers gripping your chin.
You blink, but your body listens faster than your mind. Your knees collide with the floor with a soft thud, whilst you’re still looking up at Matt. Matt’s already undoing his jeans, just enough for his dick to spring free, thick, flushed, leaking precum at the tip. He stroked it lazily, eyes fixated on you. He could’ve came from just that. He presses his tip to your bottom lip, silently asking you to open your mouth. And you do, slow and obedient, tongue flat, eyes never leaving his.
Matt groans under his breath, the sound low and wrecked as he slides into your mouth. “Fuck-”
He grabs a fistful of your hair. He doesn’t move right away, just lets the weight of him sit heavy on your tongue, savouring the way your lips look around him, how your eyes look when he presses deeper.
He starts slow, controlled. Moving your head back and forth whilst gripping your hair. Inch by inch, his dick presses deeper, touching the back of your throat.
“Fuck- you take it so well” he moans, guiding you gently, letting your mouth do the work.
Drool begins to pool around the sides of your mouth and drip down your chin, eyes fluttering as he fucks your throat, slow, deliberate thrusts. He watches it all. The way you gag, the way your eyes well up with tears, how your lips wrap around him, he watches it all.
“Look at you” he whispers. “So pretty like this”
You feel his cock twitch in your mouth, and his breathing getting heavier. He’s close.
The grip in your hair tightens slightly as he pulls your head back, his dick slipping from your mouth with a soft pop. A string of spit connects you, your chest heaving, lips swollen, chin slick.
“Get up” he pants. “C’mere- fuck- need to fuck you”
You’re on your feet before he can finish his sentence. He grabs your hips, spinning you around so your back faces him.
Your thong is pulled down with no remorse, and he lines himself up. Sliding the thick head of his cock through your soaked folds. He pushes in. Deep. Slow but steady, filling you inch by inch until he bottoms out. The stretch knocks the air from your lungs, eyes rolling back.
He starts to move, long, smooth strokes that build faster and rougher, until he’s driving into you, his hands grip your hips, steadying himself.
“You’re doing so good” he leans in, chest pressing against your back as he whispers. “Takin’ me so well”
Even whilst he’s fucking you senseless, he’s still so soft with his words. Praising you like you’re the best thing he’s ever touched.
You whimper, hand reaching up to cover your mouth, trying not to make a sound. And Matt? He sees it, feels it.
“S’okay” he whispers. “You can make a mess on my dick, let go”
And you do, when your body tenses and your moans fill the bathroom, Matt gasps, stutters, and follows right behind you.
Matt is still breathless, skin flushed, hands trembling slightly as he helps you pull your panties back up. You smooth your top down, cheeks warm, avoiding the mirror because you know you look freshly fucked.
He runs a hand through his curls, trying to tame them, then grabs the doorknob and glances back at you.
He unlocks the bathroom door and cracks it open, only to freeze instantly.
Then you hear it. The voice.
with lube and a throat ache, blake x
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