♑︎ ✧ 16. bi. lip combos. velvet soul. soft spoken. cold hands. midnight eyes. cats. deftones. leather jacket. black eyeshadow. arctic monkeys. vintage perfume. italy. sharp tongue. highlighter. “i’m fine.” pomegranate. haunted playlists. reads people too well. black nails. long hair. gold jewelry. loves in silence. only opens up at 1:47 a.m. black. glassy eyes. “elle.” whispers her favorite lyrics. only looks at you when you’re not looking.
ⓘ this takes place a few days after «these text messages»!
Matt’s sitting at his desk in his home office as of right now, trying to get some work done but his mind is literally blank. He’s been staring at one of his student’s assignments on his laptop for a while now, brows furrowed and fingers tapping the palmrest. His blue-light glasses are perched on his nose, somewhat helping to reduce his headache.
After a while, he sighs heavily and slumps back against his chair, taking his glasses off and running his hand down his face. He’s been in this slump for a few days now and no matter what he tried he couldn’t get himself out of it.
Matt’s mind kept drifting back to you and the last time you texted him. He knew he was too harsh and he wished he could take it back but it was the right thing to do. Right?
But maybe he should just give you a call. Maybe ask how you’re doing—or something like that.
He fishes his phone out of his pocket and scrolls through his contacts until he finds your number. His finger hovers over the call button, hesitating. Should he really call you? After what he said about stopping all this? He shouldn’t... He really shouldn’t. But his finger taps the call button anyway, and he watches with batted breath as the call goes through.
"Prof? Uhm, is something wrong? Do you need anything?" You ask, blinking. You’re obviously confused as to why he’s suddenly calling you. An awkward silence fills the air as neither of you speak, both of you waiting for the other to speak first.
Matt feels his heart beginning to race just from hearing your voice, and he clears his throat, his voice hoarser than usual. "Yeah... It’s me." He murmurs, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. "I just... What are you doing right now?" He hates how nervous he sounds. He’s always the composed one so why is he acting like this now?
"Oh, uh... I’m watching a movie... What about you?" You didn’t know if you should freak out or act nonchalant. Matt never called you out of the blue—especially not to ask you something as simple as what you were doing.
Matt scratches his jaw, his stubble already having grown out, as he nods thoughtfully at your answer even though you can’t see him. He shrugs helplessly, looking back at his laptop. "Just... doing some work." He says, casually, as if his mind isn’t racing with what to say next.
"Right..." You hum, absentmindedly playing with the hem of your t-shirt. You didn’t know what else to say more. It’s not like you hated talking to him, it was quite the opposite, but your mind was racing and short-circuiting at the same time, creating a jumbled mess of strong feelings and confusion.
"Do you want to come over?" Matt suddenly suggests, immediately regretting it the moment the question left his lips. Still, he didn’t want to show how damn uncharacteristically all over the place he was at the moment so he stayed quiet and waited for your answer.
Your answer came quickly, a little too quickly, making Matt smirk. "Yeah, sure."
"You know what, I’ll pick you up instead. You said before that you wanted to go out with me and since I have nothing to do right now I’ll take you out. Wear something nice." He says and ends the call, not even waiting to hear your reply, blatantly ignoring the fact that he has dozens of assignments waiting to be checked and instead closes his laptop before standing up from his chair.
You stare at your phone screen, disbelieved. Did you hear that wrong or did he just say he’ll take you out?
As giddy as you feel, you can't help but wonder why he’s acting like this, especially after saying he wants to end things. But you shake off the thought and begin dressing, a smile on your lips that you can’t wipe off no matter how hard you try.
And Matt? He’s driving to the dorm, trying to calm himself down. "I’m just taking her out to eat. Probably. Nothing serious." He whispers to himself, trying to convince himself that he isn’t too deep into this, that he isn’t beginning to grow feelings for his student.
But in the back of his mind he knows he has already fallen.
• age gap dad's best friend chris strip club (let me know)
Sugar’s always been the good girl in her daddy’s eyes. She moved back home a year ago, said she was bartending at some downtown lounge, kept her head down, and smiled real sweet at Sunday dinners. What Daddy doesn’t know is she spends her nights under stage lights at Pillow Talk, draped in rhinestones and satin, dancing for men who pay to touch but never get to keep.
Chris? He was her dad’s best friend. Used to ruffle her hair and call her kiddo when she was all braces and glitter nail polish. But now he’s back in town, rich and rough around the edges, and when he books a private room at Pillow Talk, he doesn’t recognise her—doesn’t even think to. Not until the next night, when she opens the front door in a sundress and says, all sugary sweet:
❝Hi, Mr. Sturniolo.❞
ˇ ⋆ ╱ 𝓢𝐔𝐆𝐀𝐑 ──── introduction ⋆. ꒱
• Her stage name came from a regular who said she looked ❝sweet enough to rot teeth.❞ No touching without permission… and no one gets permission. She tells her dad she bartends at a quiet lounge uptown. Sugar doesn’t fuck her clients, but she’s ruined plenty of them anyway. Sugar once got followed to her car. Chris handled that.
babydoll curious glossy lace forbidden pink and black heels diva seductive chic opulence the reason he tips extra affectionate flirtatious clumsy but cute teasing body made to worship untouchable dirty secret after hours fantasy teasing sugar cookies playful shameless voice like sin easily bored pouty long lashes teasing silk sheets eye contact lingerie as clothes
ˇ ⋆ ╱ 𝓒𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐎 ──── introduction ⋆. ꒱
• older chris has more money than sense and more secrets than friends dominant sharp jaw colder smile but warm hands when they’re on your hips lonely in that quiet, brutal way rich men get obsessive power in his voice, shame in his silences stoic controlling leather seats, a black card, and a girl he’s not supposed to want private always watching always tipping always hard there’s a gun in his glove box and your panties in his back pocket rough around the edges intensely loyal secretly soft for you protective possessive big hands, veiny and warm, with blunt fingers and calloused palms refined
˖ 𓂃 . ࣪ ❝ You really think I won’t ruin you just ’cause your daddy’s in the next room? . ៶៶ׄ
╱ ‧ ˚ ꪆ Then do it, Chris. Make me cry about it. ❞ ˇ⋆
Summary: You’ve always had a small crush on your sister’s boyfriend. But you never acted on it, not until this summer, after you found out some things that changed everything.
Warnings: long plot?, cheating (I don’t condone cheating this is all fiction), teasing, age gap (Matt is 22 reader 18), virgin!reader, oral, lowkey mean!sister, kissing, first orgasm, fingering, pet names, almost caught.
A/n: idk why this took to long sorryy, I hope you guys like it! There will be a part 2! Maybe a bit more spicy…
Word count: 4209
You’ve always had a small crush on Matt Sturniolo. Not in a serious way, just one of those quiet, innocent feelings you keep to yourself. He’s your sister’s boyfriend, after all. Off limits. But still, he’s the only one who’s ever really paid attention to you. He remembers the little things, asks how your day is going, actually listens. Your sister barely does any of that. She’s distant, cold, always annoyed, with you, with him, with everything. So yeah, maybe deep down, you wished Matt was yours.
You’re heading to the cabin early just you, your sister, and Matt. Your parents won’t be arriving for a few more days, so it’ll just be the three of you for a while. It’s supposed to be a relaxing start to summer, until you find out something you weren’t supposed to.
A few nights before the trip, you overheard your sister on the phone where she mentioned she cheated on Matt. She doesn’t know you heard. And Matt still has no clue. Since then, you haven’t been able to act the same around Matt. Everything feels different and confusing.
Later
The cabin is quiet, the only sounds coming from the chirping birds outside and the gentle rustling of leaves. You're sitting on the porch swing, watching Matt carry in the last of the bags from the car. He looks up and catches your eye, giving you a warm smile that makes your heart flutter.
Matt walks over to you, and sets down the bags. "Hey," he says softly, sitting down next to you on the swing. "You okay? You've been quiet since we got here." He nudges your shoulder gently with his own.
Your sister walks out onto the porch just then, overhearing Matt's question to you. She rolls her eyes and interrupts before you can answer. "She's fine, she's always quiet, Matt. Get used to it."
Matt looks between you and your sister, a faint frown on his face. He seems a bit taken aback by her dismissive tone.
“Yeah… yeah I’m fine, just a bit car sick.” You try to brush it off, not wanting to cause any tension. “I’ll go set up my room” You stand up and leave.
You head inside, the cabin still smells like old wood and summer air. You walk down the short hallway to the room you always stay in.
You set your bag down on the bed and sink into the mattress, letting out a slow breath.
You’re not even sure why you lied. You’re not car sick. You just can’t look Matt in the eyes right now.
Not when you know what you know.
Not when he’s still smiling at your sister like she deserves him.
After a few hours, you get hungry and decide to head to the kitchen.
You open your door quietly, stepping into the hallway.
Just as you do, Matt walks out of the bathroom, fresh from the shower, hair damp, a towel slung low around his hips. You freeze mid-step.
He notices you and pauses, a little surprised. “Hey,” he says, a small smile on his face.
Matt's towel is wrapped around his waist, but beads of water are still dripping down his chest and abs. He runs a hand through his wet hair, leaving it slightly messy.
Your heart races as you take in the sight of him. The way the towel barely covers his hips, the muscles of his chest and arms on full display. You feel a warmth spread through your body, a feeling you've never experienced before. You swallow hard, trying to find your voice.
"Uh..." You stammer, your face turning red. You quickly avert your eyes, not wanting him to see the sudden flush on your cheeks or the way your heart is pounding in your chest. "I was just gonna get something to eat."
Matt chuckles softly, seeming to find your reaction adorable. "Help yourself," he says, continuing to walk down the hall towards the bedroom he shares with your sister.
As he walks away, you can't help but steal one last glance at his back and the way the towel hangs low on his hips. You let out a shaky breath and quickly make your way to the kitchen, your mind racing with thoughts you shouldn't be having about your sister's boyfriend.
You grab a soda from the fridge and some chips from the cabinet, trying to focus on anything other than the image of Matt half-naked. You sit down at the kitchen table, taking a big gulp of your soda. Suddenly, you hear some screaming from the bedroom.
The screaming is followed by loud arguing voices - your sister's high-pitched shrill and Matt's deep, frustrated tone. You tense up, recognizing the signs of another one of their fights. This has been happening more frequently lately.
You sit there for a few minutes, listening to the argument escalate. Suddenly, there's silence. And Matt comes out of the bedroom, now dressed, with a pillow in his hand and shuts the door behind.
He sees you sitting at the table and pauses briefly before walking over to the couch. He throws himself down on it, running his fingers through his hair in frustration.
"You okay?" You ask softly, genuinely concerned. The argument was loud and intense. Matt looks over at you, his expression tired and annoyed. "I'm fine," he snaps, but there's no real anger in his voice, just frustration. He lays back on the couch, staring at the ceiling.
You hesitate for a moment before getting up from your chair and walking over to him. ”You can have these.” You say softly as you leave the chips on the coffee table. “I’ll go get you a blanket”
Matt's expression softens slightly as you hand him the chips and offer to get him a blanket. "Thanks..." he murmurs, seemingly caught off guard by your kindness. He's touched by your thoughtful gesture, especially after the fight he just had with your sister. As you return with the blanket, he sits up and takes it from you, he lets out a heavy sigh. "You shouldn't hear all that shit," he adds quietly, as if realizing you probably caught most of their argument.
You shrug, trying to downplay it. "It's fine…I'm used to it," you admit quietly, looking down. "You two fight a lot lately." You bite your lip, debating whether to say more, but you decide not to. “Goodnight” you softly mumble as you head to your room.
Matt nods slowly, taking in your words. He knows their relationship has been strained, but he didn't realize it was that noticeable. He opens his mouth as if to say something, but then closes it again, seeming to think better of it. Instead, he just nods slightly. "Goodnight," he replies softly, watching as you head to your room.
The next morning, Matt is already awake and sitting at the kitchen table when you come downstairs. He's drinking coffee and scrolling on his phone, but he looks up as you enter. "Morning," he says, his voice a bit gruff from sleep but carrying a warmth that wasn't there yesterday.
You pour yourself a cup of coffee and sit down across from him, trying to act casual. "Morning," you reply softly, taking a sip. The tension from last night seems to have dissipated, but there's still an underlying awkwardness between you both. “Where’s my sister?”
"She left early," Matt answers briefly, running a hand through his messy hair. "Had some errands to run." He avoids your gaze, focusing on his phone instead. There's a pause before he adds, "She won't be back till late." Another silence falls between you two.
You nod, taking another sip of your coffee. The house feels oddly quiet without your sister around, and the tension with Matt is making the atmosphere even more uncomfortable. You set your mug down and fidget with the hem of your shirt, debating whether to say something to break the ice. "So..."
"Mm?" Matt lifts his head up to look at you, those deep blue eyes meeting yours.
"Nothing," you say quickly, feeling your cheeks heat up slightly at the sudden eye contact. You look away, feeling self-conscious. "I was just going to... ask something stupid."
Matt raises an eyebrow but smiles slightly, leaning back in his chair. "Ask something stupid then," he says teasingly, trying to lighten the mood. His expression is more relaxed than it has been since last night.
"Um... nevermind," you laugh softly, feeling embarrassed. You stand up suddenly, grabbing your coffee mug. "I'm gonna go..." You trail off, heading towards the living room before you can say something even stupider.
Matt watches you go, a small smile still playing on his lips. He shakes his head slightly, amused by your flustered reaction. After a moment, he gets up from the table and follows you into the living room. "You know what?" he says as he leans against the doorway.
You turn to face him, holding your coffee mug tightly. "Hmm?" you a, your voice slightly shaky. He looks handsome standing there in his worn-out t-shirt and sweatpants, his hair messy from sleep. You quickly avert your gaze, focusing on your mug instead.
"You get really shy all of a sudden," Matt remarks softly, observing your body language. He's starting to realize that you hardly maintain eye contact, like you're nervous around him. “And you’ve been acting a bit weird around me lately.”
"Have I?" you ask quietly, taking a small sip of your coffee to avoid answering immediately.
"Yeah..." Matt observes your facial expressions carefully. He's starting to wonder if he imagined the fact that you used to laugh and joke around with him easily. Now you barely look at him or talk to him much. "Did I... do something to make you act like this?"
You shake your head quickly, feeling your heart pounding in your chest. "No," you say softly. "You didn't do anything wrong." You finally look up at him briefly before glancing away again.
Matt notices your quick glance and the slight blush on your cheeks. He's starting to piece things together but wants to hear it from you directly. "Then why are you acting like this?" he asks gently, taking a step closer. “Is there something you want to tell me?”
You bite your lip, feeling your heart race as he steps closer. You can feel the heat radiating off of his body. You don’t know if you should snitch on your sister and tell him the truth, or just stay quiet about her cheating.
"Listen..." gentle but carrying a hint of frustration. "If it’s about your sister cheating on me… i already know.”
You freeze slightly, then relax. "So..." you say carefully, testing the waters. "You know?" You try to keep your voice steady, like you're not curious about whether he's heartbroken or not.
"Yeah," Matt confirms briefly, stuffing his hands into his pockets. He watches your reaction carefully. "I’m not blind or dumb you know.” He lets out a small chuckle.
"Does she… know you know?" You ask softly, your curiosity getting the better of you. You set your coffee mug down on the side table, turning to face him fully. You can't help but notice how calm he seems about the whole thing.
"No, she doesn’t," Matt replies, his gaze lingering on your face. "I’ve been pretending like everything's normal between us. But to be honest... I'm tired of it. I'm tired of her lies and secrets. Plus she loves arguing with me about nothing literally, I’ll just let her be. I'm not gonna chase after her this time.”
You notice a hint of relief in his voice, and you can't help but feel a little lighter knowing he's not heartbroken over her. "I... didn’t know if I should’ve told you, I didn’t want to snitch on my sister. I’m sorry.”
Matt smiles slightly, finding your innocence cute. "You don't need to apologize," he says gently. “I know you knew about it too,” Matt says suddenly, catching you off guard “I saw how you were acting around me lately… like something was bothering you.”
"You could tell?" You ask softly, feeling a bit embarrassed that he noticed your unusual behavior.
"Yeah," he says with a small smile, taking another step closer to you. "You've been avoiding eye contact, hardly talking to me... pretty obvious actually." His eyes meet yours intensely, holding your gaze just a little longer than usual. "I mean, we always had a good relationship."
"Yeah," you agree quietly, your heart beating a bit faster as he steps closer.
Matt's smile widens slightly as he sees your reaction. He decides to take another step forward, closing the gap between you two. "You know..." he continues softly, his voice carrying a tone that makes you feel slightly nervous and flustered. “We could make our relationship even better… while she’s out.” He says, looking at your lips briefly before meeting your eyes again.
"But..." you stammer slightly, feeling your face flush. His closeness is making it hard to think straight. "You..." you try to form a coherent sentence but your voice comes out quieter than intended. "You’re my sister's boyfriend…”
"I know…" he murmurs softly, his presence almost deliberately invading your personal space. His hand gently finds its way to lean against the wall behind you, effectively trapping you there gently but intentionally. "But she cheated on me." He adds with a hint of a teasing smirk, his eyes searching yours.
"Yeah… I know," you whisper softly, trying to keep your voice steady despite the butterflies in your stomach. Your eyes flicker down to his lips briefly before meeting his gaze again. "But..." you hesitate, feeling torn between guilt and desire. “You’re still my sister’s boyfriend…”
Matt's smirk grows wider, understanding your internal struggle. He leans in just a fraction closer, his breath mingling with yours. "Yet you still have a crush on me," he whispers, his lips almost brushing against your ear as he speaks.
You blush deeply, feeling heat spread across your cheeks. "I..." you try to deny it but the words catch in your throat. You look up into his eyes, seeing the desire mirrored there. "How do you know?," you a softly, your voice barely audible.
He pulls back slightly to look into your eyes directly, his hand coming up to gently cup your cheek. "Because I've seen the way you look at me," he says honestly, his thumb lightly brushing over your bottom lip. "The way you blush when I'm around..." He chuckles gently remembering how nervous you always get. “How flustered you got yesterday when you saw me walk out of the shower.”
Your face turns beet red at the memory of seeing Matt half naked, his muscular body dripping with water. You can't help but get more nervous as he continues to tease you, his thumb pressing softly against your lips. "You..." You swallow hard, his thumb still on your lip making it difficult to speak. "You can't... You can't just say stuff like that." Your voice comes out breathy and weak.
Matt laughs softly, finding your innocence adorable. "You always get like this” He muses, realizing how innocent you really are. "Have you…kissed before?”
You hesitate before shaking your head softly, your eyes flickering down to his lips briefly. "Never," you admit quietly, your voice barely audible. You swallow hard, feeling even more nervous now that he knows you have no experience.
Matt's heart races at your admission. He can't believe how innocent you are - no kisses, no boyfriends... He leans in slowly, giving you plenty of time to pull away if you want to. His lips brush against yours softly at first, testing the waters. “Fuck…” he whispers under his breath before pressing his lips gently against yours. It's a soft kiss, testing the waters while giving you plenty of opportunity to pull away if needed.
You freeze initially, shocked by the sudden kiss. Your eyes widen slightly before closing instinctively. You part your lips softly without even realizing it, giving him better access. Matt deepens the kiss gently, his hand moving from your cheek to the back of your neck to hold you closer.
The kiss is gentle and exploratory, unlike anything you've ever experienced. Your heart races in your chest as you feel his lips move against yours, his tongue tracing your bottom lip softly. You whimper softly, unsure of what to do but unable to pull away.
Matt takes your whimper as encouragement and slips his tongue into your mouth, gently exploring. He kisses you deeply, passionately, pouring all his pent-up desire and frustration into it. His hand moves from your neck to the back of your head, holding you in place as he kisses you breathless.
Matt breaks the kiss, breathing heavily as he stares at you with heated eyes. A smirk plays on his lips as he sees your flushed face and parted lips.
“Did you like that?” Matt asks, his voice low and huy. He leans in close, his lips brushing against your ear as he speaks. "I know I did." His hand moves to your waist, pulling you closer to him.
You're too stunned to speak, your mind reeling from the intense kiss. All you can manage is a soft, breathy "Mm-hmm" as Matt's hand on your waist sends shivers down your spine.
Matt smiles softly at your response, finding it cute how innocent you are. He tests another question, "Do you want to learn more things?” His voice drops lower.His thumb brushes your hipbone, making you squirm slightly.
You bite your lip nervously, unsure if you should ask but too curious to stop now. "More... things?" you repeat softly, your cheeks flushing an even deeper shade of red. Your eyes flick down to his lips briefly before meeting his gaze again. "Like... what?"
Matt's smirk deepens, enjoying your innocence and curiosity. "You'll see," he says softly, his voice laced with promise. He takes your hand gently and leads you towards the bed. His movements are slow and deliberate, giving you plenty of time to change your mind if you want to.
Matt gently pushes you back onto the bed, following you down so that you're lying underneath him. He props himself up on his elbows, caging you in between his arms. "Open your mouth." He says, his voice low and huy.
You hesitate for a moment, unsure of what he wants to do. But the curiosity and excitement in your chest wins out over your nerves. You open your mouth slightly, looking up at him with wide, innocent eyes.
Matt swallows hard, finding your obedience incredibly sexy. He lowers his face to yours and slips his tongue into your open mouth again, this time kissing you deeper and more intensely. His hand moves to your thigh, slowly hiking up your skirt as he kisses you.
As Matt kisses you deeply, his fingers trail up your inner thigh, getting closer to the hem of your underwear. You whimper softly into the kiss, one of your hands gripping his shirt tightly stopped his hand.
Matt freezes, his tongue still exploring your mouth. He pulls back slightly to look at you, watching as you unconsciously tighten your thighs together. "Trust me, I’ll make you feel good." His voice drops lower, his thumb rubbing soothing circles on your thigh where your hand stopped him.
"But..." you whimper softly, biting your lip as your legs press together tighter. "It's just..." You bite your lip again, hesitating. "No one's ever touched me there before." You admit softly, your cheeks burning red.
"Shhh..." he hushes you softly, his other hand gently stroking your hair. "I just wanna make you feel good" he whispers against your lips. His thumb traces the edge of your underwear, making you shiver.
He kisses you deeply again to distract you as his fingers slowly slip underneath your underwear. You gasp into his mouth as he touches you there for the first time, his fingers gentle and exploratory. He breaks the kiss to whisper,"Shh, just relax..." His fingers start to move slowly over your clit.
You let out a soft whimper as his fingers start to move, your back arching slightly off the bed. It feels strange at first, but also really good. You bite your lip to stifle a moan as he continues to touch you, your legs falling open unconsciously.
Matt watches you carefully, seeing your innocent reactions. He adds more pressure to your clit, his fingers moving in slow circles. He swallows hard watching how responsive you are, completely untouched before. "Spread your legs wider for me," he whispers huskily against your neck, placing soft kisses there.
You spread your legs wider as he asks, feeling shy but also wanting more. He slips a finger inside you slowly, watching your face closely. You're so tight and wet for him that he has to go slow. He kisses your neck again to calm you down.
"Fuck, you're so fucking tight." He whispers against your neck. He starts to move his finger slowly in and out of you, stretching you. You whimper softly, gripping the bedsheets. It feels weird having something inside you, but it also feels really good.
He adds a second finger, stretching you gently. You let out a soft cry into his shoulder as he kisses you deeply to muffle the sound. His fingers curl inside you, hitting a spot that makes your whole body jerk. "Shh shh shh..." he whispers against your lips, kissing you softly.
You clench around his fingers tightly, panting heavily as he continues to touch you in all the right spots. You wrap your arms around his neck, holding him close as you bury your face in his chest to muffle your moans. "M-Matt..." you whimper his name, "It feels so...weird, but good..." You bite your lip, your face flushed.
Matt smiles softly at your words, pleased by your innocent reactions. He continues to move his fingers inside you slowly while rubbing your clit with his thumb. "I know baby," he whispers, kissing your forehead gently. "Let me make it feel really good..." He picks up speed slightly.
Without warning, he starts moving down your body, placing kisses along your stomach. You blush deeply, trying to close your legs but he gently keeps them open. He looks up at you with hooded eyes. "Just trust me, okay..." He slowly starts taking off your skirt and panties.
He throws your clothes aside and spreads your legs wider, settling between them. He looks at your innocent pussy, completely bare and untouched. He swallows hard before diving down and pressing his mouth against you. You let out a loud gasp as he starts licking and sucking on your clit gently.
His tongue moves expertly over your clit, his hands spreading your legs wider to give him better access. He keeps his movements gentle and slow, knowing you're a virgin. You start squirming underneath him, your hands gripping his hair as you whimper and moan softly.
You pant heavily, your voice trembling with pleasure. "M-Matt...what...what are you doing...it feels so...good..." You arch your hips up slightly towards his mouth trying to get more pressure from him.
He looks up at you briefly, his eyes dark with desire. "Just enjoying you..." He says before going back down to lick your pussy more eagerly now that he knows you're loving it. He slips two fingers inside you again while continuing to suck on your clit.
"Oh my god..." you gasp out, your body tensing as his fingers move in and out while his tongue works its magic on your sensitive clit. "It's...it's too much..." Your legs shake slightly, and you can feel yourself getting closer to something you've never experienced before.
He feels you getting closer and starts moving his fingers faster, curling them inside you to hit that spot that makes your eyes roll back. He sucks hard on your clit, wanting to make you come undone. "That's it baby, let go for me..." he murmurs against your pussy.
Suddenly, you break apart. Your back arches off the bed and you let out a loud moan that turns into a series of whimpers as you come for the first time. Matt keeps his face buried between your legs, lapping up your release gently as your body shakes with pleasure.
He kisses his way back up your body once you've stopped shaking. He looks down at you with soft eyes filled with love and desire. "Did that feel good baby?" He asks, kissing your neck gently.
You’re about to answer as you hear the front door opening.
"Matt?" Your sister's voice calls out from the front door. You both freeze, your eyes wide with shock and panic. Matt quickly pulls up your skirt to cover you, but you can still feel the wetness between your legs and the lingering sensitivity.
Matt quickly kisses your forehead and jumps off the bed, and helps you get up "Go hop in the shower real quick, okay?" He says quietly, giving you a soft smile to calm you down. "I'll deal with her."
you knew it was risky when you and matt split off into a pair of two into colby’s old bathroom to do the estest method. but you couldn’t help yourself with the way he looked bathed in the candle light, sitting up on the counter looking like that.
so that’s how you ended up like this.
“look at you.” you cooed, your fingers grazing over matt’s denim-covered thighs as you stood between them. “sitting so pretty for me.” you had been teasing him with little touches all night, and you knew it was messing with him.
but having him in front of you like this, being able to freely touch him without prying eyes—it was amazing. matt inhaled a sharp breath at your touch, his fingers clenching around the edge of the counter as he exhaled shakily. he didn’t speak—he knew better. he knew the rules.
you smirked at him and slowly sank to your knees between his legs, your eyes locked on his face. you could see the way his teeth dug into his bottom lip when your hands slipped up and undid the button of his jeans.
you didn’t need to say much, his hips were already lifting just like you trained him to, letting you tug the denim and boxers down to his thighs.
“w-we shouldn’t be doing this.” he breathed, that little sliver of doubt creeping in, how you guys could get caught. “we have 25 minutes baby. we can spare a little.” you said as your eyes flicked down to his cock that was already hard.
you could tell he’d been hard the whole time. and the glow of the candlelight made him look flushed and fevered, the tip red and leaking.
you smiled, letting your tongue poke out to wet your lips. “you’ve been waiting so patiently, baby. don’t you want a reward, hm?” and he whined as you leaned forward, your warm breath ghosting over the head of his cock. he nodded quickly—like your words erased whatever doubt he had.
you leaned down, licking a slow stripe up the underside of his cock, watching him twitch. his thighs tensed beneath you at the feeling of your tongue against him.
“please,” he whispered, his voice trembling. “please…”
he sounds so pretty when he begs.
you didn’t answer him with words.
instead your mouth wrapped around the flushed tip, your tongue swirling lazily before you sank lower, taking him inch by inch until a broken whimper slipped past his lips.
his hand flew up to grip the counter behind him, his jaw going slack as his head tilting back against the glass mirror—his lips parted. he was surrendering. letting the pleasure take over him.
you hummed, letting your hand curl around what you couldn’t fit into your mouth. your hand and mouth moved slowly, letting the wet obscene sounds carry through the quiet candle-lit room.
it didn’t take much more to get him panting—soft moans slipping past his lips as his hips twitched—trying so hard not to thrust up into your mouth. trying to be good for you.
you pulled away for a moment, pressing your lips to the head of his cock—kissing it. “you’re so pretty like this.” you murmured, letting your lips brush against his cock before swallowing him again, deeper this time.
the tip of his cock hit the back of your throat, the tight warmth making him gasp. his knees threatened to close around you, but your hand pushed them apart again.
“keep them open, sweetheart.” you murmured, glancing up through your lashes as you licked a slow stripe back to the tip. he whimpered. “i’m—m’trying.” his legs were trembling as he tried to obey. his fingers curled tighter around the counter’s edge, knuckles turning pale, breathing ragged.
“you’re being so good for me,” you praised, knowing just what it did to him. “so obedient. just sittin’ there and taking what i give you.” that earned you another soft sound—a broken, choked moan as your lips wrapped around him again.
you were messier now—your saliva sliding down your chin as you bobbed your head up and down. his cock throbbed on your tongue, and every noise he made fed your fire.
you loved how pliant he became like this—wide-eyed and flushed, mouth parted, his brows furrowed like it physically hurt to be this desperate. “f-fuck,” he whispered, his hips twitching again. “feels s’good, please don’t stop mama—please.”
you suddenly pulled off with a wet pop, your hand instead stroking his length now. your spit making it easier. “you don’t tell me what to do baby.” you reminded, your lips brushing his inner thigh. “besides, you gotta beg better than that, hm?” he was looking down at you—and he looked as if he was on the verge of tears.
you watched as he nodded fast—eager. missing the feeling of your mouth around him already, but he knew you were right. “m’sorry,” he breathed. “please. please don’t stop mama, i’ll be good—be so good.”
that was more like it.
you smiled, dragging your nails lightly over his thighs. “good boy.” you whispered before wrapping your lips around the head again, humming softly when he bucked just slightly. you sucked harder this time—tongue flicking and swirling while your hand twisted and pumped at his base.
he was whining—trying so hard to keep himself quiet so then the others wouldn’t hear. but it was hard. he was making the prettiest little noises as his head fell back fully against the mirror again, his throat exposed. his chest was rising and falling fast beneath his shirt, and you could tell he was close.
“gonna cum for me, pretty boy?” you whispered between strokes. “gonna be good and cum down my throat like I know you want to?” your hand picked up the pace at the base of his cock, your lips wrapped around and sucking, tongue flicking and swirling over his tip.
matt let out the softest “uh-huh.” his voice high and wrecked, hips shaking as he tried to hold himself back—tried to wait for you to tell him he could.
but you didn’t let up.
you bobbed faster, sloppier now—hollowing out your cheeks and taking him deeper before you pulled away for just a moment.
“c’mon sweetheart, you can cum.” and that was it.
his thighs trembled and his hips jerked up just a few times before he was spilling down your throat—warm and salty, his fingers gripping the counter like his life depended on it. you moaned softly around him, letting him ride it out as he whispered little “thank you’s.”
you stayed for a moment, swallowing every last drop before slowly pulling off of him, your lips glossy and red.
he looked ruined and you loved it.
you stood, letting your tongue lick along your lips, your hand coming out and stroking his thigh softly now. “you did so good, baby,” you whispered, leaning in and pressing a soft kiss against his jaw. “so pretty when you cum for me.”
but your little moment didn’t last for long. from down the hall—faint voices echoed, reminding you time was ticking.
a/n : thank you to @endereies for telling me to write this. not title for now cause i can’t think of one.
