WHAT A BRAT!; M. STURNIOLO
BRATTY!SUB!MATT STURNIOLO X F!READER
warnings: SMUT (obvi), mommy kink, spanking, sex tape, strap sucking, degrading, overstimulation, and an excessive amount of usage of the word brat!
a/n: this is only my second time writing hc’s so hopefully they’re not total trash 😭 you guys liked my sub!brat!matt blurb that i posted (thank you all sm for the love on it btw!!) soo here’s some hc’s while i try and think of (and/or wait for some requests - guys im begging) other stuff for brat!sub!matt !!
SYNOPSIS: headcannons of bratty sub matt!
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brat!matt who: gives you attitude just so he can be punished..
“Oh my god, can you just be quiet?” Matt huffs as he rolls his eyes. He had been giving you attitude all day: ignoring you, rolling his eyes at you, scoffing whenever you spoke to one of his brothers.
“Excuse me?” You furrow your eyebrows irritably. Your eyes pick up on the way the ends of his lips curl up slightly at your aggravated reaction. Your mind puts it together as it clicks in your head. Standing up from your spot on the couch, you make your way in between his legs.
Matt looks up at you as you situate yourself in front of him. Your hand reaches out and grasps his chin, locking his eyes on yours. “Are you that fucking desperate you need to act like a brat all day just for me to fuck you?” You sneer.
Internally, Matt cheers as you degrade him, but on the outside, he visibly backs into the couch. His jeans get tighter as an insatiable need grows inside his body.
He was in for it tonight.
brat!matt who: wants others to believe he’s in control because he’s embarrassed that he’s the one under your mercy in the bedroom..
Matt points to his necklace that sat on the dining room table. “Can you get that for me, ma?” He asks with a smile as he sits on the soft couch. A few of the triplets’ friends were over, though he keeps his attention on you.
Normally, you would gladly grab it and give it to him, but you could tell he was doing this for show. As your jaw clenches, you step towards the table and pick it up. Making your way back towards him, you stand behind the couch as you bring the small chain around his neck.
“Thanks, mama.” Matt smirks as you click the clasp. He knew what he was doing calling you that.
Leaning down, you whisper in his ear, “you’re asking for it, brat.” You squeeze his shoulders before leaning up and walking away to his room, his eyes following your form as he swallows harshly.
brat!matt who: will refuse to beg, even though he knows that if he doesn’t, he won’t get what he wants..
“Fuck!” Matt moans as his back arches slightly off the bed. Your hand that grasped him tightly stroked in a fast motion as the knot inside Matt’s stomach tightens.
“You close, sweetheart?” You coo mockingly, smirking as you look at his fucked-out expression. His eyebrows furrowed as his lips have been parted this entire time, pink, swollen lips on display. His eyes had been scrunched shut until you had spoken. With a fervent nod, Matt agrees. “Yeah? Beg for it.” You demand, your hand moving faster.
“Shit! N..No, don’t want to!” He whines, shaking his head slightly against the satin pillowcase behind his head.
“You sure? If you don’t beg.. you don’t cum.” You threat, removing your head entirely from his cock. Pre-cum leaked down his tip as he whimpers as his impending orgasm begins to fade.
“N-no! Don’t stop!” Matt cries.
brat!matt who: cries when you spank him, but doesn’t even think about calling out his safe word..
“Mommy, it h.. hurts!” Matt cries out, his body jutting forward from the force of your slap. A mark of your handprint formed red on his pale skin, the sight making you smile.
“Aw, does it?” You pout. “Maybe if you weren’t misbehaving today, you wouldn’t need to be punished.” You spit, your hand smacking down again as another cry leaves Matt’s pink lips.
His skin was already sensitive from the several slaps you have given him, only seeming to get redder and more sore as time went by. Tears slipped from his eyes and down his flushed cheeks, hiccuping occasionally whenever you gave him a particularly rough slap.
“Stop! It hurts, mommy!” Matt cries, sputtering. The reddened skin stung even when you didn’t touch it.
“You know your safe word.” You tell him.
Matt’s head shakes against the soft pillow. “Mmph - no! No, don’t need it.” He whimpers.
brat!matt who: is a sucker for overstimulation, but claims he can handle it because he has too much pride to say otherwise..
Matt’s loud whines echo through his room as you ride him, your skin slapping together. His small, bitten fingernails dig into your hips, his chest heaving. He had already came several times tonight, but he was not backing down until you did.
“You okay, baby?” You ask breathlessly, your thrusts never faltering. Your thighs clench, but aren’t able to touch as they reside beside Matt’s waist.
Matt nods, swallowing dryly as his Adam’s apple bobs. “Mhm.. ‘s’sensitive, mommy.” He slurs, pussy drunk as you keep up your rhythm on top of him. Matt couldn’t get enough of the way your pussy wraps around his cock, sucking the life out of him. His thighs shook slightly from his previous orgasms, but he wasn’t even close to prying you off of him.
“You love me using your cock, huh?” You mock, your breasts moving with your actions. Matt’s mouth salivates as his blue eyes watch them move, his hands aching to feel them under his palms.
He whines as he nods, his chest heaving from the sensitivity. “Mm, love it, mommy.” Matt mumbles, his stomach tightening as it warns him of another upcoming release. “M-mommy! I’m gonna - fuck!” He cries out, a tear or two falling down the crease of his eyes as he shuts them tightly, his legs shaking as he’s milked dry. He heaves as he moans. “It hurts!” He cries, more tears spilling down.
“You want me stop, sweetheart?” You coo, slowing your movements. You’ve dragged so many orgasms out of him tonight, you were sure he wouldn’t be able to handle another.
Though, despite your beliefs, he shakes his head. Hiccuping, he whines out, “No! Feels’so good.” He mingles his words together as he slurs, another guttural groan leaving his lips.
brat!matt who: loves eating you out, despite him wanting to not follow your rules..
Matt’s warm tongue skillfully licks through your folds, your wetness eagerly making its way onto his inviting tongue. He moans at the taste as he fervently laps at your pussy, needing your taste in his mouth.
A moan leaves your lips at his actions. “Matt,” you call out breathlessly. “So good, baby.” You praise, your hand clutching his hair as he whines from the pressure.
As much as Matt wants to disobey you - just for the repercussions of his actions - the taste of you mixed with your words make his mind go fuzzy. Mindlessly, his hips thrust into the mattress underneath you both as his tip leaks with need. Just eating you out could get him off.. as embarrassing as it was.
Your hips subconsciously buck up into his lips, craving more of his tongue. Matt knew how to please you, you taught him all he needed to know and where you felt the most pleasure.
Sucking on your clit, Matt’s tongue lathers the sensitive area eagerly. His fingernails dig into the substantial skin on your thighs, leaving deep half-moon marks. His hips don’t stop their movement, even though, once you find out what’s doing, he knows he’s gonna be punished for it.. but he doesn’t care. Taking care of you like this, bringing you pleasure, brings him pleasure as well. And he just couldn’t stop.
brat!matt who: acts out in public so you can take him then and there… though, he’d deny it if you were to ask him if he liked the feeling of being so exposed..
“Such a fucking brat.” You sneer as you ride him, your nails digging into his shoulders. Matt whimpers at your words, as well as the stinging feeling of your nails causing marks into his skin. “You like being fucked in public, huh? You want everyone to hear how good mommy makes you feel?” You taunt.
“Mmm, no!” He whines, shaking his head. The both of you knew he was lying - he was absolutely horrible at trying to lie, anyway.
Your skin slaps down harder, the recognizable noise echoing through the one person bathroom. Matt looked up at you with an agape mouth, eyebrows furrowed slightly from pleasure as his blue eyes never faltered from watching you. Matt knew he was misbehaving, that’s why you brought him in here: to fuck him. He’d never admit the way he loves how your moans - mixed with his - bounce off of the white walls, or the way you degrade him for being such a whore.
“Feels good, mommy!” Matt whines, sniffling.
“Yeah? I’m sure it does, since you were being such a slut earlier.. touching mommy in public.” You click your tongue disapprovingly, looking down at him as you keep your rhythm.
Matt whimpers at your words, his cheeks flushing even more. He knew not to tease you, let alone in public.. but it got him here, so..
brat!matt who: has wandering hands and will sometimes try to push your head down while sucking him off..
Your tongue licks up his cock as a gasp leaves his swollen lips. He whimpers as your lips curl around his tip, focusing on the leaking area with soft licks.
“Mm, fuck, mama!” Matt moans, his chest already rising and falling faster than usual. His hands frantically clutch at the blanket underneath him, long fingers wrapping into the soft fabric tightly.
Matt had been good today, which had surprised you. With that in mind, you decided to reward him.
As your lips glide down further, it becomes harder to take all of him in your mouth. Swirling your tongue around, Matt groans at the feeling, his eyes shutting. You always knew the right way to make his legs shake and to give him the utmost pleasure.
Whimpering incoherent babbles as you suck in your cheeks, Matt’s hand mindlessly moves away from grasping the blanket and travels down to your head. Pushing down, another short gasp leaves his lips before his eyes shoot open as you bring your head back up and away from his aching cock.
“Wha - what’re you doin’, mommy?” Matt whines, looking up at you as he lays down on his soft bed.
“You need to learn how to keep your hands to yourself.”
His eyes widen as he realizes what he did. There goes his reward..
brat!matt who: is too embarrassed to tell you, but would love to record you giving him a punishment.. or just fucking in general..
“You like this, huh?” You scoff, your finger zooming in the camera on his tear-stained face. “Being filmed.” You add on, shaking your head. Your hands reach down again as they stroke his sensitive, needy cock as it leaks down onto your hand.
“Mommy!” Matt cries out, his cheeks flushing more than they already were, the tips of his ears heating up. It was humiliating the way he loved it. “Please, it hurts!” He whines, hiccuping. His tip was sore as it begged for release, sensitive to your teasing. Matt had been close to coming several times before you pulled your hand away, ridding him of the euphoria.
You glide the camera down, soaking in his entire body, down to his dick. The lens picked up the way his chest heaved as well as the twitching his cock occasionally did. A smirk curls on your lips as you watch him, not laying your hands on him as he continues to whine for you.
“Aw, it hurts?” You coo, pouting. “Poor baby’s so desperate.” You mock, ghosting your fingertips over his thigh, noticing the way it immediately tenses at the barely there touch.
“Stop!” Matt cries, more than humiliated. Despite his beseech, his cock only gets needier at your teasing, pleading for more. Your ears pick up the way Matt sniffles as a few loose tears stray away from his pretty eyes.
“You wanna cum?” You ask, tilting your head. With an instant nod from Matt, you chuckle at his urgency. “Then you’ll cum.” You warn, your hand wrapping around him as you quickly stroke him, his loud groan filling the room.
The mic picked up the sloppy sounds as well as his moans, sniffles and whines reverberating throughout the small room.
And it was all on camera.
brat!matt who: gets teased 24/7 by his brothers when they hear his noises from their rooms at night..
After a particularly rough night of punishing Matt, the both of you are beyond exhausted.
Breathlessly, you two lay on Matt’s bed as sleep invades your spent bodies, too tired to move. Once you gather up enough courage, you sit up with a huff. With an immediate whine from Matt, he tosses a heavy arm around your waist, keeping you there.
Chuckling softly at his actions, you turn to look at him. “Gonna clean us up, okay?” You mumble, brushing away some hair from his eyes. Matt grumbles quietly at the implication of you leaving - even if it was just for ten seconds. Despite that, he nods.
You kiss his hair before throwing your legs over the side of the bed, searching around for something to throw on instead of roaming around the triplets’ house naked. A groan invades your ears as you turn to look at him. “What?”
“My fucking brothers.” Matt complains, hiding his face with a large hand. Turning his phone, he shows you the screen. Walking back over to the bed, you laugh as you read the text messages.
Nick: can you stfu?? im trying to watch rupaul stupid fuck
Chris: dude i get it ur getting some rn but u need to be quiet ur pissing me off
“That’s what you get for being so loud.” You chuckle.
“You tell me to be!”
brat!matt who: loves sucking your strap.. after you make him suck up his pride..
“C’mon, be a good boy, Matt.” You coax, looking down at him.
Matt resides on his knees, completely bare, as he looks up at you with those eyes. He licks his chapped lips as his eyes rake over your body, clad in a bra and the strap you had clipped to yourself.
Had you not have brought the idea up to him a few weeks ago, Matt wouldn’t have even thought of it. But, now, as he kneels in front of you with the dildo before his eyes, he’d be lying if he said it didn’t excite him.
“There you go.. doin’ so good.” You coo as his pink lips wrap around it, his eyes looking up at you. The feeling was foreign and strange, but as he made eye contact with you, it made his cock leak with desperation.
Slowly making his way down, his mouth begins to get used to the mold. He whimpers against it, the tip almost touching the back of his throat as tears start to coat his eyes. As he starts to move back, your hand reaches down and stops him.
“Did I say you could move?” You question, your fingers tightening in his soft curls. Matt shakes his head slightly, as much as he can with his mouth full.
Your hips begin to move, slowly at first, not wanting to overwhelm him with the already unusual feeling. With pleading eyes, Matt looks up at you as some tears fall involuntarily. As your hips start to pick up the pace, the sound of a gag fills the room, mixing with the slurping of his saliva.
Pulling your hips back, you remove the dildo from his mouth as your hand softly caresses the back of his hair instead of pulling it. The string of spit from the tip to his lips could’ve made you cum alone.
“You okay, baby?” You ask softly. Truthfully, you hadn’t meant to make him gag, and since it was his first time, you didn’t want to push him too far.
“More, mommy, please.” Matt all but begs you, his hands gripping your thighs as he looks up at you with big, submissive eyes. A smirk curls on your lips at his words.
He was gonna get what he wanted and more.
brat!matt who: is extremely needy whenever you’re busy..
You’re on a call with your boss as you both discuss your work schedule, time slowly ticking by.
As you sat on the couch, you converse with her as you both begin to come to an agreement. The cushion dips beside you, though you pay no mind to it. A soft, almost inaudible whine sounds from next to you, a noise you wouldn’t have heard if you didn’t know it so well.
Your eyes glance over to Matt as he presses into your side, his hard cock rubbing against your thigh. He dry humps you as his head invades your space, nuzzling into the crook of your neck.
“Matt, I’m busy.” You whisper, not wanting your boss to hear. Matt shake his head slightly at your dismissive words, grinding his hips harder into your thigh.
“Need you now, mommy.” He whines, apparently not caring about who cares. Your free hand quickly moves up to cover his lips so he can’t speak anymore.
After a minute or two, you end the call as you throw your phone down beside you, glaring over at him. “Really? You needed me that bad you had to interrupt my call with my boss?” You taunt, furrowing your eyebrows.
After practically ripping off each others clothes, you ride Matt on his couch. Several orgasms are taken from him as he cries out.
“Can’t - can’t anymore! ‘M’so sensitive, mommy!” He sniffles, his nose red as his eyes shut tightly. Your hips don’t stop as they continue their abuse, the loud smacking sound echoing through the - thankfully - empty house.
“But you needed this so bad, Matt. Take it.”
brat!matt who: will start crying from how good it feels, but will be embarrassed from his state of euphoria..
Tears freely escaped Matt’s eyes as the overwhelming feeling of pleasure takes over his mind and body.
His legs shake as he moans amply, not thinking twice on who might hear. His back arches as his eyebrows furrow, blue eyes hiding as they scrunch firmly shut. His pale chest heaves as rides out the euphoria, letting out one more moan before his body goes limp.
Matt’s cheeks flush as the room becomes quiet without his sounds. You quickly notice the way he grows sheepish, your hand moving up to cup his cheek softly, caressing the skin.
“Love your noises, baby. You did so good f’me.” You praise, leaning down to kiss his abdomen before trailing them up his chest. Matt smiles tiredly at your sweet words, feeling his stomach flutter.
brat!matt who: after a long night, likes to take comfort in your tits..
“M’tired.” Matt mumbles as he eagerly accepts your open arms invitation.
Resting his head on your chest, his nose digs into the smushed skin of your breasts as you lay down on your back. Wrapping your arms around his shoulders, his face gets trapped in the pillowy skin.
With his head turned, his ear listens to your heartbeat as his slowly begins to sink with yours. The rhythmic sound only makes him sleepier as he yawns against your soft skin.
“Go to sleep, baby.” You reply quietly, exhaustion also taking over your limbs. Your hand gently cards through his hair as it lulls him to sleep.
With a sweet kiss to the skin near his lips, he whispers out a, “g’night.” before he lets sleep take over.
OH MY GOD THE STRAP SUCKING??? I WASN'T PREPARED THIS IS SOOOO GOOD I LOVE BRAT!MATT SO MUCH
