i loved chris and quens vibe togetherrrrr (they need to get married NEOW) š
Iām married to Quen? Chris can go somewhere else!šš no but fr their vibes match so much!!!! I loved it! All of them were just bouncing off of eachother and I love it!
pairing: biker!matt sturniolo x good girl fem!reader
synopsis: y/n takes matt up on the offer he proposes after they meet at a party, their tension thicker than their resolve.
warnings: swearing, reckless driving [ mattās a thrill seeker / adrenaline junkie ], sexual tension, 18+, sexual content [ groping over and underneath the clothes ], making out, choking, spit swapping, open ending.
THIRD PERSON POV
y/n has always been a very organized person, every move she made was calculated and meticulous, not leaving enough room for error or her anxiety to spiral up a storm. some would lean toward calling her uptight, but she would let it roll off her back like water because she found a way for everything in her life to fall in line smoothly without many problems arising.
her best friend, jess, has always been the exact opposite of her. she was chaotic and messy, always running late, often being caught in compromising situations and relying on y/n to bail her out. the two were on the opposites of the personality spectrum, and people would screw their faces up at the sight of the two, but they paid no mind because their bond worked.
jess always joked about breaking y/n, turning into the opposite of her but y/n was stubborn, finding the utmost comfort in the way she lived. she didn't see the appeal of chaos and living without restriction.
but her class load had grown rather heavy, and she felt her impulse control weakening the more jess mentioned this massive influencer party that she had garnered invites for through multiple connections, and jess wasnāt backing down.
āfine. i think itās time i take a break anyway, jess.ā
āwait? are you for real right now?ā jess exclaimed, shocked that for once in their friendship, she wasnāt going to a party alone.
WE ONLY MET EACH OTHER JUST THE OTHER DAY
as y/n followed jess through the crowd of people, she felt an overwhelming swarm of different and conflicting emotions, part of her wanted to turn around and walk back to her apartment, while the other part wanted to stick it out, figuring it couldnāt be as bad as she psyched herself out to believe, especially if jess, who was known for being blunt and outspoken if someone was overwhelming, could tolerate it.
y/n felt out of place, clad in a baby pink pleather mini skirt, and a matching pink long sleeve raglan baby tee, both courtesy of jess, and a pair of pink platform converse. she quickly trailed behind her best friend, who seemed to know her way around the house, more so mansion, they were partying at, heading toward the kitchen.
āso what are you wanting to drink?ā jess hums, gesturing the otherworldly amounts of alcohol littering the large island in the kitchen.
ājust pick something and make a drink for me.ā y/n replies, turning back to face the crowd of people, watching as couples and people nearly fucked each other on various surfaces among the house. as her gaze kept flitting about the crowd of people, she briefly met the eyes of some guy across the room.
she felt her cheeks began to warm as he flashed her a lopsided smirk, his blue eyes boring into hers beneath the mop of shaggy brown hair. she returns his smirk, but hers is much gentler before turning back to jess, taking the red solo cup, staring at the dark liquid swirling in it. y/n cautiously takes a sip, while she trusts jess not to fuck her over and get her obnoxiously drunk, sheās still wary of the alcohol mixed with soda in her cup, sheās only been drunk a handful of times.
she swallows the dark drink, the taste of vodka mixed with the sweet, almost foamy taste of root beer filling her mouth, causing her to salivate ever so slightly as she takes another gracious sip.
āthank you for not giving me something other than vodka.ā she laughs, watching as jess grabs two more solo cups, pouring two hefty shots of vodka into them, quickly handing one to y/n, who clinks her plastic cup against jessā before quickly downing the shot, followed by a large gulp of her drink.
the two slowly make their way out of the kitchen, dancing with each other before beginning to talk and mingle with the rest of the people. y/n was shocked at how easily she fit into the world of influencers and content creators. as she made her way toward the deck, she felt eyes watching her, brushing it off she exited the stuffy house, finding solace in the cool april air clinging to her skin as she leaned against the railing of the wrap-around porch.
as proud as she was of herself for stepping away from her studies for a night, she still needed a moment of peace, or even just a moment alone.
but her tranquility was interrupted by the sliding door opening and shutting softly, she turned to head back inside but she was met with the same blue eyes she held contact with prior.
āhey.ā he nods, pulling a cigarette from the pack that sat in his back pocket, grabbing a black and silver zippo lighter, flicking it quickly.
āhi.ā
āso whatās a pretty little thing like you doing at a place like this?ā he mumbled, running a hand through his hair, the dingy light from the fairy lights lining the roof catching his tattoos, completely enamouring y/n as she watched his arm flex and relax, the muscle tee he wore showing off his lean arms. at first glance, you wouldnāt expect him to have any muscle but as he moved his arm, y/n was thoroughly impressed.
āmy friend dragged me here. what about you?ā she replies, resting her tailbone against the railing as he smirks, his head cocked to the side as his eyes flick across her features.
āwhatādāya mean?ā
ājust that you donāt seem like the party either, very quiet.ā
āand how do you know that, sweetheart?ā
āwell seeing as i came out here because itās overwhelming in there, and you did the same, and weāre the only two people out here, iām assuming you came out here for the same reason.ā she laughs, taking a sip of her drink, holding his curious stare over the rim of the flimsy cup, not once dropping his intense gaze.
āwhat if i just wanted to get you alone?ā he teases, watching as she rolls her eyes, laughing to himself.
āthen youād be a total creep. i donāt even know your name.ā she laughs, shocking herself at how easily she warmed up to him.
āitās matt.ā
āyou look like a matt.ā she hums placing her empty cup on the railing beside before pushing herself up, sitting along the wide railing, her legs dangling slightly as matt puffs on his cigarette, flicking the ashes on the grass below.
āwhat about you? you got a name or am i gonna have to keep calling you sweetheart?ā
āy/n.ā she whispers, her face warming at the nickname falling from his lips, she normally wasnāt one for slightly condescending pet names, but it sounded so sickly and sinfully sweet coming from the stranger beside her.
āthat suits you, a pretty name for such a pretty girl.ā he muses, watching as she turns her head away from in a futile attempt to hide the blush creeping across her cheeks.
āyour tattoos are really pretty.ā
āyou think so?ā he hums, shifting closer to her to let her see them, watching as her eyes shift from each intricate piece, marvelling at the dark ink contrasting against his ivory skin.
āwhatās your favourite one?ā
āprobably cerberus or the owl. what about you? you got any?ā he asks, genuinely curious to know more about the girl beside him, wondering if there was more to the soft and timid appearance.
āwouldnāt you like to know?ā she teased, crossing her legs, causing her skirt to ride up the tiniest bit, showing the smallest amount of ink on the side of her thigh, smirking as mattās eyes shamelessly drifted to the exposed skin.
the two keep talking and getting to know one another, even going as far as to get each otherās numbers, the tension growing thick between the two until jess stumbles through the door, violently drunk as she babbles away about some guy she wanted to leave with.
āif she wants to go with him, i can give you a ride home on my bike.ā
āwe took an uber, so iāll just order another one but i appreciate the offer.ā
āwell if you ever need a ride, just shoot me a text.ā
BUT YOU ALREADY GOT ME FEELINā SOME TYPE OF WAY
over the course of a few weeks, y/n and matt continued to keep in touch, constantly texting one another. the tension never faltering as they bounced flirty and sexual innuendos off one another.
matt has begged for the two of them to hang out, either over facetime or in person, numerous times, even going as far as to ask to take her for a ride on his bike. but she declined every time, letting him know that her studies came first.
normally, if a girl wasnāt really interested in meeting up, whether to hang out or hook up, matt would give up within the first few days. but there was something about y/n that had him inexplicably drawn to her. the soft, delicate, almost innocent appeal to her had him feeling all sorts of ways.
talking to her had him feeling the same way speeding down the seventy stretch a couple blocks from his house on his kawasaki bike did. it was exhilarating, freeing, and terrifying all the same. everything she said, made him feel things he had never experienced, it was like he was speeding down a winding freeway, his arms outstretched on either side of him, letting fate decide what happened.
NOW IF I COULD FIGURE IT OUT, ID TAKE YOU BACK TO MY HOUSE SO WE COULD MEDDLE ABOUT
y/n sighed as she waited on the curb of the restaurant, hoping that the guy from her global economics discussion course that had asked her out would show up. but she knew deep down, he wasnāt going to.
it was another story where she was asked, only to be taken for a fool. she knew he only wanted to fuck, she knew guys were attracted to her pseudo-innocent appearance, thinking they could be the lucky one to corrupt her. but she knew better, and she always made sure the guys put up a fight before receiving what they wanted.
she sighed as she stood, wiping off the back of her jeans before pulling her phone out of her pocket. she opened her texts with jess before remembering jess was at a photoshoot for some clothing brand that reached out to her.
she stood there, glancing and forth between her phone and the sidewalk, torn between swallowing her pride and reaching out to matt to pick her up, or walking home, saving ego from taking a massive blow.
she was stubborn. she wanted to see matt, but she knew what his end goal was and she refused to take another hit to her pride and ego so quickly after being stood up and humiliated by some loser in one of her classes. so, she slowly made her way down the winding sidewalk, but the cold air made the walk somewhat unbearable, and before she knew it, she was pressing the call button, listening to the dial tone. after two rings, matt picked up.
āhey sweetheart.ā he hummed into the speaker, that same taunting tone never faltering over the device.
ācan you pick me up? iāll send you my location.ā
āaw, what happened? did jake stand you up, just like i said he would?ā he laughs, causing her to groan. he was never malicious in the way he poked and prodded at her, he just wanted to prove she didnāt have to be right all the time.
āyeah whatever. can you pick me up or not?ā she spits, fed up with the way her night turned out.
ālose the attitude and i can.ā he spits back, patiently waiting for her to ask in that sugary sweet voice that had his thoughts drifting to a dark place. he knew he was going to pick her up regardless, but he just wanted to use anything he could as an excuse to hear her beg for him, he wanted hee to be completely at his mercy in every possible way.
ācan you please pick me up matt? iām cold and i just wanna go home.ā she pleads, her lips falling into a slight pout, internally groaning at how quickly her resolve had faltered the second he implied and demanded that she beg for him.
āi was going to regardless, just wanted to hear you beg for my help, sweetheart.ā he chuckles, he knew the way he was acting was sick and twisted, his desire to see this stubborn but oh so innocent woman crumple beneath his command overtaking all sense of chivalry in his body, his desire for her manifested through such deep desperation.
she quickly thanked him before sending a ping of her location. she pocketed her phone again, and wrapped her arms around her torso as a pathetic attempt to keep her shielded from her the cold air.
as she stood there, she fought hard to keep her thoughts at bay, refusing to let the desperation seep into the depths of her mind, fighting to keep herself from feeling pathetic. she didnāt want to feel that way, she knew her worth, but sometimes it felt impossible to find someone worthy of loving her. she wondered if she should just give up the one the thing guys wanted without a fight, she would be fine, right?
but before she could answer her own thoughts of despair, a low rumble came from her left, causing her head to snap in that direction. surely enough, the sound came from the muffled engine of mattās motorcycle. and as she watched him swerve to idle in front of her, she couldnāt stop the filthy thoughts from infiltrating her mind. her eyes shamelessly fell to the sight of his hands wrapped tightly around the handlebars, the veins in his slender hands flexing as his thumb pressed down on the clutch. she felt her thighs clench tightly as her heartbeat thumped beneath her chest, the thumping slowly travelling down toward her heat as she watched him.
āhey sweetheart.ā he hums, his tone thick with arrogance, watching as she shamelessly checked him out. she knew she shouldnāt be thinking of him the way she was, but the way his shoulder blades and muscle tightened and flexed as he shifted forward, leaving space for her to climb on behind him, made her want to rake her nails down the skin, her mind running amok with the possible ways he would react to her touch.ļæ¼
she shakes her head as she steps forward, timidly taking a step toward his bike. he watched her, taking in however scared she was, sighing he, grabs her wrist, stopping her from climbing over and straddling the seat behind him.
āyou know iāll be careful right? iām not going to do anything that could end with you getting severely hurt.ā he whispers, his eyes full of nothing but sincerity as she meets his stare, a meek smile on her face as she nods.
āgood girl. now climb on, iām gonna take my chances and take you on that ride i promised.ā
her thighs clench involuntarily at the slight praise that falls from his lips, she could feel her resolve slipping further and further away the longer she was in his presence. and the fact that she would be sitting behind him, with her arms tightly wound around his waist felt much more intimate than it shouldāve.
she quickly straddled the seat behind him, her hands began to shake slightly as she wrapped her arms around him, her hands flat against his abdomen as he kicked up the kickstand, leaning the bike to the other side with his foot on the ground as he revved the engine, causing her hands to ball into fists, with his black shirt tightly twisted between her fingers. as matt took off, he couldnāt help but chuckle as her grasp tightened against him, her cheek pressing against his back between his shoulder blades.
her grip began to loosen as matt took her around the city, and her head lifted from his back, as she took in the scenery around her. but matt missed the way she felt pressed so tightly against him, so in true torturous fashion, he sped up, causing her to go right back to pressing so closely against him, her hands pressing against his lower stomach so firmly, he was sure thereād be marks.
but he didnāt wanted to scare her too much, so he slowed down, coming to a full stop as the light above him flickered to red. as she pulled away, she felt her adrenaline build up and she wanted to finally tease him the way he did her, so she let her hands wander down his stomach, teasingly drifting lower, only to stop right above his belt and move back up.
as her hand trailed down toward his belt, mattās breath hitched in his throat. he desperately wanted to feel her touch him where he needed it most, but his ego was bruised, he wanted to be the one in control, and right now, he was nothing putty in her hand. the light was still red and his heart was beating so harshly against his ribcage, that felt like it was about to burst out of his chest as her hand slipped beneath his shirt, her fingers slipping beneath the waistband of his jeans.
as the light turned green, she pushed her hand further beyond his waistband, and he had never been more thankful to be driving at night. but before he could feel any relief, her hand was back against his stomach, with her head against his back as he drove her along the coast.
but once again they reached another red light, only one other vehicle a few lanes over from them, and this time she threw caution to the wind as her hand drifted downward again, this time not stopping at his belt. and soon enough, her hand was firmly palming his cock through his jeans, and he was biting his bottom lip so hard that the metallic taste of blood began filling his mouth.
he felt his cock stiffen even more as her hand wrapped around his length through his jeans, softly squeezing and applying pressure to it. her hand lifted momentarily, only for it to slip beneath the loosened waistband of his jeans, resuming her teasing but this time, only through one layer of clothing. her thumb traced along his tip, and she smirked to her as she felt the wet spot from his precum seeping through the material. she grasped his semi-thick cock over his boxers, slowly jerking her hand back and forth as best as she could until the light turned green. and matt had never been so lucky that the light turned green when it did because if she had kept up her ministrations, he wouldāve cum in his pants right then and there.
he wasted no time in speeding off as the light turned green, taking her to a somewhat secluded turn off. he quickly killed the engine, forced the kickstand down, and ripped off his helmet, moving to stand in front of her before she could ask questions.
his lips were roughly pressing against hers in almost no time as she side-saddled the bike, his left hand pawing at her hips beneath the thin hoodie she wore as he pulled her closer, while his right hand wrapped around her throat, gently squeezing the soft flesh.
the kiss was rough, a clash of teeth, and full of lust. it was desperate and sloppy, their tongues brushing and pushing against one another as spit and drool accumulated along the muscles, transferring from mouth to mouth. her nails scraped against his scalp as she tugged on the soft brown curls, while her other hand held his bicep, her nails digging into the taught flesh slightly, leaving crescent shaped marks along the tattoos. pulling away, matt pulled her bottom lip with him slightly, entrance by the way it bounced back into its natural pout.
āfuck.ā he hums, his chest heaving as she watches him, her pupils blown out with lust, the black drowning out their normal colour.
āi donāt know what came over me, iām sorry.ā
ādonāt you dare apologize, sweetheart. but that is making it nearly impossible to not take you back to my house and ruin you.ā
pairing: biker!matt sturniolo x good girl fem!reader
synopsis: y/n takes matt up on the offer he proposes after they meet at a party, their tension thicker than their resolve.
warnings: swearing, reckless driving [ mattās a thrill seeker / adrenaline junkie ], sexual tension, 18+, sexual content [ groping over and underneath the clothes ], making out, choking, spit swapping, open ending.
THIRD PERSON POV
y/n has always been a very organized person, every move she made was calculated and meticulous, not leaving enough room for error or her anxiety to spiral up a storm. some would lean toward calling her uptight, but she would let it roll off her back like water because she found a way for everything in her life to fall in line smoothly without many problems arising.
her best friend, jess, has always been the exact opposite of her. she was chaotic and messy, always running late, often being caught in compromising situations and relying on y/n to bail her out. the two were on the opposites of the personality spectrum, and people would screw their faces up at the sight of the two, but they paid no mind because their bond worked.
jess always joked about breaking y/n, turning into the opposite of her but y/n was stubborn, finding the utmost comfort in the way she lived. she didn't see the appeal of chaos and living without restriction.
but her class load had grown rather heavy, and she felt her impulse control weakening the more jess mentioned this massive influencer party that she had garnered invites for through multiple connections, and jess wasnāt backing down.
āfine. i think itās time i take a break anyway, jess.ā
āwait? are you for real right now?ā jess exclaimed, shocked that for once in their friendship, she wasnāt going to a party alone.
WE ONLY MET EACH OTHER JUST THE OTHER DAY
as y/n followed jess through the crowd of people, she felt an overwhelming swarm of different and conflicting emotions, part of her wanted to turn around and walk back to her apartment, while the other part wanted to stick it out, figuring it couldnāt be as bad as she psyched herself out to believe, especially if jess, who was known for being blunt and outspoken if someone was overwhelming, could tolerate it.
y/n felt out of place, clad in a baby pink pleather mini skirt, and a matching pink long sleeve raglan baby tee, both courtesy of jess, and a pair of pink platform converse. she quickly trailed behind her best friend, who seemed to know her way around the house, more so mansion, they were partying at, heading toward the kitchen.
āso what are you wanting to drink?ā jess hums, gesturing the otherworldly amounts of alcohol littering the large island in the kitchen.
ājust pick something and make a drink for me.ā y/n replies, turning back to face the crowd of people, watching as couples and people nearly fucked each other on various surfaces among the house. as her gaze kept flitting about the crowd of people, she briefly met the eyes of some guy across the room.
she felt her cheeks began to warm as he flashed her a lopsided smirk, his blue eyes boring into hers beneath the mop of shaggy brown hair. she returns his smirk, but hers is much gentler before turning back to jess, taking the red solo cup, staring at the dark liquid swirling in it. y/n cautiously takes a sip, while she trusts jess not to fuck her over and get her obnoxiously drunk, sheās still wary of the alcohol mixed with soda in her cup, sheās only been drunk a handful of times.
she swallows the dark drink, the taste of vodka mixed with the sweet, almost foamy taste of root beer filling her mouth, causing her to salivate ever so slightly as she takes another gracious sip.
āthank you for not giving me something other than vodka.ā she laughs, watching as jess grabs two more solo cups, pouring two hefty shots of vodka into them, quickly handing one to y/n, who clinks her plastic cup against jessā before quickly downing the shot, followed by a large gulp of her drink.
the two slowly make their way out of the kitchen, dancing with each other before beginning to talk and mingle with the rest of the people. y/n was shocked at how easily she fit into the world of influencers and content creators. as she made her way toward the deck, she felt eyes watching her, brushing it off she exited the stuffy house, finding solace in the cool april air clinging to her skin as she leaned against the railing of the wrap-around porch.
as proud as she was of herself for stepping away from her studies for a night, she still needed a moment of peace, or even just a moment alone.
but her tranquility was interrupted by the sliding door opening and shutting softly, she turned to head back inside but she was met with the same blue eyes she held contact with prior.
āhey.ā he nods, pulling a cigarette from the pack that sat in his back pocket, grabbing a black and silver zippo lighter, flicking it quickly.
āhi.ā
āso whatās a pretty little thing like you doing at a place like this?ā he mumbled, running a hand through his hair, the dingy light from the fairy lights lining the roof catching his tattoos, completely enamouring y/n as she watched his arm flex and relax, the muscle tee he wore showing off his lean arms. at first glance, you wouldnāt expect him to have any muscle but as he moved his arm, y/n was thoroughly impressed.
āmy friend dragged me here. what about you?ā she replies, resting her tailbone against the railing as he smirks, his head cocked to the side as his eyes flick across her features.
āwhatādāya mean?ā
ājust that you donāt seem like the party either, very quiet.ā
āand how do you know that, sweetheart?ā
āwell seeing as i came out here because itās overwhelming in there, and you did the same, and weāre the only two people out here, iām assuming you came out here for the same reason.ā she laughs, taking a sip of her drink, holding his curious stare over the rim of the flimsy cup, not once dropping his intense gaze.
āwhat if i just wanted to get you alone?ā he teases, watching as she rolls her eyes, laughing to himself.
āthen youād be a total creep. i donāt even know your name.ā she laughs, shocking herself at how easily she warmed up to him.
āitās matt.ā
āyou look like a matt.ā she hums placing her empty cup on the railing beside before pushing herself up, sitting along the wide railing, her legs dangling slightly as matt puffs on his cigarette, flicking the ashes on the grass below.
āwhat about you? you got a name or am i gonna have to keep calling you sweetheart?ā
āy/n.ā she whispers, her face warming at the nickname falling from his lips, she normally wasnāt one for slightly condescending pet names, but it sounded so sickly and sinfully sweet coming from the stranger beside her.
āthat suits you, a pretty name for such a pretty girl.ā he muses, watching as she turns her head away from in a futile attempt to hide the blush creeping across her cheeks.
āyour tattoos are really pretty.ā
āyou think so?ā he hums, shifting closer to her to let her see them, watching as her eyes shift from each intricate piece, marvelling at the dark ink contrasting against his ivory skin.
āwhatās your favourite one?ā
āprobably cerberus or the owl. what about you? you got any?ā he asks, genuinely curious to know more about the girl beside him, wondering if there was more to the soft and timid appearance.
āwouldnāt you like to know?ā she teased, crossing her legs, causing her skirt to ride up the tiniest bit, showing the smallest amount of ink on the side of her thigh, smirking as mattās eyes shamelessly drifted to the exposed skin.
the two keep talking and getting to know one another, even going as far as to get each otherās numbers, the tension growing thick between the two until jess stumbles through the door, violently drunk as she babbles away about some guy she wanted to leave with.
āif she wants to go with him, i can give you a ride home on my bike.ā
āwe took an uber, so iāll just order another one but i appreciate the offer.ā
āwell if you ever need a ride, just shoot me a text.ā
BUT YOU ALREADY GOT ME FEELINā SOME TYPE OF WAY
over the course of a few weeks, y/n and matt continued to keep in touch, constantly texting one another. the tension never faltering as they bounced flirty and sexual innuendos off one another.
matt has begged for the two of them to hang out, either over facetime or in person, numerous times, even going as far as to ask to take her for a ride on his bike. but she declined every time, letting him know that her studies came first.
normally, if a girl wasnāt really interested in meeting up, whether to hang out or hook up, matt would give up within the first few days. but there was something about y/n that had him inexplicably drawn to her. the soft, delicate, almost innocent appeal to her had him feeling all sorts of ways.
talking to her had him feeling the same way speeding down the seventy stretch a couple blocks from his house on his kawasaki bike did. it was exhilarating, freeing, and terrifying all the same. everything she said, made him feel things he had never experienced, it was like he was speeding down a winding freeway, his arms outstretched on either side of him, letting fate decide what happened.
NOW IF I COULD FIGURE IT OUT, ID TAKE YOU BACK TO MY HOUSE SO WE COULD MEDDLE ABOUT
y/n sighed as she waited on the curb of the restaurant, hoping that the guy from her global economics discussion course that had asked her out would show up. but she knew deep down, he wasnāt going to.
it was another story where she was asked, only to be taken for a fool. she knew he only wanted to fuck, she knew guys were attracted to her pseudo-innocent appearance, thinking they could be the lucky one to corrupt her. but she knew better, and she always made sure the guys put up a fight before receiving what they wanted.
she sighed as she stood, wiping off the back of her jeans before pulling her phone out of her pocket. she opened her texts with jess before remembering jess was at a photoshoot for some clothing brand that reached out to her.
she stood there, glancing and forth between her phone and the sidewalk, torn between swallowing her pride and reaching out to matt to pick her up, or walking home, saving ego from taking a massive blow.
she was stubborn. she wanted to see matt, but she knew what his end goal was and she refused to take another hit to her pride and ego so quickly after being stood up and humiliated by some loser in one of her classes. so, she slowly made her way down the winding sidewalk, but the cold air made the walk somewhat unbearable, and before she knew it, she was pressing the call button, listening to the dial tone. after two rings, matt picked up.
āhey sweetheart.ā he hummed into the speaker, that same taunting tone never faltering over the device.
ācan you pick me up? iāll send you my location.ā
āaw, what happened? did jake stand you up, just like i said he would?ā he laughs, causing her to groan. he was never malicious in the way he poked and prodded at her, he just wanted to prove she didnāt have to be right all the time.
āyeah whatever. can you pick me up or not?ā she spits, fed up with the way her night turned out.
ālose the attitude and i can.ā he spits back, patiently waiting for her to ask in that sugary sweet voice that had his thoughts drifting to a dark place. he knew he was going to pick her up regardless, but he just wanted to use anything he could as an excuse to hear her beg for him, he wanted hee to be completely at his mercy in every possible way.
ācan you please pick me up matt? iām cold and i just wanna go home.ā she pleads, her lips falling into a slight pout, internally groaning at how quickly her resolve had faltered the second he implied and demanded that she beg for him.
āi was going to regardless, just wanted to hear you beg for my help, sweetheart.ā he chuckles, he knew the way he was acting was sick and twisted, his desire to see this stubborn but oh so innocent woman crumple beneath his command overtaking all sense of chivalry in his body, his desire for her manifested through such deep desperation.
she quickly thanked him before sending a ping of her location. she pocketed her phone again, and wrapped her arms around her torso as a pathetic attempt to keep her shielded from her the cold air.
as she stood there, she fought hard to keep her thoughts at bay, refusing to let the desperation seep into the depths of her mind, fighting to keep herself from feeling pathetic. she didnāt want to feel that way, she knew her worth, but sometimes it felt impossible to find someone worthy of loving her. she wondered if she should just give up the one the thing guys wanted without a fight, she would be fine, right?
but before she could answer her own thoughts of despair, a low rumble came from her left, causing her head to snap in that direction. surely enough, the sound came from the muffled engine of mattās motorcycle. and as she watched him swerve to idle in front of her, she couldnāt stop the filthy thoughts from infiltrating her mind. her eyes shamelessly fell to the sight of his hands wrapped tightly around the handlebars, the veins in his slender hands flexing as his thumb pressed down on the clutch. she felt her thighs clench tightly as her heartbeat thumped beneath her chest, the thumping slowly travelling down toward her heat as she watched him.
āhey sweetheart.ā he hums, his tone thick with arrogance, watching as she shamelessly checked him out. she knew she shouldnāt be thinking of him the way she was, but the way his shoulder blades and muscle tightened and flexed as he shifted forward, leaving space for her to climb on behind him, made her want to rake her nails down the skin, her mind running amok with the possible ways he would react to her touch.ļæ¼
she shakes her head as she steps forward, timidly taking a step toward his bike. he watched her, taking in however scared she was, sighing he, grabs her wrist, stopping her from climbing over and straddling the seat behind him.
āyou know iāll be careful right? iām not going to do anything that could end with you getting severely hurt.ā he whispers, his eyes full of nothing but sincerity as she meets his stare, a meek smile on her face as she nods.
āgood girl. now climb on, iām gonna take my chances and take you on that ride i promised.ā
her thighs clench involuntarily at the slight praise that falls from his lips, she could feel her resolve slipping further and further away the longer she was in his presence. and the fact that she would be sitting behind him, with her arms tightly wound around his waist felt much more intimate than it shouldāve.
she quickly straddled the seat behind him, her hands began to shake slightly as she wrapped her arms around him, her hands flat against his abdomen as he kicked up the kickstand, leaning the bike to the other side with his foot on the ground as he revved the engine, causing her hands to ball into fists, with his black shirt tightly twisted between her fingers. as matt took off, he couldnāt help but chuckle as her grasp tightened against him, her cheek pressing against his back between his shoulder blades.
her grip began to loosen as matt took her around the city, and her head lifted from his back, as she took in the scenery around her. but matt missed the way she felt pressed so tightly against him, so in true torturous fashion, he sped up, causing her to go right back to pressing so closely against him, her hands pressing against his lower stomach so firmly, he was sure thereād be marks.
but he didnāt wanted to scare her too much, so he slowed down, coming to a full stop as the light above him flickered to red. as she pulled away, she felt her adrenaline build up and she wanted to finally tease him the way he did her, so she let her hands wander down his stomach, teasingly drifting lower, only to stop right above his belt and move back up.
as her hand trailed down toward his belt, mattās breath hitched in his throat. he desperately wanted to feel her touch him where he needed it most, but his ego was bruised, he wanted to be the one in control, and right now, he was nothing putty in her hand. the light was still red and his heart was beating so harshly against his ribcage, that felt like it was about to burst out of his chest as her hand slipped beneath his shirt, her fingers slipping beneath the waistband of his jeans.
as the light turned green, she pushed her hand further beyond his waistband, and he had never been more thankful to be driving at night. but before he could feel any relief, her hand was back against his stomach, with her head against his back as he drove her along the coast.
but once again they reached another red light, only one other vehicle a few lanes over from them, and this time she threw caution to the wind as her hand drifted downward again, this time not stopping at his belt. and soon enough, her hand was firmly palming his cock through his jeans, and he was biting his bottom lip so hard that the metallic taste of blood began filling his mouth.
he felt his cock stiffen even more as her hand wrapped around his length through his jeans, softly squeezing and applying pressure to it. her hand lifted momentarily, only for it to slip beneath the loosened waistband of his jeans, resuming her teasing but this time, only through one layer of clothing. her thumb traced along his tip, and she smirked to her as she felt the wet spot from his precum seeping through the material. she grasped his semi-thick cock over his boxers, slowly jerking her hand back and forth as best as she could until the light turned green. and matt had never been so lucky that the light turned green when it did because if she had kept up her ministrations, he wouldāve cum in his pants right then and there.
he wasted no time in speeding off as the light turned green, taking her to a somewhat secluded turn off. he quickly killed the engine, forced the kickstand down, and ripped off his helmet, moving to stand in front of her before she could ask questions.
his lips were roughly pressing against hers in almost no time as she side-saddled the bike, his left hand pawing at her hips beneath the thin hoodie she wore as he pulled her closer, while his right hand wrapped around her throat, gently squeezing the soft flesh.
the kiss was rough, a clash of teeth, and full of lust. it was desperate and sloppy, their tongues brushing and pushing against one another as spit and drool accumulated along the muscles, transferring from mouth to mouth. her nails scraped against his scalp as she tugged on the soft brown curls, while her other hand held his bicep, her nails digging into the taught flesh slightly, leaving crescent shaped marks along the tattoos. pulling away, matt pulled her bottom lip with him slightly, entrance by the way it bounced back into its natural pout.
āfuck.ā he hums, his chest heaving as she watches him, her pupils blown out with lust, the black drowning out their normal colour.
āi donāt know what came over me, iām sorry.ā
ādonāt you dare apologize, sweetheart. but that is making it nearly impossible to not take you back to my house and ruin you.ā
pairing: biker!matt sturniolo x good girl fem!reader
synopsis: y/n takes matt up on the offer he proposes after they meet at a party, their tension thicker than their resolve.
warnings: swearing, reckless driving [ mattās a thrill seeker / adrenaline junkie ], sexual tension, 18+, sexual content [ groping over and underneath the clothes ], making out, choking, spit swapping, open ending.
THIRD PERSON POV
y/n has always been a very organized person, every move she made was calculated and meticulous, not leaving enough room for error or her anxiety to spiral up a storm. some would lean toward calling her uptight, but she would let it roll off her back like water because she found a way for everything in her life to fall in line smoothly without many problems arising.
her best friend, jess, has always been the exact opposite of her. she was chaotic and messy, always running late, often being caught in compromising situations and relying on y/n to bail her out. the two were on the opposites of the personality spectrum, and people would screw their faces up at the sight of the two, but they paid no mind because their bond worked.
jess always joked about breaking y/n, turning into the opposite of her but y/n was stubborn, finding the utmost comfort in the way she lived. she didn't see the appeal of chaos and living without restriction.
but her class load had grown rather heavy, and she felt her impulse control weakening the more jess mentioned this massive influencer party that she had garnered invites for through multiple connections, and jess wasnāt backing down.
āfine. i think itās time i take a break anyway, jess.ā
āwait? are you for real right now?ā jess exclaimed, shocked that for once in their friendship, she wasnāt going to a party alone.
WE ONLY MET EACH OTHER JUST THE OTHER DAY
as y/n followed jess through the crowd of people, she felt an overwhelming swarm of different and conflicting emotions, part of her wanted to turn around and walk back to her apartment, while the other part wanted to stick it out, figuring it couldnāt be as bad as she psyched herself out to believe, especially if jess, who was known for being blunt and outspoken if someone was overwhelming, could tolerate it.
y/n felt out of place, clad in a baby pink pleather mini skirt, and a matching pink long sleeve raglan baby tee, both courtesy of jess, and a pair of pink platform converse. she quickly trailed behind her best friend, who seemed to know her way around the house, more so mansion, they were partying at, heading toward the kitchen.
āso what are you wanting to drink?ā jess hums, gesturing the otherworldly amounts of alcohol littering the large island in the kitchen.
ājust pick something and make a drink for me.ā y/n replies, turning back to face the crowd of people, watching as couples and people nearly fucked each other on various surfaces among the house. as her gaze kept flitting about the crowd of people, she briefly met the eyes of some guy across the room.
she felt her cheeks began to warm as he flashed her a lopsided smirk, his blue eyes boring into hers beneath the mop of shaggy brown hair. she returns his smirk, but hers is much gentler before turning back to jess, taking the red solo cup, staring at the dark liquid swirling in it. y/n cautiously takes a sip, while she trusts jess not to fuck her over and get her obnoxiously drunk, sheās still wary of the alcohol mixed with soda in her cup, sheās only been drunk a handful of times.
she swallows the dark drink, the taste of vodka mixed with the sweet, almost foamy taste of root beer filling her mouth, causing her to salivate ever so slightly as she takes another gracious sip.
āthank you for not giving me something other than vodka.ā she laughs, watching as jess grabs two more solo cups, pouring two hefty shots of vodka into them, quickly handing one to y/n, who clinks her plastic cup against jessā before quickly downing the shot, followed by a large gulp of her drink.
the two slowly make their way out of the kitchen, dancing with each other before beginning to talk and mingle with the rest of the people. y/n was shocked at how easily she fit into the world of influencers and content creators. as she made her way toward the deck, she felt eyes watching her, brushing it off she exited the stuffy house, finding solace in the cool april air clinging to her skin as she leaned against the railing of the wrap-around porch.
as proud as she was of herself for stepping away from her studies for a night, she still needed a moment of peace, or even just a moment alone.
but her tranquility was interrupted by the sliding door opening and shutting softly, she turned to head back inside but she was met with the same blue eyes she held contact with prior.
āhey.ā he nods, pulling a cigarette from the pack that sat in his back pocket, grabbing a black and silver zippo lighter, flicking it quickly.
āhi.ā
āso whatās a pretty little thing like you doing at a place like this?ā he mumbled, running a hand through his hair, the dingy light from the fairy lights lining the roof catching his tattoos, completely enamouring y/n as she watched his arm flex and relax, the muscle tee he wore showing off his lean arms. at first glance, you wouldnāt expect him to have any muscle but as he moved his arm, y/n was thoroughly impressed.
āmy friend dragged me here. what about you?ā she replies, resting her tailbone against the railing as he smirks, his head cocked to the side as his eyes flick across her features.
āwhatādāya mean?ā
ājust that you donāt seem like the party either, very quiet.ā
āand how do you know that, sweetheart?ā
āwell seeing as i came out here because itās overwhelming in there, and you did the same, and weāre the only two people out here, iām assuming you came out here for the same reason.ā she laughs, taking a sip of her drink, holding his curious stare over the rim of the flimsy cup, not once dropping his intense gaze.
āwhat if i just wanted to get you alone?ā he teases, watching as she rolls her eyes, laughing to himself.
āthen youād be a total creep. i donāt even know your name.ā she laughs, shocking herself at how easily she warmed up to him.
āitās matt.ā
āyou look like a matt.ā she hums placing her empty cup on the railing beside before pushing herself up, sitting along the wide railing, her legs dangling slightly as matt puffs on his cigarette, flicking the ashes on the grass below.
āwhat about you? you got a name or am i gonna have to keep calling you sweetheart?ā
āy/n.ā she whispers, her face warming at the nickname falling from his lips, she normally wasnāt one for slightly condescending pet names, but it sounded so sickly and sinfully sweet coming from the stranger beside her.
āthat suits you, a pretty name for such a pretty girl.ā he muses, watching as she turns her head away from in a futile attempt to hide the blush creeping across her cheeks.
āyour tattoos are really pretty.ā
āyou think so?ā he hums, shifting closer to her to let her see them, watching as her eyes shift from each intricate piece, marvelling at the dark ink contrasting against his ivory skin.
āwhatās your favourite one?ā
āprobably cerberus or the owl. what about you? you got any?ā he asks, genuinely curious to know more about the girl beside him, wondering if there was more to the soft and timid appearance.
āwouldnāt you like to know?ā she teased, crossing her legs, causing her skirt to ride up the tiniest bit, showing the smallest amount of ink on the side of her thigh, smirking as mattās eyes shamelessly drifted to the exposed skin.
the two keep talking and getting to know one another, even going as far as to get each otherās numbers, the tension growing thick between the two until jess stumbles through the door, violently drunk as she babbles away about some guy she wanted to leave with.
āif she wants to go with him, i can give you a ride home on my bike.ā
āwe took an uber, so iāll just order another one but i appreciate the offer.ā
āwell if you ever need a ride, just shoot me a text.ā
BUT YOU ALREADY GOT ME FEELINā SOME TYPE OF WAY
over the course of a few weeks, y/n and matt continued to keep in touch, constantly texting one another. the tension never faltering as they bounced flirty and sexual innuendos off one another.
matt has begged for the two of them to hang out, either over facetime or in person, numerous times, even going as far as to ask to take her for a ride on his bike. but she declined every time, letting him know that her studies came first.
normally, if a girl wasnāt really interested in meeting up, whether to hang out or hook up, matt would give up within the first few days. but there was something about y/n that had him inexplicably drawn to her. the soft, delicate, almost innocent appeal to her had him feeling all sorts of ways.
talking to her had him feeling the same way speeding down the seventy stretch a couple blocks from his house on his kawasaki bike did. it was exhilarating, freeing, and terrifying all the same. everything she said, made him feel things he had never experienced, it was like he was speeding down a winding freeway, his arms outstretched on either side of him, letting fate decide what happened.
NOW IF I COULD FIGURE IT OUT, ID TAKE YOU BACK TO MY HOUSE SO WE COULD MEDDLE ABOUT
y/n sighed as she waited on the curb of the restaurant, hoping that the guy from her global economics discussion course that had asked her out would show up. but she knew deep down, he wasnāt going to.
it was another story where she was asked, only to be taken for a fool. she knew he only wanted to fuck, she knew guys were attracted to her pseudo-innocent appearance, thinking they could be the lucky one to corrupt her. but she knew better, and she always made sure the guys put up a fight before receiving what they wanted.
she sighed as she stood, wiping off the back of her jeans before pulling her phone out of her pocket. she opened her texts with jess before remembering jess was at a photoshoot for some clothing brand that reached out to her.
she stood there, glancing and forth between her phone and the sidewalk, torn between swallowing her pride and reaching out to matt to pick her up, or walking home, saving ego from taking a massive blow.
she was stubborn. she wanted to see matt, but she knew what his end goal was and she refused to take another hit to her pride and ego so quickly after being stood up and humiliated by some loser in one of her classes. so, she slowly made her way down the winding sidewalk, but the cold air made the walk somewhat unbearable, and before she knew it, she was pressing the call button, listening to the dial tone. after two rings, matt picked up.
āhey sweetheart.ā he hummed into the speaker, that same taunting tone never faltering over the device.
ācan you pick me up? iāll send you my location.ā
āaw, what happened? did jake stand you up, just like i said he would?ā he laughs, causing her to groan. he was never malicious in the way he poked and prodded at her, he just wanted to prove she didnāt have to be right all the time.
āyeah whatever. can you pick me up or not?ā she spits, fed up with the way her night turned out.
ālose the attitude and i can.ā he spits back, patiently waiting for her to ask in that sugary sweet voice that had his thoughts drifting to a dark place. he knew he was going to pick her up regardless, but he just wanted to use anything he could as an excuse to hear her beg for him, he wanted hee to be completely at his mercy in every possible way.
ācan you please pick me up matt? iām cold and i just wanna go home.ā she pleads, her lips falling into a slight pout, internally groaning at how quickly her resolve had faltered the second he implied and demanded that she beg for him.
āi was going to regardless, just wanted to hear you beg for my help, sweetheart.ā he chuckles, he knew the way he was acting was sick and twisted, his desire to see this stubborn but oh so innocent woman crumple beneath his command overtaking all sense of chivalry in his body, his desire for her manifested through such deep desperation.
she quickly thanked him before sending a ping of her location. she pocketed her phone again, and wrapped her arms around her torso as a pathetic attempt to keep her shielded from her the cold air.
as she stood there, she fought hard to keep her thoughts at bay, refusing to let the desperation seep into the depths of her mind, fighting to keep herself from feeling pathetic. she didnāt want to feel that way, she knew her worth, but sometimes it felt impossible to find someone worthy of loving her. she wondered if she should just give up the one the thing guys wanted without a fight, she would be fine, right?
but before she could answer her own thoughts of despair, a low rumble came from her left, causing her head to snap in that direction. surely enough, the sound came from the muffled engine of mattās motorcycle. and as she watched him swerve to idle in front of her, she couldnāt stop the filthy thoughts from infiltrating her mind. her eyes shamelessly fell to the sight of his hands wrapped tightly around the handlebars, the veins in his slender hands flexing as his thumb pressed down on the clutch. she felt her thighs clench tightly as her heartbeat thumped beneath her chest, the thumping slowly travelling down toward her heat as she watched him.
āhey sweetheart.ā he hums, his tone thick with arrogance, watching as she shamelessly checked him out. she knew she shouldnāt be thinking of him the way she was, but the way his shoulder blades and muscle tightened and flexed as he shifted forward, leaving space for her to climb on behind him, made her want to rake her nails down the skin, her mind running amok with the possible ways he would react to her touch.ļæ¼
she shakes her head as she steps forward, timidly taking a step toward his bike. he watched her, taking in however scared she was, sighing he, grabs her wrist, stopping her from climbing over and straddling the seat behind him.
āyou know iāll be careful right? iām not going to do anything that could end with you getting severely hurt.ā he whispers, his eyes full of nothing but sincerity as she meets his stare, a meek smile on her face as she nods.
āgood girl. now climb on, iām gonna take my chances and take you on that ride i promised.ā
her thighs clench involuntarily at the slight praise that falls from his lips, she could feel her resolve slipping further and further away the longer she was in his presence. and the fact that she would be sitting behind him, with her arms tightly wound around his waist felt much more intimate than it shouldāve.
she quickly straddled the seat behind him, her hands began to shake slightly as she wrapped her arms around him, her hands flat against his abdomen as he kicked up the kickstand, leaning the bike to the other side with his foot on the ground as he revved the engine, causing her hands to ball into fists, with his black shirt tightly twisted between her fingers. as matt took off, he couldnāt help but chuckle as her grasp tightened against him, her cheek pressing against his back between his shoulder blades.
her grip began to loosen as matt took her around the city, and her head lifted from his back, as she took in the scenery around her. but matt missed the way she felt pressed so tightly against him, so in true torturous fashion, he sped up, causing her to go right back to pressing so closely against him, her hands pressing against his lower stomach so firmly, he was sure thereād be marks.
but he didnāt wanted to scare her too much, so he slowed down, coming to a full stop as the light above him flickered to red. as she pulled away, she felt her adrenaline build up and she wanted to finally tease him the way he did her, so she let her hands wander down his stomach, teasingly drifting lower, only to stop right above his belt and move back up.
as her hand trailed down toward his belt, mattās breath hitched in his throat. he desperately wanted to feel her touch him where he needed it most, but his ego was bruised, he wanted to be the one in control, and right now, he was nothing putty in her hand. the light was still red and his heart was beating so harshly against his ribcage, that felt like it was about to burst out of his chest as her hand slipped beneath his shirt, her fingers slipping beneath the waistband of his jeans.
as the light turned green, she pushed her hand further beyond his waistband, and he had never been more thankful to be driving at night. but before he could feel any relief, her hand was back against his stomach, with her head against his back as he drove her along the coast.
but once again they reached another red light, only one other vehicle a few lanes over from them, and this time she threw caution to the wind as her hand drifted downward again, this time not stopping at his belt. and soon enough, her hand was firmly palming his cock through his jeans, and he was biting his bottom lip so hard that the metallic taste of blood began filling his mouth.
he felt his cock stiffen even more as her hand wrapped around his length through his jeans, softly squeezing and applying pressure to it. her hand lifted momentarily, only for it to slip beneath the loosened waistband of his jeans, resuming her teasing but this time, only through one layer of clothing. her thumb traced along his tip, and she smirked to her as she felt the wet spot from his precum seeping through the material. she grasped his semi-thick cock over his boxers, slowly jerking her hand back and forth as best as she could until the light turned green. and matt had never been so lucky that the light turned green when it did because if she had kept up her ministrations, he wouldāve cum in his pants right then and there.
he wasted no time in speeding off as the light turned green, taking her to a somewhat secluded turn off. he quickly killed the engine, forced the kickstand down, and ripped off his helmet, moving to stand in front of her before she could ask questions.
his lips were roughly pressing against hers in almost no time as she side-saddled the bike, his left hand pawing at her hips beneath the thin hoodie she wore as he pulled her closer, while his right hand wrapped around her throat, gently squeezing the soft flesh.
the kiss was rough, a clash of teeth, and full of lust. it was desperate and sloppy, their tongues brushing and pushing against one another as spit and drool accumulated along the muscles, transferring from mouth to mouth. her nails scraped against his scalp as she tugged on the soft brown curls, while her other hand held his bicep, her nails digging into the taught flesh slightly, leaving crescent shaped marks along the tattoos. pulling away, matt pulled her bottom lip with him slightly, entrance by the way it bounced back into its natural pout.
āfuck.ā he hums, his chest heaving as she watches him, her pupils blown out with lust, the black drowning out their normal colour.
āi donāt know what came over me, iām sorry.ā
ādonāt you dare apologize, sweetheart. but that is making it nearly impossible to not take you back to my house and ruin you.ā
SHUT UP. SHUT THE FUCK UP. BE QUIET. SIT DOWN. SHUT UP. SHUT UP. i need to be EUTHANIZED. SHUT THE FUCK UP NATE WITH SCRUFF EVERYBODY SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!!!
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i think iām done writing here!! it was so fun while it lasted but iām moving on for now!! thank you guys for all the support and making me laugh and enjoying my work š« it truly means the world to me. i always said this blog was for fun and the second it stopped being fun is when iād let it go. itās still fun, but i can feel myself losing interest so i wanna be done before i put out things im not proud of.
donāt worry!!! iāll still be finishing number neighbors, posting the chris one shot (eventually) and prolly one more part of toxic!matt texts and bf!chris, and then itās a wrap. the series i was gonna start literally just died in my head so i donāt think????? itāll get posted but hey, who knows. thank u for everything pookies u guys are lit
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