Warnings: p in v , masturbate (m!), cum inside (don’t do that pls), bath sex
!!English it’s not my first language!!
Matt arrives home extremely tired. After four meetings, two video shoots, and a podcast interview, he couldn't be more exhausted.
He walks in with slumped shoulders, messy hair, and the look of someone who just wants to disappear.
Luckily, Matt Sturniolo has the most adorable girlfriend in the entire universe.
He had sent multiple messages throughout the day talking about how much he missed you, how tired he was, and how much Chris had annoyed him all day long.
So, you prepared Matt’s favorite dish for dinner, put on a relaxing playlist featuring songs he likes, and drew a bubble bath for him.
As soon as Matt arrived at your apartment, he was greeted with hugs and kisses all over his face.
“Hey, babe” he said with a laugh. “I missed you all day.” Matt was now holding you by the waist and burying his face in the crook of your neck, breathing in your scent.
“Me too,” you practically whispered. “I have a surprise for you” you said, smiling.
A look of curiosity appeared on Matt’s face as you took his hand and led him to the kitchen.
“That smells amazing” Matt said, referring to the seasonings in the pasta you’d prepared for him. “Did you make this for me?”
The kitchen counter held two plates of pasta and a candle in the center, with Mac Miller’s “Come Back to Earth” playing softly in the background.
“I thought it would be a great way to take your mind off your chaotic day,” you said, standing with your hands behind your back, feeling a bit shy as you waited for his reaction.
And Matt? He had such a huge smile on his face that you could see every single one of his teeth.
He could hardly believe how lucky he was to have you.
“Thank you so much, babe—this is perfect.” He pulled you into a hug. “Did you do all this yourself?” He said excitedly.
“Yes.” You lead him to the counter. “And after dinner, I’ve prepared a bubble bath for you.”
Matt raises an eyebrow with a mischievous smile.
“A bath that you will be taking alone,” you say, laughing.
“Come on! I had a rough day; I think your company in the bath might help me relax more.”
“We’ll see,” you smile.
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Dinner was a success. Matt rambled on about his chaotic day while praising the pasta dish he was eating, though he didn't mention the relaxing atmosphere created by the playlist you’d put together.
“Babe, this dinner was perfect,” Matt sighed. “I think I’m going to take a bath—want to join me?”
You had thought Matt was too tired for sex tonight, but when it comes to you, he’s never too tired.
“Of course. Let me take care of you,” you said, pulling Matt toward the bathroom.
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Within minutes, you and Matt were undressed and side-by-side in a hot, bubbly bath.
“This feels so good,” Matt said, referring to how his muscles were relaxing in the hot water. “But you know what else would be good?”
You knew the answer, but you wanted to play along.
“What?” you asked, feigning innocence.
“You touching me,” he said in a low voice, moving closer to kiss your shoulder. “I’ve been thinking about you all day.”
“If we’re going to do this,” you said, kissing his lips, “I need you to let me take care of you.” Another kiss. “I want you to feel good.” One more kiss.
Matt sighed as he felt himself getting hard.
Without wasting any time, you swung a leg over Matt’s hips and straddled him.
You ran your hands through his hair and felt his ragged breathing; his blue eyes were dark with lust.
A make-out session began, but Matt was impatient.
“Baby, I need you,” he said, his hands on your hips. “Please, don’t tease me.”
Normally, you’d push Matt to his limit, but today was a different occasion.
Your hand slid down and slowly stroked him underwater. Matt grips the edge of the bathtub and throws his head back.
“Damn, this isn't enough,” he groans in frustration.
“Easy, just relax for me, okay?” You kiss Matt’s neck while quickening the pace of your hand.
For a few seconds, Matt closes his eyes, letting the day's tension drain from his body and focusing solely on the intense pleasure you’re giving him.
But it wasn't enough. He needed to be inside you.
To feel your warm walls tightening around him.
As if reading his mind, you quickly position your hips over Matt’s hard cock and lower yourself onto him.
As you sink all the way down, you let out a low moan.
“God,” Matt says. “You feel so good.”
You begin to move slowly up and down on Matt’s cock, driving him wild with arousal and need.
Your hands dig into Matt’s shoulders for balance, leaving faint nail marks behind.
“Please, don’t stop,” Matt groans as he feels you squeezing him with your sweet pussy.
You pick up the pace, fighting hard not to cum too soon, focusing instead on Matt’s pleasure.
“I need to feel you cumming on my cock,” he says, gripping the edge of the tub so hard his knuckles turn white. “I need it, baby.”
“You need it, huh?” You laugh. “Do you like it when I ride you?”
“I love it,” he moans. “I’m so close—I need to feel you.”
And then, as if your bodies were truly connected, you and Matt surrender to orgasm at the same time.
Lustful moans and dirty talk fill the bathroom. “Fuck, that feels so good,” Matt said as he climaxed. “I love you so much.”
His eyes rolled back with pleasure as the two of you caught your breath, foreheads pressed together, accompanied by smiles and soft laughter.
“It’s so gross being in a tub full of water and cum” Matt said, laughing. “But it was worth it.”
You cup Matt’s face in your hands and kiss him tenderly.
“How do you feel now?” you ask.
“Couldn’t be more relaxed.”
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The two of you clean up, take a proper shower, and soap each other’s bodies.
Shortly after, you put on your most comfortable clothes and lie down in bed.
“Thank you,” Matt whispers as he turns off the bedside lamp. “For everything.”
You smile in the dark and run your hands through the hair of the boy lying beneath you.
And there, you drift off to sleep, knowing that no matter how difficult things might get, you would always have each other.
Warnings ! Smut, oral, fem!recieving, mentions of alcohol, authors first language isn't english.
✉: I have no words just enjoy guys 😌 also i'm so proud of this wtf (pretend the end doesn't exist)
The door closed behind you with a thud as you stumbled inside, Chris holding a hand around your waist to steady you.
– "So you've been out all night looking like a five course meal and not a single guy tried to hit on you?" He laughed, "dude that's insane."
It was actually more insane how he just called you 'dude' without a second thought.
You leaned back against the wall, your heels clicking softly as you shifted your weight. The adrenaline from the night—the loud music, the overlapping conversations with people you'd never met but somehow knew? — the dizzying blur of city lights, it all was finally fading, leaving behind a humming emptiness that only Chris seemed to know how to fill.
It had always been like that, somehow.
You watched him take his shoes off with a satisfied nod, his eyes flicking back to you with a smug grin displayed on his face.
– "You're staring," he noted, though he didn't look away either.
He stepped back into your space. He didn't stop until the tips of his shoes bumped against yours, pinning you gently against the wall.
The playful energy from moments ago had shifted — even an idiot would notice it, and now it was settling into something heavier and more deliberate.
He reached up, his thumb tracing the line of your jaw with a slow, searching pressure that made your breath hitch.
You giggled, – "Well maybe i'm just a little tipsy" you slurred on your words, one of the many side effects after a fun night out.
He didn't answer with words, instead he leaned in until his forehead rested against yours.
For a moment, the only sound in the room was your synced breathing and the slightly muffled hum of the refrigerator in the kitchen.
He smiled, – "Yeah.. maybe you just are a little tipsy" he stated, oh he was teasing you.
Teasing you for being drunk.
He shifted his weight, his hand sliding from your jaw to the small of your back, pulling you even closer to him.
Chris let out a breathy laugh, the sound vibrating against your lips, before he finally closed the gap. The kiss was slow at first, tasting of the sweet fruity cocktails you'd been drinking all night.
He backed you away from the wall, his movements quicker now, guiding you toward the bedroom with a focused intensity that made your heart skip a beat.
By the time you hit the edge of the mattress, the air between you felt thick, almost electric.
Like you could physically see and touch the energy radiating in the air.
Chris paused for a second, his eyes scanning your face with a softness that almost caught you off guard, his thumb tracing your collarbone. – "I've been thinking about this since the moment you walked through the door tonight," he admitted, his voice dropping even lower.
You grinned, – "Oh really? That's not too long" you teased him back, pressing wet and sloppy kisses to his neck.
He let out a soft and quiet moan, – "Since the moment you walked through the car door"
– "Sorry.. I can't hang out with people who lie" you whispered against his skin, though you weren't planning on letting him go anywhere.
He chuckled, finding your lips with a passion only he ever could have.
You arched your back, pulling him closer as your fingers tangled in the short hairs at the nape of his neck. He shifted his weight to hover over you.
The bed groaned under his frame, the mattress dipping with his weight as he braced himself on his elbows, his eyes dark and focused.
His hand travelled from your waist, tracing the shimmering fabric of your dress upward with a slow patience.
When his palm finally met the skin of your thigh, your breath hitched. He looked up at you, a small, knowing smirk playing on his lips. – "You're shaking," he murmuredt.
The dress was a struggle—the stubborn zipper that wouldn't close nor open without a fight was a struggle, to be exact.
But once the fabric pooled around your hips, even then he didn't immediately move for the finish.
Instead, he took a moment to just look at you, his breath hitching. He leaned down to press a lingering kiss to the curve of your hip, then another to the soft dip of your stomach, his movements steady. You felt your heart hammering against your ribs, the arousal and anticipation mixed with the alcohol building into a tight knot in your chest.
Then, without a word, he shifted, sliding down the bed until he was positioned between your legs.
The sudden change in perspective made your breath hitch, and you instantly reached for the headboard to steady yourself.
Chris looked up at you, his expression softening into something so intense it was unexplainable. He didn't say anything, but the way he looked at you said everything you needed to know.
He looked at you as if you were the only thing that mattered.
And to him, you were.
He leaned forward, his tongue grazing the sensitive skin of your inner thigh, sending a wave of heat crashing through you that made you throw your head back against the pillow with a gasp.
The world narrowed down to just the two of you, the bedroom and the aftermath of a night you wouldn’t forget any time soon.
Chris didn’t rush, teasing you with kisses and licks to your thigh. And when his lips finally met your center, you let out a sharp cry that echoed through the quiet of the bedroom.
You were about to stop yourself, to put a hand over your mouth to muffle your sounds, and then you remembered.
You had your own place now, no brothers lurking around, getting ready to tease you if they hear as much as a puff coming from the bedroom.
You felt your hips instinctively lift, seeking more of that pressure, your fingers tightening their grip on the headboard.
He hummed against you, a low vibration that applied just the right amount of pressure to make you shiver underneath him. His tongue tracing patterns that left you breathless and aching for him.
Every time you tried to find a rhythm, he shifted slightly, not quite letting you take control.
Your heart was beating fast against your ribs, every touch sending a jolt of sensation through your body, every lick getting you closer and closer to your climax.
"Chris," you let out a breath, your voice sounding nothing like it usually did, now it was strained and thick with arousal.
You reached down, your fingers diving into his hair, guiding him, urging him to move faster.
He responded by deepening the pressure, his breath coming in hot, heavy puffs against your thighs.
You cried out a moan, making him chuckle against your core—the tension in your stomach only grew tighter and tighter until you felt as if you were hovering over the edge of a cliff waiting for the wind to finally push you over.
The build-up was agonizingly slow, a pleasurable torture that made you arch your back and press yourself deeper into the mattress.
Just as the first wave of the climax began to crash over you, he flicked his tongue upward with a precision that made your entire body shiver with anticipation.
You let out a strangled moan, your eyes shutting as the tension finally snapped, making you come with a cry of his name.
He kissed the inside of your thigh before coming up to rest his head on top of your chest, – "Tomorrow you have to make it up for me" he teased, a grin tugging at the corner of his mouth.
– "Ha ha, very funny, you started it" you answered, rolling your eyes before pressing a soft kiss to his forehead.
– "You love me" he murmured, pulling the covers ontop of you two.
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