i’m pretty sure if brits can wait til 10;30-11pm for a vid u guys can wait til late afternoon no? just a thought idk. just doesn’t seem like the end of the world to me
⤷ in which . . . you and matt argue about which one of you is better in bed, going so far that one of you suggests putting it to the test.
⤷ warnings . . . very heavy smut, enemies to lovers trope, unprotected sex, making out, cunnilingus, dirty talk, use of pet names, degradation and praise mix, blowjob, handjob, switch!matt, (mostly dom) matt is reallyy cocky, multiple orgasms/rounds, overstimulation, humiliation kink, playful/sexual banter, riding, rough sex, light choking, teasing, missionary, neck kissing/sucking. *everything is done WITH CONSENT*
⤷ written by . . . @/delilahsturniolo. do not copy, steal, or modify my works. if you are taking any inspiration from this, please ask me first before posting and credit me in your description. happy reading! :)
*NOT PROOFREAD*
you really didn’t expect to end up in this position. if you were told 10 minutes ago that matthew sturniolo, the boy who you’re supposed to envy, is currently driving his cock into you so hard that it results in your body shaking and sinking into his sheets as he pounds into you mercilessly, along with a multitude of desperate moans escaping through your lips…you’d probably just laugh right in their face.
you wouldn’t have even thought that would become reality.
it started simple. nick had invited you over for a movie night, and you knew you’d have to see matt as well, but your plan tonight was just to ignore him, and focus on having fun and spending time with nick.
unfortunately for you, operation cold-shoulder went south faster than the speed of light, all because nick and chris left you and matt alone together in the house, after they left to go buy snacks for your movie night.
you and matt. alone. together. the perfect recipe for chaos.
you’re sitting on the couch, mindlessly scrolling on your phone, when suddenly you hear a familiar voice break the silence in the house.
“what’re you doing?” matt mutters, entering the living room. his eyes lock with yours, brunette hair swooping effortlessly over them, his hood slightly frizzing up the top. he plops down on the couch, just a few feet away from you, but still keeping his distance.
“nothing that concerns you.” you mumble almost incoherently back, not even daring to bat an eye at him. you can’t deny how attractive matt is, no matter how much you claim to hate his guts. you wish you could think otherwise—but it’s just not possible. you’d never admit any of this to his face, though.
matt lets out a quiet huff at your response, leaning back against the couch cushions like he’s settling in for something.“good to know you’re still as pleasant as ever,” he mutters.
you roll your eyes, finally glancing at him for half a second before looking back at your phone. “good to know you’re still as annoying as ever.”
“annoying?” he repeats, brows lifting slightly. “that’s the best insult you’ve got tonight?”
you sigh and put your phone down, finally glancing at him. “don’t you have anything better to do? i mean, it’s friday night.”
“what are you implying?” matt smirks, raising an eyebrow at you.
you lean back into the couch cushions, crossing your arms. “i’m implying that you’re usually out with some girl right now. isn’t that like…your weekly routine?”
his expression shifts into something amused, almost lazy. “wow. someone’s been keeping track.”
“please,” you scoff. “you make it hard not to notice. there’s a new girl practically every week.”
matt tilts his head slightly, studying you now instead of looking annoyed like you expected. “and that bothers you…why?”
“it doesn’t bother me,” you snap quickly.
“sounds like it does.”
you roll your eyes dramatically. “i just think it’s funny.”
“funny?”
“yeah,” you shrug. “the way you walk around acting like god’s gift to women.” a quiet laugh leaves his mouth. not offended. entertained.
“you think that’s what i do?”
“don’t you?” you shoot back. “you’re the one who goes out with a different girl every night.”
he leans forward slightly, elbows resting on his knees now, his gaze fixed on you. “and what exactly do you think happens on those nights?” he asks, voice calmer than before.
you shrug again, trying to look uninterested even though his attention suddenly feels a little too intense. “i don’t know,” you say. “i assume you’re doing what every other guy like you does.”
“a guy like me?” he repeats.
“yeah. cocky. full of himself. thinks he’s amazing in bed because a few girls told him he was.”
“a few?” he echoes.
you wave a hand dismissively. “whatever.”
for a moment he just stares at you, like he’s trying to figure out if you’re serious. then he lets out a quiet laugh and leans back again. “you’ve got a lot of opinions for someone who has no idea what she’s talking about.”
your eyes narrow immediately. “oh really?”
“really,” he says simply.
“so what, you’re actually good in bed?” you challenge.
“never said that.”
“you didn’t have to.”
he shrugs. “but if you’re curious, yeah. i’d say so.”
your stomach flips at the bluntness of it, but you refuse to let him see that. instead you scoff. “sure you are.”
his eyes flick back to yours instantly. “you don’t believe me?”
“not really,” you say flatly.
he leans forward again, slower this time.
“why not?”
“because guys like you always exaggerate,” you reply. “it’s basically a personality trait.”
his jaw tightens slightly. “guys like me.”
“yeah.”
there’s a beat of silence. then he speaks again, quieter now.“you don’t know anything about me, sweetheart.”
you laugh dryly. “i know enough.”
“do you?”
“yeah,” you say. “i know you think you’re amazing at everything.”
he tilts his head. “not everything.”
“oh please.”
“but i am pretty confident in that department,” he says calmly.
you roll your eyes again. “of course you are.” another pause settles between you, the air suddenly heavier than it was before. matt studies your face for a second longer before speaking. “you’re acting like you know better.”
“maybe i do.”
his brows lift slightly. “you do?”
“maybe,” you repeat.
he leans a little closer now, close enough that the teasing edge in his voice feels different. more serious. “so you think you’d be better?”
the question catches you off guard. “that’s not what i said.”
“sounds like it.” his lips press together like he’s trying not to smile.
“so then prove me wrong,” you challenge suddenly. the words come out before you can stop them. shit, you knew he wasn’t going to back down.
his eyes sharpen instantly. “prove you wrong.”
“yeah,” you say, trying to sound unfazed even though your heart just sped up.
“how exactly do you expect me to do that?”
you shrug, attempting to play it off. “i don’t know. seems like you’re the expert.” for a second he just stares at you. really stares. then he leans back against the couch again, slow and deliberate. a small smirk appears on his face.
“careful,” he says quietly. his eyes meet yours again. “you might end up regretting that challenge.”
you raise your chin slightly. “doubt it.”
the smirk widens just a little. the room suddenly feels smaller. your pulse pounds in your ears. still, you hold his gaze.
“alright then,” matt starts, shifting closer to you on the couch. oh my god, was the only thought repeating like a broken record in your head in that moment. “i’ll prove you wrong.” he murmurs, confidence creeping through his voice, and the determined glint in his eyes.
you’ve just entered yourself in a game you’ve never played before, a fire you can’t put out, a wave you’ve never surfed. and yet, you’re determined to remain unfazed. although, it doesn’t seem to last for long.
before you can react, matt’s hand moves to your waist and he pulls you up from the couch. the movement is sudden enough that you stumble slightly into him. “matt—”
“relax,” he mutters, already guiding you toward the hallway.
“where are we going?”
he glances back over his shoulder. “somewhere with less distractions.” your stomach flips when you realize where he’s leading you.
his room.
“what if nick and chris come back?” you ask, even though you don’t pull away.
“they won’t be back yet,” matt says simply.
you’re not sure how he knows that, but the calm certainty in his voice makes it hard to argue. he pushes the door open and steps inside, pulling you with him before shutting it behind you.
you don’t even have time to process his movements before his hands are on you again. they roam your body adventurously as his lips suddenly crash onto yours, moving with a passion you didn’t even know he had.
you gasp into his mouth as he backs you up against his bed, laying you down swiftly, his lips not once leaving yours. your tongues begin to clash, you feel his hand travel up to the side of your neck, a small groan leaving his mouth as he intensifies the kiss, tilting his head for more access.
he begins pecking light kisses down your neck, occasionally stopping in one spot to suck on your skin, making his mark. he lifts his head, hovering over you as you lay beneath him, completely at his mercy.
“last chance,” matt taunts. “last chance to back out, or just give up now.” he smirks, and gosh—his cockiness makes your stomach twist.
“i’m not backing out.” you huff, which only makes him snicker.
“yeah? y’scared i’m gonna be better?” he teases you once more, already beginning to slide his hoodie and undershirt off, leaving him completely shirtless above you.
“oh please matt, you’re not gonna make me feel shit,” you laugh, almost humorlessly. “i’m only doing this so you feel humbled.” you fire back at him.
although, you both know that’s far from the truth. you’re already doubting your own words, feeling the weight of the contradiction that’s about to occur.
“you really don’t know when to quit, do you?” matt murmurs, kneeling in between your legs, as you lay your head on his pillow, looking up at him. “you’re confident, i like it,” he smiles, hands sliding to the hem of your pants, toying with it in a teasing manner. “but your body betrays you, love.” he whispers wickedly. you hate how soaked his words make you, how much he has you wrapped around his finger.
matt begins undressing you completely, throwing your clothes aside carelessly. he suddenly parts your legs, his head dipping down between them. “fuckin’ soaked, i knew it.” he chuckles, kissing your inner thighs.
and before you know it, his tongue delves straight into your soaked cunt, your body jolts in surprise. he finds your clit, sucking on it like there’s no tomorrow, getting lost in your wetness. you feel his stubble scratching lightly against your thighs as he works his mouth against your pussy, flicking his tongue with expertise, hitting the perfect spots.
you can’t keep your stubborn act on for much longer, your hand flies to your mouth to prevent your moans from slipping out. as much as you wanted this, you knew that he wouldn’t shut up about getting an authentic reaction from you.
but, you just can’t hold it in.
“oh—oh fuck—matt!” you whimper as his tongue moves faster. his thumb finds your clit, he begins circling it as his mouth continues to move against you. you feel him laugh quietly against your pussy, the vibrations of it adding to the pleasure.
he was just waiting for you to fall apart for him.
you gasp as your orgasm hits you harder than you expect, you release all over matt’s face, still buried in you. matt groans, licking and devouring every last drop of your release, before lifting his head, a cocky smirk planted on his face.
“still think i’m an amateur?” matt looks down at you, catching your breath.
“fuck you.” you breathe out, that only makes matt smile more.
you suddenly sit up, pushing matt down onto the same spot you were laying. he looks at you with anticipation, and even a bit of amusement.
“this’ll be fun to witness.” he says, laying on his back, waiting for you to make your move. you ignore his comment and undo his belt hastily, shoving his jeans down and pulling them off.
his bulge is visible through his boxers, it’s as tempting as ever. he catches you staring, and sits up on his elbows slightly. “like what you see?”
“just—shut up.” you roll your eyes, pushing him back down and slowly peeling his boxers back, pulling them down his ankles. his cock springs out, and you don’t hesitate to wrap your hand around his length, stroking his tip teasingly, before attaching your lips to it.
matt hisses and you continue stroking him, your tongue simultaneously stimulating his tip. “fuck,” he groans desperately, chest rising and falling quicker he’d ever care to admit.
you suddenly back away, removing your hands and mouth from him completely. “wha—“ matt starts, he’s quickly interrupted by you climbing onto his lap, suddenly sinking down onto him, his cock now buried deep inside you. you both moan and react to the stretch, your hips begin to move slightly.
“shit, sweetheart.” matt lets out a needy sound, one hand traveling to your hip, guiding your movement, the other going to your face, his thumb tracing your bottom lip. “suuuchh a fuckin’ good girl…makin’ me feel so good…” he praises breathlessly.
another desperate moan escapes your mouth, you throw your head back in pleasure and ride him faster, eager to reach your climax. his hand goes down to your throat as your head tilts back, your tits bounce as you move quicker against his cock.
it feels euphoric—his cock inside of you. those were words you never thought you’d even formulate in your mind.
“tired already?” matt chuckles as your movements slow down. you roll your eyes and huff at his taunting.
“matt!” you gasp as he grabs your hips and flips you over onto your back, positioning himself on top of you, and once again—driving his cock into you almost immediately. “oh—fuck—matt, right there!” you whimper out. matt’s hips move with precision, but his thrusts grow faster with every passing moment.
“shiitt—takin’ me so good baby,” matt whispers. you can tell he’s also getting close. “what happened to all that confidence before, hm? nothing to say now, huh?” he says, watching as he practically fucks you dumb.
not long after, he cums inside of you with a long groan, triggering your orgasm as well. he eases out of you after a few seconds, collapsing on the bed beside you.
“so,” he huffs, catching his breath. “who won?”
“i think…i think it’s a tie…” you wipe sweat from your forehead, turning in bed to face him. matt locks eyes with you once again.
“guess we’ll need a tiebreaker then, yeah?” he smirks. you roll your eyes playfully and let out a laugh.
Sometimes I feel like the only fan here who is just happy for the triplets and happy that they get to do whatever they want with their time because their bills are paid, and I also don't feel the need to threaten to take away everything I've "given to them" if they post late two weeks in a row. 🤷♀️
Why does the sturniolo tag on tumblr feel more like the reddit snark than a horny fanfiction website?
warnings creampie, oral (f), and def some subcategory of cum play here idk man i just work here :/
matt lets out a low moan as hips stutter before completely going still, spilling inside of you in thick, long spurts. you almost keen at the feeling of him twitching, forcing your walls to clench tightly around his cock in the rhythm you know makes him crazy. you think he's going to continue thrusting into you like he normally does after cumming so soon and you feel him pull back, and you moan. . .
but then that moan turns into a whimper of disappointment when you feel him fully slip out of you, not expecting him to just. . . pull out.
“wha–no–why–?” you, despite panting hard, whine as a small pout formed on your lips.
matt didn't see it, though, because he was too busy looking down at your pussy, watching the way his seed followed; dripping out of you while you continued to clench around nothing. your tone and words made him chuckle softly, and then he was leaning back in, kissing that spot under your ear that had you melting almost instantly.
“don't worry, baby. i didn't forget about you,” he mumbles against your skin before gently wrapping his lips around the spot and sucking down, having to hold back his cocky smile when he hears you hum in pleasure.
you almost didn't even register what he said, the feeling of his tongue and teeth barely nibbling your skin making your brain go fuzzy again. you didn't know what he had in mind and your first thought was he'd just finger you—it wasn't as great as the real thing, but whatever made you cross the finish line, you guessed.
you don't even notice when he started kissing down your throat, making his way past your collarbone before making sure to kiss your nipples appreciatively on the way down. a small giggle left the back of your throat at the gesture, but then he carried on, his hands trailing down your sides and reaching your knees to gently widen your legs.
by the time he made it to your inner thighs, you were moaning in anticipation. he's gone down on you before fucking you, plenty of times actually, but never after. never when his own release was still leaking out of you. this was entering new territory. in truth, you had to admit the idea of him eating you out while being able to taste himself in you kind of turned you on more than you already were.
“y–you don't have to do that. . .” you tried to play it off like you weren't willing him with your mind to start making out with your other set of lips.
normally, matt would take his time—kiss in between your thighs, plant little hickies where only him and you can see. but the mere sight of you continuing to clench around nothing and his spill, though half of it now running down your cheeks, still visibly being inside you. . . god, he just couldn't wait.
“nah, i don't have to,” he agreed, biting his bottom lip with impatience before leaning in and licking a slow, long stripe up your slit—starting from your entrance, ending just above your clit. the action made you tremble and a shaky gasp left your lips from how sensitive you were. “but i can't leave my needy girl behind now, can i?”
your thighs were now being held open by his hands and he kissed at your folds, though a bit uncharacteristically gentle. as if he was apologizing for something. “no–no, i. . . guess not.”
he pressed one last kiss against you, this time kissing your hole directly. a small groan left his lips at the combination of both his load and your essence now mixed, the vibrations of the sound working through your cunt and making you lull your head back against the pillows.
he pulled back before he could absolutely devour you and looked up, seeing the way you were reacting, that cocky smile from before making a reappearance. “there you go, baby. and remember—eyes on me, yeah?”
safe to say, the whole “eyes on me” rule was thrown out the window the second he started plunging his tongue in and out of your spent hole for the third time around.
a/n i actually. . . DON'T?. . . hate this. . . anyways matt looks so fucking gorgeous in their newest reel and he's so babygirl it hurts. happy sturniolo friday everyone :)
your text shines brightly from his phone. he didnt know what came over him a few hours before. he didnt know why he sent that video or even made it in the first place.
chris didnt think of the consequences that video could bring him. what if this ruins their years of friendship and trust? he immediately felt deep regret and hated himself for listening to his brain more than his heart, but more importantly he hated your reaction.
he stared blankly at the phone for a while. his body frozen— he couldn’t get up even if he put all his strength attempting to, unsure of what to say or do.
a few seconds passed, until he immediately put the phone down and made his way to the bathroom. turning on the sink and letting the rush of cold water sooth the sting. hoping and praying that this was all just some bad dream, and that he’d soon wake up from this nightmare but…much to his dismay, nothing happened.
throwing on some random sweats and a hoodie that was laying around, he proceeded to walk to the kitchen for breakfast. nick already there, sitting at the table eating cereal. “good morning, chris” he says. “mornin’” chris replies back in a sleepy tone as he walks to the fridge. “you got any plans today?” “nah, i don’t thi-” nick almost immediately cuts him off “okay good, y/n’s coming over in a few hours”
chris freezes just for a second whilst grabbing a pepsi. a slight tense in his shoulder but straightening up before nick could suspect something. the one person he did not want to see at all or show his face to, just had to be coming over today. “fuck” he mumbled, more to himself than anything. “everything okay..?” nick asked questioning chris’ sudden reaction. “yeah ‘m fine, jus’ feelin real tired.. gonna head back to sleep.”
in his bed, mind spiralling with ideas on how to avoid you when you showed up. nothing popped up. suddenly, regret filled his veins. he knew it was wrong. hell, he knew you didn’t even like him like that. dragging his hand over his face, “i’m so screwed.” he groaned.
chris still laying down thinking, he heard nick jump up from the couch and run to the front door. he knew you finally arrived. quickly composing himself, he walked to the living room.
as soon as chris walked in, he froze in his tracks. you were wearing a matching black set that hugged your curves, your hair freshly blown out, and your makeup light but flawless. completely mesmerized by your looks, he didn’t realize that everyone was staring at him. “chris! hello?” nick raised his voice a little. “yes, uh…sorry. hi y/n.”
you gave him a akward smile and made your way to the kitchen with nick. chris sat on the couch and turned on a random show, trying to get the time to pass by faster, which seemed to fail.
half an hour passes until matt decided to join nick and you. a few minutes pass until one of them start to wonder. “*hey chris. why arent you hanging out with y/n and us?*” chris gets up and walks to the kitchen whilst mumbling a sorry.
with him being quiet the whole time, the rest talk for a while—feeling like an eternity for chris, until you decide it was time to wrap up. “sorry guys i needa head home. i got brunch in the morning with one of my friends, so i have to wake up early” you say abruptly. “okay bye y/n, drive safe” nick says as youre already almost out the door. then door slams shut and chris runs back to his room.
as soon as he got there, he let out a huge sigh. it was absolute torture for him. trying to avoid eye contact with you, barely speaking, and worst of all, you didnt say a word to him. his heart ached in his chest. he kept wishing that he could take it all back or go back in time to stop himself…but of course, nothing happened.
as he layed in his bed for what seemed like forever, he stared at the celing and let thoughts drown his brain. then, he suddenly got up and made his way to the front door. “hey, where are you going?” matt questioned. “just going out for a drive. ill be back in a few” chris said as he slammed the door shut on his way out.
as he got in his car, he immediately started to drive to your house. he had to apologize to you or else his thoughts would eat him alive. as he pulled into your driveway, he ran to your doorstep and rang the doorbell. praying that you would forgive him, you opened the door with a startled expression on your face.
“chris? what are you doing here so late?” “im so sorry y/n. i had a dream about you and i wasnt thinking straight, im sor-” you cut him off with a kiss. as you pull away, chris is clearly in awe. “why did you-” cutting him off this time with a harsher kiss, his arms snuck around your waist. with his lips on yours, you started to walk backwards to enter your house.
as you both got in, chris closed the door behind him, grabbing your thighs and hooking your legs around his waist. his lips still on yours, he made his way to your room.
getting on your bed, you topple onto chris straddling his lap. you broke the kiss slightly, eyes locked on chris as you slowly peel off your shirt revealing a lacy black bra. he let out a low groan, “fuck you’re so…wow.” chuckling a bit at his remark, you press down against him feeling his bulge.
letting yourself off of him, you let your fingers sneak into his waistband, bringing down and bunching his sweats and boxers at his ankles. his dick bounces up and slapping against his stomach.
eyes widening slightly taking in his dick, he grew a little smirk on his face. his dick jumping at the attention you’ve been giving it.
“fuck y/n, you’re killing me” you get yourself off the bed, slowly taking off your shorts, panties along with it. you look up—chris staring in complete enchantment, you get back onto his lap letting out a moan feeling him heavy beneath you.
chris wraps his fist around him, aligning himself with your pussy. slowly rubbing against your clit, projecting a whimper as he gathers your wetness. you finally sink down moaning at the stretch. sitting for a few seconds adjusting to his size, chris suddenly takes your lips into his.
breathing heavily and groaning into your mouth, his hands snuck behind your back, unclasping your bra letting your tits spill out. he immediately brings his mouth up to one of them—sucking and licking on your sensitive nipple, his free hand caressing the other.
you slowly start to roll your hips letting out a loud whine—still not used to his size. “holy fuck, you’re so big” you moan, picking up your pace a few seconds later. chris’ lips detach from your nipple, moaning at your statement. you start riding him ernest. bracing your hands on his shoulders, you lift yourself up to his tip, slamming yourself back down till he’s completely buried inside you. your thighs flexing around his waist, hips snapping.
continuing your movements, chris’ hands grip almost painfully at your hips, enough to leave bruises. you feel him twitching inside of you. “fuck, y/n, i’m-” you didn’t even let him finish his sentence before slowing down your movements. his eyes shooting open in desperation, he lets out a loud whine at your action. “d-don’t you d-dare cum” you struggle to say while trying to keep control.
at this point you’re breathless, hopeless for release. “y/n…please” he whines out begging. you then fully stop moving, keeping him from the release his aching cock needed. chris had enough of your actions. you had been pushing and teasing him up until his breaking point.
suddenly, in a single swift motion, he flipped you onto your back hovering over you, effectively pinning you in place. he suddenly started drilling his cock deep inside you. your eyes instantly meeting the back of your head, letting out a shocked cry from your throat. his hands promptly grabbed both your wrists, pinning them above your head as he continued to slide in and out of your cunt with ease.
“you had fun with your teasing, now it’s my turn” he groans out breathlessly. he then brings your leg up onto his shoulder, digging his knees into the mattress, adjusting his angle making sure you feel every inch of him. you released a sharp moan upon each of his thrusts. “fuck, you’re so tight” he groaned bringing his head into the crevasse of your neck, already close to falling apart with how your walls clamped around his dick. your back arching at his words, he knew you were close with how you were pulsing around him.
“you close?” he asked you, sucking your neck hungrily, licking stripes up to your ear as you nodded greedily. his hips started snapping, slamming relentlessly into you. feeling his cock swell inside of you, his fingers found your clit beginning to rub tight circles, causing you to buck your hips into him.
suddenly the knot in your stomach snaps, shattering around him. your legs tighten around his waist as you cried, walls fluttering around his cock.
as you strained around him, milking his dick perfectly, he curses before his hips started stuttering. he felt his balls tighten and cock stiffen as his eyes trailed down to your chest, watching as your tits bounce to the rhythm of his thrusts.
as you rode the waves of your release, the way his name falls softly from your mouth pushed him over the edge. he pulled back one last time before slamming back into you, allowing his cum to paint your trembling walls white. he moaned out your name in broken whimpers, finally reaching the release he had been chasing since the moment you got on top of him.
as he rode out his final wave of pleasure, he collapsed onto you. you both lay there, brains spiraling with heaving chests. eventually he pulled himself off of you, allowing you to savor the feeling of his release as it slowly drips out of you. as he flopped down beside you, his arm snuck around your waist bringing you closer to him. you layed your head onto his chest tracing circles on his stomach as he kissed the top of your head.
you bring your head up staring into his eyes as a smile slowly crept onto your face. for a moment, neither of you move. the room is quiet and peaceful, the chaos from earlier finally gone. you comfortably in his arms, feeling safe and content.
and somehow for the first time all day, everything feels right.
a/n - i am so sorry this took forever to be posted :( this is my first time writing full on smut so uh its def bad but yeah !!
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