everyone is talking about how freaky Matt was being in their most recent video, but all i’m thinking about is how much of a fucking perv he is.
matthew always has sex on his mind—if he’s not thinking about fucking your brains out? then his next thought is when will he be fucking your brains out.
yes we’ve all heard about how matt didn’t wanna choose between ass or tits which is valid, but i think it’s because he genuinely likes it all. granted—tits are his favorite to look at, touch, lick and more.
but one thing about being his gf/wife? he’s gonna put his dick in your pussy always. he loves loves sex, he loves the feeling of sliding in and out of a tight wet hole—licking and slurping up juices from his girl.
the amount of cum he has is almost unbelievable, he drinks a lot of water which makes him very hydrated but also even if he cums like two times already—he would still have more to spare.
“fuck—fgod smells—s-so good mama” matt moans, nearly out of breath. your favourite perfume fills his nose as he humps the pillow you sleep on, shaking the fragile bed under him. precum stains his boxers from his dick pressing against the cotton, making a dark patch on the front.
your lacy underwear bunches up with the pillow as his grip tightens, smushing everything together so he could thrust properly. high pitched whimpers leave his mouth with each hip movement, the friction around his crotch killing him. “wish you were here so so ba—bad ah—i” he stutters, head falling back.
to tease, matt slowed his hips and brought your underwear to his face, overwhelming his nose with your smell. taking you in, he sniffs hard and long, needing to refresh his memory. so sweet with a little tang. while suffocating himself, he built his pace back up, rutting against the softness to chase that orgasm he craved.
his whole body started to react as his orgasm approached, sweat dripping, muscles tensing, goosebumps spreading. his jaw remained dropped as pornographic sounds spilled from his plump pink lips. you drove him insane, had him humping a pillow cause he missed you that much. he looked utterly pathetic now, practically fucking a pillow while drooling into your panties.
INTRODUCING PERV!MATT — BEST PAIRED WITH BSF!READER
｡𖦹°‧old Tyler, the creator. Always “accidentally” brushing up against you. Always staring at you. Stole your spare keys without you noticing so he could sneak in whenever he wanted. Dojas verse on kill bill. Subtle flirting or teasing masked as casual conversation
you had lost count of how many pairs of lacy panties have gone missing in your drawer. you assumed maybe they got lost while doing your laundry, but each time you did your laundry you made sure you had everything accounted for.
it was almost driving you crazy how you had lost several pair of panties, until you found out who the culprit was. matthew sturniolo. the boy next door.
matt was shy, awkward, but adorably sweet. you had caught him a couple times staring at you in your miniskirts, stockings, and heels. you assumed it was natural for boys to stare, but sometimes he couldn’t take his eyes off you. your eyes would meet, and he’d instantly go red in the face and turn his attention elsewhere. he always ended up staring back at you again while trying to be subtle about it. you always noticed.
so, when you invited the boys over to your house for a movie and pizza night, you caught on to matt and him stealing your panties. he excused himself to go to the bathroom. nick and chris were into the movie and hadn’t noticed you following after matt 30 seconds after he got up.
he wasn’t in the bathroom, not yet. your bedroom door was open with the light on like how you left it. you heard him scurrying around in there. you were silent so he didn’t catch you. matt stood there in front of your dresser, his hand holding a pair of your new lace pink panties you just got the other day. his fingers traced over the hem that was covered in lace with a pretty pink bow on the front.
your eyes widened in surprise at the sight. no one has ever done anything like this to any of your things before, especially your items that were intimate. you weren’t sure what to do but stand there and watch. your eyes moved down to the front of his gray sweatpants, his evident hardened bulge now on display. your cheeks flushed a bright shade of pink at the sight, knowing your panties were the reason he had gotten a hard on.
matt slipped the panties into his back pocket and closed your dresser door. your body immediately moved away from the wall and over to the living room and on the couch, so he didn’t see you snooping on him. your heart was beating out of your chest, your mind racing by the second that you couldn’t keep up with it. a couple seconds later, matt appeared into the living room as if nothing happened. you tried to be discreet, your blanket laying comfortably on your lap with your knees propped up against your chest. nick and chris were so invested in the movie they hadn’t even paid attention to matt walking back into the room, but you did.
he looked over at you, your eyes now locking together in a brief moment. all you did was flash him a small smile and he immediately got red in the face, a small smile appearing onto his lips as he sinks back into the couch on the opposite side next to chris. it was dark in the room despite the glare of the tv constantly with each scene and the light dim of the candle you had placed in the living room to fit the mood for the evening.
the movie was far from over, but you couldn’t even concentrate on it. not after what you had just witnessed. you snuck a few glances towards matt and every time you looked over at him, his eyes were already on you before immediately pulling his gaze away once he noticed your stare. it was evident his cheeks were red as you noticed he began to chew onto his bottom lip, his hand moving up to run through his messy hair.
it’s not like you haven’t noticed matt before. you all have been friends for years since the day you moved next door. they immediately befriended you and you all did almost everything together. nick and chris were protective in a friendly way, but matt always seemed a little different when it came to your friendship. he was easily flustered, never seemed to take his eyes off you, and seemed really jealous and upset anytime you hung around a boy or had a boyfriend in general. he took more time getting to know you and your little quirks. he remembered things about you that the others didn’t.
you thought nothing of it at the time. matt was always typically quieter and more kept to himself. he never really had a girlfriend, not that you knew of. you didn’t notice the difference between matt and the other boys until recently. maybe you liked it. maybe you hadn’t had that kind of attention before and it was flattering yet turned you on at the same time.
matt was a good-looking guy. he was pretty to look at. he was awkward, but in an adorable way. he was smart, sensitive, and very caring. you always thought it was so sweet how attentive he was and was always there for you when you were going through a really hard breakup. so maybe he had a crush on you. could you possibly have the same feelings towards him? you never thought about it. not until you noticed your panties missing and the way he looked at you, almost like he was trying to sneak a peak of your ass in your lacy panties underneath the skirts you wore.
you cleared your throat before speaking, “i’m hungry. does anyone want popcorn?” nick and chris immediately in unison chanted a loud 'yes' and matt nodded his head as his eyes were now on you again. you smiled at them, your eyes now locked on matt’s. “great. i’ll go make us some.”
you instantly got off the couch and was about to head over to the kitchen when matt stood up too. “i’ll help you.”
all you could do was nod your head, flashing him a small smile before heading into the kitchen with matt following behind you. was he looking at your ass in your skimpy pajama shorts? he sure was. he watched the way your hips swayed from side to side, your ass round and plump, and the way the fabric of your shorts hugged your curves. you also had on a tank top with your zip-up sweater over it and he found himself eyeing your perfectly shaped breasts.
as you were about to reach up to grab the popcorn in the top cabinet, he immediately took the initiative. “here, i’ll get it for you.” as he reached up to grab the popcorn box from the cabinet, your eyes caught a glance of pink lace panties hanging slightly out of his back pocket. you knew he had grabbed them, but this was just pure indication that you weren’t seeing things. your face must’ve spoke for you as he instantly noticed your eyes glancing at his back pocket. his hand patted the back of his jeans, his eyes widening in surprise before pulling his hoodie down to cover it. “i-“ he stammered his words, his cheeks growing hot and red by the second.
you weren’t sure how you were going to approach this, but you were honestly quite flattered. he stood next to the counter, his hand still placed onto the box of popcorn as he chewed onto his bottom lip as a nervous habit. you stood next to him, bumping his shoulder as you leaned into him, your lips now brushing against his ear as you spoke softly against it, “you know, if you wanted a pair of my panties, you could’ve just asked me.”
you weren’t sure where the confidence in you came from, but you knew you had to say something rather than let it linger in the air that he did indeed take a pair of your panties from your drawer. your breath was hot and heavy against his ear, and you not only visibly see him tense up, but you felt it next to you. he was flustered and completely red in the face now, the redness on his cheeks now creeping up against his neck. “i..i’m sorry. i can p-put them back? y-yeah i can do that.” he didn’t look your way, his hand resting the box of popcorn on the counter and placing both of his hands onto the counter, his knuckles going white from gripping the counter a little too hard.
“no, no.” you immediately spoke up, shaking your head at his words. he was obviously flustered and couldn’t find the words to speak. he probably didn’t realize you would catch him and was embarrassed. it was adorable, actually. “keep them. do whatever you want with them. but they look far better on me. i know you have taken a peek once or twice.” you giggled softly at your own words, surprised that you actually admitted this out loud.
“y-you noticed that?” he stammered his words, now having the courage to look over at you, his cheeks and neck bright red. “i-im sorry, i-“
you cut him off, your hand falling over to his shoulder as your eyes locked onto his. something inside of you wanted to tease him, liking the reactions you were getting out of him. it was cute and kind of turning you on. “no, don’t apologize. it’s kind of cute. a bit of a turn on.”
a part of you wondered what he did with the panties he took from your drawer. did he keep them in his own drawer? use them to get off? was he planning on keeping them as a trophy like the guys in the movies who would keep girls’ panties like souvenirs? your thoughts were on overdrive as you imagined the possibility of what he did with your panties. you snapped out of your own thoughts, moving your hand to place onto his that was still gripped onto the counter to try and relax him. your pinky finger laced around his, giving it a reassuring squeeze.
he kept his eyes on you, his adam’s apple bobbing up and down as he swallowed nervously. he moved his free hand to run through his messy locks before his hand traveled to the back of his neck and caressed it out of a nervous habit. his eyes locked down at your pinky’s being locked together, his cheeks heating up even more if that were possible considered he was already as red as a tomato. “i-i’m glad you think so. listen i want to explain. i-“
his words were cut off by chris yelling from the living room. “where the hell are you guys? me and nick want popcorn dammit!” you silently cursed underneath your breath. this could not be worse timing. “patience, chris!” you shouted back to him, hoping to shut him up. apparently, that snapped matt back to reality and he shook his head, a soft sigh emitting from his lips. he pulled his hand away from yours. “we should probably make this popcorn, huh?”
you had to admit you were disappointed. you wanted him to explain, but you knew he was nervous as it was, and his brothers were impatient and ruining the mood. matt put the popcorn in the microwave. as it was starting to pop, you began to reach over to grab a big bowl for the popcorn and some salt. when you turned your head over your shoulder, you noticed matt was glancing back over to your ass like he was mesmerized by it. you felt your own cheeks heat up as he was checking you out. your eyes glanced down to the bulge in his pants, the same way it looked the moment he was in your bedroom staring at your panties. you could tell he was big in size and the thought of it underneath the fabric made your tummy flutter and your thighs want to squeeze together.
just as you were about to speak, the sound of the microwave went off, signaling the popcorn was done. you let out a soft sigh, placing the bowl to your chest with the salt in your hand. matt grabbed the popcorn out of the microwave and closed it. looks like the rest of the night was going to be like any usual night when you all hung out.
the only difference? your panties still buried in matt’s back pocket.
A/N- i hope you guys liked it! i’m really enjoying this AU so if you want more just like/reblog and let me know and i’ll keep going with it. thank you to @sturnshood for helping me with the pictures. ♡
heads up! this is inspired by the au that @mattscoquette has originally written, with my own spin on it.
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