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I’m the “chris girl”. She/her. Arctic monkeys. Dark red. Writer. Halloween. Music. Sturniolo’s (duh). Moodboards. Reading books. Sushi. Rain. Night time. Roses. Love. The beach. Shadows…
Introducing The Matt Girl ⋆.˚ ☾⭒.˚
I’m the MATT GIRL. State Champs. Purple. Writing Over Reading. All Of Autumn. Spotify Premium. My Twin. AU Creation. Swimming. Spaghettios. Love Is Only Real In Fanfiction. The Beach. Darkness.
A MATT STURNIOLO BLURB — MATT AND YOU CAN’T MAKE UP FROM AN ARGUMENT VERBALLY
WARNINGS: MINORS DNI! SMUT, MAKEUP SEX, BEWARE!
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YOU AND MATT didn’t argue often. it was a rare occurrence, and 90% of the time it was over the most ridiculous shit possible either way. but this time? woah. it was serious. he was mad. to start from the beginning, you decided to go out drinking with some of your friends. no biggie, matt trusted you. sure, it bothered him a tad bit that the rest of your friends were all single, but you still have him to go home to.
but then you called him at one in the morning slurring into the phone. "baby, i need you to pick me up…" you whined. your voice was hushed but he could still hear the rowdy party atmosphere behind you. "i don't feel so good and i don't know the way home and—"
he cut you off, voice sharp. "where the fuck are you?" his tone was clipped. already reaching for his keys. already pulling on jeans. already running a hand through his hair in that agitated way he did when he was trying not to blow a fuse. "who's there?" he pressed, tone darkening. "you said your friends. which friends? are any of them— look, are any of them guys? because if any of those motherfuckers think they can—" he cut himself off again, taking a deep breath. "nevermind. doesn't matter. where are you? i'll be there in ten."
he pulled up to the address you sent, immediately spotting you standing outside looking green around the gills. alone, thank god. but there were a bunch of guys milling around and one of them had his hand on your back, steadying you. his eyes narrowed as he watched the guy laugh at something you slurred out. jealousy and anger flared in his chest. he got out of the car, slamming the door behind him. he marched over, gently pushing the guy's hand off your back. "i got her," he snapped.
"can you even stand?" he asked gruffly, wrapping an arm around your waist. you stumbled slightly, leaning into him. he sighed, scooping you up into his arms. "nevermind. i got you." the walk to the car was a blur. he practically poured you into the passenger seat, muttering something about "can't even keep your shit together." but his touch was careful—unbuttoning your top so you could breathe easier, grabbing water from the glove box, adjusting the AC.
as he backed out, one of the guys called out, "yo, she coming back?" matt flipped them off without looking.
the drive was tense. he kept one hand on the wheel and one on your thigh—not a sexual thing, just grounding. making sure you didn't slide off the seat. you were muttering nonsense under your breath about how "the floor is spinning" and "matt why are there two steering wheels." he let out a long groan. "because you're drunk off your ass, baby," he muttered softly, glancing at you. your hair was a mess, makeup smudged under your eyes. you looked like shit, honestly. "should've stayed home." he added pointedly as he pulled into the driveway.
he killed the engine but didn't move. just sat there staring straight ahead. hands still on the wheel. jaw tight. "how much did you drink?" his voice was low. you were staring at your reflection in the visor mirror, trying to figure out why your face looked "weird." fuck, was he mad. he knew from the second you left something was off. and he was going to give it to you tomorrow, once you sobered up. he carried you inside like a child, depositing you on the bed. he stripped off your heels, socks, pants—leaving you in just your tank top and panties. you tried to help but your hands were wobbly and you kept giggling at nothing.
he grabbed a trash can, put it next to the bed. then he walked out. not a word. you laid there for a bit, feeling nauseous and dizzy. the room was spinning and you could hear matt in the kitchen, slamming cabinets and murmurung. after a while, you heard the couch creak and the TV turn on. he wasn’t coming back to bed. you were asleep within minutes. woken up the next morning by a pounding headache and the sunlight streaming through the window. you groggily lifted your head, squinting at the bright light. your mouth was dry as the sahara desert and your bladder was screaming.
you stumbled to the bathroom, practically living there for the next twenty minutes. when you finally emerged, face washed and teeth brushed, you found matt on the couch. still in last night's clothes. coffee in hand. eyes glued to the TV like it was the most fascinating thing in the world. he didn't look at you. not even when you cleared your throat. you hovered awkwardly for a minute before realizing he wasn't going to acknowledge you. okay, so he was really mad. like, silent treatment mad. you knew that look—he was processing and probably plotting what he wanted to say.
you grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge, nursing it as you sat down on the kitchen counter. you watched as he flipped through the channels, muscles tense. he was quiet. too quiet. finally, he spoke up. "head hurts?" his tone was neutral. almost cold. not even looking at you. just asking a question like he'd ask any other day. but you knew better. the tightness around his eyes gave him away. he was still pissed. just trying to keep it together. "yeah," you answered miserably, taking a swig of water. you waited for more. some sort of response or complaint or whatever he was supposed to say after you drank yourself into oblivion last night. but he just kept flipping through channels, giving you the cold shoulder. great. just what you needed. an attitude to deal with on top of the hangover.
"don't look at me like that." he spoke finally, eyes never leaving the television. "don't give me that shit." he set the coffee mug down hard enough that it clicked against the coaster. his jaw was set, that specific muscle jumping. "we're gonna talk about last night. when your head stops pounding." you sighed internally. you knew what that meant. when your head stopped pounding. when he felt like speaking to you again. when he decided you'd had enough time to process how stupid you were. he was going to lay into you. and you didn't blame him. you deserved it. “fine."
he nodded once, sharply. like that was the end of it. he went back to his silent treatment, sipping his coffee and watching TV. you stayed on the counter, nursing your water and your hangover, feeling miserable and guilty.
an hour passed before he finally spoke again. "come here." you eyed him suspiciously. 'come here' usually meant trouble. especially when he used that tone. but you swung off the counter anyway, head throbbing with every movement. you shuffled over, stopping a few feet away like you were approaching a stray cat that might bite. he was still facing the TV, jaw tight, coffee mug cradled in one hand.
"sit." he said the word flatly. no room for argument. you didn't argue—too hungover for it. you'd kicked off your flip-flops and sat on the armrest of the couch, watching him. he finally looked over. those sharp eyes flicked across you, scanning. not exactly gentle. judging. checking for something? "head still hurts?" his tone was softer now. gentler than before. he set the coffee mug down and finally turned his body towards you. one leg on the couch, one foot on the floor. his arm rested on the back of the couch, fingers drumming lightly against the cushions.
"yeah," you admitted weakly, bringing your knees up to your chest. you felt like absolute shit. physically and emotionally. the guilt was eating at you because you knew how reckless you'd been last night—and you could tell he was trying to hold himself back from ripping into you. "i'm sorry," you mumbled, looking down. he scoffed softly, almost a humorless laugh. "you're sorry." it wasn't a question. it was a fact he'd already decided. he uncrossed his legs, putting both feet on the floor. still not looking at you. staring somewhere past you.
"do you even remember what happened last night?" his voice was low, controlled. he was trying not to raise it and not to lose his temper right then and there. you shook your head slightly, still looking down at your knees. no, you didn't remember everything clearly. "you called me at one in the fucking morning," he said slowly, like he was reciting a script he'd already memorized. "slurring. stumbling. asking me to pick you up because you didn't know the way home." he paused, jaw tightening. "and some guy had his hands on you. oh! oh, and mind you, i had called lucy three times trying to figure out what bar you were at since you didn’t pick up the phone!”
"and when i finally found you, you were leaning against some stranger, laughing too loud, drinking who knows what," he continued, his voice rising slightly as he stood up, running a hand through his hair in frustration. "ooooh, and let's not forget the fact that you were wearing—" you cut him off, voice carrying disbelief (and a little hurt), “are you calling me a slut right now?” “no!” he threw his hands up in frustration. "i’m not calling you a slut! god, no. but that top was barely there and you were wasted and some guy had his hands on you and- and- i didn't know what was going on!"
"i didn't know if he was taking advantage of you or if you were actually interested in him!" he snapped. "so yeah, i'm kinda pissed off about it! because you're my girlfriend and you're out partying with other guys and i’m over here worried sick, and then you get in the car and you're all giggly and happy and drunk and you're trying to kiss me and i’m just trying to keep my eyes on the damn road and make sure you get home safe!” you felt tears pricking at your eyes against your will, you knew he was right, but you also could never handle being yelled at. “i’m– fuck– i’m sorry, i’m sorry,”
"fuck, don't cry," he muttered, immediately regretting his harsh tone. he ran a hand through his hair again, this time in exasperation rather than anger. "i’m not trying to yell at you." he stepped closer but didn't touch you yet. "just... fuck." your tears were spilling now, hot and angry at your own helplessness. you'd been reckless. you'd put yourself in a position where some random guy could touch you. but he was also yelling at you. and you couldn't handle that. he watched as you cried, face buried in your knees now, shoulders shaking. he sighed heavily, reaching out to gently tug your wrists away from your face. “stop crying,” he said gruffly. “please.”
“baby, i’m not tryna be the insecure, overbearing boyfriend. i care about you. i want you to be safe. i’m sorry for yelling. i…i’m…i don’t want you to cheat on me, i guess.” you blinked up at him through tear-streaked cheeks, catching your breath. that was... not what you expected. you thought he was gonna keep ripping into you, make you feel worse. he avoided your gaze, his thumb now rubbing circles on your wrist. he looked almost embarrassed by his admission, his usual aloof facade cracking a bit. “i mean... you were all over that guy last night. it's...” you hiccupped, pulling your hand away to wipe your nose with the back of your sleeve. "i don't—" you shook your head, sniffling. "i didn't even know who he was. i don't even remember his face. i was just... fucking stupid. i'm so sorry."
"i don't want anyone else," you whispered, voice cracking. he stood there, studying you. the way your shoulders were still shaking, how you looked so small huddled there with tear-stained cheeks and a red nose. god, he was still pissed, but seeing you like this softened his edges. he took a deep breath, his jaw clenching before he spoke. "then don't give me a reason to worry." you shifted, nodding slightly. “well, can i make it up to you?” you asked, voice less watery than before.
he glanced away, jaw clenching as he processed the offer. it was a dangerous question to ask. because whatever the answer was, it was going to involve effort and he wasn't sure he could handle that yet. not when he still felt like he needed to punch something. "what does that even mean?" he finally muttered, looking back at you with guarded eyes. you swallowed hard, trying to be vague but still to the point. “i think you know what i mean, matt. just to make you feel better. to make me feel better.”
he hesitated, torn between his anger and his desire. it felt manipulative, using this to get something he wanted. but damn, he was so fucking frustrated right now. and you were offering. the silence stretched on, heavy with unspoken tension. you watched him process the offer, his jaw working, his eyes darkening. he knew exactly what you meant. it was a proposition. a chance to turn your guilt into pleasure, to make it up to him in the way that always worked. but was it fair? using sex to smooth over a fight?
he ran a hand over his face, exhaling sharply. he was still mad— furious, honestly. but you were sitting there with tear-stained cheeks and puffy eyes, offering him something. god, he wanted to say no. he should say no. but he also wanted to punish you for last night. just a little bit. without a word, he stepped closer, grabbing your wrist and pulling you to your feet. he was silent as he led you out of the living room and down the hallway to the bedroom. he didn't speak until he had you inside, the door slamming shut behind you.
he advanced on you, backing you up against the wall without touching you. “you want to make it up to me?" he mumbled, his voice low and dangerous. “fine." he reached out, grasping your waist and lifting you up suddenly, setting you roughly on the edge of the dresser. he stepped between your legs, one hand gripping your hip possessively while the other tangled in your hair, pulling your head back to expose your neck.
"you’re gonna make me feel better," he murmured darkly, his lips brushing against your exposed throat. "you're gonna make yourself feel better." his teeth grazed your pulse point, not hard enough to hurt, but enough to make you shiver. "but we're doing it my way." his grip in your hair tightened slightly. "understand?" your breath hitched as you looked down at him, your heart hammering against your ribs. you could feel the heat radiating off him, the raw frustration practically vibrating through your body. but you nodded. "yes." his lips were still pressing against your throat, feather light but firm. your hands hovered over his shoulders, afraid to touch, afraid of where this was going.
he didn't kiss you. not your lips, anyway. instead, he trailed a line of biting kisses down your neck, his hands gripped your thighs possessively, spreading them wider. he pulled back suddenly, breaking the contact. his chest heaved with unspent anger and something else. he unbuttoned his shirt roughly, throwing it aside. his eyes were wild, his jaw clenched. he was practically shaking with the effort to contain himself. “knees,"
he watched as you slowly slid off the dresser, sinking to your knees before him. his eyes darkened, taking in the sight of you on the floor, looking up at him with flushed cheeks and parted lips. he unbuckled his belt slowly, deliberately. "open your mouth," he pulled his cock free from his boxers, hard and thick. he stroked it once, twice, watching your eyes. he wrapped his hand around the base of his cock, guiding it towards your open mouth. he didn't push in immediately; instead, he rubbed the head against your lips, coating them with precome. “suck," he commanded roughly, finally pushing forward until the tip slipped past your lips.
he held your head steady with one hand on your hair, not forcing it deeper but not letting you pull away either. he watched you carefully, his breath heavy. "just like this. slow." he was trying to make a point. this was what you'd offered. this was what 'making it up to him' meant. and god, it felt so good—too good. he groaned quietly, his head falling back as you wrapped your lips around him and sucked gently. he could feel your tongue pressing against the underside of his dick, and fuck, it was perfect. “look up at me," he demanded suddenly, his voice strained. you did as he asked, looking up at him through your lashes. his face was contorted with pleasure and anger, his eyes narrowed. he gripped your hair tighter, pulling your head forward just enough to sink deeper into his mouth. good girl," *he panted out, the insult clear.
he was being rough on purpose, thrusting into your mouth slowly but deeply, hitting the back of your throat. he wasn't being gentle like he usually was during blow jobs. this was punishing, using your mouth to relieve his frustration. “fuck," he moaned, his hips moving in short thrusts. he was getting closer, and he hated how good it felt. he hated that you were making him feel good when he was supposed to be angry. "take it," he demanded, holding your head steady as he fucked into your mouth. you choked on a sob, gagging slightly as he pushed deeper. your eyes watered, tears streaming down your cheeks. he held your head in place, forcing you to take him deeper than was comfortable. "swallow," he panted out, his hips moving faster now. "swallow it all." he came with a low groan, his cock pulsing in your mouth as he emptied himself down your throat. he held you there until he was done, his hand still tangled in your hair. when he finally pulled out, you coughed and sputtered, tears still streaming down your face.
he watched you cough and sputter, feeling a pang of guilt at the sight of your tear-streaked face. but he also saw that glint in your eyes and your eagerness. plus, he was too mad to apologize. instead, he turned and grabbed a towel, throwing it gently at you. "wipe your face." you wiped your face, swallowing the last of him. he watched you, his chest still heaving. he wanted to be mad— furious even. but, fuck, you'd made him feel so much better. he threw the towel back onto the dresser, still not looking at you fully. his anger was dissipating, replaced with a messy mix of relief and lingering frustration. "get up," he ordered roughly, turning away slightly. "come here." his hand was held out, waiting for you. you got up slowly, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. you stepped closer, taking his outstretched hand. he pulled you against his back, keeping his face turned away. his other arm wrapped around your waist, holding you tight against him. "you're still in trouble," he muttered, his voice slightly gentler now.
you sniffled softly, making small soothing sounds that made his anger dissipate even more. he hated how you had this effect on him. one minute he wanted to yell at you, the next minute he just wanted to hold you and make you feel better. "shh," his arm tightened possessively around your waist, pulling you flush against his back. he could feel your small body pressing against him, hear your soft sniffles. it was making his heart ache, his anger completely forgotten. without thinking, he murmured, “i’m not mad at you." you immediately melted against him, wrapping your arms around his waist and resting your head between his shoulder blades. the action made him soften completely. he sighed, turning around to face you. his hands framed your face gently, thumbs wiping away the remaining tears.
he pressed his forehead against yours, inhaling shakily.* "I'm mad at myself," he admitted quietly. "for getting so fucked up over nothing. for being the one who makes you cry." his thumbs traced your cheekbones. "i'm sorry, baby." you looked up at him, eyes red-rimmed but softened. he couldn't help but notice the slight swell of your pout, the way your lips were still a bit swollen from sucking him. he brushed his thumb over them, his voice softening completely. “you did good. better than i deserved." he tilted your face up, kissing your forehead, then each closed eyelid where tears had fallen. he kissed your nose, then your cheeks. he kissed every spot he could reach, murmuring soft apologies and compliments between each press of his lips. he kissed you like he wanted to erase every tear you'd shed because of him. "i'm sorry," he kept saying softly. sleep claimed you both soon after, and tonight his side of the bed wasn’t cold.
Okay, so I don’t know if it was you or not, but I’ve been looking for this fic I found right before my phone died. It was about Matt (could’ve been Chris, but I SWEAR it was Matt) and reader in the underworld (as in Hades), and I don’t know if it was smut or not, but it was definitely a Greek mythology fic. I’ve been looking for it, and I can’t find it.
Hiiii this is the ONLY thing we have that could possibly match that description CLICK HERE
We did Hades Son Chris and Aphrodites Son Matt 💜 ❤️
Love you! Hope you like this even if its not what you were looking for!
Influencer¡Matt who... takes most of the pictures you post online for you. It was just something that he did one time and continued after that — he didn't mind it at all.
Influencer¡Matt who... listens to all of your songs but never tells you. He lies and says he's only heard two of your songs. Specifically, your two most popular singles — he just doesn't want to give you the satisfaction.
Influencer¡Matt who... attends all your shows once you start 'dating', however instead of it just being for appearance sake he finds himself mesmerized by your energy and voice on stage.
Influencer¡Matt who... loves teasing you at any chance he gets. When you're in public and he knows you can't argue with him for holding you more than usual, pulling you close or kissing you, so he takes advantage.
Influencer¡Matt who... is always holding onto some part of you in public. Whether it's your finger, hand or waist — he's holding onto something. When you try let go or move he pulls you back and holds on a little tighter.
Influencer¡Matt who... let's Nick and Chris make jokes about him being with you even though you both dislike each other. They're the only ones who know it's all a ruse, but they still tease you both, especially him, like hell.
Influencer¡Matt who... borrows your phone sometimes to repost videos of himself on your tiktok account. He enjoys the reaction of fans, especially them thinking it was you. But what he enjoys most is the eyes roll he receives from you.
Influencer¡Matt who... asks you to join in more of their videos under the pretense of it being for the 'relationship' or to hang out with his brothers when in reality its because he wants to be around you.
Influencer¡Matt who... tries to make you argue with him on purpose because he prefers it over you acting indifferent to his existence. It's just your attention he craves.
Influencer¡Matt who... doesn't know the exact moment he fell in love with you but it feels like those feelings have always been there.
ׂ╰┈➤taglist info is here and masterlist for this au is here.
I just wanna say how I love Nick, Matt and Chris. I love how they’ve been able to give me great laughs over these years, they did make me appreciate my kindness even more—especially dealing with hard times throughout the years and yk the usual human experience of having our bad days.
They’ve shown me that no matter what you can always remain genuine. So much hate they’ve gotten, stalkers and more which is sad. But they kept going through it all. No one deserves that—and they don’t deserve a fandom that constantly demands things, dwells on their younger selves and whatever else crazy things happen in this fandom.
I don’t know if i’ll ever post again on here, it was nice to have this account for as long as I did which has been officially a year and now three months as i’m writing this. I turn 21 soon—maybe when I post this i’ll already be 21. My birthday is March 24th…so two days after Will Byers😁
Always remember your worth, treat people with kindness and know that no matter what—you are you, no one can ever take that away from you. I started this account when I was 19 the ending of 2024 and from then on I decided to give it a shot, so I mean technically it’s been about two years but not fully.
I did wanna leave sooner a few months ago but decided to post because I simply wanted to and this is my account yk? Like i’m mostly known for the horny content which is like eh because i’m the compete opposite irl. I remember making a post back in last year where I literally spoke about how I didn’t even think half of these things when watching the triplets videos until after joining tumblr.
I’m not saying that as a way to like judge anyone or point the blame because I mean I own up to why i’ve posted about. I’m aware that not everyone agrees with it and even I sometimes get the ick. Who knows maybe i’ll just delete everything for good down the line.
These boys mean the world to me and yea im going into that territory now. They are actual genuine youtubers that I found in 2021 when I was just 16 and scrolled through youtube….I didn’t know how much they would impact my life. Not in a parasocial but in a more appreciative sense. Like i’ve stated, they make me laugh and have gotten me through some hard times—like after a bad day I could just turn their videos on and feel at ease. I think that’s honestly what their goal always was as youtubers—actually I know because I was here from the beginning.
Nick told us he just wanted to make people smile, laugh and happy. It is a shame that over the years a lot of negativity has seemed to seep in but then again—that is life. I’m happy now that all of us older fans are yk first of all older(💀) but more mature and has grown with the boys.
They’re all living their lives and I think that’s really special. Yeah i’ll still watch them when I can but yk for now, life is to be lived not lost. I will still watch their content and this isn’t me losing interest at all—it’s just me stepping away from this account. I am ready for Sturniolo Summer though—maybe they’ll do another tour(😭💀) who truly knows.
I do love everyone on here who i’ve became mutuals with even if I don’t text you because you guys have been there as a backbone and I love that we can find some kind of community here. I have no ill will to anyone despite what anyone may think or claim—tbh I wish everyone the best and truly do hope we can all find our own happiness. Keep your light shining bright.
I’ve outgrown them but in a sense that this account is no longer needed and i’ll continue to show my support from the shadows, like before.
You guys will be fine on here—the people who may get overwhelmed and stressed from all the small arguments and drama. But in a way I do feel like i’ve made my mark on here which is kind of insane, though I can only hope that you guys remember me for my light not my darkness.
finally got around to watching friday's video and i just love that whenever matt or chris try to fist bump nick he just gives a palm like a high five instead
it KILLS me, he so unintentionally funny sometimes 😭
sex god. that’s what you’d use to describe matt. cocky, attentive, a fucking tease. he knows how to use his mouth and hands just as he knows how to use his dick. almost like it’s a sport he’s really good at.
languid strokes, sloppy kisses on your clit, taking your folds between his lips and pulling on them lightly — all while holding eye contact. though sometimes, he gets lost. in your taste, in your scent. he could cum by eating your sweet cunt and that would be completely fine for him.
and his cock? not dramatically large, but it’s big. thick. fat head. veiny. it drives you fucking crazy, sends you over the edge. you roll your eyes and nearly drool at the thought of it. he knows how to use it. his movements are calculated; when to abuse your hole, when to slow down, always patting the tip on your dripping folds before sliding in. plap, plap, plap.
he fucks you like you’re his only mission he must get right. legs thrown over his shoulders, knees bent to your chest. it takes the air of your lungs when he drills in at the perfect pace. he fits all the way in. you feel him, in your guts, rearranging them with each plow. your toes curl. you’re his match.
or, he’s spanking your ass cause he loves how it jiggles against him when he’s behind you. matt loves to pin you down — ass up, face down, using your hips for leverage. to guide them back and forth, using you as his personal fuck doll. and you don’t mind, you’re fucked out, too far gone in ecstasy.
I’ve only seen two other smiles as attractive as Matthew’s…..and that’s his brothers.
~It is always something so truly pulling when it comes to Matt. Like i’m a Chris girl through and through but just seeing certain things(more specifically this picture as of right now)….it just feels like he’s the hottest guy to walk this earth.
~I know that’s saying a lot…but hear me out okay? He’s smiling for the picture maybe because he just wanted to smile. Yeah okay. But what if we switch the scenario and this is bf!Matt smiling as you take the picture—he’s making sure to come off as innocent as possible.
~This mf just got done fucking you on days end, this is the first event you guys go to after all of this—and because Matthew is so fucking cheeky(yes i sound british rn but this word is fitting) he decides to purposely put up a thumbs up in the photo because that’s the signal you guys give to each other when you’re ready to fuck.
~Now let’s take it an even step further…imagine enemy!matt standing next to Chris(your bf at the moment) and he knows that you know that he caught you using a vibrator to get off—while Chris was at the store. You thought everyone was out of the house but noooo. Matthew had come home earlier because he forgot something…something that Chris told him was in his room.
~Like your pussies wet from the toy, the vibrations still going strong as you’re on your what? third orgasm of the night? But anyway, Matt is walking downstairs and as he opens Chris’s door(it’s a soft motion because he doesn’t open doors like he’s trying to get a fucking whale out of the way. iykyk) and the thing that meets his eyes is you laying slightly sitting up with your back against the headboard, the wet squelching noises of your cunt, the constant moans of Chris—but all that stops when you see Matt.
~The vibrator is still going as you try to find the right words to maybe cuss Matt out or get him to leave but it just hit your clit again…causing you to start moaning Matt’s name instead of Chris’s. I do think Matt would just blush a bit before grabbing what he needs to and leaving but…the damage is already done and the next time you see him is when Chris drags you to a Baylen Levine event and one of his friends asks to take a picture with him.
~No you didn’t know Matt would be in the photo until Chris dragged him in at the last second. But who do they ask to take the picture??? The only person standing near the area. As you take the picture you notice Matthew’s smile with a hint of mischief because both you guys know what happened ans what he ended up seeing…
~Now with all that stuff being said even though that’s not even half of what I could think about when I see this sexy ass picture, Matthew is so naturally beautiful and his smile compliments him so very well.
~One of my top posts says this but, Matt has a hung smile. That mf is hung and packing(as we all know due to my account.)
⚠︎︎1.3k+ words, nsfw, first time handjob, shower scene, virgin matt, gentle reader.
summary: a week after your first step, you return to matt’s house only to realize he’s been eagerly waiting to continue your promise of ‘next time’
part 1
it’s been a week since that night. the night when matt finally confessed his absolute virginity and inexperience. the night when you two took the first step.
you couldn’t stop thinking about the way he looked under you, cumming in his pants whilst clinging onto you and moaning your name.
you’re stood outside matt’s front door when you notice his silhouette pacing through the living room curtains. before you can even bring your knuckles to the door, it swings open.
“you’re here! that’s- good. that’s really good” he grins immediately before stepping to the side to let you inside.
as you kick off your shoes, matt starts rambling about his day. you catch his wrists mid air as he gestures towards the kitchen for no reason. his pulse is thumping under your fingers.
"okay, what's with you?" you laugh. his eyes dart to the ceiling, then the floor, anywhere but you. "did you have a red bull or something?"
"nothing! i'm just... normal, i swear" he insists, but you don't miss the way he tugs at the sleeves of his sweater nervously. the same sweater he wore last week.
once you actually make it to matt's bedroom, you jump flat onto his familiar mattress, sinking into the sheets. the clean smell of laundry detergent fills your nostrils, like he washed them just before you arrived. you stretch out, propping yourself on your elbows. "so, what are we watching? something scary? or are you in the mood for-"
matt's head whips around so fast you can almost hear the air crack.
"i thought we were getting naked?"
the words hang there, raw and honest. an innocent, confused look plasters his face until his eyes widen, like his brain just caught up with his mouth. "fuck, i mean-"
you stare at him, slightly caught off guard, as everything you said clicks back into place.
'and maybe next time... without all the clothes in the way?'
"oh, matt" you breathe out with a gentle smile.
he won't look at you now. he's completely mortified with the words that he let slip out of his mouth. "i didn't mean- i just- you said next time, and it is next time so i just thought..."
"hey, look," you start as you get up to pry his hands away from his flushed face. you bite your lip to stop the laugh that's threatening to come out. "i do want to, believe me, it just slipped my mind... and i didn't expect you to take 'next time' so literally"
he smiles sheepishly, a pink warmth creeping up his neck. "sorry, i just got excited. was i not meant to bring it up?"
"you've been obsessing over this all week, haven't you?" you smirk teasingly. "but just remember i'm not rushing you, i'm ready whenever you are."
i can basically see the cogs turning in his head, his eyebrows knitting together. "i'm ready today...like, now"
the way he says it, half bracing for rejection and half needy, surprises you. he's so forward today. you nod nonetheless, agreeing with his proposal.
for a while you both just stand in the middle of his room, staring at each other like you don't quite believe what you've just agreed to. the silence is deafeningly awkward.
matt's voice drops lower, oddly serious as he gestures between the both of you. "so uh... who goes first?"
"first?" you frown, confused.
"y'know, like who's gonna get naked first? is there like a rule, do i have to? cause honestly i would prefer if you went first but.." the question hangs there, so painfully earnest that you have to seal your lips to suppress a smirk.
a snort escapes your mouth and you shake your head. "do you really expect me to just stand in your bedroom naked?"
"oh, no- fuck, i don't know-" he stammers in a panic, looking to the floor.
"c'mon," you start, grabbing his wrists and leading him towards the bathroom. your thumb brushes reassuringly over his racing pulse. "how about we have a shower?"
"shower?" matt asks, completely bewildered. he sniffs the air like he's checking for something then stiffens. "wait-why? do i smell? do you smell?"
you burst out in a fit of giggles, leaning in so your lips graze his ear. "no idiot, i meant together"
"ohhh," his sighs in realisation before his breath hitches. "oh."
when you're in the bathroom you immediately start undressing without a hint of hesitation, though your heart is racing. you're halfway out your jeans when you realise matt hasn't moved an inch, he's just standing there entranced, fingers twitching at his sides.
"a little help?" you ask, breaking the silence, nodding towards the shower controls.
his gaze drags up and down your body, mouth slightly agape before he jolts like he's been shocked. "fuck-! not objectifying you, i swear!"
his hands reach to fumble with the shower dial, making sure the temperature is just right.
you step into the shower first letting the heat massage your tense shoulders. you look back towards matt who is still stood mesmerised, pupils clearly focussed below your face. "you coming?"
he simply nods, like he doesn't trust himself to speak right now, before slowly pulling his sweater and shirt off together. his jeans tangle themselves around his ankles and he almost faceplants trying to kick them off. when he finally stands, completely bare, his cock springs free. stiff. already leaking.
you don't mean to stare, but fuck. it's hard not to when it's so thick, flushed pink and twitches when you bite your lip. "you've been hiding that from me this whole time?"
he rolls his eyes, almost wanting to cover himself out of embarrassment. when he finally joins you in the steam filled shower, you can't help but reach out to drag your fingertips over his hipbone, his hips jerking forward in retaliation and goosebumps coating his body.
"you okay?" you ask, purposefully inching a little closer so your spiked nipples brush his chest.
he swallows nervously, eyes tracing your hands every move over his body. "yeah just- fuck, i don't know what to do with my hands"
instantly, your hands find his, guiding them to your waist. "start here,"
the smooth pads of his fingers hesitantly venture up your torso before reaching the undersides of your breasts. he looks up at you with them large, desperate blue eyes, silently asking for permission.
the second you agree, his palms finally cup you, kneading experimentally. the way he touches you, reverent, almost awed makes your stomach twist. he's staring at his own hands like he can't believe they're allowed there. you almost miss the quiet whisper under his breath, "they're so fucking soft".
you’re digits slide through his dripping hair, scratching his scalp to make his eyes flutter shut. the more needy he gets, the more his hips jerks, cock bumping against your thigh.
you bring your free hand down to his crotch, gently cupping his balls. “is this okay.?”
the strangled groan that tears through his throat tells you it’s more than okay. precum beads at his tip so you swiftly smooth it down his length, feeling the veins pulsing under your thumb.
when you finally start to stroke slowly, his knees actually buckle and you have to grab his shoulders to steady him. a teasing grin spreads over your face. “you good?”
“holy shit- holy shit,” he babbles, forehead dropping to your shoulder with a broken moan which goes straight to your core.
your hand speeds up it’s pumping, matching the pace at which he’s thrusting into it, chasing friction. he’s breathing like he’s just ran a marathon yet he still tries to place wet kisses to your collarbone.
his hands scramble to your back, blunt nails dragging down your spine. you can tell how close he is from the way his thighs tremble.
“i’m gonna- i’m gonna-” he cuts himself off with a guttural moan, shooting spurts of thick sperm into your hand and the shower floor, which quickly runs down the drain.
the both of you just stand there for a couple minutes, letting matt catch his breath and clear his head as the warm water cleans away his sweat.
a/n: guess who’s back 😛😛. this genuinely was so hard for me to get motivated to continue, but i love you all! if you wanna be added or taken away from this taglist just say cause i know my last inexperienced!matt post was a while ago.
summary: after six months of only kissing, you finally make a move on matt and discover that behind his confident front, he’s completely inexperienced, leading to the start of something much more intimate
you’ve been dating matt for six months now, and they’ve easily been the best six months of your life.
he’s nothing like your past relationships. with matt, you can actually picture a future, and the thought of being away from him is painful.
but all you ever do is… kiss.
not that kissing him is something to complain about, obviously. the way his cheeks grow hot and how his hands fumble over your body is addicting. you could kiss him 24/7 if he’d let you. but still, you’re just a girl, and your body aches for more.
matt has never once initiated any more than that. you’ve always assumed it’s cause he’s a very shy, awkward boy; even though he carries himself like a confident, experienced guy.
his dirty jokes and the books on his shelf that are anything but innocent would make you think he’s the kind of guy who’s done it all before, who knows how to please a girl.
but a whole six months in with nothing more but making out? you’re starting to realise that maybe you’ll have to be the one to push things forwards, which is not your usual role. you’ve never made the first move.
but with matt, you want him badly enough to try.
-
the sturniolo household, matt’s bedroom and his lips against yours had become your safe space. and right now, you’re awkwardly sat cross-legged on his bed in front of him as you make out.
the kiss is quite tender and careful, like he’s scared he’ll do something wrong. you can practically feel the flustered heat of his cheek against yours. he kisses like it’s all he knows, like he could live off of it. maybe that’s part of the problem.
the angle you’re at is so awkward, both your backs are slightly hunched over and your hands on your laps.
you decide to shift over, gently climbing into his lap to straddle his thighs. anything closer than kissing feels like heaven.
however, matt pulls back with such force that you’d think he’s been burnt. he stares at you, wide eyed and confused.
“w-what are you doing?” he laughs awkwardly, trying to hide his nervousness. “you’ve never done that.”
you blink at him, a little startled by the reaction, but laugh reassuringly. “relax, my back was killing me, that’s all. this is more comfortable. it’s okay right?”
he nods rapidly and clears his throat. “oh- yeah, course”
he eventually leans forward to kiss you again, he can’t be away from your lips for too long. his hands stay planted on the sheets beside him.
you’ve never been this close to matt, and it’s making heat twist low in your stomach. you deepen the kiss subconsciously and before you can second guess yourself, you roll your hips against him.
you couldn’t help yourself, you wanted more and it felt too good to stop.
matt freezes, lips parted in shock. then he brings his hands to your waist hard enough to push you back a few inches.
“whoa, stop, just- too close,” he blurts out, voice trembling.
your stomach drops. the one time you decide to make the first move, you ruin everything. “i’m sor- was that not okay?”
his jaw hesitates as he fights himself and his head shakes back and forth. “it’s not that i- it’s more than okay it’s perfect i just-”
you bring your hand to his, tracing circles with your thumb as he struggles to get his words out.
“i’ve just not done anything like that before. not… that, not anything..” he exhales shakily.
the silence that follows is heavy, matt’s cheeks burning red as he stares down at his lap. you can see how badly he wishes he could disappear.
“…anything?” you whisper like it’s a secret.
he gives the tiniest, awkwardest nod, bracing himself for rejection. “yeah, nothing. you’re my first.. my first everything. i just didn’t tell you cause i’m 22 with no experience what so ever, that’s lame.”
your eyes are wide with shock, not bad shock, it’s just not expected. “wow uh- i mean that’s okay! that’s normal, we are just meant to tell each other these things.”
“just- don’t think it’s cause i don’t wanna do more, cause i do! i really do. god, you don’t even know how much i think about it..” he trails off realising the implications to his words.
you bite back a smile, because as much as your heart aches for his nerves, the confession makes warmth spread through your chest. “look, we don’t have to do everything all at once. we can just take it step by step.”
his head bobs eagerly, relief written all over his face like you’ve lifted the world off his shoulders. “i’d like that. i didn’t wanna have sex now… not saying i don’t wanna have sex with you! i-i’m just not ready now… were you even talking about sex?”
you almost snort at his nervous blabbering, but scoot up his thighs a little more so you’re back in your original position. you lean in closer, breathing hot air against his neck. “what if we finish what i tried to start tonight?”
his eyes widen with panic and desire, but he eventually curves his lips up into a genuine smile and whispers, “please,”
-
you can tell the way he’s kissing you this time is different. it’s more shaky, nervous but also there’s more want.
“are you sure you want this? we don’t have to,” you ask cautiously, but matt doesn’t even respond, just trying to reattach his lips to yours.
tentatively, you roll your hips. just once, a small movement, enough to press yourself down against him. a sharp inhale escapes his throat, muffled by your mouth.
his uncertain hands hover mid air, unsure where to put them until you guide them to your waist. your voice is slightly teasing, “you can touch me y’know.”
“i know,” he says, feigning nonchalance. however when you grind against him, firmer this time, his fingers grip against your sides tighter.
matt jerks his hips up on instinct, then freezes, eyes wide in panic. “s-sorry, i couldn’t help it-”
you cut him off with another slow grind, savouring in the way he goes completely silent and thunks his head back on the headboard. “don’t apologise, it’s perfect. don’t stop.”
he obeys, attempting to follow your rhythm but it just ends up a bit eager and jerky. every time he thrusts a whine is drawn from the back of his throat which he tries to hide by biting on his wrist, but it’s not much help.
eventually, both of your paces speed up and matt can feel his dick getting stiffer in his sweats.
“god y-you feel so good, i can’t-” he repeats like he’s never felt more pleasure, but he shakes his head and refocuses on your pleasure.
“are you..do you like it?” he asks, his voice cracking at his polite attempt to ask you if you’re turned on.
you laugh softly, grabbing his hand and guiding it to the wetness of your shorts between your thighs. his breath hitches. “trust me, i’m enjoying it.”
the knot in your belly becomes dangerously close to snapping as the friction builds. matt’s name spills out of your mouth without a second thought. “matthew,”
his whole body jerks beneath you, pupils blown wide, and he barely chokes out, "d-don't…don't say my name, i'll cum in my pants,"
you grin, leaning forward to rest your head on his chest as you work your hips harder. “that’s the point, genius.”
the pressure peaks, and you finally tip over the edge with a gasp and a moan that sounds too filthy for matt’s ears to be real. your thighs clamp around his hips as you ride it out.
matt watches as you cum, completely transfixed by this new sight. he’s definitely mentally screenshotting your orgasm face.
without a warning, he chokes out your name and spills his hot load into his sweats. his arms practically hug you as he shudders through it, whimpering into your neck.
for a moment neither of you move, just completely jelly against each other as you try and catch your breath.
matt breaks the silence, smiling wide like a kid on christmas. “that was better than i could of ever imagined.”
-
you’re now both cleaned up, laying on his bed and soaking up each others heat. you glace at the clock on his nightstand and sigh, “i should probably head home, i don’t wanna be driving in the dark.”
matt groans immediately, wrapping his arms tighter around you like that might keep you there. “nooo. not yet. i wanna… do it again.”
“next time. we’ll have plenty of time.” you say, kissing the top of his nose. you pause, letting your words sink in before adding lightly, “and maybe next time… without all the clothes in the way.”
his eyes widen, lighting up in a way that makes your stomach flip. “really?”
“really,” you promise, brushing your thumb over his flushed cheek.
he breaks into a boyish grin, filled with so much excitement you can practically feel it radiating off him. and as you finally gather your things to leave, you know matt’s already counting down the minutes until next time.
a/n- i hope this goes smoothly 😣 i’ve been having problems with tumblr not showing my dividers so this better work. if you wanna be added to the inexperienced!matt taglist, just comment!!
