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Chris is passed out at the far end of the couch, or at least pretending to be. He’d been quiet for the past twenty minutes, blanket over his chest, face turned toward the cushions. You and Matt are on the other end of the sectional, hidden under your own blanket, bodies tangled together in a way that’s more intimate than innocent. You’re straddling his lap, thighs snug around his hips, head resting lightly against his chest like you’re just trying to get comfortable for the night.
But Matt’s hands are already moving. One drifts from your waist to your thigh, the other slides beneath the back of your shirt, palm flat and warm against your spine. You feel the shift in him—his dick swelling slowly under you, grinding up through his boxers like he can’t help it. You lift your head and whisper his name softly, warningly, but he doesn’t stop. He just presses his lips to your cheek, to your jaw, then murmurs low into your ear.
“I know he’s awake.”
You freeze, heart pounding. “You what?”
Matt tilts his head just enough to brush his mouth over yours, barely a kiss, just enough to tease. His hands tug at your shorts next. “Nothin’, take these off f’me,” he says simply.
You hesitate for only a second before you shift and pull them down, slow and quiet beneath the blanket. Matt pushes his own sweats and boxers low, dick heavy and flushed between you. The moment you sink down onto him, both of you let out matching sighs—quiet but not quiet enough. His hand is on your mouth almost immediately, palm pressed firm to muffle the sound he knows you want to make. His other arm wraps low around your back, pulling you flush against him.
You start moving, hips rocking slow and heavy, your body trembling with the effort to stay quiet. The squelch of your pussy is slick, loud, obscene, and Matt doesn’t even flinch. He smirks against your throat, whispering, “Y’so wet. We couldn’t be quiet even if we wanted to.”
You whine beneath his palm. He doesn’t ease up. If anything, his grip tightens, his hips lifting to meet your grind. “Let him listen,” he whispers darkly. “Let him hear how I fuck you. Maybe he’ll finally understand he can look all he wants, but he’ll never have this.”
The sounds beneath the blanket grow dirtier—your slick dragging over him with every slow slide, the barely-there slap of your bodies meeting. He keeps you close, buried in your ear with filthy words that make your thighs shake. “Y’feel me, baby? So deep… Can you imagine how bad he wants t’be me right now?”
Chris shifts across from you, subtle, barely moving. But Matt catches it, sees the way his brother’s breathing has changed, the faint twitch under the blanket. He smirks. “Yeah. He’s listening. Probably touchin’ himself right now.”
Chris is. One hand deep under the covers, stroking himself hard, eyes closed like he can pretend he’s not. The sound of your body fucking Matt is driving him insane—the whispering, the slick grind, the low grunt Matt lets out every time you bottom out. Chris bites his lip, legs trembling, and finishes in his boxers, breathing uneven.
He waits until the tension in the room starts to settle before he “wakes up.” Groaning, rolling over, rubbing at his eyes with a fake yawn. Then standing, blanket draped tight around his waist. “You guys are fuckin’ disgusting,” he mutters, not even looking at you as he walks out of the room.
Matt watches him go, then looks back up at you, grin crooked, chest rising fast. “Told you he was awake.”
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holy shit, i can’t breathe..
Matt + purple furry handcuffs?? Ikkk the AU girlies are gonna go crazy with this onneee😜😜
(tag me😓)
i’m so ready.
my phone isnt waterproof enough 4 this ..
★ DRY HUMPING MATT
VOLUME 01 / ISSUE 01 ✶⋆.˚ JULY 2025 COVER STORY / FEATURING: MATT STURNIOLO
CW ☆ DRY HUMPING. DIRTY TALK. NIPPLE PLAY. TEASING. KISSING. PRAISE.
you don’t even remember how it started. the movie was playing, you were half in his lap, laughing at something he said, your thighs slotted around his hips like it was the most natural thing in the world. it was supposed to be innocent, hanging out, maybe a few kisses here and there, but the second your hips shifted just slightly against him, everything changed.
you feel him tense beneath you, the warmth of his hands gripping your waist a little tighter, like he’s trying to stop you before it starts. “don’t do that,” matt mutters, voice low, already sounding wrecked. “do what?” you ask innocently, even as you tilt your hips again. slow. testing. teasing. he sucks in a breath through his teeth when the seam of your shorts drags across the bulge in his sweats. he’s already hard, you can feel it now, thick and pulsing right under you. it makes you dizzy.
“you know exactly what you’re doing,” he says, eyes dark, hands still firm on your hips like he’s seconds away from snapping.
you bite your lip and shift again, letting out a soft, shaky breath as the friction hits you just right. it’s not enough. not even close. but it sends a flicker of heat up your spine. “you’re the one letting me sit here,” you whisper, fingers trailing up the back of his neck, tangling in his hair.
he grabs your face suddenly, firm but not rough, tilting your chin so your eyes meet his. “say the word,” he breathes. “say the word and i’ll stop.” you stare at him, heart hammering. “don’t.”
he exhales hard through his nose, head tipping back like he’s trying to keep control. “fuck,” he growls, and that’s all the warning you get before he’s gripping your hips and grinding you down against him, slow and deep.
the friction makes your whole body jolt. the pressure of his hard cock rubbing against your soaked core through all those thin layers of fabric is enough to make you whimper.
“oh my god—” you breathe, holding onto his shoulders for balance as he starts rocking your hips against his. “feel that?” he murmurs, voice raspier now. “feel how hard you’ve got me? fuck, baby, you’re soaked. you’re fucking drenching me.”
you nod, eyes fluttering shut, biting your bottom lip to keep from moaning. your hips move on their own now, grinding down into him with slow, desperate rolls that make your thighs tremble.
“that’s it,” he says, guiding you. “ride it. take what you need.”
your shorts are sticking to you now, soaked through, every tiny bit of friction sending another shock through your body. it’s messy, needy, clothes on, skin burning hot, and he feels so fucking big under you, pressing into you with every grind.
his hands are everywhere. gripping your hips, sliding under your shirt to grab at your waist, then moving up to squeeze your tits through your bra. he palms you roughly, rolling your nipples under the fabric until you’re panting.
“matt,” you gasp, hips stuttering. “it’s too much—”
“nah,” he growls. “not yet.”
he leans forward and captures your mouth in a filthy, open-mouthed kiss, all tongue and desperation. your teeth clash, your moans spill into his mouth, and he swallows every one. your hips grind faster, harder, chasing that sharp edge of pleasure that keeps threatening to swallow you whole.
his cock rubs right against your clit with every movement, and your whole body starts shaking.
“gonna cum just like this?” he pants against your lips. “gonna soak through your little fucking shorts for me?” you nod frantically, eyes wide and teary, thighs squeezing around him.
“good girl,” he growls, grabbing your ass and rolling you down harder. “fucking make a mess. let me feel it.” you fall apart with a broken sob, head falling against his shoulder as you come hard, hips grinding and stuttering against his cock. it’s too much, too sharp, too filthy, and it drags on way too long. he doesn’t stop. his hands tighten, dragging you over him again, again, again, while you’re still trembling, still whimpering from how sensitive you are.
“that’s it,” he mutters. “fuckin’ take it.”
you’re gasping, breathless, nails digging into his shoulders like you’re trying to ground yourself. your whole body feels too hot, sticky with sweat, your panties soaked and clinging to your core.
and he’s still hard.
you look down at him, dazed, lips swollen, thighs still trembling. “matt…” you whisper. “you didn’t—”
“don’t worry about me,” he says, voice low and dark. “you think i’m done with you?”
he lifts you effortlessly, flips you onto your back in one motion, and settles between your thighs, eyes hungry as he pulls your ruined shorts down slowly.
“this was just round one.”
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“and then he walked in with all these hickeys on his neck so i kicked him out.” you said to matt, telling him about the awful actions his brother had done in the past 48 hours.
chris cheated on you, and he couldn’t even try to deny it. you yelled at him, arguing back and forth until you finally decided to just make him leave. you had worried that since you weren’t with chris anymore, your friendship with matt would be ruined, but shockingly it just grew you two closer.
matt was furious at chris. matt loved you so much, and knowing that his brother was the one who hurt you made him even more mad. he yelled at chris for hours on end, isolating himself away from him out of resentment. but other than being mad at chris, he was kind of thankful for his screw up. matt always had feelings for you, so he saw his brothers mess up as an opportunity to win you over.
“i know y/n, it was so shitty of him. you need to find someone better than his ass.” matt rubbed small circles on your back to comfort you. he made sure the second he found out you were coming over, he had his bed made and your favorite snacks ready to be eaten. he even made the house a few degrees warmer, which he hated but he knew you loved a warm house.
“gosh, i love you matt. you’re the best.” you said, leaning your head on his shoulder. matt blushed at the compliment, but tried not to show it.
“and like-i don’t even know why someone would want to sleep with him like that. he’s not even good, matt he’s awful. like he’s sloppy and finishes fast and-wait im sorry this is weird to talk about my sex life with your brother to you my bad.” you stop yourself, not wanting to make matt uncomfortable.
“no you’re good.” matt replied, smiling at you.
“sorry i’m piling all this onto you matt, you should have to listen to me ramble on about your shitty brother.” you sigh, feeling like you’re a burden to matt.
“no, y/n, it’s okay. you deserve so much better.” he says, almost at a whisper.
you make eye contact, but not like normal. it’s deep. you can feel the connection you have with matt, your eyes saying much more than your words could. matt finally breaks the silence between you and softly but desperately presses his lips to yours.
“i’ve been waiting so long for this, you have no fucking idea y/n.” matt groans in between kisses.
“me too, matt.” you whisper, leaning back into the kiss, sealing your lips with matt’s. he rolls over in the bed, his hands and arms on the bed near you as he hovers over you
his hands roam over your body, his fingertips latching at the hem of your shirt. his eyes search yours for confirmation, to make sure you wanna go through with it. “please matt.” you whine, needing him like never before.
he takes your request, living up your shirt and unclasping your bra. he pecks little kisses along your collarbone, then on your tits. he takes your shorts and gently slides them off, revealing your damp pussy with no panties. you move your hips up, desperately trying to find any sort of friction you can.
“shit sweetheart, your gonna ruin me.”
he pulls off his shirt and then his pants next, showing off his hard erection in his boxers. a dark spot had formed on them, damp with precum. he then pulls his boxers off too, his dick springing out and hitting his stomach. matt positions himself at your entrance, you already feeling how big he is just from his tip nudging your walls. he slowly slides in, gliding into you effortlessly because of how wet you are.
“oh, oh shit matt, fuck-” you groan. the most euphoric feeling is taking over you right now, matt is just so good. chris was always okay, just average, but matt is a whole new level. he goes hard, pounding into you like nobody else had before. he really didn’t mean to go to hard, but the way your wet, warm walls clenched around him made him desperate to fuck you.
“oh sweetheart, shit-” he groaned, his dick moving at a lightning fast speed. his tip kept repeatedly hitting your cervix, making you feel like you were on cloud 9.
he kept going fast, his dick pounding into like there was no tomorrow. your moans were pornographic, so loud that you were glad nobody else was home. matt had a way of moving his dick that you thought was magic. he relentlessly pounded into you, only bringing you closer and closer to the edge.
“matt, matt, im gonna come, shit-” you whine.
matt puts a firm thumb on your clit, rubbing circles on it as he played with your nipples in the other hand. matt was like magic.
“come on my dick doll, do it.” he groaned, nearing his own orgasm.
you do as he told you to, your walls clenching hard as possible on him as you release. your pussy spasmed around him, its juices coating him even more. matt came right after you, his warm cum filling you to the brim.
matt pulls out slowly, making sure you’re in no pain. you two just lay there for a minute, realizing what you just did. you don’t regret it, it just feels surreal.
“matt?” y/n says, almost at a whisper.
“yes doll?”
“what’re we gonna do about chris?”
right as you say that, you hear matt’s door slam open.
“hey matt where’s there tv remote-what the fuck?”
a/n: do we want an angsty part two orrrr no
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we'll show you, baby | m.s & c.s
— chratt x fem! reader
— warnings: smut, inexperienced! reader, oral and fingering (f receiving), consensual intensity, language (f-bombs, filthy talk, explicit praise), overstimulation (light), mentions of crying out/moaning, 2nd person pov
You’ve never come before. They take that personally.
word count: 745 | part 2 here!
You’ve tried. You’ve touched yourself in the dark. Watched videos, read stories, felt your breath catch just before something almost happened. But nothing ever did.
And now? You’re on Matt’s couch, sandwiched between him and Chris, staring down at your lap with your face burning as you whisper the truth:
“I’ve… never finished. Like, not even on my own.”
The silence hits first. Heavy and electric. Matt’s brows lift like he’s not sure he heard you right, and Chris—sweet, observant Chris—just blinks.
“Wait,” Matt says, voice dark with curiosity. “Never?”
You shake your head, already trying to backtrack, but Chris’s hand touches your thigh.
“You’ve never come?” he asks gently. “At all?”
Your voice is smaller now. “I’ve tried. I just… can’t. It never works.”
That’s all it takes.
Matt leans forward like a wolf catching scent, his palm sliding up the inside of your thigh.
“That’s a fucking crime.”
Chris exhales behind you, his lips ghosting your neck.
“Sweetheart, do you have any idea what you just said to us?”
You don’t.. not fully, but you’re about to learn.
Matt’s already pulling your legs across his lap while Chris moves in behind you on the couch, caging you in like a warm wall of muscle and breath.
“You trust us?” Chris murmurs against your ear.
“Yes.”
“Good,” Matt whispers, eyes locked on yours. “Because we’re gonna teach you how to come. Right here. Right now.”
You swallow hard as Chris’s fingers slip beneath your shirt, trailing up your sides, brushing your bra. Matt’s thumbs hook into your waistband, tugging gently.
“Off,” he says. “We wanna see you.”
You let them undress you—slow, reverent. Like they’re unwrapping something sacred. Matt eases your shorts and underwear down your legs, biting his lip as your pussy’s exposed. Chris slides your bra off from behind, kissing the curve of your shoulder.
Then you’re bare—sprawled across the couch between them—and they both pause.
Like they’re taking a moment, memorizing your every curve.
“Fucking perfect,” Matt mutters, hand already sliding between your thighs. “Gonna fall apart so pretty for us, huh?”
Chris’s hand moves to your chest, massaging softly as he kisses your cheek, your jaw, your ear.
“You’re safe,” he whispers. “Just let go. We’ll take care of you.”
Matt’s fingers trace your slit—just once—and you jolt. Sensitive. Way more than you realized.
“Shit,” he groans, rubbing slow circles over your clit with two fingers. “She’s already soaked. And we haven’t even started.”
“She’s been holding it in for years,” Chris murmurs. “That body’s begging for release.”
They go slow. Matt keeps stroking your clit—light, teasing circles—while Chris holds you steady, grounding you with kisses and soft praise.
“That feel good, baby?”
“You like Matt’s fingers on you?”
“Breathe. Just breathe.”
You’re panting, thighs trembling, hips bucking without permission.
And Matt? He’s grinning like a devil. Like he knows.
“Already squirming?” he purrs. “This is just the warm-up.”
Then his mouth replaces his fingers.
You cry out, not expecting the heat of his tongue—flat, slow, relentless—lapping at your clit like he owns it. He groans against you like you taste better than anything he’s ever had.
Chris wraps a hand around your jaw, keeping your head turned toward him.
“Eyes on me, baby,” he whispers. “I want to see you when it happens.”
Matt adds a finger—then two—sliding them inside, curling them perfectly as he sucks harder.
“Fuck—Chris, she’s clenching,” he groans, eyes dark. “She’s close. She doesn’t even know what to do with it.”
“Let go,” Chris whispers. “Don’t fight it. Don’t hold it in.”
Your thighs are shaking. Your belly’s tight. The coil is right there—
“That’s it,” Matt growls, mouth wet, fingers pounding you slow and deep. “Come for us, pretty girl. Come all over my mouth.”
You break.
The orgasm hits like a wave crashing over your skin, stealing your breath, locking your muscles. You scream, back arching, legs spasming as Matt keeps going—working you through it like he’s fucking proud.
Chris holds your face in his hands, kissing your forehead, your cheek, your lips.
“That’s it. That’s our girl.”
It takes a while to come back to yourself.
You’re trembling, boneless, soaked. Matt kisses up your thigh as Chris gently strokes your hair.
“You okay, baby?” Chris asks softly.
You nod, still dazed. “That was… fuck.”
Matt smirks. “Yeah, that was one.”
Your eyes widen.
“What?”
Chris laughs, low and warm.
“Oh, sweetheart,” he says, pressing a kiss behind your ear. “We’re not even close to done.”
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step brother!matts the type of guy to cum in/on your underwear and make sure you walk around with it all day or at least until he can get his hands on you again
⌗ . . . KEEP IT
WARNINGS : SMUT. MATT CUMMING IN YOUR UNDERWEAR.
you were supposed to leave fifteen minutes ago.
everyone else in the house had already left—your mom, stepdad, chris—every single one of them left to the family event already. you said you’d be right behind them, matt willing to drive you both in his car since neither of you were ready by the time they were all ready to go.
but instead you were fifteen minutes late.
Squeezing my thighs hardly 😫😫
omfg i’m on my knees 😌✨
so can we talk about this.
⊹ ࣪ ˖ ۶ৎ TWO LIPS ON THIS DICK
"baby," he breathes, his voice thick with want. you can hear the desperation in his tone, the need. "please, i need you." you drop to your knees in front of him, your hands reaching for the zipper of his pants. slowly, teasingly, you pull it down, the sound echoing in the otherwise silent room. his cock springs free, hard and throbbing, the tip already glistening with pre-cum.
"fuck," he moans, his hips bucking involuntarily as your fingers brush against his sensitive skin. "your feel s’good pretty girl…”you look up at him through your lashes, a coy smile playing on your lips. your voice low and sultry. "m’gonna make you feel even better."
leaning forward, you take him into your mouth, your tongue swirling around the head of his cock. he lets out a low groan, his fingers tangling in your hair as he guides your movements. "yes, just like that," he pants, his hips rocking in time with your ministrations.
you can feel him trembling beneath your touch, his body taut with desire. you take him deeper, your mouth working in tandem with your hand as you stroke his shaft. he's moaning now, his words of encouragement spurring you on
"you're doing so good," he whines, his grip on your hair tightening. "your mouth feels amazing." he threw his head back in pleasure you hum in response, the vibration causing him to buck wildly. "fuck, i'm close," he warns, his voice strained. "don't stop, please don't stop baby—“
you double your efforts, your hand and mouth moving in perfect sync as you bring him closer to the edge. with a final moan, he spills into your mouth, his cum coating your tongue as you swallow it down greedily. "so fucking hot," he praises, his chest heaving with exertion. "you're incredible sweetheart." you smile, he traces his thumb over your bottom lip, your chin dripping with his cum.
© delilahsturniolo
💌: guys they all looked SOOO good in todays video omfggg, but more importantly i’m so glad they’re okay!! <3
Oh we fucking TONIGHT
i don’t think you guys understand what i’d do to be manipulated by this man, had to share..
✨ history was made this day ✨
bless you? bless me 😍✨
── snow .ᐟ reader x matt
texts — you love matt’s dick 😛✨
⚠︎ fluff, very suggestive, slight sexting, and more
a/n: ✨pound town✨
with love and big tits, rose 🌹
