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𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 ---› smut ⋆ bsf!matt ⋆ sexual tension ⋆ usage of a viagra pill ⋆ subtle bantering ⋆ dry humping + more.
𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 ---› 𝟏.𝟕 𝒌
𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓’𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒔 ---› well... this is the closest to smut you’ll get from me this november ’cause i wanna do no nut november properly!! also, i struggled so much with this fic and i wanted to keep it relatively short so there’s really not much sexual tension. lowkey hate this sm but oh well :)
𝒌𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅 ---› english is not my first language!
𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒂 ---› it’s november so... i thought i’d post a little fic for you before my nnn starts.
❝𝑾𝒂𝒊𝒕- 𝑺𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒍𝒚? 𝒀𝒐𝒖’𝒓𝒆 𝒈𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒂 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒎𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔?❞
Matt isn’t the type of guy to buy a viagra pill—or so you thought. He is a freak but you knowing he’s never tried something like that before. Or maybe he just didn’t tell you. But whatever the truth is, you did not expect to see a viagra pill on his computer desk, still in its packaging.
You pick it up from his desk, the corners of your mouth curling up in amusement. "Increases stamina, hardness and time of intercourse-" The package is snatched out of your hand so quickly you almost think it disappeared into thin air.
Matt’s expression turns into a subtle scowl to hide his embarrassment as he quickly stuffs the viagra in his jeans pocket. "What the fuck are you doing?" He huffs, going back to folding the freshly dried laundry on his bed. His tone is harsh and defensive—but it just makes you laugh.
Drivin' Me Crazy ‧₊˚ ⋅* ‧₊ Matt Sturniolo & Chris Sturniolo
Boyfriend!Matt x Girlfriend!Reader x Perv...?!Chris
Synopsis: Matt and the reader think they're being lowkey while getting freaky, but Chris is in the backseat....
Genre: Smut
Word Count: 786
Warnings: MDNI, vaginal fingering…this is lowkey hell awkward wording LMFAOAOOO, voyeurism, exhibitionism in a sense, chris lowkey being a perv LMAO, cumming in pants lmao, male masturbation, implications of reader doing stuff w chris at the end, some flowery language
A/N: I wanted to incorporate some degrading from Matt but idk i just couldn't bring myself to do it. this can go whatever direction you want it to go oooor I can probs write a part 2?? 👀 idk just wanted to leave ygs on your toes w this one LMAO
It started off as any other drive back home from a shoot.
Wanted to watch the behind the scenes/basketball footage of the S&C and Triplets collab but I just checked and XPLR club is 19 DOLLARS A MONTH?! I love S&C but I can’t justify spending that much even if it’s just for one singular month 😭
(also wanna put out there that I know S&C put a lot of work into their videos, I’m not discrediting that, it just seems like a pretty steep price. with that being said pls don’t yell at me I’m not hating🥹💔)
. ݁⋆ ꫂ᭪ ݁˖ . ݁ slytherin!matt and ravenclaw!reader hooking up in the back of the library
*from the hogwarts universe *
it’s after hours when you sneak into the restricted section. you’re not even sure why you’re there. some part of you just needed the silence. the weight of the shelves. the comfort of knowing the world outside couldn’t touch you in here. you’re halfway down an aisle when you hear the door click shut behind you. your stomach drops. then you hear his voice. “didn’t think you were the type to break rules,” matt says, voice low, laced with that familiar drawl that makes your spine straighten.
you turn slowly. “and i didn’t think you could read.” he smirks. leans against the shelf like he owns it. like he owns this whole damn castle. “cute. what are you doing here, miss know-it-all?” you don’t answer. you’re not sure you want to. instead, you slide a book back into place and try to act unfazed, like the air between you hasn’t already gone electric. he steps closer. not touching you, but close enough that you feel it, the tension, the pull, the heat. “you gonna report me?” he asks, voice brushing your skin. “turn me in to flitwick?”
“i should,” you murmur, but your voice is soft now, your eyes on his mouth. “but then i’d have to explain why i was here too.”
“exactly,” he whispers, and then he’s kissing you.
his hands find your waist, pushing you back into the shelf, books pressing into your spine as his mouth claims yours. it’s messy. urgent. full of all the things you don’t say during daylight hours, all the things you bury under snark and side-eyes and late-night glances across the great hall.
you fist your hands in his tie, pulling him closer, and he groans into your mouth like he’s been waiting all day for this, like he can’t help himself. his fingers slip under your robe, dragging along your bare skin, slow and possessive. he palms your waist, your ribs, thumbs brushing just beneath your bra. you gasp, and he smirks against your mouth like he knew exactly what he was doing.
“you’re so fucking hot,” he mutters, voice raspy now, lips trailing down your jaw to your throat. “and so fucking annoying.” you tilt your head back, giving him space to kiss lower, biting down on your bottom lip as his tongue drags along your collarbone. “matt,” you whisper, breath catching.
“say it again,” he mutters, mouth on your neck. “say my name when i’m touching you.” you do. quietly. brokenly. and he rewards you by slipping his hand higher, fingers ghosting over your bra until you’re arching into him. you’re half-hidden behind a pillar of books, the shelves creaking every time he shifts. the sound of paper, breath, and want filling the space between you.
he kisses you again, harder this time, and you let him. you let him press you into the wood, let him slide a hand down between your thighs, let him grip your ass like he’s daring you to stop him. you don’t.
“you like sneaking around?” he breathes, pressing his forehead to yours. “like the fact that no one knows what you let me do to you?” you nod. barely. your eyes flutter shut. “good,” he says, his lips brushing your ear, “because i’m not fucking stopping.”
his fingers thumb teases your clit through your panties. your head tips back against the shelf, and he mouths at your throat again, his free hand braced beside your head. he shoves your panties down, you desperately move his robe and unbuckle his belt, his cock springing out as he plunges a finger inside you, thrusting in and out before replacing his hand with his dick, entering your pussy with no mercy.
you bite back a moan, eyes fluttering, knees trembling as his hips move quickly, his cock moving inside you, finding exactly where you need him, slow and teasing at first, then deeper, more confident, like he’s memorized you. “this what you wanted?” he mutters. “reading’s not the only thing you ravenclaws do in the library, huh?”
“shut up,” you whisper, breathless. “make me,” he growls, crashing his mouth into yours again. you do. over and over. your legs shake as he cums inside of you, triggering your own orgasm, your breathy moans echoing slightly. and when it’s over, when you’re both flushed and breathing hard and trying to pull yourselves back together, he fixes your ravenclaw robe for you without saying a word.
you expect him to walk away like always. no softness. no affection. but then he brushes a thumb along your jaw and says, “same time tomorrow?” you don’t trust your voice, so you just nod. he smirks like he already knew you’d say yes. then he disappears between the shelves, leaving only the faint scent of cologne, the echo of your heartbeat, and the aching reminder that you’re going to let it happen again. and again. and again.
© delilahsturniolo
💌: hogwarts? more like 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔
