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suddenly.. I'm horny.

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⌗ . . . STEPBROTHER!CHRIS CATCHES YOU AND STEPBROTHER!MATT FUCKING IN THE LIVING ROOM

WARNINGS : SMUT. PNV. VOYEURISM. EXHIBITIONISM. DIRTY TALK. HAIR PULLING. ASS SMACKING. (let me know if i forgot anything).

you always disliked when your mom threw little get togethers with her friends and co-workers. your house always being packed inside the house and then the backyard—so you always stayed far away from it. not because you didn’t like them, you just hated the crowds.

and today was one of those days. everyone in the backyard on a hot summer day—the sounds of voices buzzing through the air. you were hot and angry, the sun making you feel like you wanted to peel your skin off, but you couldn’t leave—not while your mom kept her eye on you.

she forced you to stay outside and socialize with people—people who probably wouldn’t understand anything you try to talk about.

you huffed, crossing your arms and trying to sit as much in the shade as you could without bumping into other people. but it was no use. you groaned and turned in the direction your mom was in—seeing her back turned to you with people surrounding her.

when you saw that, you took your chance, slipping in through the back door and trying to walk quickly from the living room—out of her sight. the AC was cold on your skin, your heartbeat finally starting to slow once you made it far enough inside.

“two hours? really? you couldn’t last any longer out there?” a voice said from over by the couch. your feet stopped, whipping your head into the direction it was coming from. matt was standing near the couch, a cold drink in one hand.

you rolled your eyes, letting out a breath as you wandered over to him. “you try lasting out there in ninety-five degree weather for two hours. i promise it isn’t fun.” you snapped back, reaching your hand out as you stood in front of him, snagging his water. matt just watched you, eyebrow raised and a small smirk tugging at his lip.

“why the attitude hm baby?” he asked, watching the way you lifted the cup to your lips, taking a sip from the ice cold water. you glared at him, finishing your sip before holding the glass out to him. “i don’t have a fucking attitude.” that was a lie—you definitely did.

you watched as matt hummed, taking a sip of water for himself before setting his cup down on the table. “no?” he questioned, slowly walking around your body until he got behind you. you could feel the heat from his body as he pressed closer—it wasn’t helping your irritation.

“matt fuck off.” you spat, going to take a step away from him. you didn’t get very far. matt’s arm reached out and wrapped around your waist, pulling your back flush to his chest.

“god, you’re such a brat.” he muttered into your ear, his hot breath trailing against your neck. you shivered, even though the air inside was cool. his hand was splayed flat on your lower stomach, keeping you tight to him. “matt. don’t.” you warned, voice wavering, despite yourself. you glanced over your shoulder, but no one was inside. still, the hum of voices and music from the backyard was way too close for comfort.

“don’t what? don’t do something about your attitude?” he gritted, his hand tightening on your flesh slightly. “you’re the one being a fuckin’ brat and talkin’ back.” you let out a breath you didn’t even know you were holding, feeling the way your body lit up from his words.

matt grinned, feeling the way your body reacted. “you know,” he whispered, starting to push your hips forward until your thighs hit the arm of the couch. your body bent forward, hands coming out under you to catch the fall. “i think that’s what you want isn’t it? acting up just so i’d do somethin’ about it.”

you shook your head. “no..” you mumbled, but the way your body was practically buzzing said a different story. he hummed, splaying a hand on your back and pushing you down farther, making your back arch—ass high up in the air. you gasped when you felt his fingers toy with the hem of your dress, slowly slipping his fingers underneath.

“matt!” you hissed. “they’re outside!—my mom’s—” your words were cut off when matt’s hand came down to strike against your ass, a moan slipping from your lips as the pain blossomed across your skin. “shh keep that pretty mouth shut baby, unless you want them to hear you.” and you couldn’t help the way your body tingled at the thought of someone hearing you—or catching you. you were so out in the open, one good look through the giant glass door and everyone would see what was going on.

you squirmed, your ass wiggling in front of matt—practically teasing him. he groaned, grabbing the fabric of your dress and pushing it past your ass to rest on your hips. his eyes glanced down, seeing the growing wet patch in the center of your panties.

“look at you.” he cooed, bringing his freehand down to ghost along your inner thighs, leaving light taps. “such a wet pussy for someone who said she wasn’t acting up just to be punished.” you could hear the mocking tone in his voice—feel the way his fingers would inch closer and closer to the edge of your panties before slipping away.

you whined, pushing your hips back as your mind began to turn to mush, forgetting about the party just outside those doors. “tsk tsk.” matt clicked his tongue, his hand coming back down again on your ass, your skin reddening. your body jolted at the contact, eyes rolling into the back of your head as you felt your slick flow out of you more.

“such a little whore.” he said, his hand hooking into your panties and dragging them slowly down your thighs, past your knees, until they rested around your ankles. “stay right there yeah? don’t. move.”

and then he spat on your folds—watching as it trailed down your slit. you whimpered, thighs twitching from the sensation alone. his fingers dragged through it, spreading it over your pussy, up and down, slow and messy. “fuck.” he hissed under his breath as he slid two fingers through your folds again, watching the way you clenched around nothing and whined, your back arching deeper.

“gonna fuck you right here baby. y’gonna let me?” he whispered, leaning down to talk against the shell of your ear—his chest flush against your back. “right where anyone could easily see?” you shook your head, but your moan betrayed you the second his fingers circled your entrance.

“mhm thought so.” he grinned, leaning back up and grabbing at your hips. his other hand reached down to tug his sweats down, freeing his cock. he gripped the base, leaning forward to spit, letting it trail down his dick before be gave himself a few pumps. your heart was pounding in your ears, it was so quiet in the house, except for the muffled music coming from outside. your head lifted slightly, looking in the direction of the back door—you could see so many people outside, but their attention wasn’t focused anywhere in the house.

your head turned, looking over your shoulder at matt. and fuck did he look good. with his hand wrapped around his leaking cock—the hem of his shirt pulled up and tuck between his teeth to keep it up. you shuddered, your hips moving back towards him. “matt, please.” you whined softly, the ache between your legs becoming too much now.

matt smirked, moving to line himself up, his other hand still gripping the flesh of your hip. “please what, hm? be a good girl and use your words or you ain’t getting what you want.” he said, pressing forward. you could feel the tip of his cock press inside you before he moved back. you whined again, pressing your face down into the cushion of the couch. “please—please..want you to fuck me.” you whispered, your face reddening in embarrassment.

“mm good girl. that wasn’t so hard was it?” he praised, his hips pushing forward again, dragging his cock along your folds before he pushed inside again—filling you inch by inch. you gasped as he stretched you open, your hands coming out to grab at the cushions below you. “o-oh fuck.” you moaned, your walls clenching down around him.

matt grunted, his head tipping back at the feeling of your cunt swallowing him whole, dragging a filthy curse from his lips as he bottomed out. his fingers dug deep into your hip, holding you in place as he started to move slowly. “so fuckin’ pretty.” he muttered—his head falling back down to look at you. his free hand coming up now to tangle into your hair, tipping your own head back.

his hips began to pick up the pace, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing throughout the living room along with your moans and his groans. “god—you’d love it if someone walked in right now hm? watching the way your cunt greedily takes my cock.” matt grunted, feeling the way your walls clamped down around his cock. your mouth dropped open, a loud almost pornographic moan coming from your mouth. all you could do was grab at the couch, trying to ground yourself as his tip continued to kiss your g-spot over and over again.

but what either of you didn’t know—is there was someone watching as matt’s hips slammed into your own. watching how he fucked you dumb, loosing all coherent words.

his brother chris. your other stepbrother.

he was outside with everyone else who seemed to be too oblivious and caught up in what they were doing to notice you getting bent over the arm of the couch.

the second he’d come around the corner with a drink in hand and seen you bent over the couch, bare and taking matt deep—he stopped. he hasn’t meant to stop and watch—to get so wrapped up in watching the way you took every inch his brother gave you. the way your face contorted with pleasure every time matt’s cock kissed your cervix.

god he was entranced by how good you looked.

his body was still, heart thudding heavy in his chest as his eyes locked on the sight through the glass. he couldn’t hear you—but he didn’t need to, to know you sounded like a fucking angel.

his breath grew heavier the longer he watched, feeling the way his cock became painfully hard in his pants. he let out a shaky breath, pulling his gaze away from you to look around the yard—no one had noticed still. chris swallowed thickly, his free hand reaching down to adjust himself as his eyes landed back onto your figure.

he watched matt’s hand in your hair, pulling your head back just to make you arch more. your ass jiggling from the force of each thrust of matt’s cock. watched as matt leaned down and whispered something into your ear, making your eyes roll back as your own lips moved to reply. chris didn’t know what it was matt said—but what he did know, is it effected you.

your body began to shake—teeth digging into your bottom lip to stay quiet.

chris knew you were getting close, and god he wanted to stay to watch you cum—but he knew if he didn’t leave now, he’d cum in the next few second just from seeing you. so quickly and quietly—without dragging attention to himself—he slipped away. the image of you burned into his mind.

back inside—your brain was mush. you were chasing your pleasure. matt’s cock hot and thick as he dragged it along your walls. you could feel him pulsing—feel just how close he was to cumming just like you were.

“y’gonna cum baby?” he moaned, fucking his cock deeper into you. “gonna make a mess all over my fucking cock hm? such a messy fucking slut.” his hand in your hair pushed your head down into the cushions.

and that’s what pushes you over the edge.

“pleasepleaseplease—oh my fuck—“ you cried out, your mouth open and drooling against the cushion. you felt your whole body lock up and shake as you came. your walls fluttering around his cock—milking him for all he has. he groaned, his hips faltering for a second before he kept moving, fucking you through your orgasm.

you collapsed against the couch, the only thing holding you up now was matt’s own hands, his hips moving to chase his own high. “gonna fill this pretty pussy up—fuck.” you could tell he was so close, your hips shallowly moving and fucking yourself on his cock despite how tired you were now. “put your panties back on and send you out there with my cum dripping down your thighs.”

his thrusts were getting sloppy now, hips stuttering. you lifted your head and looked over your shoulder at him again, looking at his face. his brows knitted together and his teeth digging into his bottom lip. “c’mon matt—shit—want you to fill me up. please.”

that seemed to be his breaking point.

he groaned loudly, both hands grabbing at the flesh of your hips as he buried himself deep in your cunt—spilling inside you. you could feel each spurt painting your insides white—and how full you felt of him.

his hips moved a few more times before he finally pulled himself out slowly, watching as some of his cum began to leak out of you. he smirked down at you, seeing how you were already beginning to doze off. quickly he began to tuck himself back into his sweats before turning his attention to you.

he reached for your underwear that was around your ankles, slowly sliding them back up your legs and pulling them snugly over your hips to where they belonged. you whined at the feeling, your body shuddering. matt continued to fix your clothing before he reached down and gently pulled you up and into his arms.

he fixed your hair and dress, making sure you looked presentable before even thinking about sending you back out there. the last thing he did was trail his hand down and press his fingers against your now clothed and soaked pussy, making you gasp and grab at his shirt due to how sensitive you were.

“gonna keep my cum right in there yeah?” he whispered, beginning to circle his fingers. you nodded, legs shaking and threatening to give out from under you. he smiled, pulling his fingers away. “good.”

and just then you both heard the door open, your heads whipping in the direction as you both peeled yourselves away from one another, just as your mom stepped inside.

“there you are!” your mom said with a tone of relief like she was looking for you the whole time—she probably wasn’t. her eyes panned over to matt, giving him a small smile before turning her attention back to you. “i see you and matt are finally getting along, that’s good for you guys.”

you nodded, cheeks reddening as you looked at him from the corner of your eye. your mom smiled wide, already beginning to turn away from the both of you.

“come on you two, i need your help with handing out food.” she spoke as she already began to walk towards the kitchen. you and matt both looked at one another, a smirk tugging on his lips as you began to walk. his hand came out and landed a firm smack to your ass.

“get goin’ baby. don’t keep your mom waiting.”

a/n : guys…is this too freaky?

IM GOING NUTS RN😭💋

Lysm girly😭🙏

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1 new voicemail - m. sturniolo

blurb, in which after having a long day matt sends you a needy 5 minute voicemail to relieve some tension before bed.

Transcription

0:06

“hey baby, it’s me… i know it’s pretty late… you’re probably asleep right now… i had a long day.. m’so tired…”

[yawn]

“wish you were here… wanna feel you next to me… miss having you in my bed, s’cold without you. you always run warm, y’know that? love cuddling up next to you… always smell so sweet, too… mm, like vanilla… n’ that lotion you put on before bed… makes me crazy.”

0:39

“miss you… wanna see you…”

[he sighs, the mic picking up the shift of his pillow as he turns, pressing his face into the cotton]

“was lookin’ at pictures of you earlier… the ones from last weekend, when you wore that little dress… fuck, sweetheart, y’looked so pretty. had me stuck—my girl’s so fuckin’ beautiful. kept thinkin’ about it all day. like—fuck, couldn’t get you outta my head… ‘was s’bad… mmh, missed you so bad…”

[there’s a long pause, the softest rustling as he settles further into the sheets. then, a slow inhale, like he’s breathing you in even from miles away]

2:30

[the rustling picks up, his tone still steady, but there’s a faint hitch in his breath, a quiet exhale like he’s getting a little too comfortable]

“been hard all night, baby… fuck, just thinking about you. can’t help it—your fault, y’know that? always do this to me. just wanna feel you…”

[his voice dips lower, his breathing heavier, but he keeps talking, working himself up as if you’re really there listening]

“mmf, baby… can practically… hmm.. feel your mouth on my dick—ohmygod.”

[his breath stutters, a low whine muffled into his pillow]

“fuuuckfuckfuck, been so hard f’you all night… couldn’t stop thinkin’ bout you—fuck, hon, your mouth… s’wet, so warm, takes me so good—mmm, my perfect girl, yeah?”

3:37

[the sheets rustle again, his hand moving slow, teasing himself like he’s imagining it’s you instead. his voice is lower now, thick with need, murmuring between little grunts, shifting as he works himself up]

“wish you were here t’help me, princess… wanna give you my load, wanna nut all in that pretty mouth… oh, mmmh, m’little cum slut, hm? you’d take it so good f’me, wouldn’t you? all of it—ahh fuckfuckfuck, baby, baby, m’so close, gonna make such a mess—”

4:11

“gonna—fuck—come for you like i always do… mmh… y-y’gonna let me, hm? mmm, you always do—ohmygod, want you to take it all f’me, hm, pleasepleaseplease—please… oh,”

4:21

[a sharp inhale, then a breathy moan, long and drawn out as his movements slow. the receiver picks up the shudder in his breath, the sticky wet sounds before it all settles into silence. just his heavy breathing now, coming down, fucked out]

4:48

[the mic barely catches the rasp in his voice when he speaks again, quiet, spent]

“love you… love you so much… m’so fuckin’ gone for you, baby. can’t wait to see you… call me when you wake up, okay?”

5:12

[silence]

5:13

“night.”

[voicemail ends.]

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This is amazing 💋

Batmobile Matt x fem!reader

summary: matt can't resist you in your catwoman costume...

WARNING: smut, intended lowercase, unprotected P in V (wrap it before you tap it), praising, softdom matt if you squint, creampie, car sex essentially, not proofread!

A/N: hi! it's my first fic and you all voted for smut on the poll (whores). JK! love you all and hope you enjoy this little blurb! i miss halloween so much so i had to do SOMETHING halloween related. BTW, my inbox is open for any requests, questions or advice seeking. always here if you need help with literally anything. PS. english isn't my first language i am SO SORRY

Matt's hands moved swiftly to tear the crotch of your black bodysuit after you both climbed into the backseat. what did you expect when you decided to dress as catwoman for halloween? his eyes were intense and filled with a hunger you'd never seen on him. the windows fogged of what he called 'his batmobile'. a loud rip sound filled the car when he tore the fabric, shoving your dampened panties aside before working at his own pants.

"so fucking sexy, princess... all dressed up..." he murmured, making your pulse quicken and your breath hitch. rain pattered on the roof and windows of the car in soft droplets, and before you knew it the sound of a soft groan filled your eardrums. you looked down to see Matt's length sprung from his boxers, the tip needy and wet with precum.

"making me so hard..." he whispered before slowly pushing in. a sharp gasp came through your lips at the sensation of his cock splitting you open as your walls wrapped snugly around the girth.

"oh fuck, Matt.." a whine fell from your lips, your hands grasping at his hips.

"fuck... needed you so bad, princess... this pussy was made for me..." Matt groaned, his thrusts quickening causing moans to spill out of you like a string being tugged from your voicebox. the sound of skin slapping against skin in small claps filled the car, Matt's head thrown back.

His jaw was sharp and clenched, the stubble barely visible from the dim lighting of the car interior. the zip of your bodysuit was tugged down enough for your breasts to be free, bouncing up and down like jello with every buck of Matt's hips.

"oh g-god! mmh..!" you whimpered, your gummy walls fluttering around his cock which told him all he needed to know.

"oh yea? gonna cum on me, baby?" Matt cooed, causing you to nod eagerly and his pace to quicken. his thumb came in contact with your sensitive bud, rubbing firm circles.

"ah! oh fuck, M-Matt!" moans ripped from your throat as your orgasm milked him like a warm, greedy vice. eliciting a low moans from Matt's. his bottom lip trapped between his teeth in concentration, one last firm thrust and he was gone.

"fuck! oh god... fuck yea..." he panted heavily, chest heaving as spurt after spurt of his load filled your needy pussy.

after a few moments, you both composed yourselves. kissing messily with his cock remaining buried inside your warmth.

"fucking in the batmobile.." Matt chuckled.

"oh my god you're a child." you scoffed playfully.

The most accurate post I've ever seen.

average middle aged man’s dating profile:

It's really embarrassing to think that the lady screaming at the triplets probably has kids.. and TOOK her child/children there..

LIKE IMAGINE THAT BEING YOUR MOM?? ID BE SO EMBARRASSED IF THAT EVER HAPPENED😟

How she felt when they ended the show early bc of her:

Reverse countertop scenario where instead of you getting eaten out while seated on the countertop, Matt gets sucked off 🫣

TEMPTATION (part one)

𝐃𝐈𝐋𝐅!𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐓 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: dilf!matt x babysitter!reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: one heated moment crosses between you and forbidden desire.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: SMUT, swearing, slight size kink if you squint, oral (male receiving), subtle face slapping (he taps her on the cheek once), praising

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2,766

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: first dilf!matt fic of the collection :D

(dilf!matt au originally by @luvs4matt)

you’ve met matt through one of your mom’s work friends, who was talking about how her son needed a babysitter because of how busy his work has gotten. against your will, your mother gave you the job, saying that it’ll be a fun and new experience.

because you like kids, you genuinely didn’t mind. you’ve only been nannying for a few weeks now, and the routine isn’t that bad.

you drive to his house every weekday, arriving at seven on the dot. you wake up his five-year-old daughter (who is already fond of you) and make her breakfast along with getting her ready to drop her off at school.

she’s a cutie who looks a lot like her father—with his blue eyes and brunette hair—but she has a bubblier personality and is much more talkative. on the other hand, matt keeps to himself, and rarely says more than three sentences to you: “good morning.” “don’t forget to pack her lunch.” “see you later.”

on this particular day, a couple of hours after dropping his little girl off, you realized you had forgotten something at matt’s house. cursing to yourself when you notice, you drive back to sleuth your way into grabbing what you left and leaving.

however, when you walk through the door, a familiar figure is kneeling in the kitchen, sleeves rolled up to reveal his tattoos and grunting as he’s fixing something under the sink.

you pause, genuinely surprised. he always leaves for work when you arrive at his place at your scheduled time. today, he hid from you upstairs the whole morning that you didn’t even acknowledge he was home. you stare at the gruff thirty-year-old for a few beats, not knowing if you should make yourself known or just sneakily retrieve your item and head back out.

so, instead, you swallow a lump in your throat, and start walking slowly to the living room hoping he doesn’t notice you. with the short weeks that you’ve been working for him, you’ve always felt intimidated by his presence. matt doesn't immediately catch on, but as he listens to footsteps getting closer to him, he perks up. he turns around, just in time to see you starting to walk toward the living room.

he raises a brow, his arms now crossed. “i thought you left already.”

jolting from his voice, you turn around to see him still in the kitchen by the island, but he’s gotten closer to you. “i-i forgot my wallet.” you stutter, scratching the back of your neck. “i’m sorry. i’ll get out of your hair when i grab it, i just didn’t know you stayed home today.”

he eyes you, looking up and down in silence for a second. he lets out a groan, not exactly happy that you're back here, but he's not angry. just… annoyed. “when did you realize you forgot your wallet?”

your face burns up when he looks at you like that, his eyes mesmerizing but also frightening at the same time. your anxiety rushes through your veins, fingers playing with the necklace around your neck to try and calm your nerves.

he’s just so intimidating.

“after i dropped evelyn off at school, but i didn’t have time to grab it until now.” you start, trying to not sound shaky. “she had a rough morning getting ready today, so i was scattering my stuff everywhere trying to help her get back on her little feet. i’m sorry again. i’ll leave the moment i grab it.”

matt lets out a frustrated sigh when he hears about his daughter having a morning like that. “i thought i heard the commotion from upstairs…” he trails off. he takes a moment to breathe and to think, looking you up and down again, trying to figure out why you're shaking. “you're nervous.”

“it was a weird morning.” you still fiddle with your necklace. “other than her tantrum, she was good.”

a huff escapes from his nose, still looking at your figure as he thinks. you’re so damn small compared to him. it's almost adorable in a way he won't admit to himself. “she had a tantrum this morning? why? what started it?”

looking around the room, you shrug. “it was typical friday stuff.” you say, still nervous that you’re talking to matt rather than hearing three sentences from him. “she didn’t want to get out of bed, then she didn’t like the clothes i picked, whined about how she didn’t want to go to school, then she started crying when i carried her backpack to the car when she wanted to carry it.” you think back to this morning before continuing. “we were also running late and that makes my brain a mess, hence why i forgot my wallet, but after a small pep talk when i strapped her into her car seat, she got better.”

the man nods as you explain the events from earlier. you were pretty, in his opinion—he was looking at you from head to toe. a thought seems to hit him, and he bites the inside of his cheek. his next sentence comes out in a much more gruff tone. “come here.”

your eyes grow wide as you blink at him, your heart rate picking up from nerves. “w-what?” you stammer.

letting out a soft sigh, he repeats himself. “you heard me. come. here.”

when you slowly start to walk over to him, you rub the sweat from your palms onto your jeans. you don’t get too close, but you’re not too far, either. he watches as you walk over, his eyes not leaving your body. the thought that he could easily pick you up with one arm in an instant makes him laugh internally. you stop about a foot or so in front of him, standing there with wide eyes. “closer.”

you put your shaky hands behind your back, shuffling even closer to him with a million thoughts running through your brain. did you do something wrong with evelyn? did you forget something important that you needed to bring to school for her? are you going to be fired for forgetting your stupid wallet?

matt’s eyes dart all over your face as you step closer, his jaw clenching for a moment as his eyes linger on yours, then your hair, your nose, your mouth, then your body again. you are so small. it’s very clear with the way you’re shaking and the anxiety clear on your face that you are nervous. “closer.” he says again, his eyes flicking to your necklace for a moment.

smirk tugs at his lips as you step closer, his eyes locked onto you. you’re now standing directly in front of him as he leans on the counter, his height is much more intimidating up close, but you can’t make yourself pull away. it’s like he has a magnetic pull, causing you to stare at him with awe.

he watches your every move and the way you tremble. “you’re shaking.”

“i-i just want to grab my wallet. if i interrupted something important, i’m sorry, it won’t happen again.”

the chuckle in his throat is ticklish as you struggle to get any words out. “take a deep breath. calm down.”

surprised by what he said, you somehow listen and take a couple of deep breaths. well, he is the father to a toddler, after all. you’re sure he deals with a lot of temper tantrums that involve guidance in breathing. after a few inhales and exhales, you calm down just a smidge. “i’m sorry.”

matt watches as you finally start calming down, a slight sense of satisfaction washing over him as you do. he’s not exactly sure why, but he liked watching your shaky body slowly come together again. “you don’t need to keep apologizing, y/n.”

“sorry.” you reply, mentally punching yourself in the face when you say the word. “it’s a habit.”

although, your name rolling off of his tongue has between your legs tingle, but you try to blink away the dirty thoughts and ignore it.

he scoffs. you are so damn polite; it’s almost cute. “stop apologizing.” he orders, bringing his hand up to cup your cheek, his brows furrowing as his thumb grazes your lip. “how old did you say you are again?”

your breath hitches when he touches you, but instead of backing away, you stay put. your lashes bat in his direction as he continues to rub on your bottom lip. “twenty-one.” you exhale, as if you were holding your breath this entire time.

“you’re such a pretty young thing.” he whispers, hand moving down to your throat as he gently kneads at the flesh. “you must be so innocent still.”

grunting when he squeezes at your neck, you subconsciously glance down at his groin, where you can see his growing hard-on. your eyes widen, chest heaving and licking your lips. the pooling in the middle of your thighs only escalates, clenching them together.

this is your boss, y/n. stop.

“do you trust me?” he blurts out, a smirk growing wider once he notices you staring. he has you right where he wants you: at his mercy.

“yes.” and that’s true.

he grabs your hips and pulls you closer, leaning into where your noses are touching. “lift your leg.”

complying, his hand reaches under your thigh when you raise your leg to rest on his hips. you gasp, feeling his bulge rub against your clothed clit. he grinds against you swiftly. “you feel that? that’s what you do to me; every single time i see you.”

“fuck.” you exhale, subconsciously rutting your hips more into him to feel more friction.

“dirty girl.” he whispers, one of his hands reaching up to squeeze your breast while the other that’s resting on your thigh moves to the waistband of your pants. “do you want me to touch you here?”

you throw your head back, nipples peeking at his touch. “please.”

matt groans, leaning down to nip at that spot below your ear. a high-pitched whine leaves your lips, his fingers slipping under your panties. the pad of his pointer rubs at your bud, and you moan softly. he keeps leaving wet kisses on your jaw, toying at your clit. “so fucking wet.”

you keep moaning, clenching around nothing when he plays with you faster. this plus the rubbing of his dick against you makes you want more, but you fight it off. he removes his hand after a few seconds, leaving you aching before bringing his fingers to his lips. he laps at your juices, humming approvingly.

then, his eyes darken, voice extra demanding. “get on your knees.”

while you’re getting on your knees, the pumping of your heart is the only thing you seem to hear, matt starting to unbuckle the belt of his jeans. as you patiently wait, he unloosens it and his pants drop to his ankles along with his boxers. your mouth waters at what’s in front of you, being put under matt’s make-believe spell. he’s big—really big—and you can’t help but stare at it longingly.

tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, he smiles a genuine smile. “open your mouth; good girl.” he cups both of your cheeks, sliding his cock agonizingly slow between your lips. he lets out a long groan the more his inches fill your mouth until you gag once his tip nudges at the back of your throat.

“awe.” he coos, wiping some drool at the sides of your lips with his thumb. “that’s not even all of it.”

you bob your head, moaning around his length at how good he feels in your mouth. slurps and gags continue when you go faster.

he grunts and hisses at your sudden change of speed. “ah, slow, slow.” he fists your hair and taps you on the cheek, causing you to wince and stop. “i said slow.”

matt hasn’t had his dick sucked since his ex, which had to have been over a year ago. hell, he hasn’t had sex since her. he was getting sick of his hand doing the pleasure for him, but the warmth of your mouth is a reminder that you’re here.

your eyes tear up when he lets go of your hair, the stinging there for a few seconds before you move again, this time at the slow pace he requested. he nudges your head up, forcing you to look at him through your lashes as you resume to suck him off.

“that’s it.” he exhales with a moan, back pinned against the countertop. “good girl, listening to everything i say.”

he licks his teeth as he stares down at you, your doe eyes going into his soul as you’re stuffed full with his cock. if only he had his phone nearby, he would take a picture of this.

it’s quiet, except for his groaning and the wet sounds. his mouth is agape, his dick disappearing in and out of those plump lips. deep down, he thinks he’s using you to get off, but little does he know, you wanted this as much as he did. it’s like he wants this image engraved into his mind forever.

without even realizing it, you start to bob your head faster again, gulping more of his cock in the process.

“mmph, fuck, wait.” he pants, voice getting higher when his dick twitches. “s-slow down. slow, slow—” he lets out a long groan, grabbing the back of your head to move it down to his pelvis. you gag for the last time, his cum shooting down your throat all at once. you relax your jaw, making his seed easier to swallow. “so fucking good. such a good girl.” he pants again.

when he pushes you off, you cough as you try to catch your breath from being able to breathe again. matt’s still looking at you, but this time with his original stone-cold demeanor. his eyes flick over to the stove clock. “it’s 2:45 now. you should probably start getting ready to grab evelyn soon.”

with that, he pulls up his undergarments, zips them, and walks away.

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matt’s seen walking towards the front door through the window of the white picket-fenced home when you park the car, and you take a shaky exhale. seeing him after what happened makes the hairs on the back of your neck stand, but you don’t know if it’s in a good or bad way.

because, well, you enjoyed what you two did. a lot.

after another short breath, you get out of the driver's seat to open the back door. avoiding matt forever is impossible, so you’ll just have to toughen up and deal with it.

evelyn’s kicking excitedly, the top straps unbuckled already when you reach to undo the bottom half of her car seat. just as she hops down onto the driveway, the front door opens as if on queue.

of course, she leaves her backpack and the little mermaid water bottle behind as she bolts to her father. “daddy! daddy!” you hear her squeal excitedly, closing and locking the car doors once you grab her school stuff.

matt scoops up evelyn with ease and kisses her on the head. he smiles down at his daughter, asking her a whole bunch of questions about the school day. he nods and pipes in here and there to keep the conversation flowing as his little girl rambles on. you notice how matt gets when he sees evelyn, and his demeanor completely changes. he’s happy and engaged, eyes showing the love he has for her. it’s so fucking adorable.

“what do you want for dinner, missy?” matt asks, adjusting her in his arms when she starts to slip.

you silently watch the interaction, not wanting to ruin their moment as evelyn brings her finger up to her chin to think. it takes her a few seconds, but she says something along the lines of ‘the dinner of champions.’

“dino nuggets and mac and cheese?” he questions with a quirked brow. “but you had that last night.”

evelyn puts her hands together and pouts, giving him the best puppy dog eyes she can muster. unfortunately for her father, that trick will always work on him.

he sighs, setting her down. “i suppose so…”

“can y/n stay for dinner?” evelyn tugs at matt’s pants as she pleads. “pretty please?”

you hesitate with your answer, because you don’t know what’s in store if you stay longer than usual. “oh, i don’t—”

“you should.” matt quirks a brow, turning to face you. “it will be fun, yeah?”

𝐭𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭!

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roughdom!stepbro!chris x brattysub!stepsis!reader

🖤 content warning: 🖤 smut, heavy step sibling kink, a wink to CNC kink (chris makes a comment about overpowering reader, but she likes it), elements of BDSM (restraints/ropeplay), nipple play, brutal face fucking, gagging, choking, spitting, spanking, degradation/praise, unprotected sex, almost getting caught

🖤 summary: 🖤 all your stepbrother, chris, wants for his birthday is to tie you up and have his way with you, but his anger gets the better of him when he finds out you made other plans.

hiiii it's @ariestrxsh and this is my second account ! IF YOU'RE NOT INTO STEPCEST OR THE THOUGHT OF BEING OVERPOWERED, DO NOT READ FURTHER. if you're god, my mom, or chris sturniolo, do not read any further.

dividers by @/strangergraphics

holdyourbreath

chapters: | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 |

"C'mon, it's my birthday. Let me tie you up or somethin'," Chris rasped, grabbing your jaw and forcing you to make eye contact as the two of you stood in his bedroom. His stare was filled with lust, and a dark smile crept into his expression as he bit down on his lip, knowing you couldn't resist him.

"Chris, I made plans tonight," you whined, rolling your eyes at his request and crossing your arms over your chest. "You what?" His tone was sharp and unforgiving as he dropped his hand from your chin. His glare bore into you, imagining all the ways he was going to make you pay.

"I can't reschedule, Chris.." Your voice trailed off, avoiding contact with him. "You made plans on my birthday, and they weren't with me?" He hissed. "I didn't think about it," you shrugged. He'd never admit it directly, but he was genuinely hurt that it was nearing the end of the day, and you hadn't given him a gift or made any plans with him.

"C'mon, princess. It's the least you could do since ya didn't get me nothin'." He brushed his thumb against your full bottom lip, his tone growing softer into more of a pout. He knew how he was going to get you to fold.

Despite the tightness he felt in his jaw and how pathetic he knew it'd make him look, he switched gears. "C'mon. Cancel your other plans. I'm beggin'." His word choice piqued your interest. "You call this begging, huh?" You sneered back, challenging him.

"Please.." The words he spoke hung in the air between the two of you. There was a desperation and a softness in his voice you'd never heard before. You raised an eyebrow at him, taken aback. "You know I don't beg. Ever. But I need this," he pleaded with you, taking a step closer to you.

"Please, please, please. Be a good girl and let me tie you up," Chris cooed, looking into your eyes, his words laced with need.

You couldn't deny how much you were enjoying this - your stepbrother being all needy, finally dropping his dominant facade for once. "What would you do for it, hmm?" You asked, pressing your body against his, teasing him.

"Anything," he replied, his hungry eyes searching your facial expression for any kind of mercy. "God, you're so desperate," you scoffed at him, your tongue sharp like a weapon.

This comment flipped a switch in him.

The longing in his expression quickly transformed to anger, and you watched the muscles in his jaw tighten. "I fuckin' said cancel 'em. I swear to God, you little bitch, if you made plans with another man.." Chris snarled, shooting daggers at you with his blue eyes.

"Then what?" You interrupted him with a smirk, testing him while you reveled in his jealousy. "You know, technically, I don't have to ask," Chris leaned in, whispering into your ear, his hot breath hitting your neck as he roughly wrapped his fingers around your throat.

His words sent shivers down your spine and a throbbing to your clit. You swallowed hard, intimidated but also incredibly turned on. His threats were empty, of course, but he knew how much it excited you to think about being overpowered by him.

"Don't make me ask again," he growled. No matter how hard you tried, you couldn't resist him. Your demeanor softened as your body melted into his, the dynamic between the two of you immediately shifting.

"That's what you want for your birthday? You wanna tie my wrists and ankles to the bed? Have your way with me?" You asked in a taunting tone, eyeing him up and down. He loosened his grip in your throat.

"No, not quite," he said, suddenly grabbing you by the neckline of your tanktop and ripping it from your body. You gasped as the sound of tearing fabric filled the space between you, exposing the top half of your frame to him.

"Asshole! I liked that top," you remarked, narrowing your gaze at him as your tattered clothes fell to your feet. "Well, too bad. I like these more," he hissed. He wasted no time before he leaned down and took your right breast into his mouth, flickering his tongue over your hardening nipple before biting down on it, eliciting a squeal from you.

He quickly moved to the left one, roughly grabbing a handful and sucking hard on your sensitive peak. You threw your head back, giving into his touch. He created an intense suction with his mouth and pulled off of you with a pop.

"Turn around," he commanded with a smirk, roughly slapping your left breast and making you softly whine in pleasure. "Make me," you snarked back, your lips curling into a devious smile, knowing it would drive him crazy. He forcefully grabbed your arm and spun you around.

He reached into his dresser drawer beside him as if he'd been planning this all along and pulled out some red nylon rope. You peered back at him over your shoulder, catching a glimpse of his darkening eyes and his slightly clenched jaw.

"Keep being a fuckin' brat and see where it lands ya," he hissed as he roughly grabbed both of your arms, pinning them behind your back and tying them together before he spun you back around. "Get on your knees."

You reluctantly obeyed, slowly descending to one knee and then the other. "Fuck. Your makeup's all done, too. Can't wait to fuckin' ruin it," Chris chuckled, admiring you. One hand flew to his jeans, expertly unfastening his belt while his other roughly held the back of your head. He unbuttoned his pants and slowly pulled down his zipper.

In one swift motion, he pulled out his throbbing cock. "Suck it, slut," he demanded with a sharp edge in his voice, slapping it against your face and smearing a bit of precum on your cheek.

"Take it like a good girl," he hummed, guiding his glistening tip towards your mouth and slipping it between your luscious lips. He let out a satisfied groan, his eyes rolling back into his head as he jerked his hips forward. "Fuck."

You felt every vein glide over your tongue as his tip slammed into the back of your throat, eliciting a faint choking sound from you. A smirk played in the corner of his lip as he peered down at your watering eyes. He slowly pulled back, relishing in the sensation of your lips sliding over his length.

Without warning, he thrusted his cock forward again, obstructing your airway. He set a brutal pace, rocking his hips back and forth and watching you take it with your hands tied behind your back. "You love this shit, don't ya?" He cooed, tightening his grip on your hair. "You thought ya could just ditch me on my fuckin' birthday and get away with it?"

Through your tears, you glanced up at him and made an unintelligible sound. He could only assume it was an apology. "That's my good girl.. I'll forgive you just this once," he groaned, keeping you in place as he fucked your throat with growing intensity. He pushed it in a little deeper, holding himself there while you gagged around his thick shaft.

He pulled out of your mouth with a satisfied gasp, admiring the string of saliva that connected the head of his dick to your lips. He slapped his tip against your tongue, the salty flavor of his precum lingering on your tastebuds.

He pushed it back in, fucking your face at a relentless pace, drool spilling down your chin and out of the corners of your mouth with every merciless thrust. The sounds of your gagging grew louder, and your mascara-stained tears streamed down your cheeks as Chris used you for his pleasure alone.

His cock started to throb between your lips, his facial expression saturated with lust, desire, and anger that you would dare do anything on Chris' birthday other than he wanted to do. He couldn't shake the mix of betrayal and hurt he felt that maybe you didn't care about him as much as he did you. He'd never make plans on your birthday.

Several insults unfurled from his lips as he peered down at you indignantly, both hands still tangled in your hair. "Fuckin' slut. Good thing you're good at taking cock, because it's all you're fuckin' good for." The fact that every thrust he delivered was fueled by his jealousy for your time and attention turned you on even more.

"This mouth is all mine," he growled through gritted teeth. "It was made for me."

You nodded in approval, clenching around nothing while he did what he wanted with you. You tugged at the restraints, becoming even more wet by how completely helpless you were. There was nothing you could do to stop his relentless assault on your throat, and there was nothing you wanted to do to stop it.

He could read you like a book.

"I bet you're all nice and wet for me, aren't you?" He cooed, pulling you off his cock and tugging you to your feet by a fistful of your hair, exercising some self-restraint before busting all over your tongue.

"You know, you're the greatest gift I could ever ask for," Chris purred, gazing into your teary eyes and studying your fucked out facial features. He spat in your face before he spun you around again, shoving you roughly down onto his bed.

He pulled down your shorts and your underwear in one swift movement. He positioned you so that you were kneeling on the bed with your ass in the air and your head buried in the pillow. He gripped the red rope connecting your wrists to anchor himself while he wrapped his fingers around his thick shaft, directing it toward your drooling cunt.

He pressed the tip against your wet folds, holding it there for just a moment, circling your hole and teasing you before he shoved it in without warning. His brutal entry earned a satisfied moan from each of you, and he immediately bucked his hips forward, drilling into you at a ruthless pace, your moans stiffled slightly by the bedding.

He wanted to ruin you.

You loved the way he filled you, getting all your hard to reach places with ease as he fucked you into the mattress. Profanities spilled from his lips complimented by the sound of his hips smacking against your ass. Every thrust was harder than the last, jerking your body forward as he slammed into you with all his strength. His headboard thumped against the wall with every jolting motion.

Chris raised his arm and his hand came down harshly with a loud smack! You jumped, susprised by the action. The second slap was harder and even more shocking, leaving a bright red print on your bottom.

Suddenly, the sound of two car doors shutting outside broke the two of you out of your hedonistic pleasure. Your parents were home. Your eyes widened, and Chris tugged you up by your wrists, pulling your hips back into his. He aggressively cupped his hand over your mouth.

"Sh, sh, sh. Don't make a fuckin' sound," he rapsed into your ear, starting to fuck you again. You swallowed hard, trying to keep your moans to a minimum as you started to throb around him. "That's it. You don't want your daddy to hear you cum all over my cock now, do you?" He cooed softly, hitting your gspot with every thrust.

Your whole body started to twitch beneath him as you arched. Your eyes rolled back into your head, and your arousal gushed down Chris' length as the front door opened. He let out a final breathy moan as he drove his cock as deep into you as it could possibly go, holding it there while he finished.

You could feel his dick pulsing inside of you as he filled you up, and you went completely limp under him for a few seconds. You did your best to gather your thoughts and pull yourself together.

As much as you wanted to melt into the bed while you recovered from your intense orgasm, you knew it was only a matter of minutes before one or both of your parents called the two of you downstairs to help carry in groceries. Chris slid out of you, the mixture of both of your fluids spilling out of you as he did.

Chris pulled you to your feet, grabbing a pocket knife out of his back pocket and cutting the rope from your wrists. He spun you around one last time, picking up your torn tank top from his bedroom floor and shoving it into your weak arms.

"C'mon, princess. Go take a shower and clean yourself up before daddy finds out what a fuckin' slut his little girl is," Chris said in a low voice through his breathlessness as he looked you in the eyes, softly stroking your cheek.

"And if you ever try to make other plans on my birthday again, I won't be so nice next time." You nodded, your eyes wide in fear and your heart beating erratically in your chest as adrenaline coursed through you. You ran out of his bedroom and immediately darted towards the bathroom to wash away the evidence of what you and your stepbrother had just done.

Chris chuckled to himself, tucking his spent cock back into his jeans as he tried to catch his breath. "That'll teach her," he whispered to himself, replaying the last half hour in his mind.