𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐀 𝐃𝐎𝐎𝐑 𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐘 . . . featuring matthew sturniolo.
𓏲๋ 𓂃 — PAIRING. good girl!reader x guitarist!matt.
beware of. SMUT. mentions of unprotected sex. teensy age gap ( 19 & 21 ). reader lives w her parents. use of pet names.
୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ .⁺ headline. different scenarios to show the flirty dynamic between two ‘innocent’ neighbors.
— GUITARIST!MATT WHO: makes it a habit to say good morning to you— an absolute angel, every single day. toothpick hanging from his pink lips as he leans against the white picket fence. you can’t do anything but meekly return the greeting, your big doe eyes focused on the grass beneath you as he showers you in complements.
“good morning, sunshine. jesus, you look… gorgeous. where ya headed?”
— GOOD GIRL!READER WHO: bakes goodies for the musician next door. it’s okay fair to return the favor since he’s such a sweetheart to you. you wake up at the crack of dawn, pulling up the “strawberry blondie bars” recipe you found on social media.
you try your hardest to be quiet, not wanting to wake your parents upstairs. once the treats are ready, you package them in a pink container before taping a note on top. during one of many morning conversations between you two, you hand the brunette the blondies, a grin plastered on your lip gloss-covered lips.
“oh i almost forgot! made these for ya since you’re always so nice to me. i hope you like them!”
— GUITARIST!MATT WHO: answers your phone calls on the first ring, no matter how late it is. you dial him, small sniffles coming from your side of the phone. your parents had begged you to go on a date with this boy from church, convinced that you needed a good influence in your life since matt was ‘corrupting you’. wrong they were.
once he found out you didn’t wanna sleep with him, he called you a prude and sped off in his truck. now here you were, stranded at a restaurant at 12:30 AM. as soon as matt heard your shaky voice & your situation, he put his guitar down and practically ran out to his car to come pick you up. he’s fuming, praying he runs into the guy one of these days to teach him a lesson.
“j-just stay still for me, okay sweetheart? i’ll be there soon, ten minutes tops.”
— GOOD GIRL!READER WHO: pleads and pleads with matt to let you come over and watch him practice. of course you’ve heard him from your room, the bass from his electric guitar coursing through your walls from time to time but you wanted to see it up close and personal.
after multiple “no’s” & “it’s too much for your pretty lil’ ears”, he finally gives in, leading you inside his home with his hand resting dangerously low on your back. when you reach the basement, you see all of his equipment— his amp, a mic, etc. not to mention, the star of the show, the guitar.
he nods for you to take a seat on the grey L-shaped couch as he takes a seat in a foldable chair in front of you. once he knows he has all of your attention, he begins playing a very familiar song— godspeed by frank ocean. with his fingers moving smoothly against the strings and his lip tucked between his teeth as he concentrates, you can’t help but clench your thighs at the sight.
— GUITARIST!MATT & GOOD GIRL!READER WHO: both have journals about the other. they both consisted of lewd & dirty thoughts, yours definitely more… explicit than matt’s. you’re writing in said journal when you see a figure pop through your window, a smug smile playing on his lips. matt’s presence seemed to distract you, your journal wide open in your lap.
as he gets climbs in your room and gets closer, he notices the book causing him to snatch it up and look through it, not expecting to read anything like that from you. you lean up and try to grab it back frantically, embarrassment lingering all around you but matt kept you in place with his other hand as he continued reading. you’re already getting your apology ready but before you can say anything, matt beats you to it.
“this true, sunny? you wanna ‘feel my soft lips against your skin while you’…. woah. you got a hell of a mouth on you, don’t ya?” his eyes wide as they still remain on the paper.
“doing so good, baby. riding me all by yourself just like you said you would … can’t believe it.” he drags out, his words muffled as he leaves marks down your neck. you having to hide the hickies didnt seem to cross your mind, the state of euphoria you were in clouding your thoughts. you felt on top of the world and all of matt’s praise was only fueling the feeling.
you don’t even notice that he paused your movements to pursue his own, breathy groans coming from the boy underneath you. matt’s hands wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer to him as he basically drills into you. with one last thrust, you release all over him, a loud and catty whine leaving your throat. matt finishes not too long after you, filling you up nice & full.
in all honesty, it was bound to happen sooner or later. i mean, he was only a door away.
solai speaks. headcannon layout inspo from the one & only @musegyra! i enjoyed writing this so much like you have no idea. i’ve been in my music matt bag lately 😭. speaking of, part one to get him back will be out this week! enjoy <3.
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