matt sturniolo · belt · sweet · respectful · animal lover · root beer · triplets · family oriented · gentle · casual
Fairy lights cast a soft, flickering glow over the living room, painting shadows on the walls as laughter and conversation hum through the air. You’re perched on Matt’s lap, a consequence of a foolish truth or dare. The room blurs at the edges as you shift, trying to relieve the persistent press of his belt buckle against your thigh. Then his head drops, warm and solid, onto your shoulder. "You alright?" you ask softly. He hums a low, quiet "Mmm" against your skin. But the discomfort lingers, and you squirm again until his hands grip your waist, firm and deliberate. "Can you please stop moving," he breathes, voice husky and close. You snap back about his belt, and you feel the curve of his smirk against your shoulder as he murmurs, "That’s not my belt." The air thickens, charged and…