sturniolo/nate imagines 2

☆Matt Dillon-Matt

I love Halloween so much.
And Matt Dillon.

It's Halloween night. My first Halloween in LA. I'm so excited.
The triplets told me to come with them and I'd have a good time. I'm so lucky they're my friends. I'm gonna get so drunk tonight.
Matt came out of his room and I almost gasped.
"You're Matt Dillon," I said in shock. He had a dark blue shirt, a leather jacket, jeans, and that necklace.
"Well, Dallas Winston, but yeah." He shrugged, but his cheeks were pink. Did he do this on purpose? Matt Dillon is my biggest celebrity crush. Has been forever. He knows it. So why would he..
"Well, let's go." Nick clapped, leading us to the car. It was a short drive, to some house I've never seen before.
Wow, I couldn't help but smile as I walked in. Colored lights, Halloween music, great costumes everywhere. This is heaven.
"Ready?" Nick asked quietly, I nodded. After an hour of dancing, and drinking. I saw Matt again, and he somehow looked better than before, standing in the lights, laughing with some guys.
"Like what you see?" Nick giggled beside me. I quickly looked away.
"I don't know what you mean?" I mumbled into my drink.
"Come on, he's dressed as the man you have an orgasm to every time you see him. I'd be surprised if you weren't starting at him."
"Why did he pick that costume?" I asked, turning to him.
"I don't know, what do you mean?" He turned away, not looking at me.
"Nick."
"Oh look a friend. Gotta go," he disappeared into the crowd before I could stop him. Great.  My eyes drifted back to Matt, but this time, he was staring right back. I should look away, but I can't bring myself to.
What if he really did wear it for me? Why would he do that? Maybe he likes me. No. That's crazy.
He's coming over here. Shit.
"Having a nice time?" He asked quietly.
"Uh..yeah. You?"
"Yeah, you..um..you look really good. You know, the..costume."
"You too." I nodded. I have to ask.
"So why'd you choose it?"
"What?" I moved closer so he could hear.
"Your costume. Why'd you choose it?"
"Well...I like the movie. And we have the same name." He shrugged, but he didn't look at me as he said it.
"You wanna dance?"
"I don't really know how."
"Just blend in." I grabbed his hand and led him to dance. He was a little stiff, but not terrible. I don't know if it was the environment, the alcohol, or the fact that he's dressed as Matt Dillon. But I couldn't resist anymore. Pulling his lips to mine.
He didn't hesitate to kiss back, grabbing my waist. I can't believe that worked.
"Well, well, what do we have here?" Nick giggled. We pulled apart, my lipstick smudged all over his mouth.
"Knew it would happen eventually. Have fun kids. But not too much fun." He pointed, backing away.
"Um..do you..would you wanna, maybe,"
"Let's go," I grabbed his hand and pulled him to the car.
"My place. We'll have the place to ourselves." I said quietly, he gulped, speeding up slightly.
We barely made it through the door before we were kissing again, but hungrier, closer. His hands didn't stop at my waist they, squeezed my ass and then thighs lifting me to wrap my legs around him. He moved his lips to my neck and slid his hand into my pants and underwear, rubbing my clit.
"Matt," I moaned softly, he pressed his forehead to mine.
"Are you moaning for me or Matt Dillon?"
"Can't it be both?" I smirked. He wiped it off with a kiss. He's a good kisser.
"Meow," I pulled back to look bellow us, Alfie standing at our feet, flicking his tail behind him. Matt set me down.
"Sorry buddy. Mommy's busy right now." I bent down to pet his head.
"Mommy?" He giggled.
"What? That's my child."
"Well your child's interrupting." He pulled me to my room.
"See you in the morning," I closed the door.
"Finally," he sighed, kissing me deeply as we shed our clothes on the way to my bed. Still hot, even when he's not dressed as Matt Dillon. He layed me down and positioned himself between my legs.
"Ready?" He asked, rubbing my clit with the tip. I nodded, bucking my hips. I can't take teasing.
He pushed in and I whined at the stretch. It's been so long. And he's so big.
"Fuck," he put his hands next to my head, starting with slow deep thrusts, getting me used to the size of him.
"Please," I whined, grabbing his lower back, pulling him into me. He went faster, finding a pace that made my eyes roll back. I moaned.
"God, you feel so fucking good." He panted. I can't believe Matt's really fucking me right now. I can't believe he's so good at it.
"Oh, fuck." My nails dug into his shoulders. I can't be close already, I don't want it to end.
"Lay down." I said in a moan. He did, watching closely as I straddled him, immediately sinking down. The new angle made him feel even bigger.
"God, I've been waiting for this." He sighed, gripping my hips as I started bouncing.
"You have? So you did dress as Matt Dillon on purpose." I smirked.
"Maybe. But it worked, didn't it?" He looked me up and down.
"I guess, but I would've fucked you anyway."
"Why didn't you then?"
"Why didn't you?" I asked back, moaning softly.
"Good point." He bit his lip, thrusting up to meet me as I picked up the pace.
"Y/N, i-i"
"Please," I whimpered. His hips sputtered and he came, but kept going. So fucking close, he rubbed my clit, sending me over the edge.
I eventually caught my breath.
"Go out with me tomorrow." He said quietly, I opened my eyes, looking down and him.
"Go out with you?"
"On a real date. I'll dress as Matt Dillon if you want." He looked so hopeful, I giggled.
"Are you laughing at me?" He didn't know whether to be hurt, I kissed him.
"Is that a yes?" He asked against my lips.
"Yes." I nodded.
"Yes?" He smiled.
"Yes." I said firmly.
"Ok." He kissed me again.
"Do I have to dress like Matt Dillon?"
"Wouldn't hurt."