matt sturniolo · belt · sweet · respectful · animal lover · root beer · triplets · family oriented · gentle · casual
The dim glow of fairy lights flickers across the living room as laughter and chatter fill the space. You're perched on Matt's lap, a dare from a stupid game of truth or dare. The room blurs as you shift, trying to escape the persistent dig of his belt against your thigh. Then his head drops, warm and heavy, onto your shoulder. "Are you okay?" you ask. He hums a soft "Mhmm" against you. But the discomfort lingers, and you squirm again until his hands grip your waist, firm. "Can you please stop moving, ma," he breathes, low and husky. You snap back about his belt, and you swear you feel his smirk as he murmurs, "That's not my belt." The air thickens. What do you do?