keep the noise down ﹒﹒ starcrossed!matt ꒰ ✶ ꒱ starcrossed au universe.
✶ warnings. . . smut ( oral. f!receiving ) 18+
please note. this isn’t detrimental at all to matt & storm’s current timeline / storyline and takes place in the past. this is just to give an insight (& cos i know a lot of people are dying to know more about their sex life lmao)
you bite down gently on the corner of your pillow when the sound threatening to leave your mouth gets a little too close to actually leaving it, suddenly very, very aware that your entire family are downstairs and matt really, really shouldn’t be in your bedroom right now.
looking down at him makes you immediately wish you hadn’t, because somehow that only makes everything worse. his silver chain hanging loosely around his neck, the tattoos scattered across his arm on display like this for your eyes only, so so so stupidly in love with him that at times like this, it almost feels too much.
one of your hands is tangled lightly in matt’s hair while the other grips the pillow beside your face, giving you something else to grip onto for when you need it, your legs already locked around his head.
you bite down harder when his tongue drags flat and slow over your clit, hips instantly twitching at his touch. his fingers are already two deep inside of you, curling just right, and it feels so good you almost forget you’re supposed to be keeping quiet, another sound already nearly escaping from you before you manage to catch it. matt’s free hand pressing firmly over your belly, holding you still like he knows you’re about to lose it already.
“missed you.” he whispers against you, voice low and breath warm against your folds. “let me keep makin’ y’feel good, yeah?”
matt doesn’t stop. he just lets out another barely audible groan as he keeps working his fingers into you, slow and deep, pressing soft, gentle kisses to your clit between every stroke like he’s got all the time in the world. though, you both know very well that he absolutely does not.
you can feel yourself getting wetter and wetter, dripping down his fingers while he continues to fuck them into you, curling them just right with every pump as his tongue slides back between your puffy folds, slurping you up like he just can’t quite get enough of your taste. your thighs shake around his head as you tug harder at his hair without meaning to, trying so hard to stay quiet but it’s becoming almost near impossible.
“fuck, matt, g-gonna cum,” your voice breathless as you grab the pillow, biting down on it again to completely muffle yourself. “fuuuuck.”
“love seein’ you like this,” he murmurs, fastening the pace of his fingers, sucking down on your overly sensitive bud. “y’can cum f’me soon, pretty girl, but keep the noise down.”
in which. . . mean!frank (?) makes reader warm him up while watching a movie!
❕smut (p in v), cockwarming, reverse cowgirl, pet names
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frank had an arm wrapped around your waist from behind as you sat on his lap. both of you focused on the movie in your screen. well… you were trying.
“baby, try t’stay still and watch the movie.” frank said as his arm tightened around you when you wiggled.
his dick was snuggled deep inside of you and it wasn’t helping to focus on the tv. plus, you wanted him to move. this was all his idea because he got hard and you wanted to watch the movie. so, why not warm him up and watch the movie? but obviously is not working for any of you.
“god, can you-?” he cuts himself off when you shift on him and he grabs your hips, hard, to keep you still. “stop or you won’t be getting shit after the movie ends.” you pout big time. he thrusts up into you, still holding you down. just a warning.
“got it?” he presses, and you nod so fast, making your bottom lip bleed from biting it so much to keep from whining. “atta girl.” he kissed your temple. “now, stay still ‘n’ watch the movie, ‘kay?”
you could not keep still before like you said you would. after the movie ended, he lifted you up and you gasped. not because he was bringing you down on him again, but because he just lifted you off of him.
“what?” he teased, because he knew what was that gasp for. “you didn’t stay still, baby, i warned you.” well, who cares? you still wanted him and you knew he was going to give in. he was still hard anyway.
but well, un(fortunately), now you’re riding him and he’s not touching you. like he’s refusing to do so. just admiring your backside as you bounce on his dick over and over again, getting tired of no help.
“now that you can move you don’t wanna move?” he tskd as he shook his head, noticing your exhaustion. “aight, i’ll help ya.” his hands moved to your hips. “but don’t complain when you see the sun come up and we’re still doing this. hold on tight, pretty.”
a/n : it was supposed to be just frank but then i wrote it and noticed how mean he was being so… it’s mean!frank castle enjoy ig
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