ddba matt 🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤 hes built for office affair with the secretary. or fling with someone a bit younger than him. walking around in his apartment in his shirt which is oversized on you while he beats himself up mentally because he shouldn't be doing this but. oh well. you're a really good kisser and he's so hungry for it. apologetic about fucking you on his couch and not the bed and you just sweetly retort that you can wait to go again and then you guys can move to the bed and if he were a cartoon there'd be steam coming out if his ears because if he were younger he'd be half hard about now just hearing that.
tags: mouth inspection fetish based off this idea i wrote previously. suggestive but not explicitly nsfw. literal fingers in mouth. elements of dubcon. mean-ish matt & faux sympathy.
You indulge Matt because it’s pretty innocuous.
Matt’s thumb glides along your gums in a way that is sensual. A soft slow drag that moves back and forth. It makes you feel sleepy in his lap. Makes you comfortable despite having a few probing fingers in your mouth. Helps brush away the confusion that rises in you when they go deeper.
You try to talk but just end up gagging on his fingers. Matt relents, pulling them all out and wiping the spit that threatens to slide down your chin away, you wince at the sensation of drying spit.
“What are you doing?”
He hums, adjusts you where you’re sitting in his lap and exhales slowly. Then he leans in to directly speak in your ear, his voice low and grave. “I’m satiating a curiosity of mine. You’d love to help me, right?”
The unfair thing about Matt is that his voice is so agreeable. He speaks in a gentle, succinct tone that cuts through almost everything. So you relax in his hold and nod, opening your mouth for him again.
It’s not supposed to be erotic but it is. Think being in a psychosexual position with your dentist, maybe. There are fingers, coarse and tasting of flesh and sweat, in your mouth and touching against your gums. Along your teeth, dragging beneath the jagged and smooth ridges. It’s sensual, but it shouldn’t be. Not at all.
You chalk it up to the owner of the probing fingers being Matt. He’s still dressed up, neatly tailored suit on. But his jacket is off, and his sleeves are rolled up to the elbows. You see the hair on his arms and his analog watch. You even see the subtle movement of his muscles too. Guess it’s sexy if it’s Matt, oddly attractive if it’s him violating your mouth like this.
But spit is pooling in your mouth, and you can’t really swallow around Matt’s index and middle finger touching your inner molars so there’s no choice. Some of it slips past your mouth and you unintentionally whine.
“Oh,” Matt says softly. He coos at you, which makes your skin prickle. “Poor thing. Need a hand?”
Instinctually, you nod, but it seems that the bob of your head pushes his fingers in deeper. You gag, and tears form in your eyes when he doesn’t retrieve his fingers from where they dangerously sit from entering your throat.
Matt tutts at you, and you just whine because you can’t speak. Your face feels warm and you think that now is a good time to spring out of Matt’s lap but you don’t. Instead you direct your teary gaze toward him and his eyebrows knit together as he croons at you.
“You really need it, huh?” He wipes the spit that’s made its way down to your neck with his free hand, but doesn’t bother wiping your tears. “There,” he says, “I’ve cleaned your mess up. Stay put this time, okay? Wouldn’t want you to make a bigger mess of yourself.”
It’s unfair, because it's his fault. You talk disjointedly around his fingers, words and syllables crashing into each other as he works his fingers more. Choking when he presses down on your tongue.
“S’you,” you groan when he lifts them. “Your fault.
You’re supposed to retort something. Maybe about how he’s getting satisfaction from doing this. Sick satisfaction. But you don’t get the chance. You’ve roused his mean streak, the disciplinarian one.
Your tongue wriggles around like any bodily organ would, and Matt’s fingers find it with an easy pinch. Now unnaturally still in his grasp. The restless urge manifests itself in your body, so now you try to pull away, but ashamedly find little pinpricks of pleasure as you do. The more you squirm, the tighter Matt’s grip gets. The more you move, the more you recognize the arousal that’s suddenly built itself in your stomach.
“You’re blaming me, but I think you like it.” Matt’s tone commands your submission, so you still. It’s still soft but it’s gotten gruff. A touch more stern than it should be. “I think you like making a mess of yourself.”
You shake your head but he continues anyway. Your tongue held in between his fingers and the rest covered in your saliva. All slick and warm.
“You like drooling around my hand, don’t you?” He laughs airily. “It’s okay sweetheart, you don’t need to hide. I can tell that you like it. There’s nothing to be ashamed of.”
In the end, there’s nothing to do but let Matt have his way, to indulge him. So when the fingers on your tongue move up and down, you let him puppeteer you around. He makes you nod. You tear up again, but you nod nonetheless.
ddba matt 🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤 hes built for office affair with the secretary. or fling with someone a bit younger than him. walking around in his apartment in his shirt which is oversized on you while he beats himself up mentally because he shouldn't be doing this but. oh well. you're a really good kisser and he's so hungry for it. apologetic about fucking you on his couch and not the bed and you just sweetly retort that you can wait to go again and then you guys can move to the bed and if he were a cartoon there'd be steam coming out if his ears because if he were younger he'd be half hard about now just hearing that.
dd netflix matt: the vibes are a little offputting to have his fingers in your mouth in his apartment. he needs this a lot to just focus on something else. no agenda to humiliate you / see you cry a little. sweet and a bit embarassed about it. can't explain the appeal to himself yet but is glad you're letting him do this.
ddba matt: he's doing this for the love of the game. likes to joke that you can take him because you've had other quote-on-quote things in your mouth. laughs and condescends you when his fingers are a little too far down your mouth. coos when you gag. needs an outlet to be mean in a controlled environment so he won't spazz out.
anyone ever think about matt knowing you're so close to cumming but just stopping. he can sense it and he just pulls his hand away or pulls out. laughs a little when you complain. hears your murmured pleas through the moaning.
the funniest thing about dex is that actually, he's as big as matt, but somehow out of the suit he shrinks into himself. like awwwwwwwww and then i suddenly remember what he's capable of
stalking fantasy, pretty much noncon but nothing happens between reader & dex.
something so tickling about the concept. he's just watching and for most of it, it's kinda innocent. he's just really looking at you. knows your commute by heart now, and the little routine you have before leaving home. he's just observing, tucking away information about you because he likes you so much.
and then. well, he sees everything. at some point the most normal things get erotic for dex. he made a promise before to JUST watch but your window is open this one time. so he climbs in and fiddles around. looks inside your fridge, in your closet. looks at what soap and shampoo you use.
lays down in your bed. he's in nicer clothes this time, clean. he knows you hate getting into bed dirty. and he just lays there for a bit. his mind is quiet but then his mind drifts. thinks about you walking in on him. and the scowling kittenish expression on your face. god you wouldn't be able to do anything. then he gets hard.
he gets up, because he has some restraint. and knows that you'll be home in 30 minutes. he watches you go about your routine, stays long enough to watch you lie down before he totally slips away.
it's a bit too early for anything, but he'll have more time next time. next time he'll have you. properly and he won't need to climb into your window to come in. dex is sure of this, he just needs to get you on board.
dex wanting to treat you delicately but the thing is he knows you can take it. like you can handle him and you want it all. so he just lets loose. does the crazy stuff, sometimes you have a gun to your head and instead of fearing for your safety you just surrender it all up to dex.
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