Matt definitely has pictures in his camera roll with his pants and waistband sitting way too low, just barely showing the start of his V-line and his hips... and the fact that WE'RE NEVER GONNA SEE THEM makes me wanna kms
when he kisses your puffy pussy so sweetly and says a little breathlessly “my poor baby” as if he wasn’t the one absolutely pounding you into the next week
cw: ima be real this is just 725 words about matt the munch. uhhh overstim? reader pushes matt away once but she doesn’t actually want him to stop. chris walks in at one point, but he doesn’t see anything and just walks right back out lol. lemme know if i missed anything!
lowercase intentional, this isn’t proof read!
“don’t you ever get bored of this? i mean seriously honey my legs are aching, i dunno how your jaw isn’t.”
it’s a typical tuesday afternoon for you and matt, and by that i mean he has been between your legs for the past hour and a half, eating you out like his life depends on it.
matt shakes his head at your question, only popping his head up long enough to say, “never,” before he’s right back at it. his lips close around your clit, sucking on it harshly. you moan, head falling back against the pillow as your hand reaches down to tug on his hair.
your hips shift slightly as you spread your legs wider, scooting further down on the bed and making yourself comfortable. you’re gonna be here a while.
matt had been giving you looks all night, cutting his eyes at you from across the table at the restaurant, huffing when you give nick your attention instead of him. but you weren’t sure what the cause was for his attitude, considering the very soft after-nap-sex you two had before coming here. he should’ve been satisfied enough to hold him off till after supper.
but when you stood up to walk to the restroom, he hopped up too, right on your tail the whole way there. once the door closed you didn’t even get to question matt before he was turning you around, bending you over the sink counter.
“matt!”
the brunette simply hummed in response, getting on his knees behind you and yanking your panties down, lifting your skirt and immediately diving in. you moaned, your head falling forward and almost bumping the mirror in front of you.
you grunted, “baby, someone could walk in. stop it.” your hand reached back till you felt the top of matt’s head, pushing him away with such little force, you knew he wasn’t buying it. the man just scoffed in response, his hands tightening around your hips.
before you knew it you were gasping, thighs shaking around matt’s head as your orgasm washed over you. matt continued licking at you, until you pushed his head again, putting some strength behind it this time. he whined but pulled away, tucking your panties into his pocket as he pulled your skirt back down.
matt turned you around, wiping his face clean before leaning in to kiss you. “sorry,” he mumbles, “coulda asked, i know. just needed it.” you simply hummed in response, knowing you’d never deny him.
honestly, it was a wonder matt got anything done lately. like right now, you were in bed with your laptop resting on your belly, typing out a report. whereas matt was underneath the blanket, head tucked between your thighs again. he wasn’t as overeager about it this time, instead he was giving slow soft licks to your cunt. every once in a while he’d suck on your soft bud, pressing a gentle kiss to your folds before licking through them again.
you felt matt’s head rest against your thigh, his arms coming up to wrap around your waist, as he stopped his licking. instead his focus was on your clit, slowly sucking on the button as if it were a pacifier. you hummed, opening your mouth as if to speak, when the bedroom door suddenly opened.
“oh, hey,” chris spoke, peaking his head in, “where’s matt?”
you hesitated, knowing any lie you tried to come up with wouldn’t pass by his nosy little brother. “uhm,” you mumbled, “under the blanket?”
chris’ brows furrowed, his head tilting like a puppy, before his eyes drifted downward catching the outline of matt’s figure beneath the blanket. chris groaned, his hands flying up and dragging down his face.
“you two are so obnoxious i swear, tell matt that foods here whenever he’s done.”
your face was bright red as you nodded, telling chris that you’d let him know. when the door clicked shut your head fell back against the bed frame, embarrassment washing over you. “seriously matt,” you grunted, lifting the blanket up to fuss at the man who’d remained silent during the whole ordeal.
only to find that matt had fallen asleep, head tucked against your thigh, arms wrapped around your waist, his mouth still nursing your clit. you sighed, mumbling to yourself as you pulled the blanket back over him.
“gonna have to buy you a fucking pacifier.”
this is dedicated to @bendmeoverchris and @favblond1e19 who asked for it underneath a little thought i posted a while back!
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