if this is all we get, then lets take it.
i want to be fearless and free.
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ⶠïč galinda upland in real life ââ pink and frillies. somewhere out there, rewatching rapunzel and the little mermaid for a 405 time. chronically online femme princess with a little crush on matt sturniolo. summer child, that has an iced latte obsession. adult with a big heart, bows in her hair and a thing for women đ àŹ
professor!matt . . . in which, matthew sturniolo is a new history teacher, user trying to impress desperately.
on and off with matt . . . in which, matt is emotionally unavailable and can't be in a romantic relationship with user, but at the same can't leave her, always coming back.
student!reader being late for professor!matt class
contains: riding matt's thigh, petnames (sweet girl, sweetheart, pretty girl), softdom!matt. lmk if i forgot something.
㠀㠀㠀fuck fuck fuck fuck
your head swirl with thoughts of being late for the flass. not for a random one, but for mr. sturniolo class. that one professor, who has a damn chokehold on you and he knows damn well about it. does he take advantage of it just for his entertainment? sure. he always does.
and when you barge into the room, cheeks flushed and an apologetic expression written on your face, you mumble a quiet 'sorry' while taking a seat. and he watches you, like a hawk stalking it's prey. his gaze cold, but there's something in it you can't name yet. and this is when you knowâyou have to stay after the class. like usual.
the lection is boring, you barely pay attention to what he's saying. but the one thing you always notice is how he looks at you, how his gaze lands on you every time matt raises his head as if to say something to students.
the bell rings loudly, a sign for everyone to gather their belongings and leave the classroom. it's finally empty now, only with you and matt in it. you stand next to your desk as if pretending to take too long to put your textbook back in the back, but in reality you just wait to be finally alone with him.
a sound of the door locking catches your attention and your head raises quickly, staring at his broad form leaning against the wall next to the door, keeping it locked. a smirk forms on his face, matt stares at you as if seeing right through you.
with quick strides across the room, he's already standing next to you, sizing you up and admiring your outfit of the day.
"so," his voice hoarse, his gaze piercings and firm, but there's a hint of mockery in his tone, "what's your excuse for today, hm? y'know, i hate when my students are late"
the man folds his arms, clearly waiting for a response from you. it's amusing to him, watching you being late every thursday.
"i got stuck in the trafficâ," you're trying to excuse yourself, really trying, but he only cuts you off with a scoff, causing your eyebrow raise in almost offended manner.
"no, sweetheart, you didn't," he says, his voice casual, but a hint of something dark in his eyes and you know this look all too wellâyou're trouble. big trouble. that one that would probably make you get on your knees beside him andâ
but he continues talking to you, snapping you out of your thoughts with his fingers, "focus on me when i talk".
a with that voice? that one, usually firm, cold and hoarse one? you're a goner.
"matt, look, i'm really sorryâ," but you suddenly stop speaking, realizing that his name just slipped past your lips. eyes widen suddenly, looking up at him. there's one rule that matt set between you and him to keep everything 'under control'. you can't call him by his first name, not at work.
"not only you being late, but also a brat huh?" he asks, but he knows you won't answer. you never do. the man makes his way to his desk, getting comfortable in his chair. he pats his thigh and with a movement of his two fingers, gesturing for you to come over and take a seat.
and you? you obey. not a single word leaves your lips as you approach him and sits slowly on one of his thighs, body facing his. matt's hand quickly makes it's way to your hip, squeezing the skin through the fabric of your skirt, the motion sends shivers down your spine.
his other hand tucks a loose strand of hair behind your ear, the gesture is sickeningly sweet, but you know what it holds underneath. his thumb draws circles on your hip, a little smirk pulls at the corner of your lips.
"so, tell me, pretty girl," he admires you on his lap, just where you always belonged, "you know what am i about to make you do?"
and he knows that you know. you can tell just by the look on his face, this damn charming smile. with a little nod of your head, you start to grind against his thigh slowly. but the brunette stops you, gripping your hips tightly and tsking in mockery.
"noâ no, no, sweet girl," he chids, shaking his head in faux frustration, "you gotta use your words, remember? no actions beforehand"
and a soft, needy whine escapes your lips while you look at him with pleading expression. you hate using your words, telling him where you're wrong and he's right, telling him when you need him.
but you have to suck it up. otherwise, he won't give you what you want. and you want? him, exactly.
"you're about to make meâ," you start, voice quiever a bit, but you're doing your best to sound calm, "to make me get off on your thigh"
and he can't hide a hint of desire in his eyes, the fire in them. matt likes when you're like thisâso pliant, malleable in his arms. it's his favorite sight, that's for sure.
"go on then, pretty girl," he encourages you, shooting a glare to the closed door, making sure they're alone, "but make sure to be quiet, yeah? don't wanna get caught, do we?"
and as if under his spell, you move your hips. your clothed clit makes contact with the rough fabric of his trousers, causing you to let out a shaky sigh, but nothing more than that. matt grips your hips tightly, encouraging you with his words and helping you to move against him.
"can we get rid off of those annoying panties, pretty?" he whispers into your ear, already knowing the answer. his breathing hot against your skin, your head is already spinning as you nod frantically, needing more friction down there.
legs raising slightly when you slid down the lacy pair of pink panties, now your core makes contact with his pants and when matt presses you down on his thighs, you can't help it, but roll your eyes, drowning in the sensations.
your grinding against his thighs only increases, covering the fabric of his trousers with your wetness, but not matt nor you don't seem to care about it in the moment.  the man whispers praises in your ear, one of his hand guides you on his lap while the other one tangled in your hair, playing with strands and tugging on them occasionally.
"gonna make a mess on my pants, dont you, sweetheart?" he taunts, lightly bouncing his knee to increase the sensations between your legs and making you let out a quiet whine. the man smiles, studying at your expression, how needy you look in that moment.
but you know better, than to finish without a permission. your hands grip his shoulders tightly, matt swears that your nails dig into his skin even through his shirt, leaving moon-shaped marks.
"please," a soft plea leaves your lips, you look up at the brunette, gaze hazed as you keep grinding against him, desperately seeking pleasure, "mr. sturniolo, please"
every time you call him by his last name in moments like this, he feels the power he holds over you and it boosts his ego pretty well. the man only increased the bouncing of his leg, smirk never falters from his face.
matt brings your face closer to his, whispering right against your lips, "you can finish, sweet girl. you did great today f'me"
a/n: not proofread sorry im a sucker for professor!matt
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contains: smut, p in v, unprotected sex (not recommended), slightly sub!matt
who would've thought that this adorable nerdy guy can be that needy? no one. only you.
you love playing with strands of his fluffy curly hair, you love snatching his glasses because 'baby, you look better with contacts' and every time get an annoyed huff in response.
but more than this you love when it's only you and him, in his bedroom, trying to study. which always leads to you, straddling his lap and telling him to relax because you can do everything by yourself.
matt usually stares at you with his blue iris and you can see desire in them mixed with embarrassment. his hands on your hips when you grind against his growing bulge, causing the brunette to let out a sharp exhale and close his eyes shut.
it doesn't take long to get rid of his clothes, his grey sweatpants already somewhere on the floor with his boxers and your panties. you're already dripping wet just from the sight of matt, laying on his bed, his cheeks flushed and he stares at you as if you're the most precious thing in the world. because you are.
but only in a second, a muffled groan escapes his lips and his hold on your hips only tightens as you start moving against him, not fully taking him in yet, just teasing.
"stopâ," he tries to speak, but his voice betrays him and trembles, "don't tease". the tone of matt's voice almost pleading, he manages to open his eyes and look at you on top of him. his hair tousled, glasses somewhere on the pillows and he can hardly focus on your face.
but when the tip of his cock makes it's way in your entrance, he swears, he can barely holds himself from cumming right there like a pathetic virgin, because every time with you feels like first.
you adjusts to his size, matt isn't thick, but is long enough for you to feel everything. and this is when you start to bounce on top of your beloved boyfriend, soft moans escape your parted lips every time his tip makes contact with your g-spot.
matt's fingertips digging into your skin and you know there's gonna be marks in the morning, but neither you or him care about this. the brunette guides you on top of him, so you can feel him deeper.
"m'not sure i can hold for s'long," he speaks through his gritted teeth, breathing ragged.and you know you're not gonna last for so long as well. with sharp, stuttered movements of your hips, your orgasm crashes over you like a tidal wave and you reach it with matt's name on your lips.
the sight of you, completely fucked up, rose cheeks and eyes rolled in pleasure, is enough for matt to cum as well. he doesn't even bother to pull out, too busy with how good you feel wrapped around his dick, so the brunette finishes inside you, filling you up with a guttural moan.
you collapse on top of him, feeling how his seed is now leaking from your entrance, a dumb chuckle escapes your lips and you lean closer to place a soft kiss on the tip of his nose.
"do you think einstein is proud of us for learning about friction force?" is the first thing that escapes your mouth. and matt can't help, but chuckles in amusement, "baby, john theophile desaguliers was the first to realize the role of adhesion in friction"
a/n: not proofread !!! also eng isnt my first language <3 hope yall enjoyed!!
summary: batman!matt thinks you're even more precious than his batmobile
contains: smut
the batmobile was something so precious to matt, heâd never let anything happen to his beautiful batcar. he never let blood touch his leather seats. he kept everything sleek and clean.
you were only saying bye before he went on another patrol, wanting to give him a goodluck kiss and somehow it turned into more.
he had opened the door and pulled you onto his lap, your pants and panties on the car floor as he bounced you on him. his hands gripped onto your hips, his lips attached to just below your ear, leaving a prominent mark.
âyou're sâ good for me baby,â his voice was rough. he pulled away from your neck, taking a moment to look at you, your hands clutching onto his shoulders through his suit, your breasts bouncing.
one of his hands left your hips, sliding down in between your legs and finding your clit with ease, he rubbed small tight circles, âcome on baby, know you're almost there pretty.â
you convulsed around him, coming not even 2 seconds later with a loud cry of his name. the sight of you coming undone made matt groan, his own eyes threatening to roll back as he shot his load into your spasming walls, milking him completely dry.
god, you were the prettiest thing he ever seen, even more precious than his batmobile.
summary: vampire!chris let himself get too hungry...
contains: smut, dom!chris, blood kink? kinda
chris had never been more hungry in his life. he had his fair share of almost hungry. but he was downright starving. his brother nick had told him over and over again don't let it get bad- or you won't be able to control what it makes you do. he should've listened to him.
and now here he was, feasting on you like you were his last meal while he thrusted in and out of you. your wines and gasps- struggling to keep in your tears as he sucked and drank your blood for all you were worth only spurred him on.
he wish he could stop. but your sweet delicious blood was just too addicting and you had just offered yourself on a silver platter to him. how could he turn you down?
and now look, you were getting what you wanted, his tip kissing your cervix making you keen, hitting every spot you didn't know was there. your cunt was basically sobbing all over his dick.
it was just too much, âshh maâ-â he muttered against your neck, âmâ giving you what my girl needs.â he groaned, his voice sending vibrations all through your skin. you cries only grew louder, your eyes rolling back as he pushed you off another edge, your 4th orgasam for the night. it made your legs shake and squirm.
he finally pulled away from your neck your red blood staining his fangs and dripping down his chin as he looked down at you. âmy pretty girlâŠâ he muttered, his lips crashing down on yours. you kissed him back, the metallic taste of your own blood filling your own mouth.
when he pulled away he pulled out of you, maneuvering you so you were on your hands and knees before entering you from behind. his hand gripped your loose hair into a ponytail, pulling your head back and baring your neck for him. he sank his fangs into the other side of your neck, a shudder running through you. it was clear you weren't leaving this bed till he got his fill of you.
you loved when your vampire boyfriend got hungry.
A/N: idk why i'm writing sm filth lately... something has possessed me
summary: sweetheart!reader has had a crush on olderbrothersbestfriend!chris practically since him and her older brother met. one day he comes over to hang out with her brother, and he realizes sheâs not the girl heâs been seeing as a little sister anymore. (lowkey based off this bot by @mattscoquette)
warnings: SMUT!! (fear of getting caught, fingering, oral [female receiving], unprotected p in v [donât do this]), cursing (if you care), TENSIONNN, sorry if this is long, yeahyeyws u get it
you were obsessed.
obsessed with your older brotherâs best friend, chris sturniolo. his name made you wanna giggle and skip around like a kid or something. his beautiful brown hair and blue eyes had you hooked long before any of the girls his age did.
some of your earliest memories were trying to play with your older brother when chris was over, just so you could spend more time with chris. given that happening so often, chris grew attached to you, but it was more of âi see you as a little sisterâ attachment. heâd always hug you, heâd stand up for you when the people in your grade were being mean, he was there for you. you saw it as something that could possibly be talked about at your wedding one day, he saw it as âlooking out for my best friends younger sister.â
one day, in the middle of summer before junior year, you were chilling in your room after a long day at the pool with your friends. you were sunburnt, tired, but happy nonetheless. you hear the doorbell ring, and then you remember.
chris and your brother had plans to hang out today.
you shoot up from your bed and run downstairs to the entry way. you forcefully grab into the door handle, swing it open, and youâre met with chrisâs handsome face. he smiles and takes a step in.
âhey, y/nnnn..â he says in the silly little sing songy voice that makes you want to melt. you giggle nervously and take a step back so he can actually walk in the house. he looks you up and down, his gaze traveling all over your body shamelessly.
oh. you donât remember him looking at you like that.
âum⊠hey, chrisâŠâ you manage to squeak out nervously and give him a smile, acting like the way he looked at you didnât make you feel like you were practically naked. he grins and tilts his head and takes a step closer. the energy between you to was way different. he hadnât made a lighthearted jab about how messy your chlorine dipped hair was, or how you were obviously wearing one of your brothers shirts, or anything. he was looking at you like he⊠wanted you, or somethingâŠ
âyou didnât tell me youâve gotten so pretty.â he says bluntly, but with a teasing hint to his voice that makes you almost collapse. he sighs, slipping off his shoes and carelessly throwing them into the closet. he flashes you another one of those oh-so-attractive grins, looking you up and down again like some kind of meal before walking upstairs to your brothers room.
holy fuck.
the rest of the evening, you were in a daze. did you finally get what you wanted? what you wanted being, well, obviously, chrisâs attention? you were sure of it. who looks at someone like that in an innocent way?
that night, after getting ready for bed, you stare at the tv mindlessly. you were supposed to be just watching some TV while you were drifting off to sleep, but you couldnât shake the way chrisâs gaze made you feel. it made your chest and lower stomach tighten, it made your face red, it made you brainless.
just when you were starting to calm down, you hear a knock at your door. you assume itâs your mom telling you goodnight, so you let out a soft âitâs open!â and keep your eyes glued on the tv. you hear the door click open and creak as someone steps in, and you look over, and sit up.
chris.
âheyyyy, pretty girl.â he coos and sighs as his hands that youâve stared at for a little too long close the door behind him, looking at you for a long, agonizing second before locking it as well. âwatchu doinâ in here?â
âoh⊠iâm uh, just watching tv.â you let out breathlessly, and he kisses his teeth and nods. âum- why are you in here?â you cautiously ask, and he shrugs and walks over to your bed, sitting down at the edge, looking you up and down again. he couldnât help it.
âohh, yâknow⊠your brotherâs already asleep, iâm obviously not, your light was on, and so i just figured i should come check up on my favorite girl.â he grins, and you feel your cheeks burn. favorite girl..?
âreallyâŠ?â
âmhm.â he hums softly, looking you up and down again, his gaze slowly traveling over your body, before making his way back to your face.
âwhy do you keep doing that?â you meekly ask, and chris giggles and raises one of his eyebrows at you.
âdoing what, baby?â
âi dunno- youâre just⊠you keep lookinâ at me all weirdâŠâ you mumble, nervously running your fingers through your hair that was still damp from your shower. he grins and leans forward towards you, making you feel like youâre dizzy.
âlookinâ atcha weird? haha..â he lets out a little giggle, tilting his head. âcan i not think youâre pretty, sweetheart?â he mutters teasingly, and you try to take a deep breath, and you stare at him in the eyes, because looking at anything else about him would make you fold. âiâve always thought you were pretty, but like, in a cute way, but lately..? damnâŠâ he sighs out, and he moves so heâs sitting next to you in your bed. âso watcha watchin, baby?â
you stare at him with wide eyes for a second before you look back at the tv. âoh.. just um.. to all the boys iâve loved before.â you shrug, looking over at him, a grin on his handsome face, his lean but conspicuously strong arms that were exposed from his tank top crossed over his chest, sitting in your bed. sitting in your bed.
âooh, what a cute movie name.â he giggles and leans back against the headboard and crosses his ankles, clearly making himself comfortable. you cross your legs too, but for a different reason. âso.. you gonna tell me why youâre so pretty now?â he teases, his tone playful, but itâs obvious he was serious as well. you gulp, looking back at the tv; you try your best to avoid eye contact, even looking at him, for that matter. it made you nervous. or whatever the name of the feeling was that made you wanna jump onto him.
âum⊠i dunno⊠i- i mean, iâve always looked like this.â you mumble, and you feel his hand on your thigh. you try your best to fight back a pathetic whine and you look over at him.
âi mean i guess, but uh⊠baby, we both know that youâve gotten like, super hot.â he laughs a little, leaning closer. âas much as i try to like, not think about it, i just⊠i canât help it, sweetheart.â he mumbles, looking down at your lips. you nervously look away, biting your nails. chris scoffs, grabbing your jaw and forcefully but gently pulling your face back to where youâre looking him in the eyes. he smirks slowly and pulls your face closer and tilts his head. ânuh uh, baby.. donât do that⊠i wanna see your pretty face when i kiss ya.â he says softly, before leaning in and passionately crashing his lips against yours.
you let out a soft whimper and move your hands to his hair. this was everything youâve ever wanted. his slender fingers dig into your skin as he grabs your waist and pulls you up against him, moving one of his knees in between your legs as his lips move against yours in a way you thought youâd only feel in your dreams.
he rolls over on top of you and moves his hands under your shirt; his fingers run over your torso, leaving a tingly feeling in their path. you whine against his mouth, and he grins and pulls away. âdamn, baby, youâre already so desperate and iâve barely even touched youâŠâ he giggles to himself, starting to leave kisses and little hickeys down your neck.
you were overwhelmed, but in the best way possible. you let out soft moans and tighten your hands in his hair when he kisses the all the right places, and you feel his hands move to the waistband of your shorts. âmmâŠâ he hums and pulls away for a quick second. âis this okay, sweetheart?â he says softly and you nod eagerly.
âye- fuck- yeah, itâs okay-â your words fall out of your mouth, and he wraps an arm around your waist and holds you against him.
âyeahhh⊠i knew youâd be okay with itâŠâ he mumbles against your neck and slips a hand underneath your sleep shorts. he gasps with faux shock and giggles against your neck, the vibrations making you moan softly. âoh, babyyyy.. you didnât wear any panties?? oh, you knew this was happening, didnât you?â he says in a low, teasing voice and kisses your jawline and you let out a sigh, not even being able to respond.
you gasp softly when his middle finger makes contact with your clit, and he pulls away and looks at you as he slowly starts moving it. âmm.. yeah, feels good doesnât it, sweetheart?â he coos softly and adds his ring finger. you nod and whimper as he leans up to kiss you so your moans are muffled. he pulls away for a quick second and whispers âdonât want anyone to hear me makinâ yâfeel good, now do you?â you moan softly as you shake your head. he grins, his long fingers easing into you and he gasps softly at the feeling.
âfuckkkk⊠shit- youâre so wet⊠you were waiting for this huh?â he coos softly and you nod sheepishly, one of your hands flying up to your mouth to muffle your moans. his fingers move at a quick pace, curling and moving in and out of you at a pace that makes you squirm; your hips bucking up with every movement.
it doesnât take you long to reach your climax, your supposed to be loud curses and moans of his name muffled by the palm of your hand. he pulls his fingers out of your pussy and brings them up to his mouth and licks them clean. the sight making you desperate all over again. he grins, his pupils blown wide before he yanks off your shorts and moves down so his face is in between your thighs.
he kisses your thighs softly, looking up at you in the same way that got you into this situation. you whine softly as his arms hook under your thighs and rests them on his shoulders. this didnât feel real. you were convinced youâd wake up from this and heâd be down the hall instead of between your thighs.
but you were snapped back to your senses when his lips make contact with your clit, and you gasp softly and cover your mouth again. he starts sloppily licking you, like he was desperate. like you were the first meal heâs had in weeks. it felt so good; all you could do was sit there and whimper and mewl behind your hand pathetically.
you arch your back off the bed, your other hand moving to his brown locks and pulling at it. he moans against you, his tongue going faster and more desperate against your pussy. you were on the edge again, and at this rate, you felt like he wasnât anywhere near being done.
you reach your climax again, and chris pulls away and quickly starts untying the drawstring to his sweatpants. âneeda fuck you now, princess- shit-â he chuckles breathlessly, pulling down his sweatpants and his boxers. âthis okay, baby..?â he asks softly, and you nod eagerly. you could barely respond. you just whimper as you watch him spread your thighs apart wider for him. he slowly eases his dick into you, burying his face in your neck and letting out a muffled moan.
he slowly starts moving, and you gasp softly. holy shit. you felt amazing. and itâs clear he did too, the way he was hovering over you. his eyebrows were pinched together, his jaw was slack, his eyes were shut, and his cheeks were flushed. âholy shit, baby, you feel so fucking good-â he whispers, increasing his pace slightly. you moan softly and one of the hands that was holding himself up moves to cover your mouth.
it was so hot.
âshh, baby⊠be quiet, mkay?â he coos softly and then bites his lip so he doesnât moan again, your legs and arms wrapping around him making it feel a little too real for him. âmmmghh⊠shiiit, babyy⊠already makinâ me close-â he groans, and you moan softly in response and grab at his hair.
after a while of him rolling his hips into you, making you see stars, you finally cum again, which makes him moan and pull out and release on your stomach. he sighs and grabs a shirt off the side of your bed and wipes it off, and he sighs and collapses on top of you.
he props himself up on his elbows, looking down at you and smiling softly as he pants.
âmm.. youâre so pretty, babyâŠâ
a/n: AUAGGHHHHHHGG this took me a million years but FUCCCKXKKKKKKKKKKKKLL lmk if yall liked this and if i should make this a seriesâŠâŠâŠ. i kinda hate thisissss but okatyyâŠ
summary: batman!matt get hits with something and needs your help
contains: fluff, a bit suggestive and a little sprinkle of smut. but only if you squint really hard, kinda subby matt?
it started with a fluffy pink flower, one matt as never seen before. suddenly it exploded in his face, making him cough and choke on the dust before getting up and continuing the fight he was in.
now he was back in sturniolo manor, in his batcave.
matt winced, jerking back as you ran the cotton ball with alcohol over his open cut across the arch of his eyebrow, a hiss leaving his lips at the sting.
âyou have to stay still matt.â you huffed.
it was like your boyfriend to come back from a fight bruised and battered, all cut up. normal even. he was the city's savior afterall. the one and only batman.
but you knew something happened, something he just wouldn't tell you.
âheard poison ivy was out and about.â you said, discarding the bloody cotton ball and picking up the butterfly band aid.
âmm, yeah?â matt sounded distant and mumbled, he was listening just not well, and it wasn't until you saw his dilated pupils and slightly parted lips- blue eyes glued to your lips that you knew why.
ânot now.â you said sternly, sticking the butterfly band aid in its rightful place. you could've sworn you saw a frown on his lips at the blunt rejection.
âwhy not?â his voice was in a whispery whine, he was desperate for you. his hands coming up to hold onto your hips and keep you placed right in between his legs.
âyou're all bruised up matt.â
âdon't care sweetheart,â he leaned in slowly, lips attaching to your jaw, spreading hot needy kisses, âwant you.â he panted against your skin. his kissed ventured lower, to the base of your neck down to the bit of skin revealed by your shirt. he hummed against your skin, ânew perfume?â his voice sent vibrations through you, making your breath hitch slightly.
ânope.â you said, puzzled slightly, âjust my body wash.â
matt didn't answer, instead, pulling away from your neck and attached his lips to yours frenziedly. you melted into the kiss easily, your hands cradling his face, his skin was hot like he had a fever. you nearly winced at how hot he was, pulling away quickly, âyou're burning up!â you rasped out only for you to be cut off, his lips back on yours like he needed you to breathe.
he was needy, bringing you closer by your hips as he groaned against your mouth, his eyes closing shut. âtastes sâ sweet.â he mumbled against your lips.
the grip he had on your hips grew tighter as he got up from the chair he was sitting on, completely maneuvering you around till your back was flushed with the center table.
when you both finally pulled away for air, lungs burning and lips swollen, his eyes locked on yours. he looked hungry- like he was starving for you. his breath uneven.
one of his hands left your hips, fingers trailing under your shirt and to the waistband of your pants, âivy hit me with something.â his voice was rough, raspy.
oh. it finally clicked in your head, and you nodded at his silent question. matt practically let out a cry of relief, his lips attaching right back to your neck, leaving wet hot kisses as his hands slipped down your pants and panties, finding you already wet and ready.
it was definitely safe to say, you liked your vigilante boyfriend a needy mess sometimes.
