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why does this acc not look bad at all like
hello wonderful author can you write a fic about sub matt on a trip to Victoria's secret w the reader 😌🙏 i beg of you
ooo ofc maybe i could make it employee!matt
fwb!matt x partygirl!reader text’s pt 7
more of this au here
a/n : this is so underwhelming sorry. if there are any mistakes ignore them i was sleepy. english is not my first language. not proofread. i will start using my tag list again soon promise.
needy & sleepy sub!chris jerking off otp with you
there is a certain amount of thickness in the air as you’re sprawled on your bed with your phone laying flat on your chest, the microphone pointing towards your mouth.
chris has been away for work for quite a while now, you wonder how he does it, stay away so much and put all his heart to his work. you admire that about him even though you both don’t like staying away from each other for long.
the call stands still, thats what happens every few minutes. chris’s soft sighs and breaths are all that you can hear from the other line. he misses you, misses you too much.
so much that his throat is caught up. no goofy voices, no whistling, no accents. its all just caught up.
“baby” he whispers. his voice gravelly in conform to the time of the night. you can hear the way his lips move against the pillow that he is laying face down on.
“mhm” is all you reply, hearing him let out a muffled groan.
“baby…” he’s whining now, voice still low and whispery.
“chris?” you whisper back and you heard it, the way he sucks in his breath immediately to the sound of your lowered voice.
“baby…” he calls out in a whisper again, just to hear you do it. say his name. that is all.
“chris..” you know what you’re doing, you know what he wants.
“keep saying it” he almost orders you to.
“chris..” you whisper against the microphone, breathing out.
chris was down bad. the way your voice sounded, the way his name sounded out of your mouth. that was enough to get him going.
“ma..” chris’s body is now pressed down on the mattress, subconsciously seeking friction.
“my baby..you miss me?” your voice lowering with each word and chris’s breathing growing heavier.
“so..so much” chris presses his eyes shut before rubbing against the mattress once more, choking up on a moan.
“yeah? how much?”
“i..i miss your face..miss your pretty, pretty face..” chris could cry, but he kept his eyes shut. imagining your face.
“miss your body..” he continued, imagining you right there with him, on him, under him, all over him. he sucks his breath in harder, giving into the urge calling onto him.
“we’ll see each other soon yeah?”
“but i wanna be with you now, need you now” chris’s loud whine comes out muffled towards the end of his sentence when he puts his face directly into the pillow, his body still pressing down on the mattress.
“i miss you too chris” you spoke, now silently listening to him breathe loudly into the phone.
“chris?”
“keep talking..please” you hear slight hitch in his voice along with the sound of the bedsheets shuffling.
“yeah? what do you want me to talk about ?” you tease.
“just..jus’whatever..please”
“aw my poor baby..”
“ma..please”
“whats the first thing you’re gonna do when we see each other again?” you ask
“i wanna kiss you..kiss ya all over..i wanna touch you..i miss touching you..” chris answers in a heartbeat.
“are you face down on the bed chrissy?” you ask
“yeah..yes i am” chris starts slowly grinding on the bed, listening to you question him.
“why don’t you turn around”
“okay” chris picks his phone up from the pillow from next to his head and turns around, now laying it down on his chest. he notices the wet patch on his sweats over the bulge thats screaming to free out of them.
“need you..miss you..s’bad” he whispers, hand on his covered cock now.
“hand in your pants yet?” you ask
“mh..no..can i?”
“go ahead baby, remove them”
chris shuffles out of his sweats, pulling his underwear down just enough to let his cock spring onto his stomach, tip leaky and aching.
“be a good boy and touch yourself f’me, yeah?”
chris doesn’t even respond, the loud and wet noises along with the involuntary sounds leaving his mouth the very next second gave you the answer.
“wish it was your hand..i..” chris chokes up on a moan, while you bite your lip on the other end of the call.
“oh fuck..ma..” chris indicated you to speak.
“what? is my baby close already?”
chris let out a loud whimper that gave you your answer yet again.
“can’t..”
“c’mon chris you can do better” you heard how the wet noises got louder and hastier, how he was trying so hard to savour it but couldn’t.
“ma..m’so..i can’t” you hear the bed creaking between sounds that were created by chris’s mouth, he always gets tossy and turny. probably thrusting the air right now.
which he was. his torso rising up but his head still on the pillow, eyes shut and a deep frown on his face, fucking his hand and picturing its you on top of him.
“oh my god..fuck ma m’gonna—” a faint screech was let out by him but he was quick to bite his lips and stop it from becoming a problem for the rest of the guests staying on that floor.
chris gives his cock the last few deep and fast strokes before painting his stomach in cum with a groan that had his throat paining later.
you give him a few seconds to recover from the orgasm, hearing him sigh and catch his breath.
“you done?”
“what do you think?”
a/n: draft from last june. a tough one to write idk why. anyways. not proofread. english is not my first language. gonna nap.
they only got joke books
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fwb!matt x partygirl!reader
read these texts before. more of this au here.
“could he fuck you like this? huh? fuck you dumb like i do?” matt’s strained voice echoed through the dim lit room, his hands clamped on your sides holding you down on the slick bed that’s been flooded with bodily fluids quite a few times now.
the side of your face pressed down on the pillow, drool seeping through the cover as you tried to open your eyes and shake your head in response.
a small smirk of satisfaction spreads on matt’s lips, taking the sight of his dick plunging roughly in and out of your wet, tired, pussy.
“that’s right, say it” matt’s gritted teeth graze your earlobe sending shivers down your spine and making your back arch into him.
a sinful groan leaves matt’s mouth feeling your sloppy walls take him in.
his head falling back and his thrusts slow down, savouring the feeling.
“fuck m-matt..” you lift your damp face up from the pillow, his hand coming to pressing it down again.
a loud yet muffled moan leaves your mouth as the intensity of his thrusts increase yet again, his hips digging into yours— each one creating sounds so sinful and pornographic.
matt’s muscle tense up feeling your gummy walls clench around him for the third time.
your legs shake vigorously on either side of his, one of his hands slides down to grip your thighs to keep you stable.
“that’s right ma, say my name” his body moves faster now, leaning back and watching his cock go in and out you, his huge hands coming to take a grip of your ass, watching your skin turn red under his palms.
when matt walked into your apartment today with a small frown you didn’t think much of it.
until he told you to get onto the bed.
its unlike him to get mad over you seeing a guy, or anything of the sort. so when you were posted up with someone else at a party, you didn’t think much or anything of it.
until well, matt started fucking you like he wanted your guts rearranged.
“gon’ cum inside ma, fill you up so good, like always” matts’ shaky voice aligns with his last but very strong thrusts, keeping his word and filling you with his cum making you finish with him, toes curling, eyes rolling back, and almost a screech leaving your mouth.
matt pulls out, his dick limp and so are you. your back gives up and you slump right on the bed. body still trembling.
“what the fuck was that about?” you manage to ask through the pillow.
“you know very well” matt mumbles before making his way to your bathroom.
a/n: i wrote this before even starting the au lmao anyways tell me if yall want more fwb!matt and reply to my taglist post if u wanna be added 💋
not proofread. English is not my first language.
editing old drafts rn.
I know his ass is way too happy lmao, this is the best day of his life.
asked if he could rent the costume for halloween fs
nb looking at those mountains
js scrolled the tl..lowk im back
sub!matt loves your titties !!
the room is mostly quite.
soft sound of the air conditioner blowing, faint spongebob playing in the background and the sound of matt's low voice mumbling incoherent words against the thin fabric of your shirt.
his face nuzzled right between your chest, nudging his nose and moving his head around as he spoke. your hands in his hair. playing and tugging on it.
he does that sometimes, when he doesn't particularly wants to be listened to but just wants to speak, get some things off his chest.
onto yours, literally.
right now he's talking to himself about a small argument he had with chris while filming a video earlier that day. well he's talking to your titties, essentially.
just rubbing his face in them, whining and groaning.
his legs tangle with yours on the bed, you hum along his sentences even though theres not much that you can understand.
"he's just so stupid..." matt finally looks up, eyes droopy and tired. he sees how you're focused on the tv instead of him. his chin propped up on your chest, eyes fluttering and fingers tugging onto the hem of your shirt.
his hands slide under your shirt, fingers gliding across your skin. your head tilts in his direction and noticing that, matt’s lips break into a mischievous smile, you know where this is going.
moments later your shirt is laying astray on the floor, of course.
matts face all up in your breasts, sucking, kissing, mumbling how soft they feel. his hands working with him, squeezing and teasing your nipple while his mouth works on the other end.
“could do this all day, ma” his voice hoarse, his gaze shifting to look up at you for a little, his face flushed and a drool bridge between his mouth and your nipple.
a/n : this draft is almost a year old lol i forgot how to do this 😭 tumblr is scary now. not proofread. english is not my first language.