↳ contains: pussy rubbing, unprotected sex, overstimulation, begging, thong tearing, size kink, language, half-handjob, dom!matt, dirty talk, intense orgasms, built-up tension
↳ in which… boyfriend!matt suggests a new challenge for the two of you, which you end up failing completely.
↳ ᴍᴀsᴛᴇʀʟɪsᴛ ᴛᴀɢʟɪꜱᴛ ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 1.8k
The Walking Dead plays on the TV in front of you while you sit curled up in bed, surrounded by sweats, blankets, and pillows.
Matt steps into the room without warning, a mischievous grin already tugging at his lips. “May I join you?” he asks, like you’d ever tell him no.
“Not at all, silly. Get over here.” You pat the empty space beside you, and he slips into it easily. As he pulls the blankets up to cover you both, something crosses his mind, and his grin slowly grows.
“I’ve just been thinking about something we should try. It may sound a little weird, but just hear me out?” He stares down at his hands in his lap, fighting the urge to bite his nails—a nervous habit he did often.
Inviting to the suggestion, you nod curiously. “What’s the great idea?” You pry out, mind racing with dozens of ideas. “Pussy rubbing… sort of like a challenge.“ Matt explains hesitantly.
The idea isn’t weird to you at all—maybe a little strange, since you haven’t ever tried it before, but if anything, it turns you on. “Pussy rubbing?”
He nods, justifying the challenge further. “Exactly how it sounds.”
The thought is slowly turning you on. “And the challenge in it?”
“No penetration allowed. Not even the head.”
“And if either of us lose the challenge?…” Heat rushes to your neck and cheeks, blushing furiously at the thought. You aren’t just entertaining the idea anymore—you’re going through with it.
“Then it’s just an opportunity for me to fuck you senseless, isn’t it?” Matt chuckles teasingly. And in all honesty? You liked that idea more than the actual challenge.
“What do you say?” He waits patiently for just a moment because you don’t hesitate to nod your head and agree to the idea.
Matt reaches for the remote in your hands, powering off the TV and setting it aside on the bedside table. He turns to you, finding you already undressing out of your sweats. Removing his own clothing, he notices you undoing the clasp of your bra, and sliding it off.
As you reach to pull your thong aside, Matt—almost completely undressed with just his shirt on—pipes up. “Keep that on. It’ll make this a little more interesting.”
“A little more interesting?” You grin at the thought. “But then it’s not pussy rubbing—it’s thong rubbing.” Matt laughs and nods as he tugs his shirt up and overhead. “Yeah, but we can do both. And you know I love that set of thongs on you. I’d buy a thousand of ‘em to see you wear them on a daily basis.”
It makes you giggle but in reality, Matt would buy a thousand of these thongs you own.
“But they aren’t even comfortable.” You watch as he crawls above you, his lips hovering a few inches away from your own. “I just wear them ‘cause they look pretty.”
Matt’s hands rest on the sides of your head, the mattress dipping slightly. “Exactly,” He murmurs softly. “Pretty little lacy things for an extra pretty girl.” Your skin face flushes a darker crimson than before at his words, if that’d even been possible.
Although, Matt isn’t exactly exaggerating. The thongs he favourites come in plenty of mis-matched colours. For instance, the one you’re currently wearing—black lace with two thin side-strings and baby pink bows on each side of the undergarment.
Lace isn’t the most comfortable fabric, especially on a thong, but you’d always had a habit of buying pretty lace bras and thongs just for the beauty of them. And whenever you spent more than thirty dollars on something lace? You’d just tell yourself beauty is pain.
One of his hands slide down your torso to your hip, gently toying with the satin bows. “Gorgeous…” He whispers under his breath as if they’re something truly special—in which to him—they are.
Then his eyes slowly trail their way back up to yours, before dropping back down to your lips. “Just like my girl.” Matt dips his head lower, pressing his lips to yours in a soft kiss. Eventually, the two of you create a slow rhythm with your lips, your tongues.
The hand on your hip slides down to his half-hard dick—but not before you do. Your hand wraps around it, fingers barely closing around his width.
Matt gasps at the gentle touch, hips lifting slightly. It makes you smile against his lips—how sensitive he is right now. Hand sliding up and down his length, you jerk him off in an easy, quick rhythm.
“This—This isn’t what we planned…” He practically whines out, though he can’t bring himself to pause your actions.
“I know,” You nod as the kiss breaks for a moment, the two of you catching your breath. “You’re just so easy to tease, it’s entertaining.” Matt chuckles, though it’s almost completely humourless.
“Please, baby, m’ gonna come soon if you keep doing that.” His teeth sink into his bottom lip, sucking it in to muffle another whine.
“But we haven’t even started…” Laughing a little, you focus on the tip, your thumb brushing against it relentlessly. Matt pants out a broken moan, involuntarily buckling his hips into your hand. “Baby, i’m s’serious… quit it. Or i’m taking full control.”
The idea of Matt taking control of the scenario drenches your lace thong to the point of “tears” rolling down your thighs. You don’t slow down—if anything, you’re jerking him off faster.
Pre-cum slowly begins to leak out of the tip, bright blue eyes rolling back a little. That’d been the last straw for Matt. He grabs your wrist within milliseconds, grip rough and tight. “Yeah, I said stop, not keep going.”
He guides your wrist to the side of your head, pinning it against the mattress and his arm. The demand in his tone, the dominance in his movements, the way his dick is completely upright and twitching with need—It makes it difficult for you not to protest.
“Now you’re going to allow me to take control of this, so much as you can’t stay on task.” His lips brush your skin—trailing down your jaw, pressing heated kisses to your throat.
His bare chest is so close to yours in which you can feel each other’s racing hearts. Breath hitching with every kiss, you’re left speechless and tilting your head back to give him further access.
Meanwhile, Matt’s free hand slides back down to his aching dick, guiding it to the soaked lace. “S’wet for me, and I haven’t even touched you.”
He grins mischievously, starting off with gently brushing the tip of his leaking head against your thong. The friction easily becomes something you found yourselves needing more of, and he ends up rubbing his dick relentlessly against the rough fabric.
“Fuck, baby,” Matt breathes out loudly, head falling into your neck and eyes rolling to the back of his head. “Gonna make me lose the challenge ‘fore it’s even been ten minutes..”
The two of you laugh a little—the sound mixed in with your uneven panting and the pornographic wet sounds the two of you are making with every desperate roll of your hips.
Matt’s fingers tighten uncontrollably around your wrist. A deep groan slipping past his lips as thick, white spurts of come shoot onto your already-ruined thong.
As he attempts to ride out the orgasm by rubbing his dick against you even faster, his movements gets sloppier with slight exhaustion.
The two of you have made a terrible mess—the bedsheets are soaked, coated in your wetness and his essence—which is also spread around your lace undergarment. “Wait, m’ not finished with you yet. Not one bit,” He pants out softly.
He isn’t joking for a moment, but you definitely aren’t complaining. His dick is already hardening up again, making you whimper as he grinds it roughly against the front of your thong.
“Matt,” You whine out eagerly, fingers curling tighter in his fluffy dark hair. “Just put it in already, I—I can’t take it anymore…”
Matt lifts his head from your neck for just a moment at the sound of your whine—your desperate plead. Then, without slowing down by the slightest, he shakes his head stubbornly. “Nuh-uh. Not yet. Feels too good to stop now..”
Somehow, Matt’s already coated in your mixed essences and close to the edge again, seeking another release—So are you. “Besides, we’ve already established who’s in control here, haven’t we?”
He teases it as if his legs aren’t shaking and his breath isn’t trembling just as intensely as yours.
“But—“ The sound of a loud tear from below the two of you interrupts you both. As you glance down, it’s pretty clear that the fabric of your thong is so drenched, it tore a hole. “You made a hole!” You complain.
Though in all seriousness, you’re too turned on to care.
Matt seems to feel the exact same way. “And? Y’think I really care about ‘em right now? I’ll buy you a dozen tomorrow.” He promises, breath hot and shaky against your lips, close enough to make your entire body shudder.
He has the ability to kiss you, though he doesn’t. He just teases from above, watching as you moan and arch your back when he starts trying to get off using your thong. His dick slides through the slick hole easily, and your hips jerk up again involuntarily.
It’s becoming too much for you both, and Matt’s control snaps like a thin twig.
“Fuck it!” He groans, way too fed up and turned on. The hand wrapped around your wrist releases it and with one swift, messy breath—Matt tugs the torn thong to the side.
“But I thought—“ “I said fuck it.” He cuts you off harshly, prying your legs open wider with his knee. Within a matter of seconds, Matt lifts your legs up slightly and drives into you with a deep thrust.
He slides into you easily, creating a charged, rapid pace with an uneven rhythm. The bed dips slightly deeper beneath the two of you, mattress squeaking loudly as his hips meet yours.
Each and every frantic thrust is accompanied by a built-up tension neither of you wanted to end. Finally, Matt leans down and closes the distance between you with an intense kiss.
His tongue brushes against your bottom lip, a stark contrast to everything about this moment. “God, suckin’ me in so good—still s’fuckin’ tight…” He moans against your lips, matching your noises—which grow louder as those words leave his lips.
He truly is following his word and fucking you senseless. All you can do is pant and whimper and moan and there’s the slightest possibility you’d be able to gasp out his name.
And you do, just as an intense orgasm washes over you and around Matt’s dick. As your slick walls clench around him tighter, he groans between kisses, messy pants and loud curses.
Each time skin slaps against skin, his movements get sloppier as he helps ride out your orgasm, on the edge of his own. Again. And as soon as he does so?
Matt drags his dick out, coating your inner thighs and drenched cunt even more—If that’d even been possible. “Tore a hole into your thong, soaked the bedsheets, and broke the challenge…” Matt murmurs as he attempts to catch his breath.
He can hardly do so, and neither can you. “I think we did alright.” You grin jokingly, despite what intense moment the two of you have just experienced. Matt chuckles and pecks another kiss to your lips. “Let’s try again?”
danisblurbs: how are we liking the smaller font? should i start making it for all of my fanfics?? requested by an annon! happy monday!
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