M. adult. matt girl. pop punk. books. writer of all things. gilmore girls. one tree hill. coffee lover. horror movies. coke zero. dog mom. video games. road trips. friend to all.
NO racism. NO homophobia. NO questionable morals. NO hate. Fuck ICE.
Summary: In which Matt had a long day. When he comes out of his shower you decide to help him relax in a different manner.
CW: 🔞Explicit Sexual Content (Smut): blowjob, handjob, deep throating, spit, slight use of dirty talk, hair pulling, ball sucking, edging, slight face fucking, if I missed anything please let me know! If under 18, I am not responsible for the media you consume. (MDNI)
For once, your day is uneventful, but Matt’s is a different story. The second he walks through the door, you see the exhaustion on his face. His hair is messy from running his hands through it, dark circles underneath his eyes, tension in his shoulders from taking things too hard. As you lie on his bed, you watch him quietly, watching as he types away on his phone. Probably messaging one of his brothers, a faint frown on his face. When he finally looks at you, the tension on his face eases, a small smile forming. He sets his phone on the nightstand to charge and heads for the bathroom.
“I’ll be right out, okay baby?”
You nod, hearing the click of the bathroom door and the rush of the shower starting. The shuffle of clothes, the clicking of a belt coming undone, and then the sound of the glass door opening and closing. You readjust yourself, sinking deeper into Matt’s pillow, letting his scent consume you. The apartment is quiet except for the sound of the shower, and you sigh, hoping the shower will help relax him after whatever day he had.
As the shower runs, your mind drifts. The first image is of Matt under the water, droplets running over his bare skin, muscles loose and golden. Then, your thoughts grow filthier: the memory of his hands roaming your body, his mouth finding all the places that make you moan, the way his voice drops into a low rasp when he’s right on the edge. Just the memory turns you on more than you’d like to admit.
The water finally stops, and you snap back to the present, butterflies filling your stomach. The bathroom door opens, and a rush of steam follows out. Matt steps out, a white towel wrapped low around his hips. Droplets trail from his hair down broad shoulders, catching in the light and making your mouth dry. He runs a hand through his hair as he enters the room, his eyes locking on you immediately.
He pauses, taking you in. There’s an undeniable heat and tension in his gaze. You feel your cheeks blush under his gaze, teeth sinking into your bottom lip. The sight of water going down his body makes your mouth water. You so badly want to lick every droplet off of him. You lick your lips, unable to look away from him.
Matt gives a tiny smirk, tilting his head to the side as he crosses his arms. “Are you checking me out?”
You sit up and shrug. “Could be a possibility.”
He walks toward you, each step intentional. You set your phone aside, the air in the room thickening with want. He stops at the edge of the bed, his hips level with your eyes. The towel is so low, it’s causing you to short-circuit. Without thinking, your hand lifts, tracing lightly just above where fabric meets skin. His body is hot beneath your fingertips, and you hear him take a sharp inhale of air.
“You said your day was long, right?” You whisper, still watching your finger trace his skin.
“Such a long day…” he replies, voice going a bit rough. “Why do you ask?”
You finally meet his eyes again. They are a darker shade of blue now, needier. You lean in and press a soft kiss to his stomach, grinning up at him.
“I think I can find a way to make both of our days better.” You tease playfully.
Matt lets out a soft sigh and nods. Your hands slide down to the knot in the towel, and you tug gently at it. He puts one of his hands in your hair, gently brushing through as he watches, his chest rising and falling fast. You get the towel undone, and it falls fast, pooling at his feet, and there he was. Standing right in front of you like a thousand times before, naked, vulnerable, and so fucking hot.
You slip off the bed and sink to your knees, tilting your head up to look at him. His cock is already half-hard, twitching with anticipation, and you can’t help but smile at how easy it is to make him hard for you. Leaning in, you press a gentle kiss to his tip, tasting the first bead of precum at the tip. Matt’s breath stutters, his grip tightening in your hair as he lets out a shaky moan.
He looks down at you and gives you a soft smile, a silent tell that he trusts you completely when like this. Only you. There is no hesitation in his face. All you can see in him is the want and need to have your mouth taking his cock so lovingly.
You wrap your hand around his length. It’s hard and hot. You take your tongue and trace a line with it from the base of his cock all the way to his tip. You lick the precum off his tip, and it tastes slightly salty. Matt lets out a groan, and he gently pulls at your hair, his other hand coming up and rubbing his thumb along your cheek. You look back up at him and stroke him slowly.
“Fuck, I’ve missed you touching me,” he whispers.
You grin. You slowly take the tip of his cock into your mouth, swirling your tongue around it and giving it gentle sucks. He moans, his hips bucking forward, pushing more of his cock into your mouth, and the weight change is ungodly. You moan around him, half of his cock in your mouth, while the other half is being stroked by your hand.
You hollow your cheeks around him and bring your head back, stopping right before you pop off, then going right back down, meeting your hand. A loud groan is heard from above you, and that’s all you needed to keep going. As you bob your head on his dick, you look up at him, and his breath catches.
Your eyes sting with tears, his size overwhelming your mouth, but you keep sucking. Enjoying the feeling of the stretch, the fullness, and the way his cock twitches on your tongue. His thumb brushes away a stray tear, gentle and loving. He closes his eyes, groaning as you settle into a steady rhythm.
“So fucking beautiful. Making me feel so good.” Matt moans softly.
You pull off of him with a pop, and his eyes immediately look to you, confused. You keep stroking him, giving gentle squeezes as you move your hand. Before he can question why you stopped sucking him, you spit on his cock, moving your hand over it and slickening his cock with it. Matt gasps, then throws his head back.
“Feel good, baby? Want more?” You ask gently, a light teasing tone in your voice.
He nods, unable to say anything else over the sensation of you on him. The hand that is gripping your hair pushes your head towards his now wet cock. You take him into your mouth again, tracing your tongue on the underside of his cock this time. Matt was unraveling fast. You always did like how your mouth was the one thing that could make him cum fast.
“Shit. Baby, the things you do with that tongue are unholy,” he mutters.
You let out a moan, sending the vibrations through him. Your hand leaves his shaft and goes down lower. You gently cup his balls and give them a gentle squeeze, moving them around as you keep sucking. He bucks his hips forward again, and you take him even deeper. You relax your throat as much as you can. He’s not quite deep throating you yet, but he’s close, and the thought drives you wild.
Spit starts to come out the side of your mouth and makes his cock wetter, some of it sliding down to his balls, and you spread it around as you hold them. It’s messy and so perfect as you suck him even harder.
He tugs on your hair, and you let his cock fall from your mouth, breathless and confused. Matt’s face is flushed, lips parted, chest rising and falling in harsh breathing. His eyes are wide and dazed, utterly destroyed. He bends down to kiss you, mouths meeting in a messy tangle of tongues, the taste of him shared between you.
When you pull away, you whisper, “What was that for?”
He shrugs, “If you kept going, I was going to cum. I want to enjoy this.”
You giggle, and instead of going back to his cock, you go to his balls. You kiss and lick them, while using your hand to massage them. He lets out a soft curse and rubs your head softly as he watches. You get bold and pull them into your mouth, giving them a gentle suck and tease with your tongue.
“Oh, Jesus Christ.” Matt groans.
You stop sucking his ball and look back up at him. You smile softly and kiss the tip of his cock again. It’s so red and swollen from him edging himself instead of cumming like you thought he would. Matt’s heated gaze grips your jaw tightly.
“I want to cum in that pretty mouth of yours. Are you going to be a good girl and let me?” He asks.
You nod fast. He grabs your head and pushes it back to his cock, but instead of you taking control, it’s his turn. He holds your head still as he fucks your mouth. He’s not aggressive. Never is because he doesn’t want to hurt you, but he definitely is commanding the room and you with this control. You have your mouth open and just taking his cock like he wants you to.
“So pretty. Letting me fuck your mouth. I’m going to go all the way in, okay?” He moans.
You blink and look at him, a silent tell that it’s ok. Wanted even. He doesn’t need to be told twice. He pushes all the way in. His cock hits the back of your throat. You gag on it and some spit slides down your chin. Tears come out of your eyes from the contact. Matt moans at the sight. He does it again, smiling wickedly as you gag on his cock.
“Aw baby, like when you choke on my cock? Such a pretty slut you are for me.” Matt coos softly. He slowly pulls back and now is just fucking your mouth. His thumb wiping the tears from your eyes. He wipes the spit from your chin and brings it to his mouth and sucks it off. He groans.
“God, I love how you taste. My girl.” He whispers.
As he kept moving, his words became less and less coherent. Little curses and praises fall from his mouth. You hold onto his thighs for support, sucking when you have the chance, and you can feel him shaking. You know he is close.
You wrap your hands around the part that isn’t in your mouth, and you take back over. Sucking and stroking at a faster pace than he was doing. At this rate, you have one goal: make Matt cum in your mouth, let him feel good.
“You’re gonna make—” He tries to warn and pull away, but you hold him to you and go deeper, still sucking and stroking at an ungodly pace.
Both of his hands wrap into your hair, holding onto you to keep himself steady as his legs shake. A broken moan falls from his lips as he cums into your mouth, the hot and salty liquid spilling down your throat. You swallow him quickly, and just keep his cock inside your mouth until he softens, then you slowly let him slip free from your mouth.
You sit back on your knees, looking up at him. Matt’s chest moves with every breath, sweat beading at his brow. His hands move from your hair to frame your face, thumbs stroking your cheeks. Your lips are swollen, chin slick, eyes shining with satisfaction and something loving, just for him.
“I think you are trying to kill me.” His voice is raspy.
You smile, pressing a kiss to the pad of his thumb, then to his hip bone before standing. Matt pulls you into his arms, claiming your mouth in a slow, lingering kiss. The intimacy of it leaves you weak, clinging to him as if you could show him all the love you hold for him.
When you both pull away, his forehead leans against yours and whispers. “Thank you. I really needed that. Needed you.”
You kiss his jaw softly, your hands rubbing his back gently, all that tension melting from your touch. “Always. I love you.”
Matt grabs your hand and guides you to the bed, pulling you down and against him. He pulls the blankets over the both of you, wrapping his arms around you. You rest your head against his chest, hearing his heartbeat against your ear.
The moment stretches in a calm silence, both of you content just being together. His fingers are tracing lazy circles on your arm, grounding both of you into this moment of bliss. You yawn as you feel the slight traces of sleep coming over you.
As you start to drift off to sleep, Matt mumbles against your head, “It’s your turn tomorrow.”
You chuckle softly, placing a kiss on his chest. “Can’t wait.”
M yaps: I don't know if I have ever done a fic just solely based on a blowjob lmfaooo. Hope you enjoy!
Summary: In which Matt had a long day. When he comes out of his shower you decide to help him relax in a different manner.
CW: 🔞Explicit Sexual Content (Smut): blowjob, handjob, deep throating, spit, slight use of dirty talk, hair pulling, ball sucking, edging, slight face fucking, if I missed anything please let me know! If under 18, I am not responsible for the media you consume. (MDNI)
For once, your day is uneventful, but Matt’s is a different story. The second he walks through the door, you see the exhaustion on his face. His hair is messy from running his hands through it, dark circles underneath his eyes, tension in his shoulders from taking things too hard. As you lie on his bed, you watch him quietly, watching as he types away on his phone. Probably messaging one of his brothers, a faint frown on his face. When he finally looks at you, the tension on his face eases, a small smile forming. He sets his phone on the nightstand to charge and heads for the bathroom.
“I’ll be right out, okay baby?”
You nod, hearing the click of the bathroom door and the rush of the shower starting. The shuffle of clothes, the clicking of a belt coming undone, and then the sound of the glass door opening and closing. You readjust yourself, sinking deeper into Matt’s pillow, letting his scent consume you. The apartment is quiet except for the sound of the shower, and you sigh, hoping the shower will help relax him after whatever day he had.
As the shower runs, your mind drifts. The first image is of Matt under the water, droplets running over his bare skin, muscles loose and golden. Then, your thoughts grow filthier: the memory of his hands roaming your body, his mouth finding all the places that make you moan, the way his voice drops into a low rasp when he’s right on the edge. Just the memory turns you on more than you’d like to admit.
The water finally stops, and you snap back to the present, butterflies filling your stomach. The bathroom door opens, and a rush of steam follows out. Matt steps out, a white towel wrapped low around his hips. Droplets trail from his hair down broad shoulders, catching in the light and making your mouth dry. He runs a hand through his hair as he enters the room, his eyes locking on you immediately.
He pauses, taking you in. There’s an undeniable heat and tension in his gaze. You feel your cheeks blush under his gaze, teeth sinking into your bottom lip. The sight of water going down his body makes your mouth water. You so badly want to lick every droplet off of him. You lick your lips, unable to look away from him.
Matt gives a tiny smirk, tilting his head to the side as he crosses his arms. “Are you checking me out?”
You sit up and shrug. “Could be a possibility.”
He walks toward you, each step intentional. You set your phone aside, the air in the room thickening with want. He stops at the edge of the bed, his hips level with your eyes. The towel is so low, it’s causing you to short-circuit. Without thinking, your hand lifts, tracing lightly just above where fabric meets skin. His body is hot beneath your fingertips, and you hear him take a sharp inhale of air.
“You said your day was long, right?” You whisper, still watching your finger trace his skin.
“Such a long day…” he replies, voice going a bit rough. “Why do you ask?”
You finally meet his eyes again. They are a darker shade of blue now, needier. You lean in and press a soft kiss to his stomach, grinning up at him.
“I think I can find a way to make both of our days better.” You tease playfully.
Matt lets out a soft sigh and nods. Your hands slide down to the knot in the towel, and you tug gently at it. He puts one of his hands in your hair, gently brushing through as he watches, his chest rising and falling fast. You get the towel undone, and it falls fast, pooling at his feet, and there he was. Standing right in front of you like a thousand times before, naked, vulnerable, and so fucking hot.
You slip off the bed and sink to your knees, tilting your head up to look at him. His cock is already half-hard, twitching with anticipation, and you can’t help but smile at how easy it is to make him hard for you. Leaning in, you press a gentle kiss to his tip, tasting the first bead of precum at the tip. Matt’s breath stutters, his grip tightening in your hair as he lets out a shaky moan.
He looks down at you and gives you a soft smile, a silent tell that he trusts you completely when like this. Only you. There is no hesitation in his face. All you can see in him is the want and need to have your mouth taking his cock so lovingly.
You wrap your hand around his length. It’s hard and hot. You take your tongue and trace a line with it from the base of his cock all the way to his tip. You lick the precum off his tip, and it tastes slightly salty. Matt lets out a groan, and he gently pulls at your hair, his other hand coming up and rubbing his thumb along your cheek. You look back up at him and stroke him slowly.
“Fuck, I’ve missed you touching me,” he whispers.
You grin. You slowly take the tip of his cock into your mouth, swirling your tongue around it and giving it gentle sucks. He moans, his hips bucking forward, pushing more of his cock into your mouth, and the weight change is ungodly. You moan around him, half of his cock in your mouth, while the other half is being stroked by your hand.
You hollow your cheeks around him and bring your head back, stopping right before you pop off, then going right back down, meeting your hand. A loud groan is heard from above you, and that’s all you needed to keep going. As you bob your head on his dick, you look up at him, and his breath catches.
Your eyes sting with tears, his size overwhelming your mouth, but you keep sucking. Enjoying the feeling of the stretch, the fullness, and the way his cock twitches on your tongue. His thumb brushes away a stray tear, gentle and loving. He closes his eyes, groaning as you settle into a steady rhythm.
“So fucking beautiful. Making me feel so good.” Matt moans softly.
You pull off of him with a pop, and his eyes immediately look to you, confused. You keep stroking him, giving gentle squeezes as you move your hand. Before he can question why you stopped sucking him, you spit on his cock, moving your hand over it and slickening his cock with it. Matt gasps, then throws his head back.
“Feel good, baby? Want more?” You ask gently, a light teasing tone in your voice.
He nods, unable to say anything else over the sensation of you on him. The hand that is gripping your hair pushes your head towards his now wet cock. You take him into your mouth again, tracing your tongue on the underside of his cock this time. Matt was unraveling fast. You always did like how your mouth was the one thing that could make him cum fast.
“Shit. Baby, the things you do with that tongue are unholy,” he mutters.
You let out a moan, sending the vibrations through him. Your hand leaves his shaft and goes down lower. You gently cup his balls and give them a gentle squeeze, moving them around as you keep sucking. He bucks his hips forward again, and you take him even deeper. You relax your throat as much as you can. He’s not quite deep throating you yet, but he’s close, and the thought drives you wild.
Spit starts to come out the side of your mouth and makes his cock wetter, some of it sliding down to his balls, and you spread it around as you hold them. It’s messy and so perfect as you suck him even harder.
He tugs on your hair, and you let his cock fall from your mouth, breathless and confused. Matt’s face is flushed, lips parted, chest rising and falling in harsh breathing. His eyes are wide and dazed, utterly destroyed. He bends down to kiss you, mouths meeting in a messy tangle of tongues, the taste of him shared between you.
When you pull away, you whisper, “What was that for?”
He shrugs, “If you kept going, I was going to cum. I want to enjoy this.”
You giggle, and instead of going back to his cock, you go to his balls. You kiss and lick them, while using your hand to massage them. He lets out a soft curse and rubs your head softly as he watches. You get bold and pull them into your mouth, giving them a gentle suck and tease with your tongue.
“Oh, Jesus Christ.” Matt groans.
You stop sucking his ball and look back up at him. You smile softly and kiss the tip of his cock again. It’s so red and swollen from him edging himself instead of cumming like you thought he would. Matt’s heated gaze grips your jaw tightly.
“I want to cum in that pretty mouth of yours. Are you going to be a good girl and let me?” He asks.
You nod fast. He grabs your head and pushes it back to his cock, but instead of you taking control, it’s his turn. He holds your head still as he fucks your mouth. He’s not aggressive. Never is because he doesn’t want to hurt you, but he definitely is commanding the room and you with this control. You have your mouth open and just taking his cock like he wants you to.
“So pretty. Letting me fuck your mouth. I’m going to go all the way in, okay?” He moans.
You blink and look at him, a silent tell that it’s ok. Wanted even. He doesn’t need to be told twice. He pushes all the way in. His cock hits the back of your throat. You gag on it and some spit slides down your chin. Tears come out of your eyes from the contact. Matt moans at the sight. He does it again, smiling wickedly as you gag on his cock.
“Aw baby, like when you choke on my cock? Such a pretty slut you are for me.” Matt coos softly. He slowly pulls back and now is just fucking your mouth. His thumb wiping the tears from your eyes. He wipes the spit from your chin and brings it to his mouth and sucks it off. He groans.
“God, I love how you taste. My girl.” He whispers.
As he kept moving, his words became less and less coherent. Little curses and praises fall from his mouth. You hold onto his thighs for support, sucking when you have the chance, and you can feel him shaking. You know he is close.
You wrap your hands around the part that isn’t in your mouth, and you take back over. Sucking and stroking at a faster pace than he was doing. At this rate, you have one goal: make Matt cum in your mouth, let him feel good.
“You’re gonna make—” He tries to warn and pull away, but you hold him to you and go deeper, still sucking and stroking at an ungodly pace.
Both of his hands wrap into your hair, holding onto you to keep himself steady as his legs shake. A broken moan falls from his lips as he cums into your mouth, the hot and salty liquid spilling down your throat. You swallow him quickly, and just keep his cock inside your mouth until he softens, then you slowly let him slip free from your mouth.
You sit back on your knees, looking up at him. Matt’s chest moves with every breath, sweat beading at his brow. His hands move from your hair to frame your face, thumbs stroking your cheeks. Your lips are swollen, chin slick, eyes shining with satisfaction and something loving, just for him.
“I think you are trying to kill me.” His voice is raspy.
You smile, pressing a kiss to the pad of his thumb, then to his hip bone before standing. Matt pulls you into his arms, claiming your mouth in a slow, lingering kiss. The intimacy of it leaves you weak, clinging to him as if you could show him all the love you hold for him.
When you both pull away, his forehead leans against yours and whispers. “Thank you. I really needed that. Needed you.”
You kiss his jaw softly, your hands rubbing his back gently, all that tension melting from your touch. “Always. I love you.”
Matt grabs your hand and guides you to the bed, pulling you down and against him. He pulls the blankets over the both of you, wrapping his arms around you. You rest your head against his chest, hearing his heartbeat against your ear.
The moment stretches in a calm silence, both of you content just being together. His fingers are tracing lazy circles on your arm, grounding both of you into this moment of bliss. You yawn as you feel the slight traces of sleep coming over you.
As you start to drift off to sleep, Matt mumbles against your head, “It’s your turn tomorrow.”
You chuckle softly, placing a kiss on his chest. “Can’t wait.”
M yaps: I don't know if I have ever done a fic just solely based on a blowjob lmfaooo. Hope you enjoy!
Summary: In which Matt had a long day. When he comes out of his shower you decide to help him relax in a different manner.
CW: 🔞Explicit Sexual Content (Smut): blowjob, handjob, deep throating, spit, slight use of dirty talk, hair pulling, ball sucking, edging, slight face fucking, if I missed anything please let me know! If under 18, I am not responsible for the media you consume. (MDNI)
For once, your day is uneventful, but Matt’s is a different story. The second he walks through the door, you see the exhaustion on his face. His hair is messy from running his hands through it, dark circles underneath his eyes, tension in his shoulders from taking things too hard. As you lie on his bed, you watch him quietly, watching as he types away on his phone. Probably messaging one of his brothers, a faint frown on his face. When he finally looks at you, the tension on his face eases, a small smile forming. He sets his phone on the nightstand to charge and heads for the bathroom.
“I’ll be right out, okay baby?”
You nod, hearing the click of the bathroom door and the rush of the shower starting. The shuffle of clothes, the clicking of a belt coming undone, and then the sound of the glass door opening and closing. You readjust yourself, sinking deeper into Matt’s pillow, letting his scent consume you. The apartment is quiet except for the sound of the shower, and you sigh, hoping the shower will help relax him after whatever day he had.
As the shower runs, your mind drifts. The first image is of Matt under the water, droplets running over his bare skin, muscles loose and golden. Then, your thoughts grow filthier: the memory of his hands roaming your body, his mouth finding all the places that make you moan, the way his voice drops into a low rasp when he’s right on the edge. Just the memory turns you on more than you’d like to admit.
The water finally stops, and you snap back to the present, butterflies filling your stomach. The bathroom door opens, and a rush of steam follows out. Matt steps out, a white towel wrapped low around his hips. Droplets trail from his hair down broad shoulders, catching in the light and making your mouth dry. He runs a hand through his hair as he enters the room, his eyes locking on you immediately.
He pauses, taking you in. There’s an undeniable heat and tension in his gaze. You feel your cheeks blush under his gaze, teeth sinking into your bottom lip. The sight of water going down his body makes your mouth water. You so badly want to lick every droplet off of him. You lick your lips, unable to look away from him.
Matt gives a tiny smirk, tilting his head to the side as he crosses his arms. “Are you checking me out?”
You sit up and shrug. “Could be a possibility.”
He walks toward you, each step intentional. You set your phone aside, the air in the room thickening with want. He stops at the edge of the bed, his hips level with your eyes. The towel is so low, it’s causing you to short-circuit. Without thinking, your hand lifts, tracing lightly just above where fabric meets skin. His body is hot beneath your fingertips, and you hear him take a sharp inhale of air.
“You said your day was long, right?” You whisper, still watching your finger trace his skin.
“Such a long day…” he replies, voice going a bit rough. “Why do you ask?”
You finally meet his eyes again. They are a darker shade of blue now, needier. You lean in and press a soft kiss to his stomach, grinning up at him.
“I think I can find a way to make both of our days better.” You tease playfully.
Matt lets out a soft sigh and nods. Your hands slide down to the knot in the towel, and you tug gently at it. He puts one of his hands in your hair, gently brushing through as he watches, his chest rising and falling fast. You get the towel undone, and it falls fast, pooling at his feet, and there he was. Standing right in front of you like a thousand times before, naked, vulnerable, and so fucking hot.
You slip off the bed and sink to your knees, tilting your head up to look at him. His cock is already half-hard, twitching with anticipation, and you can’t help but smile at how easy it is to make him hard for you. Leaning in, you press a gentle kiss to his tip, tasting the first bead of precum at the tip. Matt’s breath stutters, his grip tightening in your hair as he lets out a shaky moan.
He looks down at you and gives you a soft smile, a silent tell that he trusts you completely when like this. Only you. There is no hesitation in his face. All you can see in him is the want and need to have your mouth taking his cock so lovingly.
You wrap your hand around his length. It’s hard and hot. You take your tongue and trace a line with it from the base of his cock all the way to his tip. You lick the precum off his tip, and it tastes slightly salty. Matt lets out a groan, and he gently pulls at your hair, his other hand coming up and rubbing his thumb along your cheek. You look back up at him and stroke him slowly.
“Fuck, I’ve missed you touching me,” he whispers.
You grin. You slowly take the tip of his cock into your mouth, swirling your tongue around it and giving it gentle sucks. He moans, his hips bucking forward, pushing more of his cock into your mouth, and the weight change is ungodly. You moan around him, half of his cock in your mouth, while the other half is being stroked by your hand.
You hollow your cheeks around him and bring your head back, stopping right before you pop off, then going right back down, meeting your hand. A loud groan is heard from above you, and that’s all you needed to keep going. As you bob your head on his dick, you look up at him, and his breath catches.
Your eyes sting with tears, his size overwhelming your mouth, but you keep sucking. Enjoying the feeling of the stretch, the fullness, and the way his cock twitches on your tongue. His thumb brushes away a stray tear, gentle and loving. He closes his eyes, groaning as you settle into a steady rhythm.
“So fucking beautiful. Making me feel so good.” Matt moans softly.
You pull off of him with a pop, and his eyes immediately look to you, confused. You keep stroking him, giving gentle squeezes as you move your hand. Before he can question why you stopped sucking him, you spit on his cock, moving your hand over it and slickening his cock with it. Matt gasps, then throws his head back.
“Feel good, baby? Want more?” You ask gently, a light teasing tone in your voice.
He nods, unable to say anything else over the sensation of you on him. The hand that is gripping your hair pushes your head towards his now wet cock. You take him into your mouth again, tracing your tongue on the underside of his cock this time. Matt was unraveling fast. You always did like how your mouth was the one thing that could make him cum fast.
“Shit. Baby, the things you do with that tongue are unholy,” he mutters.
You let out a moan, sending the vibrations through him. Your hand leaves his shaft and goes down lower. You gently cup his balls and give them a gentle squeeze, moving them around as you keep sucking. He bucks his hips forward again, and you take him even deeper. You relax your throat as much as you can. He’s not quite deep throating you yet, but he’s close, and the thought drives you wild.
Spit starts to come out the side of your mouth and makes his cock wetter, some of it sliding down to his balls, and you spread it around as you hold them. It’s messy and so perfect as you suck him even harder.
He tugs on your hair, and you let his cock fall from your mouth, breathless and confused. Matt’s face is flushed, lips parted, chest rising and falling in harsh breathing. His eyes are wide and dazed, utterly destroyed. He bends down to kiss you, mouths meeting in a messy tangle of tongues, the taste of him shared between you.
When you pull away, you whisper, “What was that for?”
He shrugs, “If you kept going, I was going to cum. I want to enjoy this.”
You giggle, and instead of going back to his cock, you go to his balls. You kiss and lick them, while using your hand to massage them. He lets out a soft curse and rubs your head softly as he watches. You get bold and pull them into your mouth, giving them a gentle suck and tease with your tongue.
“Oh, Jesus Christ.” Matt groans.
You stop sucking his ball and look back up at him. You smile softly and kiss the tip of his cock again. It’s so red and swollen from him edging himself instead of cumming like you thought he would. Matt’s heated gaze grips your jaw tightly.
“I want to cum in that pretty mouth of yours. Are you going to be a good girl and let me?” He asks.
You nod fast. He grabs your head and pushes it back to his cock, but instead of you taking control, it’s his turn. He holds your head still as he fucks your mouth. He’s not aggressive. Never is because he doesn’t want to hurt you, but he definitely is commanding the room and you with this control. You have your mouth open and just taking his cock like he wants you to.
“So pretty. Letting me fuck your mouth. I’m going to go all the way in, okay?” He moans.
You blink and look at him, a silent tell that it’s ok. Wanted even. He doesn’t need to be told twice. He pushes all the way in. His cock hits the back of your throat. You gag on it and some spit slides down your chin. Tears come out of your eyes from the contact. Matt moans at the sight. He does it again, smiling wickedly as you gag on his cock.
“Aw baby, like when you choke on my cock? Such a pretty slut you are for me.” Matt coos softly. He slowly pulls back and now is just fucking your mouth. His thumb wiping the tears from your eyes. He wipes the spit from your chin and brings it to his mouth and sucks it off. He groans.
“God, I love how you taste. My girl.” He whispers.
As he kept moving, his words became less and less coherent. Little curses and praises fall from his mouth. You hold onto his thighs for support, sucking when you have the chance, and you can feel him shaking. You know he is close.
You wrap your hands around the part that isn’t in your mouth, and you take back over. Sucking and stroking at a faster pace than he was doing. At this rate, you have one goal: make Matt cum in your mouth, let him feel good.
“You’re gonna make—” He tries to warn and pull away, but you hold him to you and go deeper, still sucking and stroking at an ungodly pace.
Both of his hands wrap into your hair, holding onto you to keep himself steady as his legs shake. A broken moan falls from his lips as he cums into your mouth, the hot and salty liquid spilling down your throat. You swallow him quickly, and just keep his cock inside your mouth until he softens, then you slowly let him slip free from your mouth.
You sit back on your knees, looking up at him. Matt’s chest moves with every breath, sweat beading at his brow. His hands move from your hair to frame your face, thumbs stroking your cheeks. Your lips are swollen, chin slick, eyes shining with satisfaction and something loving, just for him.
“I think you are trying to kill me.” His voice is raspy.
You smile, pressing a kiss to the pad of his thumb, then to his hip bone before standing. Matt pulls you into his arms, claiming your mouth in a slow, lingering kiss. The intimacy of it leaves you weak, clinging to him as if you could show him all the love you hold for him.
When you both pull away, his forehead leans against yours and whispers. “Thank you. I really needed that. Needed you.”
You kiss his jaw softly, your hands rubbing his back gently, all that tension melting from your touch. “Always. I love you.”
Matt grabs your hand and guides you to the bed, pulling you down and against him. He pulls the blankets over the both of you, wrapping his arms around you. You rest your head against his chest, hearing his heartbeat against your ear.
The moment stretches in a calm silence, both of you content just being together. His fingers are tracing lazy circles on your arm, grounding both of you into this moment of bliss. You yawn as you feel the slight traces of sleep coming over you.
As you start to drift off to sleep, Matt mumbles against your head, “It’s your turn tomorrow.”
You chuckle softly, placing a kiss on his chest. “Can’t wait.”
M yaps: I don't know if I have ever done a fic just solely based on a blowjob lmfaooo. Hope you enjoy!
“Without thinking, your hand lifts, tracing lightly just above where fabric meets skin. His body is hot beneath your fingertips, and you hear him take a sharp inhale of air.”
