you woke from your slumber to chris rubbing slow circles on your lower back, his arm drawn over your body. Protecting you. Your boyfriends eyes blinking tiredly as he flashes you a sleepy smile. "Did you just wake up as well?" You broke the comfortable silence. Chris cleared his throat and mumbled, "No, just been watching you for a while." He pulled you closer by his grip around your waist. Curling into a ball against his embrace.
The smell of chris' faint cologne lingered on his skin from the night before. His hair slightly tousled and messy. You always admired small things about his like this, such as his tiny amount of freckles that decorated his nose and cheeks. And how his lips always look so perfect and kissable, it drove you crazy how someone could be so beautiful.
But god, how could you forget. His eyes. The pretty blue orbs that could break glass. "What are'ya thinking about." Chris interrupted you thoughts. "Nothing, just how handsome you are." A quick blush rose to your cheeks admitting it, Chris nuzzled his head into your neck. His soft heavy breathing lulling you back to sleep.
But before you both drifted off again, a small peck landed on your lips from Chris. You leaned into his sweet touch without a thought and cupped his face gently. Chris' hands found their place back on your waist as you rested your forehead against his chest, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat created the perfect white noise for you to sleep to.
You both loved mornings like this.
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“Okay, what about… if a girl calls you daddy, you into that?”
“Definitely not,” Matt laughs from across the table, popping another french fry into his mouth. “Don’t say that to Chris, though. Might cream his pants.” You can’t help but laugh at his joke, knowing that he was only half kidding about his brother and his sexual tendencies.
“So, what, you just like when girls call you Matt in bed?” You ask, genuinely curious about your best friend’s interests when it comes to the bedroom. “Why are you even asking?” Matt wonders, pushing his food away and leaning back in his chair to look at you. “What do you like being called in bed?”
“Nuh uh,” you tsk at him, waving your index finger in his direction. “No turning this on me, I asked first. If you don’t want to tell me, that’s fine, too.”
Matt groans, running a quick hand through his hair and you watched as he dropped his arm back down over his chest, his hair falling back into the same exact place it was before he touched it, fluffy locks resting perfectly atop his head. “I guess it’s just not something I’ve ever talked about or experimented with. I haven’t been with that many people but it’s pretty… vanilla for the most part.” He sounds disappointed as he speaks, trying hide it with a small grin that doesn’t show his teeth.
You nod, standing up out of your chair to clean your trash, reaching over to grab his as well before walking over to the garbage can. “Have you ever considered talking to someone about it? Telling a girl what you’re into, feeding into your fantasies?” You ask him from across the room. He’s silent for a moment as he ponders your words, never really thinking about that option. He’d always figured that it would take a years long, committed relationship to get the satisfaction that he craved so badly with a woman. “Well, no,” he starts, turning his body on his chair to face you as you walk back to the table. “But it’s not like it’s that important, sex is sex, it’s almost good no matter what.”
You roll your eyes at this, leaning your hip against the table in front of him, staring down at the blue eyes that stared back up at you. “But sex is so much better when you incorporate your kinks and fantasies. C’mon, Matt, tell me what you like. This is a safe space,” you tease, pulling out the chair next to him to sit down, scooting close so your knees are touching.
He’s nervous at the closeness of your bodies, always a little bit intimidated by your confident demeanor and overall boldness when it came to conversations like this. It wasn’t like this was a topic that came up often, if at all really, but when you both got on the subject of talking about sex, Matt always felt like you had so much more experience than him, like you were so much better at it than he was, and it didn’t make him insecure in himself but it did make him wonder what you’d think if you truly saw how vanilla his sex life was.
“I don’t… really know,” he says honestly, shoulders drawing together timidly. “I guess I haven’t explored what I might like as much as you have.”
You’re understanding, giving him a small nod at his words, but you’re still not satisfied with what he’s saying. “Wanna figure it out?” You ask him, half serious and half just wanting to see how he reacts to your forwardness, and it’s worth it when you see the way his eyes widen and his cheeks redden, lips parting like he’s about to speak, then closing again, then opening once more. “W-what?!” He stammers, shaking his head like he’s trying to understand what you just said. “I’m just messing with you,” you smile, reaching forward to slap his thigh gently. “Unless you actually want to.”
Matt clears his throat, trying to will his blush to go away, not wanting you to see how much you really affected him sometimes. “N-no, I don’t think we need to… figure it out.” He answers finally, sounding anything but convincing. “You sure?” You ask, tilting your head as you lean forward towards him, your hand still on his thigh. “You don’t want me to help you sort out what you like to be called in bed?”
He’s shifting on his chair now, trying to scoot away and scoot closer at the same time, leg twitching nervously under your hand. He doesn’t answer, and that only prompts you to push him further, hand sliding up the fabric of his sweatpants slowly. You’re staring up at him through your lashes, head tilted down slightly to appear more submissive, catching his eye as he gazes back with an apprehensive expression. “Do you like to be called daddy?” You ask again, to which Matt silently shakes his head no. “Sir?” Another head shake. “Master?” Another.
You’re realizing as you speak, he’s becoming more meek, almost cowering against your intense watch, not reacting to the dominant words thrown his way, so you decide to switch it up, standing to your feet to peer down at him, shifting into a more commanding energy, your fingers sliding under his chin to tilt his head up towards you. “Do you like being called baby?” You start up again, and this time Matt looks like his eyes almost glaze over at your words, and he doesn’t shake his head. His reaction makes you smirk, feeling like you’re finally on the path to finding what he really loved. Your other hand comes up to thread through his hair gently, nails scratching his scalp. “Do you like… when I call you pretty? Or my pretty boy?”
Matt’s breath hitches in his throat when he hears that, eyebrows drawing together slightly. He’s still silent, but the way he shifts in his seat tells you everything you need to know. “Almost there,” you coo, using your hand on the back of his head to tilt his face up a bit more. “What is it? I’m getting closer, aren’t I, baby?” He nods lightly in response, keeping eye contact from where he sat below you. “You can touch me if you want to. Don’t have to keep those hands to yourself.”
His slender fingers come up almost immediately, hesitating about an inch away before he finally rested them on your bare thighs exposed by the length of your shorts. “Good boy,” you smile at him, and that’s when you see it, the way his eyes shift and gloss over completely and his lips part to make way for the air he sucks in. “Fuck,” he whispers, pressing into your skin gently.
“Is that it?” You ask sweetly, giving his hair a gentle tug. “You want someone to take control and tell you how good you are? How well you listen?” Matt instinctively nods in response, overwhelmed at the tone of your voice. “That’s so cute. What if you’re not a good boy?”
“I am,” he assures quickly, sliding his hands around the backs of your thighs to pull you in closer to him, his legs spreading to allow for you to step between them. “I promise I am.”
“Are you sure?” You ask him, brushing some hair away from his pretty eyes, your fingers tucking what they can behind his ear. He’s nodding quickly as he stares up at you, bright blue eyes more focused than they’d ever been. “Swear,” he says softly. “I-I can show you? How good I am, I mean.”
“You wanna show me?” You coo down to Matt, and he nods again, his fingertips gently kneading into the skin of your thighs. “Yes, please,” he replies sweetly. “How do you wanna show me, baby?”
Matt’s long eyelashes flutter slightly at the pet name, feeling butterflies in his stomach from the way your voice floated through the air. “However you want. Anything that’ll make you feel good.” You grin down at him, grabbing onto both sides of his face to keep his head tilted up towards you. “Maybe you are a good boy.”
“I am,” Matt breathes softly, sliding his hands up to grip your hips, rotating his body on his chair until he faces the table, moving you with him and helping you up onto the edge of the table, your ass resting gently on it. Once you’re settled in place with your thighs falling open, he stands up from his place and finds a home between your legs, your hands still resting on his face. “Can I show you?”
You’re staring up at him now, though you’re still in control. “Of course, baby,” you smile, dropping your hands from his face to rest behind you on the table, body angled away from him slightly. Matt grins and moves his hands to your waist, pulling your body as close to his as he could while his face dipped down into your neck, lips gently kissing your warm skin. “Mmm, Matt,” you sigh, eyes fluttering shut as your head falls back on your shoulders.
You didn’t allow yourself the time or space to think about how this would change the dynamic of yours and Matt’s relationship forever, fully melting into the moment transpiring in the kitchen you’ve been in hundreds of times.
His lips trail down to your collarbone, using his hands that rested lower on your body to pull your shirt down to expose more skin, but he still craved more. “Can I take this off of you?” Matt asks, pulling away to meet your eyes again. You pick your head up to nod at him and he immediately grabs onto the hem of the fabric, pulling it over your head.
Once your shirt is discarded on the floor, Matt brings his mouth back down to your chest, groaning softly into you. “So soft,” he mumbles. “So pretty.”
Your tongue slips out to wet your lips, skin already turning dry from the way you were drawing in deep breaths. “Thank you, baby,” you respond, trying your best to not lose yourself in the pleasure that was already coursing through you, wanting to fulfill Matt’s fantasies of submitting to you.
Matt’s hands are all over your skin, like he can’t get enough of you, hungry to feel you under his fingertips. “Can I take these off, too?” He asks when he touches the waistband of your shorts, dipping his thumbs into them impatiently. “Please.”
You push your weight onto one arm and use the other to grab him by his jaw, forcing his gaze on you. His eyes are hooded and his pupils are blown, already so lost in his desire to satisfy you. “Please, what?” You ask him, a small smirk falling over your lips.
“Fuck,” Matt groans, his nails digging into your skin slightly. You can feel his dick straining in his pants through the fabric of both of your clothes, dying to be touched, but he was willing to push his own pleasure down for your own. “Please… mommy,” he chokes out, eyebrows drawing together submissively. “Please, mama, wanna take these off and make you feel good.”
You stare into his eyes for a few moments in silence to process the way he begged so sweetly before you nodded your head, agreeing to let him strip you down. The second you approve, he’s frantically pulling at your shorts and underwear, pushing them down your legs until you kicked them off, leaving you in just a bra that you’re sure would end up on the floor along with everything else soon enough.
Matt pulled back to look at you and let his eyes trail over your nearly fully naked form, his mouth filling with saliva at the sight. You decide to just reach behind you and unclasp your bra quickly, sliding the straps down your arms until you could toss the piece of clothing away, leaving you exposed and vulnerable on the kitchen table. His breath catches in his throat as he looks at you, his hands itching for more.
“Wanna eat you out,” Matt says suddenly, eyes flitting up to meet yours. His head was tilted down slightly and the way he peered at you through his lashes mixed with the words he spoke made goosebumps form on your skin, feeling excited for what was to come. “Go ahead, baby,” you allow, lowering yourself onto your elbows and adjusting the way your ass was positioned so he had perfect access to your pussy.
“Thank you, mommy,” Matt whispered, taking a step back to admire you one more time. His eyes land on your bare, exposed core, your legs spread so he had the perfect view. “So pretty,” he sighs again, more to himself than anything.
You smile to yourself at his words, letting your legs fall apart even more. You shifted your weight onto one arm to reach your hand down to let your fingers glide through your folds that were gradually getting wetter, spreading them apart gently. “C’mon, baby. Use that pretty mouth on mommy’s pussy, don’t wanna keep me waiting, do you?”
Matt immediately shakes his head and uses his hands to push you a bit further up on the table, his body hinging at his hips to bring his face down to meet your body, lips gently and hesitantly pressing against your inner thigh. “You smell so good,” he sighs softly, inhaling deeply through his nose as his teeth nip into your skin.
“Thank you,” you respond, body thrumming in anticipation. A small gasp left your lips as Matt finally dipped his head down and placed a soft kiss on your clit, pulling back to admire the way your pussy glistened under the kitchen lights. He’s only staring for a moment before he lets his hunger take over and he attaches his mouth to you, tongue flattening to taste as much as you as he could.
The moan that left your mouth was guttural, filling the space around your bodies and flooding Matt’s ears like a ballad, the sound only spurring him on. You drop down onto your back on the table to allow yourself to tangle both hands in his hair and hold him close to you as he starts eating you out, his own hands gripping onto your thighs tightly.
“That’s it, baby,” you praise, your eyes fluttering shut as you focus on the feeling of his mouth on you. Matt’s letting out his own small moans at the taste of you, like he couldn’t even control the noises flowing out of him, a primal desire taking over his senses.
He lets out a small whimper as you tug on his hair, the sound making your pussy throb longingly, your hole clenching around nothing. Matt feels this and slides his hand around your thigh to meet his mouth, his two middle fingers dipping into you easily from how wet you were. “Oh my god,” you gasp at the feeling, back arching off of the table. “Y-your fingers are so long, Matt.”
He pulls away from your core, fingers stilled inside you as he looks down at your face, soaking in the way your body yearned for him. “Do they feel good?” He asked quietly, barely audible over your heavy breathing. You nodded quickly, cracking your eyes open to look up at him. “Yes, baby, so good. Can you move them?”
Matt grins and places a gentle kiss to your knee before sliding his fingers out of you and a tantalizingly slow pace before pushing them back in, curling them once they were fully inside you. “You sound so pretty,” he gushes, ears tinting red.
“Thank you,” you whine. “You’re being so good for me, baby.” Matt’s eyes widen at your words, flashing with an expression you never knew you needed to experience. He places one more kiss on the inside of your thigh before dropping back down to latch his mouth onto you, fingers and tongue working in tandem to bring you closer to your peak.
“Fuck, that’s it, Matt. Making mommy feel so good right now, don’t stop.” You groan out your words breathlessly, tugging on his hair rougher than you’d meant to. He loved it, though, his soft moans vibrating over your clit.
Matt kept up his movements, sucking your clit into his mouth while curling his fingers inside of you, soaking in the sweet sounds that left your lips. Once he felt your thighs starting to shake on either side of his head, he decided to switch up the way he was fucking you with his fingers, adding in his index finger and twisting them as he pushed inside, ripping a gasp from your lungs. “Fuck, Matt!” You cry out, thighs clamping shut. His pace never wavered, driving his fingers in and out of you and twisting them every time, the squelch of your arousal sounding throughout the kitchen.
“Cum on my face,” Matt mumbles into your skin, his own chest heaving in anticipation. “Please, mommy, please, I need to feel you cum on my fingers.”
Matt’s pleading words send you over the edge, your orgasm crashing into you. “Oh my, nnghh, Matt, fuck, baby,” you slurred all your words together as your body shook, fingertips digging into Matt’s scalp as he coaxed you through your climax, ankles locking on his back to hold him close to you.
Matt’s mouth and fingers only faltered once he felt you coming down, pulling his lips away from your clit to press a gentle kiss on top of your pubic bone, letting out a loud sigh of relief himself. “Was I good?” He asked nervously, his eyes trailing up your body, landing on your face that was covered in a thin layer of sweat.
You let your legs fall open and he takes this chance to grab you by your hips and slide you back towards him on the table until you were able to wrap them around his waist, his mouth peppering sweet kisses on your torso until he was smiling down at you.
You let a small laugh escape your lips as you nod, moving some of Matt’s curls from his face. “Yes, baby, so good,” you praise, staring up into his excited eyes. “Best orgasm ever, actually. I’m not sure if I can let this be a one time thing, not when you were such a good boy.”
Matt’s cheeks tint a darker pink when he hears that, a shy grin taking over his features. “You really mean it?” He inquires. You nod again, pushing yourself up onto your elbows to kiss his cheek gently. “I mean it. Do you want me to take care of you?”
He clears his throat and looks down, standing up a little straighter to get a view of his crotch. You’re curious and also let your eyes fall down, giggling quietly when you see the large wet patch seeping through his grey sweatpants. “Did you cum in your pants?” You ask him teasingly.
“I’m sorry!” Matt whines, looking back up at your face. “You just tasted so good and sounded so pretty and you said all the right things. I couldn’t help it.”
You couldn’t stop the way your heart picked up again, even after just settling down, at the way he apologized and whined for you. “Maybe you’re not such a good boy after all,” you smirk up at him. “Does mommy need to punish her pretty boy?”
Matt grins and wraps his arms around your back, lifting you into a sitting position. “I’m so sorry,” he drones, dragging out his vowels. “Let me make it up to you?”
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