in which . . . dilf!matt loves eating your pussy <3
matt’s favorite thing to do is eat your pussy until you’re shaking and can’t remember how to speak properly.
after work? your pussy.
just waking up? your pussy.
if he’s having a rough day? your pussy.
he’d be between your legs for hours everyday if you’d let him—making you cum as many times as he could before you’d have to tap out. and you usually did. just like today.
you’d already lost count of how many times he’s made you cum with just his tongue alone.
his hands were gripping the under side of your thighs, fingers digging into the soft flesh as he pushed your legs closer to your chest, opening you wider for him. a breathy moan fell from your lips, back arching as his mouth latched to your clit.
“mmph—fuck,” you whined, hands tangled in his hair as you tugged. you weren’t sure if you wanted him closer or wanted to push him away with how overstimulated you’ve grown.
matt just groaned into you, the vibrations making you gasp. his fingers flexed under your thighs, pushing them even higher, eyes looking up at you. “mm c’mon sweetheart, hold em’ open f’me.” he muttered.
you whined, instinctively trying to drop your legs as he let them go, you but moved your hands—sliding them under your thighs to hold yourself open for him. he hummed against you approvingly, thumbs sliding to spread your pussy open. “look at her,” he groaned, pulling back to admire the shine coating you. “pretty pussy’s been cryin’ all day for me. she missed me, didn’t she?”
you whimpered, nodding your head shamelessly. he just grinned before leaning in again, his tongue dragging a slow stripe up your pussy before latching onto your clit once more. “oh, matt!” you squeaked, your fingers slipping slightly under your legs as your thighs tried to tremble shut.
“uh-uh,” he whispered, hands moving to grab your thighs again, his mouth still sucking your clit. he was alternated between harsh sucks and slow swirls of his tongue now—the sensation almost too much for you to handle. “keep em’ open or i’ll stop.”
a strangled sound caught in your throat at the warning, your head shaking slightly as you whispered a few ‘no’s’.
your thighs instinctively twitched inward again, but you forced them back open, body shaking so hard you weren’t sure you’d be able to keep holding yourself like this for much longer. you tightened your grip on the underside of your thighs a little more, breath stuttering as you tried so hard to not let them go.
though it didn’t help when all you wanted to do was melt back against the cushions—do nothing but let him handle you and use you until he’s satisfied.
“there you go,” he murmured against you, his words vibrating against your clit. “such a good girl.” a louder moan tumbled out of you before you could stop it.
he slid one hand up until his palm rested on your lower belly, pressing down slightly to keep you from moving any more than you already were. “i’m not done with this fuckin’ pussy.” he muttered, giving your clit a gentle nip that made your hips jerk up into his mouth.
Synopsis. (!) Two assignments overdue: your law professor and your history professor.
Objective: After teasing them all semester, Professor Higuruma Hiromi and Professor Nanami Kento…snap.
Time: At the same time.
Pairing. Nanami Kento x Reader x Higuruma Hiromi
Content. MDNI, fem!reader, history professor!Nanami, law professor!Higuruma, college AU, you’re such a TEASE, driving them wiId, they’re overworked, they’re older, tutoring, STERN Nanami, fíngering, rings, p sIapping, p talking, chokíng, rídin’ Higuruma’s nose, oraI (m + f), pússydrunk Higuruma, manhandIing, dragging, running from it, bíting, BOTH, fuII neIsons, bIindfolds, guessing, DP, SAME TIME, spítting, DÚMBlFICATlON, cervíx smoochin’, big stretches, they’re FÉRAL, creampíes, cúmpIay, slight cúmfIation, surprise at the end, pet names, swéaring.
Word count. 13.2k
A/N. You babygirls said you wanted more law professor!Higuruma so…I said why not have BOTH?!
He had you next hour.
Professor Nanami Kento - head of the History Department, PhD with Distinction - had you in his next class.
And he wasn’t even half as prepared as he should be: the coffee-maker in the staff room had broken down.
Goodness knows how many times the blond-haired man has haunted that very station. Slouched over, sighing, sipping on his seventh coffee of the day.
And although he could blame it all on the higher-ups and their stingy funding, or perhaps the frat boys of Delta Jujutsu Pi that’ve made it a challenge to sneak inside—he blames you. He wouldn’t even have latched onto such a respite had it not been for the way you made his blood pressure rise…in all sorts of ways.
Nanami’s eyes glaze over, and his hand absent-mindedly drifts between his legs. Perhaps if he got his pent-up energy out first…
“Kento.” A knock at his cubicle. And Nanami jolts his hand away as though it burned-
It was Professor Higuruma Hiromi.
The head of the Law Department. Also PhD with Distinction. The man with dark circles and even darker suits, all prim and poised as he waded through the hallways with his stacks of documents—of course, Nanami was one for suits, as well.
They really brought out his broad shoulders- at least, that’s what you told him.
Another reason why he needs the coffee.
Fuck.
Nanami attempts to even out his breathing as he looks up. “Hiromi.”
If Higuruma thought anything of Nanami’s startled reaction, he makes no indication. Instead he holds up a slim file in his hand, “Are you free? Could you help me with looking over this essay?”
“Of course.”
They were the only two in the staff room right now, besides- anything to take his mind off of you.
Nanami adjusts the gold-rimmed glasses on his face before he takes the file from him. Flipping it open to find a jumble of justice and law jargon that his history-inclined brain balks at—“I never thought you’d want a history professor’s opinion on an essay about…” He squints at the title, “-the scope of judicial power and judicial review. Does this have any names of 14th century shoguns that you need me to check?”
“No- no.” Higuruma runs a hand down his face, though Nanami gets the impression that it wasn’t for him. Rather it was for whatever ravaged at the man inside- making him look up at the ceiling with a hollow sigh—“Man, I need some coffee today.”
“Understandable.” Nanami pushes his glasses up.
“The machine’s broken, right?”
“Right.”
Higuruma only lets out another sigh that Nanami relates to well.
“If it helps, Dean Yaga said it’d be fixed by tomorrow.” Nanami attempts- he never was the type of sociable guy some of the other professors were. But he gets the feeling that Higuruma was the same.
He runs a hand down his face one last time- “That’s too late, I have tutoring this evening with…” And how Nanami Kento related to that, as well. Before he seems to shake himself out of it- somewhat. “It’s alright, could you just check the grammatical and citation stuff for me?”
“Of course.” As Higuruma leans against the partition and waits, the other professor skims through the writing. It wasn’t half bad, to be quite honest, and had it been for his own class then he would’ve given it an A—none too many mistakes except for the odd careless error. At least it was human-made.
After a while of silence, Nanami’s partway through the conclusion when he asks. “Did you happen to get tired of looking through so many essays?”
“No, it’s just…” The dark-haired man sighs once more- for about the twelfth time since he came in. “-this student, you know?”
Nanami nods—he did know. “Trouble student?”
“Not quite.” He almost gulps.
Nanami narrows his eyes. “Doesn’t attend?”
“No, she attends every class.”
“Then what?” He leans back in his chair, essay forgotten now. “The legacy kid? The credit-chaser? The class clown that isn’t actually funny?”
Higuruma cuts through them all with a fierce shake of his head. “No, no, and no—” Almost gulping. “It’s just that this student is a little…distracting.”
The tips of his ears were red.
Instantly, Higuruma looks like he regrets it.
“F-forget I said anything-”
He does.
But Nanami looks squarely at the other man.
“I have a student like that, too.”
The law professor looks at him in wary interest. “Oh?”
“My star student, actually.” Pushing his glasses up, he opens up one of his cabinets and pulls out a thick, paper-stuffed file. And though Nanami Kento does collect his students’ work for the semester to review, he never does keep them quite so close - none other than yours.
Higuruma looks through them with slightly widened eyes. “All hers?”
Nanami nods, “So diligent that it’s almost distracting.”
Higuruma pulls out an empty chair beside Nanami and sits. Legs spread. Dark eyes thoughtful. “Mine, too.” He starts—“Never have I had a student ask for so many hours of extra tutoring.”
“Mine’s basically set up a tent in my office.” Nanami chuckles- though he can’t deny the slight pang it sends down to his cock. “Always taking on more assignments for extra credit, always answering questions first-”
“Always first in class and last to leave?”
“Exactly.” Nanami agrees. And he leans a hand on his desk as he watches the other man go through those papers - they were some of his most prized possessions, he feared to admit. Words from your heart. Swooping slashes of ink from your hands.
It was a part of you in those papers that Nanami Kento held dear to him- fuck, it was a part of you that sometimes he’d bring up to his greedy nose and sniff. Almost as if he could feel your skin through these very parchments.
It made him so fuckin’ hard.
But Higuruma didn’t need to know that.
Though the careful manner in which he handled those papers - how he leaned in just a little to drown in the ink - made him wonder…
“Always wearing the skimpiest skirt to class?”
And the other man looks up in shock- as though conveying something in his silence. Oh.
He flips the file over to look at the name typed-out on the cover, and it reads—yours. Ultimately, he continues—“A-always sittin’ in the front row with her legs spread just a bit?”
Nanami nods. “Always leaning over the desk when she has to speak in private.”
There’s a slight hardening within Higuruma’s eyes - though not of any unpleasant kind - it’s almost as if something deep and carnal was stirring awake right now. “Always wearing the prettiest black lace underneath?”
“She wears baby pink for me.” Nanami can’t help but smile.
“Fuck.” Higuruma runs a hand down his face again- and if Nanami didn’t know any better then he would’ve sworn that the other professor looked even more weary than when he first came in here. “And her panties-”
“Matching set.” Nanami responds without missing a beat - and he knows he’s some ol’ pervert for this.
He knows he is.
But he also knows about the smile that’d spread across your face the moment you’d realized he’d seen. “Bent over too low when picking her pen up one class.”
“Fucking—fuck.” Higuruma sounds agonized.
Nanami leans back in his chair, making it bounce a little bit. With a slightly breathless sigh leaving him, and his cock hardening even more in his pants–he’s forced to manspread under the table a little more. “She’s a needy lil’ thing, isn’t she?”
“That’s putting it lightly.” Higuruma’s lips quirk up into a sensual smile - as if he was reminiscing on the memories. “Wanting to fuck her professors? Seriously?”
“Believe she’s thought of both of us at the same time?”
“Don’t even say that-” The law professor looks around, even though there was no one else here. Looking back at the man with somewhat pleading eyes, “I have tutoring with her this evening. If I can’t even fucking grade her essay without getting a hard-on then what d’you think will happen if I’m thinking of that—?”
“Oh…” Nanami hums to himself, hands lacing in front of him. The coffee-machine really was broken. “-maybe that won’t be an issue.”
Higuruma glances at him with furrowed brows, “How so?”
“What time is your tutoring with her?”
“You mean…”
The blond man shrugs coyly- “I’m not implying anything…but which one of us two do you think is her favorite?”
“And people think you’re the gentleman of us two.” Higuruma grumbles but ultimately spits out the time. It seems you’d opted for tuition classes with your law professor in the after-hours—when the offices were snug, and the department was empty. And he feels his cock perk up at the fact- how many times has he raced back home to plunge into a cold bath after your tuition classes? How many times has his shower heard your name whispered? “I’m most definitely the favorite, by the way-”
So lost in his thought, Nanami nearly doesn’t catch the sentence. He looks over at Higuruma. “Does she call you ‘sir’, too?”
“She does.”
“Well, then we’ll find out, won’t we?”
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The two hottest professors on campus.
Higuruma Hiromi (38) with his sleek-cut suits, his polished shoes, and those sleepy eyes that seemed to stare into the depths of your soul. The depths of your body - exposed underneath him. He was a stern teacher, not afraid to make you do an assignment over and over and over again…(and you gladly would). Higuruma’s justice classes made you…wet you had to admit, hearing him bark out simulations of court cases. Orders. Commands.
You could practically hear a sigh echo out across the room every time he acted out his attorney days.
Every time he banged his gavel down made your knees weak.
It was no wonder that students in the law department tittered n’ scattered any time the ruggedly handsome professor walked past.
On the other hand was your history professor.
Nanami Kento (31) with his beefier build, his strong arms, his gentle eyes—twinkling down kindly upon you every time he corrected a mistake. Which - you have to confess - you’ve made a few more times than you really had to, just to feel his molten gaze upon you again and again. He often caused your heart (and something else entirely) to flutter at the deep musicality of his voice, managing to make even the most boring of history passages something interesting. Something that swept the class up easily.
Nanami was reputed around campus for being a complete gentleman - never looking down upon someone, never letting them walk in after him, never letting them pay him a compliment without receiving a sweet one back.
The dream husband.
The stern and the nice.
Both of them- frat guys hated them.
It hadn’t been intentional to join both their classes- honest!
But after seeing them on your first day, how could you not commit to maintaining a spotless attendance? You had a sneaking suspicion that the rest of the class behaved in the same manner for much the same reason - though none took it quite as far as you.
The skirts. The extra credit. The bending.
Speaking honestly, you were a teacher’s pet. Through and through.
And the tightness in their pants whenever you left a class told you- they were the best professors. To you, that is.
Which is why you’d been a little less than happy when Professor Higuruma had told you that someone might be joining your weekly tutoring.
Invigilated tutoring?
What the hell was invigilated tutoring?!
You admit that you’d been forced to hold back a groan of disappointment. Picking such late hours had been a conscious decision—right up there with those tight pencil skirts that you knew your law professor loved but would never admit to.
Professor Nanami was more the type to like free, flirty pleats that barely reached your thigh - and you loved the way his eyes would follow them behind those glasses of his. Even though he pretended they didn’t.
And right now you were wearing a mix of both.
Tight on top, flared at the bottom
Seated opposite his desk - thighs shut, skirt pulled down as low as it would go - more concentrated than you’d ever been during one of these tutoring sessions. It’s been about half an hour since the start of today’s tuition. Higuruma’s office was a cosy space, decked out in the most expensive-looking mahogany banisters, and shelves, and a witness box in the far corner.
It gleamed at the light—down knowingly at you, almost as if waiting for you to make a move.
But how could you? If there was a potential visitor, then you didn’t want to risk Higuruma’s job- as much as you loved teasing your two hot professors, it wouldn’t do to get them fired!
So you kept your hands and your skirts to yourself.
And even Higuruma himself had his eyes raised, possibly wondering why you hadn’t leaned over his desk or lingered a touch at his shoulder for help.
But oh, how you wanted to…
The professor looks down at his watch, “He’s late.”
You’re glancing at the closed door, “Maybe the invigilator isn’t coming?”
“Oh, he will.” Higuruma crosses his arms and leans back in his chair. “Trust me, he won’t miss this.”
A shiver runs down your spine.
You wondered what made him so sure.
And yet, you edge closer over the desk to him anyways.
It’s about forty-five minutes into your tutoring session when the door you’ve been sneaking glimpses of this entire time- clicks! And a looming figure walks into the room, his figure nearly taking up the whole frame.
Your jaw drops as you realize—
It’s Professor Nanami.
“Ah- Kento.” Higuruma beckons him over warmly- and you’re nearly suffering from whiplash from watching the two interact. These two are close?! Professor Nanami had been completely normal during your last class, if just a little more distracted than usual - and what was this? “We’ve been waiting.”
He looks at you as he says this.
“I had to penalize a student for missing a few assignments.” Nanami says smoothly, before bringing up a chair beside you and taking his seat. His movements were fluid and precise - as if he wasn’t questioning for a single moment why you were here so late, why you were dressed like that for him, and why you were so damn close.
You’d been staring into his handsome face for so long that he clears his throat. “Continue.”
“S-sir?” You’re chirping- and in your peripheral vision, Higuruma shuffles in his chair.
“Continue.” Nanami repeats in a stern tone. You don’t think you’ve ever heard him sound like that—“Just as you are. I would like to take notes for teaching my own classes.”
“You heard what he said.” Higuruma nods- and now you’re looking his way to see the most knowing smile on his face. “Continue, angel.”
Your thighs squeeze at the pet name.
Nanami quirks a blond brow and notes something down.
And so you’re ducking back into your work—
“Your blouse button is undone.”
Slightly gasping, you’re reaching down to fix it-
“No, don’t button it.” He interrupts you with his low tone, gravelly with something you can’t pinpoint. You’re looking up at Nanami to find his gaze unwavering from you already- “I was merely noting it. Nothing to fix.”
“But-”
“You unbutton it for my class, too, don’t you?” He asks, and you’re unsure what to say-
“Answer when your teacher speaks to you.” Higuruma’s humming tone echoes—and from the sound of it, he was thoroughly enjoying this. He cocks his head down at you, “Or haven’t they taught you that yet?”
“Th-they have.” You’re squirming in your seat, a slight heat simmering in your stomach. You turn to Nanami, “And I do.”
“Hm.” With nothing more said- he writes something else down in his notes.
And you think you’re in the clear.
For now.
It’s barely a few sentences later on your work that Nanami speaks up again-
“Your feet are touching his.”
You pull away-
“You’ve been writing the same sentence over and over.”
Your hand pauses-
“Your thighs are parted more so than before.”
Immediately, you’re smacking them back shut again- you hadn’t even realized. And how the hell had Nanami even seen?
And you could practically hear the smug smile in his voice - so unlike everything you know of him - as he continues. “And your bra is peeking out.”
“Never seen one before?” You mutter underneath your breath, just about to fix your collar (that you’d very purposefully left open)—
Before Nanami’s voice cuts through again. “Never seen one of yours in black before, is what.” Even as you’re looking at him in slight sensual shock- he doesn’t look up from his papers. “What happened to the baby pink you show-off in my class?”
And Higuruma merely leans back and smiles. “Black is my favorite color, remember?”
“How could I forget?” The history professor answers.
“Though I myself am curious about this baby pink of yours…”
And you have nothing else to do but gape- they knew.
Oh, how they both knew by now.
And by the looks in their eyes, they’d been dying for this very moment.
To confront how you’d been toying n’ teasing them all semester through now- enough so that they’ve apparently begun trading secrets about their unruly star student. You knew that Higuruma tended to have his ears grow hot and red any time he bumped into you in the hallway, and that Nanami would loosen his tie as if undressing whenever you wore a particularly scandalous thing to class - but you hadn’t known they’d been pushed…to this extent.
And you were glad for it.
So you sigh—slouching back in your chair. “So you both know. What now then? Do I get written up or something?”
But Nanami only looks at you through his glasses. “Sit up straight.”
He’s never uttered a command like that in his entire life during your usual lectures. And when you don’t move - merely looking at the blond man with raised brows - Higuruma pipes up. “You best listen to him now, angel.”
“Oh please.” Fluttering your lashes at them both. “And what’re you gonna do about it?”
Higuruma looks at Nanami.
Nanami calmly puts his notes down on the other’s table, and looks at you.
“Why-” He pushes his glasses up his handsome nosebridge. “-teach you a lesson, of course.”
“Both of you?” You could feel the elated giggles bubbling up in your throat- and you could feel the space between your legs start to grow wetter already. Looking between both of them—“Do it then.”
And then it’s a blur - you don’t know where Higuruma’s lips end and yours begin. He’s reached over the surface of his desk to kiss you like a starved man- and he groooans into that very kiss like you were the sweetest thing he’s ever tasted. Hand on your cheek.
The tips of his canines start nibblin’ on your lower lip- and you’re kissing him back even deeper. “Shit-” Higuruma’s husky tone scorches across your face, “Shit, I’ve been wanting to do this for so fucking long.”
“Mmm, you kiss like husband material.” You’re giggling into the kiss. Both of your hands end up on his shoulders, and you could feel the shifting of his muscles through his slim suit.
“Shit- and you talk like trouble.” He echoes out in an almost pained tone- like every second that his lips were away from yours ached.
And those plump, pursed lips press against yours once more—so much sweeter than you would have expected this booming lawyer to kiss. He’s using the hand on your cheek to tilt down your chin- “May I?” Before the short nod you give lets him slither his tongue in wetly, lappin’ at your sweetest taste. “Shit, you’re really like sugar on my tongue.”
And you’re whining into the fervent kiss, letting it go on for a few more minutes before you’re breaking away with the most lecherous plop! And a thoroughly flushed professor chasing after your lips drunkenly-
“And what about you…” You’re kissing down Higuruma’s sharp jawline, looking at the other man who’d been sitting quietly this entire time. “-sir? Haven’t you wanted to kiss me even once this semester?”
Nanami shivers but he hides it well. Uncrossing his legs and revealing the most rock-hard, aching bulge between his legs—“Kiss? Perhaps.”
And you’re gulping at the sight.
Higuruma scoffs out a slight burst of laughter. “Perhaps.”
“But I’m a gentleman, my love.” Nanami continues, leaning back in that luxurious armchair. He takes off his coat to reveal a pale blue button-up, and beneath that was revealed the most chiselled body you’ve ever seen. He pushes his sleeves up to his elbows and beckons towards you. Manspread. Lap so welcoming. “Which means I’ve thought of far, far worse.”
Higuruma - with a final sloppy kiss plastered across your mouth - lets you walk over to Nanami.
Which you do on wobbly legs- plopping down unceremoniously on his lap. More than enough space there for you. He wastes no time bending you into shape in his strong arms, flipping you around to face the other man, and spreading your legs wiiiiiiide open-
Riiiiiip—!
“Whoops.” Nanami’s thoroughly unapologetic tone gruffs against the shell of your ear. Two of his vein-covered forearms were hooked underneath your elbows, and Nanami looks on boredly at the clean split down your skirt—“I always thought you’d look better without these anyway.”
Before he’s spreading your legs even further across his lap. Tearing it even more.
Exposing you for nothing but your tremblin’ legs and those drenched panties. Pretty black in color.
So lacy that it was practically nothing.
Higuruma’s eyes widen, “Dirty girl.”
Nanami breathes, “No, that’s called being a slut.” And shock runs through your body at his words- at Nanami ‘Gentleman’ Kento’s words. Before it’s suddenly overtaken by the sudden feeling of him smearin’ aside your panties and stuffin’ his fingers inside.
Those thick crowns dooooown to the golden ring on his middle finger.
They were long and thick. Swirling and swirling the tip of his digit right ‘round your clit- and when you’re shuddering and unable to take it any longer—he pulls away and licks off that excess slick with a slurp!
Humming to himself as though it was the greatest delicacy in the world. “One thing you should know about me, darling, is that just because I’m gentleman-” And you’d been so caught up in his ragged tone, you didn’t even realize that he’d snaked his hand back down between your legs. “-doesn’t mean that I’m not depraved.”
And he’s ending off the sentence not with a full stop- no, but with a sudden shove of his fingertips between your folds. So swollen n’ sweet with slick.
You buck and he lurches his hand out to slap you on top of your pussylips.
“Down, darling.”
“Please…” You don’t even know what you’re begging for.
But Nanami’s mouth waters already at the sound of it, and he’s keeping it at bay by pushing n’ pulling on the first ring of muscle at your cunt. “I said down.”
Head throwing back against his collarbone. “Oh.”
Fucking you with just the first inches of his fingers- “It doesn’t mean that m’not desperate.” Continuing as though your eyes weren’t bulging, as though your legs weren’t shaking, as though you weren’t arching off of his muscular chest. “It doesn’t mean that m’not ready to debase this pussy like she deserves.”
“Y-you mean—” You’re hiccuping, eyes starting to water at the sheer raw stretch. It was the type that left your pussy burning in the most delicious way - the feeling of having Nanami Kento’s scourin’ fingertips eager to enter your cunt. “-that whole gentleman thing was just a lie?”
“It’s not.” He responds. Final. His blond strands fall over his forehead as he keeps his eyes locked on your glistening hole, scissoring his fingers at that entrance n’ spreading you even wider. “I’m nice…”
Adding in a third finger before you’re even registering his second.
“-to everyone but this slutty pussy, that is.”
“Sh-shit—” Mewling at the top of your lungs, you’re clawing down Nanami’s strong forearms. They were the perfect thing to hold onto- just about the only thing you could hold onto as he utterly ruined your pussy with short, jerking thrusts.
Bulging the sides of your velvety walls open with his globular tips.
Cold metal ring shocking you.
So thick that he manages to probe into a few of your sensitive spots without even trying. Dragging his flexible fingers across every inch of you.
Scissoring and opening up and scissoring—deep.
Tears track down your cheeks at the sheer stimulation.
“Go easy on her, Kento.” Higuruma can’t help but groan at the sight of your pretty crying face. And soon enough, you’re hearing the metallic clinking of a belt buckle- “Don’t want to break our star student, now, do we?”
Nanami purrs against your temple. “Mmm, I don’t mind.”
“Just remember that she’s tutoring with me.”
The sound of Higuruma’s belt hitting the polished wooden floorboards is enough to make your eyes startle open- and oh, how you’re so glad it did.
Because then you’re greeted with the sight before you: of Higuruma Hiromi in utter ecstasy. All because of you.
He’d taken your seat from prior, chair angled perfectly to face the show taking place in front of him.
Where Nanami had your legs spread aaaaaall the way as far as they would go - until Nanami could hear your joints threatening to pop - and facing the dark-haired man. His dark eyes glinted as they stared down at your glistening hole, swallowing Nanami’s rams easily.
Slurps n’ squelches emanating like music.
Cunt dripping everywhere over the history teacher’s tight trousers. And the larger that puddle you were forming seemed to grow, the harder Nanami’s hammerin’ pace seemed to become.
You could barely keep your eyes open long enough to see Higuruma tug down his black pants- that throbbing erection of his making an appearance. He wraps his hands around his thickened base and starts tugging, soft grunts leaving his mouth at the rapid pull-pull-pull of his cock. “Shit, she’s so fucking wet- be a little nicer with that pussy o’ hers, would you?”
“Hmmm…I don’t think she deserves it.” And with that said, Nanami plants yet another sodden spank on top of your cunt. Ring grazing your front- “She hasn’t learned her lesson yet, has she?”
That stinging sensation zaps throughout your entire body and makes you buck. “I-I have—”
Before yet another thwack! of Nanami’s calloused fingertips follow.
Harder, this time.
“I was talking to this pussy, actually.”
And he doesn’t even wait for the primal sting to pass by before openin’ your cunt up and thrusting his fingers inside again. In and out.
Push after push into your gooey depths.
You’re so sensitive n’ wet by this point that even the slightest movements have you emanating out the loudest sounds. Squelches upon squelches—every time he’s hitting a spot deep inside your hole. “Mhmm…mmmhm.” You could feel Nanami’s head slightly nodding above your own, as if locked deeply in a conversation with your pussy’s sounds. Just one whine of yours and he’s spankin’ on you once more- “Wait your turn, my love. She’s talking t’me.”
And Higuruma- ah, Higuruma has the audacity to snicker at the action. “Now that’s just bullying, Kento.”
“Is it?” He’s slappin’ down on your pussylips once more. Listening for the sound, “She says it isn’t so.”
You’re sending a narrowed glare his way that makes the law professor roll his eyes fondly.
“Oh, alright alright-” And he half-heartedly waves off at his colleague. “Be a little nicer to my dear student, won’t you?”
“Spoiled brat.” Yet another spank. Nanami sinks his canines into the shell of your ear, and he’s tuggin’ and teasing—he’s spreading his legs even further and settling you down. With your back against his rippling chest, he pushes and pushes his greedy fingers inside your pussy. “And why do you think you- hah, deserve that, huh? Haven’t you been fucking torturing us all semester long now?”
Higuruma groans. “Can’t deny that, angel.” His hands fly even faster up and down his cock- ravaged and reddened with need.
“Mhmmmm.” The blond-haired man agrees, “Haven’t you been wearing those slutty skirts expecting to get fucked in them? Haven’t you- fuck, haven’t you been wearing that damn lingerie hoping we’d take a peak? Aren’t I right?”
He waits for your pussy to answer first- and then you’re answering. “I-I mean-” Attempting to.
“Haven’t you been bendin’ over and shit just because you wanted to show up in our wildest dreams? To consume our thoughts and make our cocks twitch?”
“Well-”
“And we did.” Higuruma pipes up next. He was so needy that he was practically bucking off of his chair, making it creak with movement. Short, jerky thrusts.
“Oh, yes we did.” Nanami continues. He leans down to your ear, as if exposing a secret- “I’d look forward to our classes everyday, my love. I’d have to fuck my fist raw before class- just so I wouldn’t fuck you senseless in front of everyone like how you were begging me to.”
Higuruma moans as he thumbs down the line of his flared tip - that pinkish, slippery line. He twitches as though he’s near to cumming already. “Me- me, too…”
“And you still expect me to be a gentleman?”
You’re restless, opening your mouth to defend yourself and—
Nanami only leans down and spits a glittery wad of spit between your pursed lips. “Don’t talk when the teacher’s talking, darling.”
And your ears pop with pressure-
He’s hittin’ the plushness of his palm against your pussy with a loud smack! Smearing the curves n’ divots of his fingers dooooooown and up your walls, down and up.
His crown fingertips reach for your deepest innards- and you swear you can feel him stroking your very cervix. Runnin’ his frigid ring across your walls.
Drawing a few lines and marking his placement right back there, before he tunnels his digits at a frenzied pace - fingers almost nothing but a pale blur between your legs. His speed is so feverish that it leaves your sheen tricklin’ all down your thighs.
Trickling and trickling and—
And then you feel Nanami hook his fingers against your g-spot.
The pleasure shoots up your body like a lightning strike, “O-oh my god—right there, Kento.”
“Kento? Who’s Kento?” Nanami doesn’t even falter his fingering to answer, cooing in that tone that you’d almost mistake for something sweet. “I think you meant sir-”
“S—fuck.”
“Say it.” He huffs against the side of your face. Teeth almost out for blood- “Say it. Call me ‘sir’ or you don’t get to cum.”
“I—”
“Say it.” Higuruma, to your surprise, echoes from his seat. Where he had his gaze burning into your spread-open pussy n’ his mouth drooling at the vision of you—“Say it, angel. I need to see that pretty pussy cum.” Hands rubbing faster and faster-
“She deserves to cum, mhm.” Nanami nods. “But do you, huh?”
“I-I do.” You’re nodding up at your desperate professors. One just barely in your line of vision- but his fingers were working up such a storm. His slightly-tanned arms pinning you down, working your pussy open, hitting that target of your g-spot like a cute button. Again and again—
Blond hair ruffled. Glasses slipping down his sweaty nosebridge.
And then the other one that was just creamin’ his precum down his hands. With his hands on his swollen erection - one of them creating a tunnel for him to fuck his fist, the other flattening over his dribblin’ divot to stop from cumming already.
Sleepy eyes half-lidded. His pale thighs shivering as they bucked n’ rutted.
And the vision itself is enough to make you cum- but then again it just felt so good on Nanami’s hands, and underneath Higuruma’s gaze. So you can’t help but let your lips wobble open—“P-please let me cum-” Stars bursting behind your vision once Nanami presses down on your clit as well. “-sirs.”
The two older men look at each other.
“Sirs?” Higuruma asks, voice breathless with ecstasy.
“She just begged for both of us.” Nanami grumbles out - though not quite unhappily. It made his cock twitch deep in his pants to have you whimperin’ like this, and he continues. “Alright then, you slutty pussy.”
And it takes only a few more strokes - a few more direct thrashes along your g-spot - for you to hurtle straight into your high.
It’s so strong that you’re seeing white behind your eyelids—and your mouth blabbers out an unintelligible combination of both professors’ names. Toes curling. Sweat beading down your temple.
Nanami holds you down as you’re thrown through wave upon wave of your orgasm, your hips bucking up and down desperately. Riding throughout your bliss- and if that wasn’t already enough, he counts underneath his breath to measure how long it takes between your peaks of euphoria. Before hittin’ away at your g-spot just in time with each one.
The sensations that take you over are just incredible.
And your head falls back limply against Nanami’s shoulder.
Shivering. Almost as if you were in heat- and your pretty pussy gushes out honeyed slick as though to give credit to that statement.
Lavishing Nanami’s open thighs with all your sap—Higuruma eyes the mess and gulps. “Kento, give me a taste of that.”
Nanami scoffs. “In due time.”
“Kento, I need her pussy on my face now.”
Slowly but surely, you’re fluttering your eyes open at the feeling of being shuffled around - only seeing the beautiful, brown eyes of Higuruma Hiromi staring down at you. When did he get so close?
“Hiromi?” You’re blubbering out stupidly, still suffering from the aftershocks of your previous high. Those zapping bursts of electricity made your thighs twitch sensitively- “I mean- sir?”
Higuruma shivers, “You trained her well, Kento.”
“Mhmmm—” Nanami noses down the column of your throat proudly.
“Maybe now it’s time for a reward then, huh?”
You’re perking up. “Yes, please.”
Nanami snickers. “You spoil her.”
And in almost no time, you’re finding yourself handed off to the law professor - Nanami stands up and gets off of the armchair. While Higuruma takes his place-
At least, that’s what you think is going to happen.
But what ends up happening instead is that Higuruma seats you down on the chair, letting your barely-clothed pussy rub up against the cushion. Something in his eyes gleams at the way you’re squirming, and he speaks to you in a gentle tone. “Can you turn around and hold the headrest f’me, angel? Be a good girl f’me?”
“A-alright?” Confused, you’re just doing what he says. He meant that you had to turn and climb your knees onto the seat, ass turned towards the professors, back slightly arched.
“Mmm, good.” Higuruma admires the view. “Arch that back just a little more f’me now, alright?”
“Like this?”
And still not sure what he was about to do, you can only follow his commands. It almost feels like a doggy position- and you hold onto the wooden headrest for dear life.
“Mhmmm.”
And Nanami’s the first to mutter to himself, “Don’t tell me you’re…” He takes in the sight of you - with your front resting against the backrest of the chair. You have your spine bent, your ass cheeks displayed for them, your cunt not quite on the seat—“Hiromi, you dirty dog.”
“Couldn’t help myself.” Steadily, Higuruma’s kneeling on the floor.
There’s no warning before he then shoves his face nose-deep into your cunt- straight from behind.
Higuruma grabs onto either side of your ass cheeks, his prominent nose curvin’ up the slit of your pussy. He’s using his grip on you to draaaag you further down onto his face—“Mhmmm—spread those legs.”
He’s muttering.
He’s spitting- stern lips pursing and letting out a rivulet of saliva.
It strikes vertically down your cunt before Higuruma’s running his fat tongue over it. Smearing around the mess he’s made- but most importantly, smearing around the mess that you’ve made.
You’re whining as Higuruma’s textured tastebuds seem to take over your pussy. All the way from the plumpness of your folds, and then dipping between them to tease your hole- you’re still so sensitive from the massage that Nanami’s fingers had simmered into you. And you’re trembling your thighs further open, “P-please- fuck-”
“I’m a lawyer so I’m really good with my tongue, y’know?” Higuruma pants out, scorching hot against your needy pussy. “But that means my fees are high, too-”
“A-and what are your fees?” You’re sobbing out.
“Mmmm…” He takes the time to think—and by that, you mean that he rovers his mouth over where your clit was throb-throb-throbbing. The law professor takes his sweet time spreadin’ open your pussylips with his tongue, before letting his tongue flop out n’ draaaaaag down your clit-
And his next words are so lecherously muffled. “Ride my nose raw, sugar.”
You gasp.
In the background, you can hear a gruff bout of laughter that notably doesn’t belong to Higuruma.
You grip onto the headrest of the chair harder than ever- because in a split-second, Higuruma’s thumbin’ your folds open and stuffing your hole all full of his tongue.
So loooong and slick- curving right against the roof of your pussy. It makes you jolt to feel his honed, flexible tip zig-zagging its way down your channel—mazing and mazing inside that it’s as though his wet muscle was never-ending.
Higuruma Hiromi was damn ravenous.
He feels your knees start to slip away from him- and he claws his fingers deep into the globes of your ass cheeks to pull you back. Uncaring if you’re whining for mercy- “A-aren’t you supposed to be the nice one, sir?”
“Spoiled.” Nanami’s voice echoes from the distance.
“Mmm- keep calling me that, yeah?” Groans wrenching from the back of his throat at the mere sound of that title being said in your pretty voice. How nice it was to make you beg. “And no—”
“No?”
“I am being nice by letting you ride my nose, aren’t I?” His head jerks just a little upwards to look at you- and Higuruma can just barely make out the shock on your face. “I know how much you’ve wanted to ride it-”
“Hiromi-”
“Ever since ya fuckin’ met me, huh?” His rough tone vibrates through every vessel of your body- pushed even further by the constant swabbin’ he was doing inside. Swab after swab. “Ever since ya first saw me- don’t think I didn’t see how you stared at me.”
You’re clawing further up the headrest. “B-but how did you know-”
“Oh, angel…” Higuruma almost chuckles. Something dark and depraved- “If I was wrong then you wouldn’t be so fucking wet- I can barely breathe.”
Both of his roughened palms plaster around your thighs. Draaaagging you bodily - as though you were nothing against him - to glue your pussylips to his own lips.
He makes out with your pussy like a man parched.
“And I don’t need to.”
Your vision blurs with pleasure as Higuruma spreads your folds perfectly apart- and starts rammin’ his tongue into you wildly. Thick and thirsty for the taste of your sweet, sweet juices—any time that even a mere droplet of your sap starts to drip down your thighs- you can best believe that Higuruma was whipping his head down to slurp it up. “Harder.”
“I-I am-”
“Faster.”
“Fuck-”
“Raw, I said raw.”
Practically addicted to it.
He’s pussydrunk in with just a few sloppy, open-mouthed kisses. And you yourself can feel your pupils start to circle inside the whites of your eyes.
Spreading yourself even further on the chair to meet his utterly ravenous mouth-
“Didn’t forget about me now, did you?”
Nanami Kento sounds the closest he’s been since he had you on his fingers- which could feel like minutes, hours, days ago by now. It takes you significant effort to blink away the clingy film of tears on your eyes, and you’re opening them to find that he was actually…standing right in front of you.
Nanami had rounded the side of the armchair - and if you looked up, there his handsome face was. So now you have your law professor at your behind, and your history professor’s crotch in front of your face. His pants much too tight.
His cock thick and throbbing underneath there.
Clasping onto the headrest of the chair, if you raised your head juuuuust a little then you’d be able to mouth over the twitching erection he hid underneath there. “K-Kento?”
Nanami looks down at you through his gold-rimmed glasses. Grinning at your teary expression, “Only a few minutes with your nice teacher n’ you’ve already forgotten your manners, my love?” His hand falls to his formal pants, “Guess we have to go back to lesson one.”
“O-oh…”
Nanami had already unbuckled his belt and lets it drop to the floor—clink! Followed right along with the popping of his buttons, it doesn’t take too long before you’re face-to-face with his rock-hard bulge. Achingly hard. Almost painfully hard.
Barely held together by his boxers, he seeps out such volumes of precum that it creates a dark patch on the silken fabric. It glistens just a bit under the dim lighting of the office- something that makes you gulp.
And something that makes Higuruma nudge his tongue even deeper inside of you- shit, you could feel yourself growing more aroused. And he could taste it.
“Did you know she gets sweeter n’ sweeter the wetter she gets?” Higuruma slurs from in-between your legs, latching onto your clit with a loud squelch! “And you won’t believe it…but right now she tastes like the tastiest strawberry candy- heh.”
“Is that so?” Nanami’s nose crinkles as he looks down at you. He’s admiring that drunken expression on your face for a little bit, before reaching his right hand down and clasping at the back of your head. “Filthy girl.”
You shiver. “C-can’t help it-”
“Ah ah—not another word out of you.” The blond-haired man continues. His grip tightens- “I expect you not to speak when your professor is speaking-”
Cocking his head just a little, Nanami takes a glance at the famished way that Higuruma was kissin’ between your legs. Gasping. Gulping.
He had his mouth gaped wide open and was dragging it across every inch of your pussy that he could reach- sticking that long tongue of his between your pussylips. You’re almost sandwiching his tastebuds for a bit before he manages to flicker his tastebuds inside again—then in and out, in and out, in and out.
Faster than before.
Reeling back out to slap! your pussy with the flat surface of his tongue.
Then probin’ back in again.
Higuruma’s just being so loud-
“-and when this pussy is speaking.” The rest of the history professor’s sentence makes you gasp - brain so muddled that you’d almost forgotten what he was saying. Almost forgotten that he has a firm grip on your sweaty scalp—one that he’d now turned into two hands upon your sweaty scalp.
Tugging your head forwards as if you were nothing but a ragdoll to smush your face against his boiling hot erection.
Your jaw falls open and soon enough, you’re salivating all over his clothed cock.
Tongue lavishing across the cotton of his boxers- feeling every ridge n’ vein along his shaft.
He groans at the feeling of your heated mouth, and his fingers dig into your scalp even deeper. Tugging. Needing. One set of your fingers reach upwards to fumble its hem, and you take Nanami’s round, reddened tip into his mouth.
Moaning at the large size of him.
Moaning at the salty taste that floods your mouth-
“Hey now…” Higuruma’s choked-up tone echoes from behind. You’re feeling his tender fingers start to pull your hips back onto his face, “-don’t steal my star student away.”
“Have you forgotten that she’s my star student, too?”
“Her pussy’s on my mouth right now- so who’s in charge?”
“Well, let’s ask how she feels about it…” Nanami’s voice trails off—and only too late are you realizing that he isn’t talking about your pussy this time. He’s talking about you- waiting for your answer.
And you’re attempting to muffle out something, letting the globular edge of his cock swirl around your mouth a few times. Around and around. Just the crown of his mushroom tip prods into your every orifice inside- you’re opening your mouth to answer when Nanami jerks his hips forwards.
Fucking his cock deeeeep into your maw.
And with it, whatever words were in your throat, too.
“I dunno about that-” Nanami hums down at the chokes n’ strangled gasps you’re letting out, just the barest noises of whatever was able to filter past his swollen shaft. “-but it sounded like a ‘you, sir’ to me.”
“Didn’t know you were that depraved.” Higuruma spits out. Dark eyes narrowed as he’s grinding you back to him n’ lapping away at your oversensitive pussylips.
“I’m a gentleman, what can I say?” The other professor responds.
As the slurps n’ sucking continues, Nanami looks at you through half-lidded eyes. He admires the way your mouth leaves a glittering glaze of spit from the tip of his cock and doooown to about halfway down his shaft—so cute how you couldn’t fit it all. “And as Head of your pussy-” Fuck, when did he even assign himself that? Is he pussydrunk already? “-I say you can’t cum until you’re fitting my cock aaaaaall the way…”
The history professor’s left hand lifts off of your scalp. Then dragging down the front of your throat - down, down, down.
“-here.”
He points to a spot way past the back of your throat.
He fucks your mouth like he’s agonized every second he isn’t reaching for it.
Higuruma growls.
And thereafter it’s almost like a tug-of-war - on one end you’re being hauled forwards by Nanami’s grip on the back of your head. His hands strong and unwavering, no matter much you’re gasping for air- fuck, the ever-gentlemanly Nanami Kento was gone for the feeling of your mouth tightening around his hot cock.
Rutting those toned hips up into your velvety cavern like an animal-
“Just a little more.” That left hand of his wraps around your throat now, his thumb markin’ at the spots where he can feel his rounded tip probing inside. “Just a liiiiittle more now- about four inches? Heh.”
“Mmm—” Your eyes go wide in surprise.
And Nanami responds by pushing his hips even further, nearing the tip of your nose to those curls of blond at his base. “C’mon, c’mon.”
And on the other end, Higuruma had his nails digging into the flesh of your thighs. Into the flesh of your ass. His tongue fishing around your insides before he pulls out and starts nibblin’ on your damn clit—
He’s thirsty. Depraved.
“Noooo, angel.” He’s gluing his chin to the front of your pussylips. Head moving back and forth, back and forth, back and forth as the law professor lashes his tongue across. “Come back to me-”
“Mmm—” You’re being pulled off of Nanami Kento’s reddened, dribblin’ cock with a plop! Just from the sheer pressure of Higuruma manhandling your body from the other side - dragging you all down his handsome face. “Fuh-fuck-!”
“Where’d you think you’re going?” Only for Nanami to barely let you breathe for a split-second before he’s pulling your mouth down his shaft again.
Shovelling a gooooood few inches of his vein-covered cock inside- he marks that spot out on your throat. Even deeper than the last time you had him- “Mmm, not bad. Just a few inches- mmm, more.”
“Ride my nose.” Higuruma begs from the other end. Breath breezing down your gooey core, it makes your thighs shiver- “Ride my nose, I don’t care. Ride my nose, ride my nose—”
And you’re just so overstimulated from all ends.
From the draaagging of Nanami’s thumb down the front of your neck, from the sensual touch of Higuruma’s nose being sandwiched between your pussylips, from the pleasure of them both playing with your body. It’s as if you’re their favorite toy to taste, to fuck - to worship because of the way they were being driven to absolute madness by those carnal sensations.
You can only jolt your body back and forth.
Down Nanami’s cock. Up Higuruma’s ready face.
Riding his nose just like you wanted- “S-so—” Somehow barely managing to gurgle out past the pulsating tip of his cock, “So close-”
“Close?” Higuruma perks up. “Fuh-fuck- I have you, angel.”
“Remember- no cumming until you take it here.” Nanami presses his thumb somewhere near where your voicebox was bulging with the intrusion of his inches. “You’re not there yet, darling…”
“But-”
“Please let her cum.” But to your surprise, it’s your law professor who is pleading your face.
Nanami raises a blond brow, “Oh?”
“Let her-” He slurps away on your swollen nub- sensitive and throbbing. He’s hollowing his cheeks out to get that suctioning sensation, already making your knees feel weak with pleasure. “Need her to- fuck, want her to cum on my tongue. Let her cum already.”
Nanami thrusts even deeper, “Hmm…I dunno.”
“I’m the one asking you.” Higuruma grumbles. “Let her cum-”
“Mmmpf- please.” And your brows furrow as the pit of bliss in your stomach grows stronger.
“Let her-” The law professor continues, “I’m begging you- fuck, she’s becoming so sweet. Let her cum-”
Pale brows furrowing. Sweat lines down his temple- “I don’t…just fit-” And he’s scrapin’ his bulbous tip down the roof of your cunt—all the way along to the back of your throat and targeting even further. “If she takes it until-”
Higuruma’s nose helping your grinds and bounces. “Just let her cum-”
“If she takes it-”
“Fucking let her-”
“G-gonna—” It’s the last thing you’re managing to get out before a sudden slam! of Nanami’s hips shut you up- and before you know it, you’re feeling the carnal scratch of his pubic hair. The feeling of his tawny curls at your skin, the intrusion of his throbbing shaft all the way down your throat.
And his thumb tapping where he’d marked a treasure spot - a spot he was supposed to meet. Nanami doesn’t have to say a single thing for Higuruma to bite his sharp canines down on your clit.
And before you know it, you’re bursting into your nth high of the night.
Not just your second, but your third, perhaps even your fourth.
Stars burst behind your eyelids, and your moans are nothing but soft crackles at the back of your throat. Higuruma draaaaags you all throughout those waves of bliss, elongating them with the thorough lavishing of his tongue.
Probin’ into every sweet spot.
Inside and out.
He digs his fingers into your thighs, now accomplishing his dream of having you ride his nose. Because you’re being made to arch your back n’ bounce your hips lecherously up and across.
Hittin’ those best angles- the peaks of your high absolutely burst through you.
And Nanami? Your history professor was enjoying the view - cocking his head to the side and smiling as you shatter on Higuruma’s face. He watches about half your orgasm bate, before starting to fuck his swollen cock back in and out of you. Thrusting.
“Now now—” Nanami murmurs. “You should be thankful my rubric’s so generous this time.”
You can only look up at him with your teary eyes.
That sight is enough for him to bite down on his lower lip n’ stop himself from cumming. No, he had something more important in his mind…
“Thirty seconds to finish up.” He says meanly. “Before I either drag your pussy off of his face or you have to drag yourself off, m’kay?”
“Tch- stingy.” Higuruma keeps lappin’ at you even after your high has passed.
And once that thirty seconds of more bliss have passed - just like Nanami said - he grips both hands ‘round the back of your scalp and wrenches you off of his cock. Off of Higuruma’s mouth. He’s bending down to spit straight between your lips—
“Now, I’m gonna be nice this one time because you took all of me. Understood?” The history professor states, so firm. “Nod if you understand, my love.”
You nod.
“Good.” He then kisses your lips- tasting you, tasting himself. “Now…do you want it from the back or face-to-face? Because m’fucking you filthy either way.”
“From- from the back.” You pant out.
And Nanami gives a single, stern nod before he lets you go. “Brace yourself.”
You’re collapsing back into the chair—sitting your ass down on it this time. Before the law professor suddenly has you in his arms - he supports you in getting off of the armchair and standing up. Now in the middle of his office, you’re stumbling onto your wobbly feet.
Your arms loop around Higuruma’s neck. “Hiromi…”
“Mmm, I love it when you call me that.” Higuruma kisses you.
“How unruly.” Both of you snap your heads at the sound of buttons popping- only to find that Nanami was taking off his button-up. And you were right- fuck, you were so right. He was so thoroughly chiselled underneath, almost Herculean in nature.
With the most naturally defined ridges n’ curves of his muscles—his firm pectorals, his washboard abs, his meaty thighs that make an appearance.
Nanami sheds of all his clothes before he stares down the two of you- “Addressing your professor by name? Clearly going against objectives to get ready? Making me jealous? What an undisciplined class, no need to be standing around.” He looks at you, “I’ll be fucking you until you can’t stand, anyway.”
A shiver runs down your spine—“Oh.”
“Now, darling.”
Higuruma lets you waddle away to Nanami- who merely swivels you around and bends you over the edge of his colleague’s desk. Papers and ink flying everywhere across the office as he does.
Folding you forwards until your head hits the table. Kneeing your legs apart.
It’s hitting you like a truck - your history professor is about to fuck you against your law professor’s desk.
“Stay still.” He gravels in your ear.
Nanami’s barely letting you take a breath before rubbin’ his bulbous tip down your dripping wet slit from behind. Hand gripping his thick hilt—up and down. Up and down. Up and down. Getting his inches coated in a glaze of your sap, Nanami hums at the feeling of you attempting to contract around him.
“This naughty girl’s reeeeal needy for me, huh?” Scorching breath heating up your skin, he kisses down your arched spine. “She says she can take all of me- can you?”
“Y-yes—” You’re sobbing into the polished mahogany. Bucking your hips up, “I want it, sir.”
You’re jolting as his puckered, pinkish tip smooches at your wet entrance- he’s just so thick that he can plug your hole up easily. Nanami’s tip throbs against your hole, and he reaches a right hand down to feel your pretty stomach - to feel where he’s going to be hittin’ with his hungry cock.
He breathes out airily—“You want it?”
“Yes-”
“Say please.”
“Please-”
“Hmmm?”
“Please, sir.”
Nanami lurches his hips back, back, backwards- “As you wish then, teacher’s pet.”
And then you’re being stuffed with an inch or two of him.
And by stuffed—you were seriously stuffed.
Thick and thorough. Almost too big to even fit in - Nanami fills out the orifice of your cunt without even trying. His ruby-red tip just manages to squeeze between your pussylips, before the first ring of muscle at your entrance makes him falter.
And he’s gritting his teeth at the sheer tightness, voice coming out as nothing but a hiss. “Fuck- didn’t you say that you can take it?” He’s pressing his left hand down at the base of your spine, leaning his weight in to keep you still. “Come back, my love- class isn’t over yet.”
You hadn’t even realized you’d been clawing at the desk until now. “S-sir—”
Just that is enough to make Nanami’s ravaged tip twitch inside of you- spurting out a few more dollops of pre. “Yes, darling?”
“I d-don’t—” Fuck- you swear you could feel him grow even harder inside of you at the sight of your teary expression. Staring at your history professor over your shoulder, “I don’t know if it even can fit.”
“Awww, my poor baby.” And you should know better than to let Nanami Kento hush your cries, you should know better than to let him lull you.
But you can’t help but get pulled into his big, strong arms anyway.
“My poor, poor baby.” And from one corner of the room, you could hear Higuruma’s distant laugh. Although you don’t have the time to wonder what it means, because Nanami’s continuing- “None of those boys ever taught you how to take a real cock, hm?”
And you can only nod.
“None of those boys have ever fucked you right, hm?”
Nodding once more.
“Don’t you worry, darling. If you can’t take this one…”
He presses a chaste peck against your hairline. Letting his soft breath waft over the crown of your head, and his chest ripple with his words, soft.
“-m’gonna make it fit.”
And that’s the last thing you’re hearing before Nanami’s rammin’ his swollen, aching cock into you like an animal- his furious cockhead burrowing in deep.
He manages to shovel just a few more inches inside, before the snugness of your channel acts up once more. Leaving him barely even able to reel his hips backwards—just that much of a tight fit that’s making his eyes roll to the back of his skull.
He shakes.
His groan cracks at the back of his throat. “O-oh.” Both of Nanami’s hands fly to the sides of your hips, and his fingers fucking shake where he holds you. “Oh, yeah.”
“Shit-” You’re flinching at the scalding sensation of his breath. Gusting.
And even that mere shiver- Nanami catches onto it. And it’s only making him clasp your body even tighter, pulling you into him—“You’re really not getting away until we make it fit, my love. Good luck.”
No matter how much his ravenous hips are rutting n’ bucking and trying oh-so-desperately to hammer even more of his inches inside- he can only fuck you in short, needy half-thrusts. The rest of him left to throb wildly behind you, he keeps on stretching and stretching your insides just to fit inside.
Each one of his bucks so desperate. So greedy.
The pointed tip of Nanami’s cockhead prods away at your innards as though he’s trying to claim every single ounce of space inside you-
“Have you forgotten that this is a joint class, Kento?”
Higuruma’s voice is enough to send pulses of adrenaline flowing through your body - and you’re just managing to look around Nanami’s toned frame. The law professor stands behind the two of you with his arms crossed, clothes mostly on except for his trousers being tugged down.
He held his blushin’ cock in one hand, pumping furiously at the sight of his star student.
Nanami himself sighs—though he doesn’t stop his sloppy scouring of your innards for a single second. He looks straight at the other man as he asks- “Oh yes…would you like her now or after me, Hiromi?”
“Now.” Higuruma narrows his heady eyes at the two of you. And the blond-haired man slightly growls at his answer, seemingly grappling with the thought of leaving your pretty pussy right about now- “But don’t pull out.”
You feel like you’re experiencing whiplash. “What?”
Nanami only raises a sharp brow.
And Higuruma himself can’t help but crack a sleazy smirk-
Before you know it, he’s rounding the two of you. Coat off. White button-up flapping open.
He tugs on the smooth, black tie that was hanging haphazardly from his neck- and gestures something indiscernible at the other man.
Though, clearly both professors understood.
Because one second you’re slouched on top of Higuruma’s desk, droolin’ stupidly over some important documents as Nanami Kento pounds you into oblivion - and in the next second, he’s lifting you off of it.
Cleanly off the desk.
One hand wrapped around your waist, the other putting you in a headlock.
He pulls you up as though you’re nothing- and you’re ogling the way his biceps bulge around your throat. Feeling the cushy firmness of his strength—“W-what are you-”
“D’you know what a standing full nelson is?” Higuruma asks. And for a second you think he’s asking you - maybe this was some strange sort of quiz - but then Nanami nods.
“Thought that only happens in fiction? Don’t tell me you’re a secret freak, Hiromi?” He scoffs, though he pulls out either way.
“And look who’s talking…” Then Higuruma looks at you and taps his shoulders. “Hold on, angel, he’s going to lift you.”
“Shit…”
As expected, you’re holding onto Higuruma’s broad shoulders for leverage- whilst Nanami bends and loops his hands around your legs. His strong forearms where your knees were.
Scooping you up into his arms.
Holding them up.
Holding you up.
Hoverin’ well over six feet in the air.
Yelping, you’re digging your nails into the law professor’s shoulders - but if it hurt, then he doesn’t’ react to the pain. Honestly, you don’t even think he could feel it right now—because Higuruma was holding out his tie.
Measuring it against your face-
Tying it around your face like a blindfold.
He knots it at the back of your head, and suddenly the room is curtained in nothing but pure black. You could only hear the gruffness of both men’s chuckles, and Higuruma asking. “Everything alright, angel?”
“Of course, it is.” Nanami mutters- almost to himself. Though he does stretch your legs a little wider, presumably to show to the other man—“Look how fucking drenched she is.”
“Good girl.”
“Naughty, you mean.”
“I must beg to differ.”
And you’re arching against Nanami’s toned front, the plushness of his abs digging against your back. It was the most sensual massage you’ve felt in your entire life- “Please- ngh, what’s with the blindfold?”
“Oh, that…” Higuruma starts. “Guess.”
“What?”
“Guess.”
Brains wracking- “You aren’t going to leave me hanging, are you?”
“No.”
“Is this a roleplay?”
“No.”
“A kink thing?”
“Well…”
“A BDSM thing?”
“Guess.”
You’re feeling helplessness wash over you—“B-but, I already did-”
“No, my love.” Nanami’s the one to speak up this time. He leans down so that he’s pressing an innocent kiss to the edge of your hairline, “We’re going to make this slutty pussy guess which one of us she’s being fucked by.”
Your jaw drops.
And your cunt grows even wetter.
An occasion that the two professors are watching with awe-
Higuruma in particular finds himself breathing out—“And your time starts…now.”
And then you’re hearing the shuffling of his trousers- right before a sudden proddin’ intrusion starts up at your entrance. It was hot and throbbing—so needy that your teeth are set on edge by the sheer volume of precum that he was emptying out.
You’re feeling his thick tip start to eeeease in- squeezing in past the tightness of your channel for a bit before pulling back and fucking you ruthlessly in semi-thrusts.
“H-Hiromi?” You guess. Surely, with him being the one that was removing his trousers it must be…
“Wrong.” Nanami grins.
And then you’re feeling his cock give you a few vicious pumps before he’s pulling away - leaving you all empty and yearning for more. Your glistening hole clenches a few times around nothing, before a sudden globular tip starts kissin’ your entrance once more.
You’re bucking back in Nanami’s arms in an attempt to figure out just who it might be- but the history professor holds onto you firmly. Not a single inch.
Not a single inch less.
Whoever was fucking you takes no more time before swabbin’ his swollen erection inside once more- biting back a groooan at the feeling of your tightening walls.
It’s the same short, jerky thrusts from before just to fit in.
“Sir?” You’re gasping out. But surely, it can’t be twice in a row…“No wait- is it Hiromi this time?”
The cadence of his hips stops abruptly. “Can’t get enough of the law, can you?”
Nanami.
And you don’t know whether it’s the fact that you’re just feeling your brain melt at the sheer stimulation between your legs, you don’t know whether it’s the fact that both handsome men had you sandwiched between their muscular bodies—it was just driving you wild. Making you stupid.
A line of drool slicks down the side of your mouth, and Nanami doesn’t hesitate before leaning in and lickin’ it off. “I should punish you for this.”
“I-I—oh, fuck.” Whatever words were on the tip of your tongue get swallowed up by the feeling of yet another round, ruddied cockhead pushing inwards. Pulsing. Prying apart your walls. And you’re noticing that this one is slightly slimmer than the last, more pointed, more honed, more of its curvaceous tip that tilts to the left.
It makes you shiver at the feeling of his bawling divot dragging across your walls so perfectly. “Is this- sir-”
“Try again, angel.”
It was a struggle to piece your thoughts together, and Higuruma’s voice is the only thing that makes you realize-
“Hiromi.”
“Mhmmm—” Before you know it, the other man has one hand dipping between your jittery legs. His fingers easily locate your clit to tug n’ pry like the cutest gummy - how sweet. And he’s timing it to the constant probes of his looooong, smooth cock. “Good girl. A++ for that.”
“You’re quite the generous grader.” Nanami scoffs. “I would have given that a B.”
“What can I say? I do have a soft spot for her…” Higuruma’s cock was slightly lengthier than Nanami’s, you’re noticing - though not quite as thick. And with less veins that didn’t massage your inner orifices as much, but made it soooo much easier for him to slip even deeper.
Especially with this position, he manages to probe his cockhead further past where Nanami’s thicker one was able to fit.
Reaching almost for your throat with his blushing, frenzied tip- Higuruma gives a final roll over your clit before he’s pulling out. Letting a few ribbons of sap gush down your legs after him-
Ones that are being fucked right back up with a second length.
Thicker. Harder.
Throbbing so much that you swear you can count them all the way at the top of your head- Nanami’s shaft was next. And he’s lavishing your entrance with so much attention—draaaaagging his vein-decorated shaft in and out. In and out. In and out.
“S-so?” He rasps out from behind. Higuruma’s cockhead had mazed open your insides just a bit more, and Nanami struggles not to let his voice tremble. “Which one of us, darling?”
“Y-you—”
That earns you a bite on the shell of your ear. “No.”
Before he’s pulling back out.
And your breath catches- “Wait- I meant sir. It’s you, sir—”
“Too late for that now.”
“Awww, come now.” Higuruma coos as well. “How are we supposed to make an example out of our star student if she just keeps makin’ mistakes?”
“I think she’s gettin’ lazy now, huh?” The other man responds. And now both of their ruddied cockheads were droolin’ all over your entrance- mixing with the sweetened syrup that was already dripping out of you and creating such a mess. “Maybe she doesn’t deserve our cocks at all?”
“Don’t say that—” You could feel your law professor’s eyes turn to you. “You deserve it- hah, don’t you, angel?”
Shivering at the feeling of both cocks sandwiching between your pussylips. Now that they’d both pulled out- it’s as if they were fighting over who can be next. Rubbin’ and teasing. “I do—” Your voice cracks on that last note, “P-please, I do-”
“I’m still not convinced.”
Higuruma continues, “Promise us you’ll be a good girl? That you’ll listen to what your professors have to say?”
“I will I will-”
“Promise us that no more of that teasin’ stuff in class?” His prominent nose slides down the column of your throat, breathing in your essence. “None of that bending over?”
“Yes—” But you could already hear the question in your throat - and it seems that they could, too.
And it makes Nanami gruffs out. “Because - forgive us - but you do realize that it’s not just us seeing your little…display, darling?” He spreads open your legs even wider, and Higuruma’s ministrations grow even more frenzied on your clit. Squeezing. Pinching. Flicking.
And you’re restless- “Wh-what do you mean?”
“I mean to say that there are others more…undeserving that see those legs of yours, those panties, those tits.” There’s a sharp edge to his words—“Those boys in class can’t take their eyes off of you.”
“We can’t either, of course.” Higuruma responds. Squeezing his cock inside- “But at least that little performance of yours is meant for us, right?”
“Don’t like the way they look at you.” Nanami’s also squeezing his cock inside now - both of them bullying your hole at once. Creating a stretch that makes your vision go white- so much carnal stimulation that your entire body wracks with shakes. “Don’t like the way they turn to look. Don’t like the way they have to mysteriously…disappear into the bathrooms any time you do your little show.”
“Given…we do the same.” The law professor continues—“Because fuck- how fuckin’ pretty you look all dressed up in silk. Makes it hard not to cream my pants everytime I see you- but none of those boys have the balls to back that admiration up.”
Giving you a thorough slam—both of them.
Higuruma’s the one to continue, “But we do.”
“Because I rub my cock raw to you, my love.” Nanami ends off, holding you close to him. “N’ none of those boys could ever fuck you like we do.”
“Yes, p-please—” And you’re pushed between both of their sculptured fronts. Unable to see them- but you could feel the ridges and curves of their muscles, the way they were both leaning in as though they couldn’t get enough of you. “I only want…ngh.”
One of your arms wrap around Higuruma’s neck, and the other reaches behind you to attempt to clasp onto Nanami’s.
“Just want the two of you…”
“Hmmm…” Nanami’s cock twitches at your gooey entrance- “A+”
And then they’re alternating between fucking you—
“Hiromi.” You’re gasping at the intrusion of his smoothened tip, the velvety texture of him reaching for so many spots inside you but most importantly- that g-spot.
And then he’s pulling back out.
“Sir- fuck, Professor Kento.” Nanami swabs his thickened tip inside and hits that precise spot. Although he decides to take it a few steps further this time and dig his rounded tip into the very back of your pussy, bottoming-out. “Shit shit shit—”
Thrust after thrust.
Pulling out. Shovelling back in.
Making you guess just which one of your two older professors were takin’ over your pussy right now- it made your head dizzy just trying to keep track. Bounced up and down in their arms.
“Hiromi.”
“Professor Kento.”
“Hiromi.”
“Hiromi.”
“Professor Kento.”
“Hiromi.”
“Professor Kento.”
“Professor Kento.”
“Hiromi—” Before your voice shatters at the feeling of…two thickened lengths attempting to fit inside. Fighting against the resistance for a few sloppy strokes before they’re siiiiiiiiiiiinking in- “And Professor K-Kento, sir…” The feeling of their large, slick-glazed cocks were just incredible - rubbin’ against your walls and one another. Like nothing earlier.
It was a stretch like you’ve never felt before, hittin’ spots that you didn’t even know you had.
And both professors held onto your shaking body tight- they shovelled their lengths in and out of you. Two blushin’ cockheads heading for your g-spot, before their slide-slide-sliiiiiding all the way down to end up at your cervix.
Stretching apart your walls.
Making your channel bulge.
Letting the curves of their mushroomy tips drag apart your walls, n’ press into the sweetest spots of your nerves. Both of their heavy ballsacks smack-smack the front of your cunt right on time with their thrusts. Thrust after thrust.
Again and again.
Nanami grunts at the sensation of Higuruma deep inside you, “F-fuck…”
“You can say that again.” Higuruma himself replies.
By now, the jostlin’ about had meant that your blindfold was falling off- and you could see the two men upon either side of you. Shovelling their hot cocks deep inside your pussy, positively ravaging you.
The law professor’s fingers weren’t letting up on your clit just yet, either.
He quirks his digits just a bit to draw a little heart upon it—and soon enough you find yourself throwing your head back with a moan. “G-gonna-”
“Shhhh—” Nanami grins. His ears keenly listen to the noises from between your legs - they were just so much louder now that you had two thickened shafts ramming into you. “This pussy says she’s gonna cum soon, darling.”
“Y-you little-”
A harsh hammerin’ on your spongy cervix. “Pardon, my love?”
“Nothing—oh.” Even their thrusting styles were different - Nanami Kento with his thorough, solid slashes as though he was trying to reach your womb every single time. And Higuruma Hiromi with slightly slower, smoother glides of his cock - soothing through the nooks n’ crannies that Nanami had activated first.
It was the perfect combination.
Naughty and nice.
Though not exactly in the way you’d initially thought.
And perhaps this manner was what was making you so desperate to cum again- “Please-” Gasping. “Let me cum—”
You’re looking between a grinning Nanami and Higuruma. Dazedly.
“Please may I-” Choking out in-between the moans and droplets of saliva that were gushing out of you- falling onto Higuruma’s puffed-out chest. “-cum, sirs?”
Both of their rock-hard cocks twitch deep inside of you.
And you’re briefly seeing a silent conversation pass between them-
“Go ahead, angel.”
“Cum all over my cock, darling.”
And it might have been minutes, it might have been seconds, it might have been split-seconds later once you’re crashing into your high. The waves of white-hot pleasure taking over you until it felt like your body was burning up.
Feverish.
You’re crying out as you attempt to bounce your lewd hips back into both their shovelling shafts- but they’ve already got you. They’re holding onto your perspired body - so limp now with pleasure - and lettin’ their pointed cockheads hit each and every nerve bundle inside.
Pinpointing your g-spot with their lengths.
Targeting it especially through peak after peak.
After peak.
Your cunt trickles with honeyed slick- and it slips between your three bodies to drench Higuruma and Nanami’s cocks. Their thighs. Their bodies.
Making it even louder to thrust into your cunt—you’re forced to raise your voice just a little just so that they can hear. “Sh-shit…” Until eventually you’re feeling so raw on their relentless cocks that you’re unsure whether you want them to elongate those waves of bliss or whether you want to fucking run away—“It feels so- oh, it feels…”
“And what do we say?” Nanami’s deep baritone croons out. He doesn’t slow down for a single second as he speaks- even though he himself was feeling a little sensitive by this point.
He hits his full ballsack against the front of your cunt and hisses- “Can I have it all inside…” You’re looking between them with wide, heart-shaped pupils. “-sirs?”
And you should’ve known what that would do.
You should’ve known how much that would break them.
Because with only a few final thrusts, both Higuruma and Nanami cum inside you with loud slurps! of your greedy cunt. Gobblin’ up all those white ropes of seed that they were emptying out - sheer volumes that they’d been holding onto for hours, days, this entire semester.
Nanami furrows his golden brows and presses his face into the crook of your neck. Groaning as he fucks you through his orgasm, “A-and here I was just expecting a thank you…”
“Our girl always was the sweetest.” Higuruma coos.
Your history professor rides through his high with his teeth grit, jaw working overtime to keep his noises to a minimum - he wanted to hear your soft gasps and groans even more. Though his body shakes as it keeps on thrummin’ with pleasure.
Visceral.
Meanwhile, your law professor let out such husky grunts after each splat! of cum that he emptied out against your womb. He couldn’t even handle fucking you properly anymore and his hips kept on stutterin’ through his waves.
Cheeks flushed. Gaze locked on you.
He didn’t want to tear it away.
Both of them are cumming so much that you nearly can’t tell who’s who - with their dollops of heated, syrupy sap. Each divot bawling them out messily—you can feel them stick against the end of your pussy, right where your cervix was, before being stirred about by the motions of their cylindrical shafts.
Their prominent veins massagin’ your sweetest spots. Their globular cockheads pumping every single droplet inside you.
Every single droplet.
Not a single bead of that ivory cum escapes—but they’re both still looking at each other with the same idea.
And you’re seeing yet another silent conversation pass between them that you miss. “Oh?”
In almost no time, Higuruma and Nanami have you splayed out on the polished desk - back against its flat surface, legs held high in the air. This time, however, both their faces were between your pussylips and attempting to beat the other—
They were lappin’ their dual tongues over your leaking cunt like they were starved.
Nanami’s hand pressing down on your stomach to make a few more droplets spray out of your hole- Higuruma’s hand flicking over your clit still.
You lean back on your elbows and watch them.
And what a sight it was: both their handsome faces between your legs.
They nudge their noses against the creamy layers on top of your cunt, and swivel the mess around like mad. You could see through your tears the exact moment - the exact moment - that their pinkish tongues meet in the middle.
Where Higuruma’s tastebuds overlap with Nanami’s as they’re suckling on your clit- and they both flinch at the sensation before moaning—
And that’s before the door clicks.
“Oi, why are the lights still on? Don’t you know that campus has closed a long time ag-”
You pause.
Nanami pauses.
Higuruma pauses.
And so does Professor Shiu Kong - Head of the Mathematics Department, also PhD with Distinction.
His jaw drops as his eyes drift over from the mess of clothes on the floor, to the mess that’d been made of you. Bite marks all over your throat. The blindfold still around your neck. And even more - you could see the way his hands tighten on his files as his gaze probes deeper, taking in your leaking, lecherous cunt.
No one moves.
Except for Shiu, who steps inside.
Your heart was in your throat.
Getting ready for a berating of some kind- or potentially even worse. Perhaps a suspension, perhaps Nanami and Higuruma would be fired at once-
“So…” Shiu’s husky voice interrupts your thoughts. “-got room for mathematics?”
A/N. Heheheheh ofc we got room for youuuuuuuuu Shiu <33
⤷ written by . . . . @/delilahsturniolo. do not copy, steal, or modify my works. if you are taking any inspiration from this, please ask me first before posting and credit me in your description. happy reading! :)
“surprised?” chris taunts, gripping your hips, pulling you flush against him. “told you…you’ve been underestimating me.”
before you can respond, he pushes his big cock inside your entrance. slow, deliberate, stretching you perfectly, making you gasp and whimper. “fuck…so tight…so perfect…” he groans, hands clutching your hips, eyes dark, focused on every reaction he can draw from you.
you cling to him, nails digging into his shoulders, gasping as he starts a slow, deep rhythm, filling you completely. the size, the stretch, the sensation of him pounding into you, it’s overwhelming. “oh…chris…so…big…” you moan, rocking against him instinctively.
you don’t even really recall how you got into that position, it all just kinda happened quickly. you bought chris a silly book, and now? he’s stuffing his “small” penis inside of you.
just a few moments ago . . .
the living room glows softly with christmas lights, the tiny bulbs reflecting off the tree ornaments and the neatly wrapped presents stacked beside it. a faint smell of pine fills the air, mingling with the warm scent of hot cocoa from the mugs you’d both made earlier. outside, snow drifts lazily past the windows, turning the night quiet and almost magical, and you find yourself watching chris more than you watch the tree or the falling snow.
you’ve been best friends for years. too many years to count. and for just as long, you’ve quietly held feelings for him that you’ve never dared to confess. tonight, with him sitting on the floor across from you, casually unwrapping gifts, the feelings are impossible to ignore. the way his eyes crinkle when he laughs, the way his hands brush against yours accidentally, the low rumble of his voice when he jokes, it all hits you in the chest like a soft, constant thrum of heat.
as you take turns exchanging gifts, you hand him a few intricately picked ones first. a scarf he’d mentioned liking, a hat you knew he’d been wanting, and a small box of fancy chocolates. he opens them one by one, genuinely delighted, laughing and shaking his head. “wow, you really know me huh?” he murmurs, tucking the scarf around his neck and pressing the chocolates to his lips, his eyes glinting with amusement and warmth. your chest flutters.
then, with a mischievous grin, you reach for the last gift, the joke one, sliding it across to him. it’s a thin book, the title impossible to ignore.
“how to live with a small penis.”
he freezes for a beat, reading the cover, then bursts into laughter, the sound rich and low, making your stomach flutter in a way you’re very aware of. “oh wow,” he chuckles, flipping the book over, analyzing it.
you shrug, trying to keep a straight face but failing miserably. “hey, it was on sale…thought it’d be funny. maybe…educational?” you tease, feeling heat creep up your neck at the way he’s looking at you.
chris wipes a hand across his face, still chuckling. “you’re impossible,” he mutters. “i can’t believe you actually bought this. wait…you don’t think—”
his voice trails off, and suddenly the teasing undertone in his tone shifts, darker now, charged. he tilts his head, studying you, that familiar glint in his eyes that makes your pulse spike and your stomach flutter. the air between you thickens, almost tangible. you smile, and he looks into your eyes, knowing exactly what you want, what the purpose of this was.
“i don’t know, are you?” you playfully respond to his implied question, in a challenging tone. you always imagined chris to be relatively large in size, this was only to get him worked up on purpose, so maybe he could show you how big he really was.
and that’s exactly what he was already plotting in his mind.
chris places a hand on your shoulder, pressing you gently back against the couch, hovering over you. “i’ll show you what’s really going on,” he whispers, eyes dark with want, grin spreading as he pushes your hair from your face.
his hands are suddenly on your hips, pressing you flush against him, and your heart races when you feel the undeniable weight of his cock against your thigh through his jeans. he leans down, lips brushing your ear. “you’ve been wanting me for years, huh? and you’ve been underestimating me this whole time…”
“ch-chris…” you whisper, voice shaky, already trembling, but your body is betraying you, pressing against him, reacting to the heat, the smell, the dominance.
he chuckles low, pushing your sweater up slowly, slipping hands under it to cup your breasts, rolling your nipples between his fingers, teasing, testing. “so perfect…you like being teased, huh?”
you shiver, pressing closer, breath catching. “yes…please…”
he smirks, hands sliding down your sides to your waistband, tugging your leggings down slightly, brushing over your soaked panties. “look at you…so wet already…all for me…” he murmurs, lips brushing against your collarbone, leaving soft, teasing kisses as he leans down, tugging your panties down to your ankles with just his teeth.
you gasp when he finally steps back just enough to tug his jeans down, revealing the huge cock you’d been jokingly underestimating. it’s thick, long, and straining, and your eyes widen, cheeks flushing. “oh god…” you breathe, almost in disbelief.
and that’s how you’ve gotten to where you are now.
“surprised?” he growls, gripping your hips, pulling you flush against him. “told you…you’ve been underestimating me.”
before you can respond, he pushes his big cock inside your entrance. slow, deliberate, stretching you perfectly, making you gasp and whimper. “fuck…so tight…so perfect…” he groans, hands clutching your hips, eyes dark, focused on every reaction he can draw from you.
you cling to him, nails digging into his shoulders, gasping as he starts a slow, deep rhythm, filling you completely. the size, the stretch, the sensation of him pounding into you, it’s overwhelming. “oh…chris…so…big…” you moan, rocking against him instinctively.
he grins against your neck, teeth grazing softly, whispering filthy praise. “that’s right, all mine…so good…feels perfect on me, huh? takin’ my big cock?”
“y-yes…oh god…don’t stop…” you whimper, legs tightening around his waist, rocking into him.
he starts fucking into you harder, hips snapping, every thrust deep and delicious, hands roaming over your body, tugging your hair, cupping your ass, lifting you slightly when he wants to hit deeper. “so wet, so fuckin’ perfect…been imagining this for years,” he groans, voice low and rough.
you cry out, moaning his name, chest pressing against his, nails raking down his back as he continues, slow, then faster, testing you, watching your reactions, pressing his cock deep each time. “i…i can’t…oh god…!”
“look at you, so messy, so tight, all mine to ruin…” he hisses, thrusting harder, hips grinding, letting you feel every inch of him. the overstimulation makes you whimper, moaning helplessly, legs trembling as he drives you wild, voice low and filthy in your ear, teasing you.
chris groans, grabbing your hips, pulling you flush against him. “you’ve wanted this, haven’t you? wanted my cock stuffed inside you like this?”
“y-yes…oh god…yes…chris…” you whimper, edging closer, rocking into him, losing control.
he grins darkly, whispering filthy praise, fucking you hard and deep, sweat starting to glisten on both of you, sounds of your moans, his groans, and the couch creaking filling the room. “cum for me…show me how much you’ve wanted me…” he hisses, thrusting deep and fast.
you shiver, scream his name, riding the waves of your climax, hips snapping, trembling as he keeps pounding into you, dragging you over the edge, completely undone. he growls, chasing his own release, finally spilling inside you, hips trembling as he buries himself fully, pressing you flush against him, both of you panting and slick, completely spent.
you cling to him, flushed, overwhelmed, trembling against him, realizing that gift was the perfect excuse for him to finally show you exactly how much he wanted you, and exactly how good he really was, it felt like a breath of fresh air, like a weight had been lifted from all these years you’ve known him for.
chris murmurs beside you suddenly. “so, did i get my point across or do i need to do it all again?” he taunts, and he knows exactly what option you’ll be choosing.
💌: DOES THE STYLE THIS IS WRITTEN IN MAKE SENSE??? i was experimenting and had a vision but it was better in my head so i hope it’s not too confusing!!!! BUT ANYWAY lets also pretend the book in the photos is the right one cause i realized chris had a version with a different cover after i made it into a png, and i was too lazy to change it </3
. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ BSF!MATT WALKS IN ON YOU MASTRUBATING ࿐ྂ
soft moans and pants leave your mouth, your fingers are buried deep inside your cunt, sloppily pumping in and out.
your body is arched into your own touch, hips bucking up as your unoccupied hand shakingly holds your phone, a random porn video playing.
you’re normally never the one to go to the infamous orange black site, but today was different, you were craving release, so before you knew your fingers were flying over your keyboard.
you fasten your pace, moaning softly as you grip the phone more tightly.
and just then, a familiar sound was heard. footsteps, ones you recognise immediately, followed by an excited voice.
“surprise—“
his voice gets cut off immediately as he stands there, shocked, in your doorway. your best friend matt.
you gasp, you want to stop your movements, but somehow you can’t, and it makes matt’s brows raise higher.
“are you- shit i-“ he stumbles over his words as he stares at you, completely mesmerised.
you let out a moan, eyes focused on his. he swallows hard, continuering to clumsily explain.
“uh i was yknow, in the neighbourhood… im- im sorry i shouldn’t..”
but he trails off on his own, eyes fixated on your needy body, licking his lips unconsciously.
“i uh… i should go…” he whispers, but it doesn’t sound convincing at all. you whimper, your voice soft and breathy.
“matt…”
and that’s all i took, before you knew it matt’s fingers were inside your pussy as he watched your face confront in pleasure.
“mmpfh- oh shit..”
you moan, squeezing your eyes shut and bucking your hips up like a needy puppy.
matt lets out a low groan in response, his other hand absently goes down to squeeze his bulge softly, just once.
he lets go of his bulge and picks up your phone, the porn video embarrassingly still playing. he hums, almost satisfied as he watches the actors on the screen, his fingers still pumping in and out of you.
“fuck… i didnt know you were into this kinda stuff…”
he whispers roughly. you whine in response, weak hands trying to snatch your phone back, but they crumble as you feel him hitting even deeper inside of you.
matts amused smile is focused on your phone, while casually fingering you, like it’s something he does every day.
“god this is filthy.. you like being a filthy girl huh?”
he growls under his breath, eyes glimmering with arousal as he watches the video you were previously watching.
he glances at you, turning over the screen so you can acknowledge the horny video you were watching a moment ago.
he raises a brow.
“y’know, we can make this reality if you’d like?”
you let out a groan combined with a moan, your brows furrowed in both annoyance and arousal.
“never say corny shit like that again..”
matt chuckles in response, before pressing a kiss on your jawline and fastening the pace of his fingers.
a/n okay okay don’t come for me i also have no clue why he randomly broke into the house… atleast you guys have a short blurb.. 😔
ⓘ 𝒔𝒎𝒖𝒕! ⋆ bsf!matt ⋆ first time ⋆ bigdick virgin!matt ⋆ fluff ⋆ size kink ⋆ softdom!matt ⋆ clit play + more. (not proofread)
"Fuck, okay..." Matt breathes out, his tongue darting out to wet his dry lips out of habit. His eyes are glued to your glistening pussy on full display in front of him, his dick throbbing painfully at the sight of you so wet for him. He’s holding (more like gripping) his dick firmly in one hand, the other is on your thigh, fingers digging into your flesh.
His tip is already wet with his own precum, throat so dry he has to swallow thickly every few minutes. He cannot believe this is actually happening. Never even imagined you’d let him touch you this way, let alone look at you this way.
You wait patiently, legs spread as far as they can go, making sure to give him easier access to your core since this is his first time after all. And he’s grateful you’re letting him set the pace. Because truthfully? He’s scared. Terrified he’d fuck it all up. It doesn’t help that his dick is bigger than average, something he’d taken pride in until this very moment.
Matt shifts on the bed, the mattress creaking under him, as he gets closer to you. His hand trembles ever so slightly as he slowly runs the fat head of his cock through your drenched folds, hissing softly at the feeling of your warm slick coating his throbbing cockhead.
His eyes dart up briefly to look at your face, and seeing the arousal in your expression as you look down at your own pussy being teased by his dick almost sends him over the edge. He’s a virgin after all—even if he’s not so innocent.
Being dirty minded but inexperienced is one of the few things you’ve always teased him about but look at you now, spread open for him to take you.
The feeling of his tip pressing against your entrance makes you both suck in a sharp breath, hearts pounding and bodies burning with unadulterated desire. Matt looks up at you from your core, eyes searching for any signs of hesitation. When he finds none, he slowly pushes inside, his thick head stretching you wide open.
Your brows furrow almost immediately, face contorting in pleasure and slight pain from the burn of how much he’s opening you up. Matt’s jaw is clenched tightly but his expression mirrors yours otherwise—full of unbridled pleasure.
Only half way in is enough to make Matt feel that warm, tightening feeling inside his stomach. "Fuuck... You’re so tight." He moans, a low, breathless sound, and it only makes you tighter around him, eliciting a hiss from Matt.
He bottoms out with a soft grunt, sparks exploding behind his eyes at the sensation. He’s never felt anything so warm and wet and tight. His hand doesn’t even come close to how good your pussy feels. And he’s wondering why he hasn’t done this sooner.
It’s almost out of instinct when he begins moving, hips rocking back and forth in a slow rhythm, still finding his pace. His hands tighten under your knees where he’s holding you open, pushing your legs further into your chest and almost folding you in half.
He almost loses it when your eyes roll back briefly, the sweetest moans leaving your pouty parted lips as he fucks into you slowly but deeply, thick length stretching you so good. He grits his teeth, jaw muscles ticking as he tries to focus on your pleasure rather than the feeling of his orgasm approaching awfully quickly.
In his mind, he’s begging himself to not cum so quickly.
Fortunately for him, you’re getting close quickly too—despite the slowness of his thrusts. It’s like his dick is hitting everything all at once; every sweet spot is being stimulated because he’s just that big. It almost feels like he’s in your guts, hitting so deep your moans mix with breathless gasps.
Just like he’s seen in porn, his hand leaves your leg to rub your clit with his thumb, circling the swollen little nub in tight circles. Shocks of pleasure shoot up his spine when he feels you tighten like a velvet vice around his pulsating cock.
"F-fuck, Matt...! Right there! Don’t stop- Please, don’t stop--!" Your moans of pleasure, the sight of your perfect breasts pushing out as your back arches, and the feeling of your pussy beginning to flutter around him, almost makes him nut.
With a surge of desire, Matt shifts his position and pulls your legs over his shoulder instead, arms wrapping around your thighs. When he begins moving, he doesn’t go slow like before—he pounds into you.
The sudden change in pace fucks with your head, your hands scrambling for purchase on his bedsheets. Despite being a virgin just minutes prior, he seems to get the hang of it quite quickly. The way he’s hitting your sweet spot just right is mind-blowing in more ways than one—because he’s not supposed to be this good at sex.
It doesn’t even take long for you to come all over his big dick, moaning in ecstasy as waves of pleasure crash over you. Matt’s hips jerk, his head dropping, hunching forward as he gasps softly.
Despite his best efforts to hold back the inevitable—the feeling of your pussy milking him so greedily is his undoing. And he’s coming inside you before he can even warn you.
You moan, a raw, needy sound clawing out of your throat, as his hot semen fills you to the brim, cock throbbing desperately inside you as he keeps fucking you slowly. He groans low in his throat as he slumps forward, body slick with a thin sheen of sweat and forehead pressing against the pillow next to your head.
"You came inside." You breathe out, still slightly breathless.
Matt’s arms let go of your legs and instead he braces them on either side of your head, hips twitching occasionally, face still buried in the pillow, ears flushed pink, dick throbbing.
"Sorry... Couldn’t help it." He murmurs apologetically, still catching his breath. He shifts slightly so his face is buried in your neck instead of your plush pillow, inhaling your sweet scent. "I’ll go get a morning after pill..."
"You better." You poke his side, making him laugh into your skin, lips brushing against your neck so softly and intimately it almost feels like a kiss.
isa’s rambling ۶ৎ i enjoyed writing this one so so much ’cause it’s bsf!matt, bigdick!matt and inexperienced/virgin!matt all together like it cannot get any better than this imo. 3 in 1 if you will. also, my motivation is underground lately and this is the best i could do in terms of writing. thank you for all the support even tho i’ve been slacking off sm. there will be NO PART 2 unless i finish writing all of my wips :)
ⓘ 𝑺𝑴𝑼𝑻! ⋆ "enemies" with benefits ⋆ pussy eating devouring ⋆ bsf brother!matt ⋆ mentions of multiple orgasms ⋆ matt’s kinda mean ⋆ overstimulation ⋆ keeping quiet ⋆ beard burn ⋆ sum aftercare + more.
ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒕... even if his brother’s are home, matt would never say no to some good pussy.
It all started with a sleepover with Nick—aka your best friend and (unfortunately) Matt’s brother. Nick had forgotten to get his charger back from Matt, and with much begging, you reluctantly agreed to retrieve it for him. And when you walked into Matt’s room, you were met with a shocking sight; Matt was jerking off, having forgotten to lock the door.
And from that day onward, something changed between you and him. Even though your interactions still weren’t all that friendly, there was something even more unbearable in the air—desire.
Which kind of makes it easier to understand why you’re currently lying on his bed right now, your pretty lace panties—that you wore for him—discarded somewhere on his floor. His face is buried between your thighs, arms locked tightly around them, your legs tossed over his shoulders.
His piercing gaze is on your face as he eats you out like he’s starving and you’re the only edible thing on planet earth. And he’s being so fucking loud too, slurping and sucking and making wet noises as if his brothers aren’t—literally—in the next room and will hear him if he gets any louder.
Doesn’t look like he gives a fuck, though.
A moan escapes your mouth when he suddenly sucks your clit into his mouth, hard, and you quickly clamp a hand over your mouth, knuckles turning white. Your hips twitch and jerk against his face but he doesn’t budge, only sucking harder and flicking the tip of his tongue faster against your poor little nub.
You can’t even say anything snarky, or mock him, because he’s just that good. You can barely think—let alone talk. And all that’s coming out of your mouth are breathy moans and whimpers, muffled by your hand but not silenced. And yet it’s being drowned out by the wet noises of him devouring you.
Matt pulls back slightly just to look at the mess he made of your pussy, the tip of his nose and lips and chin all coated with your arousal like you’re unintentionally claiming him as yours.
"Fuck... Look at you..." He breathes out, voice slightly hoarse from eating you out nonstop. He doesn’t even bother wiping his mouth, loving the feeling of your juices coating his face as he leans down to leave hot, open mouthed kisses along your inner thighs and around your aching cunt.
When he dives back in, he’s even more enthusiastic—enough to make your hands fly to his hair, your back arching. You’re barely keeping your moans in as Matt moves his head from side to side, tongue out—like a damn dog.
Your fingers tug at his hair, curling in the soft brown locks, pulling his face closer to your pussy as your breath hitches more frequently, moans falling freely from your parted lips, no longer trying to keep quiet.
It’s not like you can even focus on keeping quiet anyway.
Matt immediately knows you’re close, knowing your body and its reactions like a book he’d read a thousand times. He redoubles his efforts, barely breathing, gasping and groaning into your pussy like he’s feeling pleasure from making you feel good.
Fuck, he’s making such lewd, filthy noises.
"C’mon, don’t fucking hold back." Matt growls into your soaked flesh, panting. "I’m not stopping until you come at least once more." He dives back in before you can even register his words, licking and sucking on your pussy with the sole intention to make you climax.
The bands in your stomach become unbearable in seconds, making you whine and try to buck your hips to relieve the tension quickly. But you can barely move as Matt holds your hips down on the bed in an iron grip, most likely going to leave bruises due to how tightly he’s holding you.
"Oh... ffu-fuuck-fuck, fuck, fuck--Matt—fuck-" You chant, moaning, back arching off the bed, hands scrambling and gripping his hair tighter. Your thighs tremble—actually tremble—as you feel the warmth beginning to settle deep in your core, spreading throughout your body like wildfire.
You come on his tongue so hard that sparks explode behind your eyes—your eyes watering due to the overwhelming pleasure crashing down on you.
Your hips buck to escape his mouth, but Matt doesn’t relent. Instead, his mouth follows your cunt, licking up your juices, low groans rumbling in his chest as he tries to taste more of that heavenly juice oozing out of you.
And only when you finally come down from your orgasm—which felt endless thanks to Matt’s unrelenting mouth—does he pull away, cheeks flushed, lips slick and slightly swollen. He looks wrecked—in the best way possible. And his hair is a mess atop his head, all disheveled like he’d just rolled out of bed or someone had tugged on it for minutes straight.
His chest heaves as he tries to catch his breath, getting up from his bed to fetch the water bottle on his nightstand. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and takes a few deep chugs of the water, his Adam’s apple bobbing with each gulp, before handing it to your dazed form.
You take the water, grateful for something to soothe your dry throat, and slowly sit up just enough to drink from it. You watch him with heavy lidded eyes as he walks around his room, searching for something to wipe his face on.
A subtle rash is beginning to form on your inner thighs, you notice. It’s not bad but it’ll definitely bother you for a day or two. But oh well, it’s not like you’re complaining. Matter of fact, it’s oddly satisfying to see the aftermath—and it makes you horny to know you’ll have his marks between your legs until the next time he decides to eat you out.
"Be right back."
You barely acknowledge Matt’s words as he leaves the room (probably going to the bathroom), too deep in thought as you sip mindlessly from the water bottle.
And a few minutes later, he comes back, a clean, damp towel in his hand. "Lie back." He says, casually—too casually. As if he’s not about to give you aftercare like some devoted boyfriend. "I’m not gonna repeat myself."
You slowly lie back, trying not to acknowledge the flutter in your stomach and the way your heart is beginning to race again—and not due to exertion or desire—as he gently wipes your inner thighs and overstimulated pussy with the soft fabric.
This is bare minimum. You try to tell yourself.
But your heart’s not listening at all.
"What are you staring at?" The sound of his voice, all gruff and annoyed, snaps you out of your thoughts.
"You look good with messy hair." You find yourself complimenting him, stupidly.
But how can you lie when he looks so damn sexy?
Matt snorts derisively, hiding the fact that he really liked that compliment coming from you. "Yeah, right."
You roll your eyes and scoff quietly under your breath, finding his attitude ridiculous. Especially for someone who was panting and moaning into your pussy just moments prior.
Laughable, really.
Suddenly, a soft white tee and a pair of comfy pj pants lands directly on your face, making you yelp in surprise. Wasn’t he just wiping you down? When did he even get up from the bed???
"Seriously?" You groan out, voice muffled under his clothes.
You can hear him chuckling, the sound fading like he just walked out of his room. You sigh softly and slowly get up from his bed so you can put on the clothes he sooo kindly gave you.
Since you hadn’t really left any panties in his room, you pull on his pants without anything under them, all while making a mental note to bring some over to stuff in his dresser.
As you pull his t-shirt overhead, you catch a whiff of his laundry detergent and something uniquely Matt. You pull the neckline up to smell it again-
"Can you stop sniffing my clothes." Matt grumbles behind you, making you literally jump, caught red handed.
You immediately become defensive, scoffing. "I was not smelling your clothes- Your laundry detergent has a nice scent, that’s all." You trip over your words, digging yourself a deeper hole.
"Whatever makes you sleep at night." Matt moves past you to place two glass bottles of apple juice on his nightstand, before turning back around and shoving a bag of your favorite snack towards you. "Chris is ordering some pizza, eat this in the meantime. Bet you’re hungry after that."
Even as he’s talking right in front of you, you can’t help but let your eyes wander down his body and towards the big bulge in his pants—almost obscenely big.
"Thanks..." You murmur as you slowly take the bag from him, your eyes glued to the tent in his pants. Your mouth begins to water, knowing exactly what he’s hiding under there.
Matt smirks, all slow and teasing, having noticed your gaze. "Oh, you’re hungry for something else, huh?" He "adjusts" himself in his pj pants, only making the bulge more prominent as if teasing you on purpose.
"Get on your knees and eat then."
Before your mind can resist, your body is already obeying.
isa’s rambling ۶ৎ i can’t keep writing new fics when i already have so many wips but how can i not write something when he looks like that ??? he knows he’s sexy... and you can probably tell which pic was my fav from the photo dump lol
ⓘ 𝑺𝑴𝑼𝑻! ⋆ strangers ⋆ 3sum (no incest, ew) ⋆ dirty talk (kinda) ⋆ face fucking ⋆ size kink ⋆ missionary ⋆ big dick!chratt + more.
ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒕... going on a blind date is nerve-wracking, but at least you have your friend... right? well, what happens when said friend cancels last minute so you’re stuck in a blind date with two men?
You’re sitting at a table across two identical looking men, frequently glancing down at your phone as if it’d save you from the awkwardness. The music in the somewhat of a high-end restaurant is a low hum in the background, but it doesn’t fill in the heavy silence between the three of you.
This was supposed to be a double blind date, something about getting back at your dating game after being single for months. The seat beside you is empty since your friend had been called for an emergency work meeting so she couldn’t come.
And you didn’t want to go after knowing you’d be alone, but because you’re such a people pleaser, you felt bad to just ghost the two guys and not arrive either. And that’s how you ended up here, in some restaurant with two brothers sitting across from you.
Well, it’s not like you’re really complaining though.
They’re reaaally attractive.
You don’t realize you’re staring until one of the guys—the one with hair sticking out the back of his fitted hat, and who introduced himself as Chris—speaks. "Is everything alright? You’re staring."
The question makes you blink and you lean back slightly in your chair as if creating distance even though there’s already a table between you and the men. "No, there’s nothing." You can feel heat creeping up your neck as you speak, barely able to make eye contact with any of their piercing blue eyes.
Their eyes are beautiful, so much so it’s intimidating.
"Hm... I see." The one with a scruff around his jaw, Matt, hums. And you swear you can hear a slight taunt (or mirth) in his voice, making you sink into your chair, hoping they don’t notice how flustered you’re getting—how much they’re affecting you without even doing anything.
But of course they’d notice. They’re exceptionally attentive.
"Cute."
You almost think you’re hearing things when you hear one of them whisper the word cute. And you look up from your plate of half-eaten food, towards the two men, finding them looking at you in a way that makes you squirm slightly in your seat.
Their gazes are almost... hungry? You can’t tell.
You can’t read their expressions at all.
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"You hear that, Chris?" Matt draws back slowly before thrusting in again, thick inch by thick inch, in an awfully slow pace that lets you feel every ridge and vein of his hefty length. The distinct sound of wet squelching fills the room, coming from Matt filling your dripping cunt over and over again. "Fuck, she’s so wet."
Chris chuckles, pulling his long, thick dick out of your mouth, gripping himself by the base to slap his head against your swollen saliva-slick lips teasingly. And he gazes down at you with a feverish gaze, pupils blown wide, a soft flush decorating the otherwise pale complexion of his cheeks, hair a mess atop his head—mirroring Matt’s appearance. "All this for us?"
You barely mumble out a soft, broken "yes" before he’s sliding himself back in your mouth, filling your mouth while Matt fills your pussy. They haven’t even fastened their pace yet, and it hasn’t even been more than half an hour since they started fucking you, but you’re already wrecked and barely able to think clearly.
God, they’re so big...
It’s almost as if they can read your mind as their pace quickens, just enough to make you gasp around Chris and clench around Matt. Your hips are held tightly by Matt so you wouldn’t slide up the bed from his hips snapping against yours. Meanwhile, Chris is hitting the back of your throat and making you gag softly, your eyes watering.
You weren’t planning on sleeping with the two guys you ate dinner with in awkward silence, even though they were exactly your type and you kind of did fantasize a little about the two of them fucking you while sitting across from them in that restaurant.
Oh well, it’s not like you’re complaining. Not one bit.
isa’s rambling ۶ৎ don’t save her, she’s exactly where she wants to be :D and well... i wasn’t gonna write a new fic unless i finished all my wips but i couldn’t help myself! i mean c’mon, look at them. they look so good i just had to write something^^ i wouldn’t be surprised if this flops (i don’t really like it)
fwb!chris, smut, sexual content, dry humping/grinding, no actual sex, smoking, usage of weed, kissing/making out, shotgunning, pet names, cumming in pants, swearing, kinda sub-ish chris? (not proofread)
smoke drifts lazily between you and chris, encasing you in a metaphorical and literal hazy cloud. your thighs rest either side of his hips, bracketing them.
you take hit of the blunt you’ve been passing back and forth for the past ten minutes before connecting your lips to chris’s in a high, sensual kiss, exhaling the smoke into his mouth.
“mmfph—fuck.” he groans against your mouth when you nip at his bottom lip, playfully tugging it.
you break the kiss to trail wet, sloppy kisses down his jaw and onto his neck, sucking on the skin, making sure to leave a mark.
“shiit angel, fuckin’ possessive today huh?” his voice comes out in a low rasp, indicating how turned on he is. although you don’t need any other signals when you can clearly feel his growing bulge against pressing up against you through your jeans.
your lips leave his neck and return to his own—as he takes another drag of the blunt, and this time exhales into into your mouth with a soft, pleasured sound.
your hands slide from the back of his neck to thread through his hair, tugging lightly to provoke a reaction from him. you’re pleased when he lets out a stifled sharp intake of breath, clearly enjoying your manicured nails scratching his scalp and tangling in his dark curls.
the kiss becomes more heated, and soon you two are lost in the moment. the blunt lays forgotten on his bedside table, having already done its job. his dick twitches beneath you, causing your hips to roll forward on instinct.
the friction of his jeans through your thin cotton shorts is perfect, dragging just right. so you do it again, this time with more purpose. he groans into your mouth, hands trailing down your sides to grip your hips, grinding you down on him. you form a slow, sensual rhythm, stimulating you both as your lips locking continue to be the only noise in his dim, weed-smelling room.
chris swears under his breath as his dick jumps from beneath the denim. “shi—shit,” he says breathily. his hips buck to meet yours, creating a more intense feeling that makes you gasp when the seam of his jeans catches on your clothed clit.
“fuck, keep doin’ that.” he pants into your mouth, grinding his hips up so you two are moving in tandem now, synchronised in your pleasure.
you begin to feel your release coiling low in your belly almost embarrassingly fast. maybe it’s the weed in your system, but everything feels heightened, hypersensitive.
you can tell chris is close too, by the way his low groans have shifted into soft, muffled whimpers and shaky breaths.
your movements become slightly more desperate as you grind and rut your hips against his clothed dick, chasing the delicious friction.
you’re sure your panties must be soaked through from how worked up you are—something that chris’ll definitely tease you about later.
the pleasure mounts and you cum with a soft cry, burying your face in his shoulder as chris cums too, his hips lifting and pressing into yours to rub his cock against you through his orgasm.
the air stills, and the only noises left in chris’s bedroom are your shared shallow pants.
“shit.” you look down at the mess between you, seeing that you’ve soaked his jeans. “sorry.” you say, slightly amused.
“all that from just grindin’ on my dick?” chris teases, nipping at your jaw playfully. “oh fuck off.” you prod him, rolling your eyes.
“you’re acting like you didn’t just cum in your pants.”
💌 freya yaps . . . #needthat #wantthat #cravethat
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it really shouldn't be this funny, not with chris settled between your thighs, his mouth attached to your cunt, his tongue flicking over your sensitive clit. yet the little christmas hat sitting half-assed on his head makes it impossible to take anything seriously.
you're trying hard to ground yourself, to focus on the warmth of his mouth and the soft, breathless sounds caught in the back of your throat—you really are. but your attention keeps drifting back to that stupid hat, the fuzzy white ball wobbling with every shift and it's breaking you apart bit by bit.
a small giggle slips between your lips, another, and then you clamp your hand over your mouth, moving too late as the laughter bubbles up, shaky and uncontrollable as your body jerks on the mattress.
chris stills for a moment, listening like he's trying to figure out if he's heard you right. then he slowly lifts his head, dark eyes flitting up to meet yours. his expression is flat and unimpressed, brows knitting together as he takes in the way you're losing it completely.
he mutters, "the fuck you findin' so funny?"
"i-i'm sorry, i'm sorry," you splutter your apology through laughs, trying and failing to hold it in as your fingers swipe under your eyes, wiping away the moisture gathering there. "i-i'm sorry, i just—"
"what?" chris snaps, pushing himself up on his palms so he can look at you properly. his hair's a mess beneath the hat, sticky strands sticking to his sweaty skin, his mouth glistening with your juices. "what is it?"
"it's just—it's the hat," you suck in a deep breath, trying to steady yourself. "it keeps moving. the little ball—the pom-pom—it keeps bouncing every time you move your head."
chris just stares at you. blinks once, twice, and then one brow lifts slowly, disbelief written all over his face.
"i'm tryin' to eat your pussy," he says flatly, voice edge with annoyance and incredulous. "...and you're laughin' at the fuckin' hat?"
you try to speak to defend yourself, but the words get tangled up in another burst of laughter that erupts from your chest. you turn your face to the side, shoving it into the pillow while pressing your lips together like that might help, but it only makes it worse as your shoulders shake and breaths coming out in little snorts.
"i'm not laughing at you," you manage to say, wanting to clarify. "i-i promise! it's just the hat—"
"the hat," chris repeats flatly, exhaling through his nose, jaw tightening. "you're unbelievable, bun. 'm down here eatin' you out and you're laughin' like i just told you some fuckin' joke."
"i'm trying not to! i really am!"
he clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth, straightening a little more, clearly offended. his eyes narrow at you as you're unstoppable, watching your body wrack, chest heaving up and down as you try to catch your breath the best you possibly can.
"whatever."
"no!" you panic a little, laughter still bubbling up as you instinctively tighten your legs around him when he tries to move. "no, 'm sorry!"
"get off me."
"no!" you shake your head, grip tightening, making sure you're using enough of your leg strength to keep him locked where you need him to be. "please continue, 'm sorry... i-i won't laugh again, i promise. i'll be good."
chris stares at you blankly, debating it while listening to your laughter that quietens into small snorts that slip out every so often.
eventually, he shifts back into place, laying on his stomach between your legs, hooking his arms around your thighs to keep you spread open for him. you press your lips together once again, trying not to make another sound.
and just before he continues, you feel the tiniest, subtle upward curl at the corner of his mouth against your skin before his tongue returns between your folds, prodding at your leaky entrance and slipping inside.
you're on the couch, your right leg tucked under your left, while matt sprawls next to you, scrolling through his phone. in the cozy silence, matt tossed his phone aside, clearly done scrolling. he turned to you, sliding his left arm behind the couch, eager to catch your attention.
"yes, matt?" you locked eyes with him, feeling the heat of his gaze. matt then smirks, his gaze drifting to his lap, silently inviting you to sit on him. you bit your lip, suppressing a grin as you settled onto his lap.
just as you were about to settle onto his lap, matt halted you. "ah," he murmured, his hands gripping your hips. you glance at matt, puzzled. "these," he says, sliding your pajama shorts off, "come off." he tosses them aside, leaving you in just your black thong. you didn’t question it. he then positioned your hips directly over his bulge. “see?” he murmured, while his hands rubbed and squeezed your ass as his lips traced your neck.
you giggled softly, fingers tangling in his brown hair, pulling him closer as you tilted your head back, inviting him to explore more of your neck. he kisses your neck, trailing down to your collarbone and shoulder, then back up to your jaw. then capturing your lips in a messy, passionate kiss.
the kiss heated up fast, his hands gripping your hips as he grinds you against him. you moan softly against his lips before breaking the kiss, your lips swollen and rosy, mirroring matt's. he gazes up at you, eyes locked on yours as you rock against him, your mouth forming a breathless 'o'.
matt gently slides your tank top strap down, pressing soft kisses on your shoulder before pulling the fabric down completely, exposing your tits. his mouth eagerly found your right nipple, his tongue dancing over the sensitive skin. the friction sent waves of pleasure straight to your clothed pussy. making you move your hips even quicker.
you could feel the knot tightening in your stomach. matt was feeling it too. he pulled away from your breast and lifted your hips, catching you off guard as he slid your thong to the side. the cool air brushed against your clit as he settled you back onto his lap. your eyes fluttered from the sensation, feeling his hardness pressing against you through his jeans. the damp spot on his jeans spread, a slick testament to your arousal.
"mmm—matt, fuck," you gasped, moving against him faster. he gripped your hips, matching your rhythm. "c'mon, baby, make a mess. wanna see it," he moaned, his hands exploring every curve of your body.
his words unraveled the knot in your stomach, leaving you trembling in his lap. matt, still in his boxers, mixed in with your come, creating a gooey, sticky mess on his jeans.
“fuuuuuck, look at that,” he groans, lifting you up, the sticky substance clinging to your clit. “so fucking delicious,” he whispers, pulling you down for a kiss.
the glow of your desk lamp felt like it was vibrating against your retinas. you’d spent the last three days surrounded by books and cold coffee. no matter how much you memorized, it would never be enough.
your vision blurred as you stared at the same paragraph for the tenth time. the words weren't words anymore—just black ink stains on a white page. you felt brittle, like a piece of glass that would shatter if someone even breathed on you the wrong way.
matt had been quiet. he was usually the loud one, the one who filled the room with energy, but for the last hour, he’d been pacing your room like a restless shadow. he’d pick up a stray textbook, flip through the pages with a look of pure confusion, and set it back down. he didn’t get the obsession—the way you pushed yourself until your hands shook—but he never judged you for it.
until now.
he could see the way your shoulders were up to your ears. he could see the way you were chewing your lip until it was raw.
the silence of the room was broken when you felt his presence behind your chair. he didn’t touch you at first; he just stood there, his warmth radiating against your back.
“come on, baby,” he said, his voice dropping into that low, gravelly register he only used when it was just the two of you. “you need to relax for a bit.”
“no,” you snapped, though there was no bite in it—just exhaustion. “i have to study. if i don’t finish this chapter, i’m going to fail. i’m already behind.”
“you’ve been staring at that same page for twenty minutes,” he countered softly. he leaned down, his chest pressing against your back as he rested his chin on your shoulder. “your brain is full, sweetheart. just a few minutes.”
“matt, i can’t—”
“five minutes,” he whispered, his breath hot against your ear, sending a traitorous shiver down your spine. “i’m not asking you to quit. i’m just asking you to relax.”
you wanted to fight him. you wanted to insist that your future depended on the next few minutes of reading. but then he placed his hands on your shoulders and began to knead the knotted muscles there. a pathetic, broken sound escaped your throat, and your head fell forward.
“there she is,” he murmured.
you let him lead you to the bed. the transition from the hard wooden chair to the soft mattress felt like sinking into a cloud. you laid back, the sudden change in posture making your head swim, and matt sat beside you, watching you with eyes that were dark and heavy with something more than just concern.
“i can help you relax,” he whispered.
the air in the room shifted. the stress of the exams didn't disappear, but it moved to the background, replaced by the sudden, sharp awareness of his hand sliding beneath the hem of your shirt. his skin was warm, a stark contrast to the chill of the room, and your breath hitched in your throat.
you didn't say anything. you couldn't. you just nodded, your eyes locking onto his.
matt moved with a purpose that made your heart hammer against your ribs. when he moved between your legs, his hands firm as he tugged at the waistband of your sweatpants with underwear, the last of your academic thoughts simply disappeard.
“gonna make my pretty girl feel so good,” he promised against your skin.
and he kept that promise. every touch was designed to pull you further away from the stress and deeper into the sensation of him. when he finally moved, his tongue tracing the sensitive folds of your skin, your back arched off the bed instinctively. your fingers found purchase in his hair, tugging, grounding yourself as the world narrowed down to the heat of his mouth and the rhythm he was creating.
“matt...” you whined, a plea and a prayer all in one.
“just relax, baby,” he murmured against you, his voice muffled but steady. “for me.”
the release was all you needed. all the tension of the week, the anxiety of the finals, and the pressure you’d put on yourself seemed to pour out of you in one long, shaky breath as you came.
but matt wasn't done.
he moved up the bed, his body hovering over yours, his weight a welcome pressure that made you feel safe. you felt the hard, familiar line of him pressing against you, a silent question that you answered by wrapping your legs around his waist.
“ready, baby?”
you nodded, unable to find your voice. when he moved inside you, the fullness was a shock to your system—a reminder of exactly who he was and how well he knew you. the bedframe rhythmically hit the wall, a steady heartbeat to the chaos of your senses. you couldn't think. you couldn't worry about grades or deadlines. all you could do was feel the way he moved in you, the way his breath sounded in your ear, and the way he looked at you like you were the only thing in the world that mattered.
the end came—a shared high that left you both tangled together, hearts racing in sync.
matt collapsed beside you, pulling you into his side. he was glowing with a light sweat, a smirk playing on his lips as he looked at your disheveled state.

“relaxed?” he teased, his hand tracing lazy circles on your hip. “or do you need more?”
you didn't answer with words. you simply shifted, climbing on top of him and pinning his wrists to the pillow, your eyes telling him exactly what you wanted.
the books on the desk could wait.
author’s note: this is my first actual smut, and i don’t like it that much, but i wanted to post smth. so enjoy, i guess. 🤍 (also new theme on my posts!)
Chris is passed out at the far end of the couch, or at least pretending to be. He’d been quiet for the past twenty minutes, blanket over his chest, face turned toward the cushions. You and Matt are on the other end of the sectional, hidden under your own blanket, bodies tangled together in a way that’s more intimate than innocent. You’re straddling his lap, thighs snug around his hips, head resting lightly against his chest like you’re just trying to get comfortable for the night.
But Matt’s hands are already moving. One drifts from your waist to your thigh, the other slides beneath the back of your shirt, palm flat and warm against your spine. You feel the shift in him—his dick swelling slowly under you, grinding up through his boxers like he can’t help it. You lift your head and whisper his name softly, warningly, but he doesn’t stop. He just presses his lips to your cheek, to your jaw, then murmurs low into your ear.
“I know he’s awake.”
You freeze, heart pounding. “You what?”
Matt tilts his head just enough to brush his mouth over yours, barely a kiss, just enough to tease. His hands tug at your shorts next. “Nothin’, take these off f’me,” he says simply.
You hesitate for only a second before you shift and pull them down, slow and quiet beneath the blanket. Matt pushes his own sweats and boxers low, dick heavy and flushed between you. The moment you sink down onto him, both of you let out matching sighs—quiet but not quiet enough. His hand is on your mouth almost immediately, palm pressed firm to muffle the sound he knows you want to make. His other arm wraps low around your back, pulling you flush against him.
You start moving, hips rocking slow and heavy, your body trembling with the effort to stay quiet. The squelch of your pussy is slick, loud, obscene, and Matt doesn’t even flinch. He smirks against your throat, whispering, “Y’so wet. We couldn’t be quiet even if we wanted to.”
You whine beneath his palm. He doesn’t ease up. If anything, his grip tightens, his hips lifting to meet your grind. “Let him listen,” he whispers darkly. “Let him hear how I fuck you. Maybe he’ll finally understand he can look all he wants, but he’ll never have this.”
The sounds beneath the blanket grow dirtier—your slick dragging over him with every slow slide, the barely-there slap of your bodies meeting. He keeps you close, buried in your ear with filthy words that make your thighs shake. “Y’feel me, baby? So deep… Can you imagine how bad he wants t’be me right now?”
Chris shifts across from you, subtle, barely moving. But Matt catches it, sees the way his brother’s breathing has changed, the faint twitch under the blanket. He smirks. “Yeah. He’s listening. Probably touchin’ himself right now.”
Chris is. One hand deep under the covers, stroking himself hard, eyes closed like he can pretend he’s not. The sound of your body fucking Matt is driving him insane—the whispering, the slick grind, the low grunt Matt lets out every time you bottom out. Chris bites his lip, legs trembling, and finishes in his boxers, breathing uneven.
He waits until the tension in the room starts to settle before he “wakes up.” Groaning, rolling over, rubbing at his eyes with a fake yawn. Then standing, blanket draped tight around his waist. “You guys are fuckin’ disgusting,” he mutters, not even looking at you as he walks out of the room.
Matt watches him go, then looks back up at you, grin crooked, chest rising fast. “Told you he was awake.”
𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 ---› smut ⋆ bsf!matt ⋆ sexual frustration ⋆ mentions of self-edging ⋆ horny!matt ⋆ matt having a frequent boner ⋆ sexual tension ⋆ making out ⋆ dry humping ⋆ tit play ⋆ dirty talk ⋆ pet names ⋆ bigdick!matt ⋆ size kink ⋆ clit stimulation ⋆ switch!matt ⋆ missionary ⋆ dacryphillia ⋆ fluff ⋆ breeding kink ⋆ (kinda) forced creampie ⋆ getting caught + more.
𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 ---› 𝟒.𝟏 𝒌
𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓’𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒔 ---› well... this is posted a month late but let’s ignore that 😛 i was unmotivated mb and i was overthinking and believed i was the worst writer to ever exist. oh, and keep in mind, this takes place december 2025 (hence the date).
𝒌𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅 ---› english is not my first language!
the continuation of «no nut november».
november 1st
Matt groans as his dick throbs painfully in his pants, pulsing and leaking so much he can’t even sit still. He frequently shifts on the bed, but you don’t even bat an eye as he squirms beside you, dead-set on watching the movie and not giving him what he wants.
As much as you’re starting to regret pulling away so abruptly, you don’t want to ruin Matt’s chance to win this stupid bet he and Chris made without him even trying. Therefore, you’re stuck here with wet panties, barely even focused on the movie even though your eyes are glued to the laptop screen, dying to just get back on Matt’s lap.
Matt keeps glancing at you—you can see it in your peripheral vision—but you’re determined to ignore his needy puppy dog eyes. Because frankly? You’d 100% say fuck it and ride him if you see the look on his face.
november 7th
It has already been a week since you left Matt all hot and bothered with that damned viagra pill in his system. He had to take a cold shower and curse both you and Chris as he shivered under the cold stream. After that though, he hasn’t really had any problem except in the mornings where he’d wake up with a boner.
He hasn’t touched his dick at all. He knows he probably won’t stop if he actually started touching himself and that would end up with him orgasming and he can’t lose 200 bucks over something like that—or maybe he’s just too stubborn and competitive.
It helps that you’ve been avoiding too much physical contact with him, sitting close but not close enough. Still, you can’t help but tease him sometimes, bending over in front of him on purpose or “accidentally” placing your hand on his upper thigh for support while reaching for something.
november 14th
14 days without orgasming has Matt feeling horny and annoyed. He gave in and touched himself on the 8th day but didn’t cum. Instead he edged his poor dick until it was red and raw, almost on the verge of tears as he felt himself pulse and throb.
He’s been watching you with intense eyes, not saying anything but everything about his stare screamed he was horny and you were what he desired. You avoided his gaze most of the time—but when you did make eye contact, you’d only smile knowingly and tease him silently. Like you knew exactly how much he was suffering.
Chris has been as grumpy and quiet as Matt, not wanting to lose the bet, too. He’s been avoiding being around women in general, afraid he’d get a boner from people he considers as friends because both him and Matt are at the point where they’d get hard from literally anything. Nick on the other hand? He’s been all smiles since he’s been getting himself off unlike his brothers.
november 21st
By the end of week three, Matt was so sure he’d lose. He hated how horny he was but he couldn’t help it. He needed to come; He needed to feel that euphoric sensation taking over his body even for a few seconds. Still, he was awfully determined to win this bet, even though he wasn't so close to giving Chris 200 dollars just to relieve the frustration he’s been feeling from not cumming in the past 21 days.
He tried his best not to touch himself but failed every night when he was lying in bed alone. The silence too loud but not loud enough to drown out the dirty thoughts and scenarios playing through his head. So he touched himself, slowly at first, just palming his growing cock through his boxers until he was leaking into it.
But that’s all he did, leaving himself on edge as he tossed and turned, trying to fall asleep. It goes without saying that he hasn’t had good rest lately since he was too horny or frustrated most of the time. All that led to him being a little more snappy and sarcastic than usual. But you didn’t mind, you liked seeing him so desperate.
november 28th
It was almost the end of the month and Matt had somehow grown numb. He didn’t really feel any arousal anymore, thankfully. Chris on the other hand had already given him 200 bucks in cash, saying something about not wanting to play “dirty” and keeping to his words. Which only earned him a disgusted look from Nick and a smug grin from Matt.
Matt knew he didn’t have to edge himself anymore but something about the bet, although it ended, was more thrilling than before. There were only two days until December 1st and Matt wanted to edge himself until then, not let himself cum until the month was fully over.
He’d touch himself at night and even in the morning during the remaining two days, enjoying every bit of the orgasm denial he was giving himself like a sick pervert. He’d also casually sport a hard-on when he was in his room and you were around, knowing damn well you could see the outline of his hard cock through whatever pants he wore that day.
december 1st
You’re both back in the same position you were in a month ago—curled up on Matt’s bed with a movie playing on his laptop. This time though, you’re purposely close to him, head on his shoulder, arm slung around his middle. If a stranger saw this scene they’d probably think you’re dating.
Your shift slightly, getting even more comfortable snuggled up beside him. And after you settle, you let your hand wander south, toying with the strings of his pajama pants, knuckles deliberately brushing against his dick through the thin fabric.
"Hey..." Matt’s voice comes out slightly breathless when you continue to tease the strings of his pants. His hips almost buck into your hand, but he holds himself back somehow. You can see his jaw clenching through your peripheral vision, the sight making you smirk triumphantly.
"C’mon..." He practically whines out as his hand darts out to hold your wrist in place before pushing it away gently. "I can’t focus on the movie." He complains. But how can you stop teasing him when his pants are already tented so deliciously?
"It’s already December, you know?" You sit up straighter, turning your body towards him, lips curling up with a small, teasing grin. "I know you’re pent up... I can take care of you if you just let me."
Matt’s heart begins to race, his pulse going straight to his cock, making it throb with each heartbeat. He’s never seen you so straightforward, so blunt—so wanting.
"Chris and Nick are home..." He tries to resist the temptation.
It only makes your grin widen. "And? We can be quiet."
"The bed will creak-" "They won’t care."
Matt stares at you for a moment, searching your eyes, his rational side fighting with the desire that had built up over the past month. His dick is so hard that it feels like it’ll explode if he doesn’t give it some relief, leaking precum into his boxers.
"Fuck," he curses, running a hand down his face, unable to believe he’s about to go through with this. He breathes out shakily, pushing his laptop off his lap and placing it on his nightstand instead. "So... We’re really doing this. Like, actually having sex?"
"Yeah." You start peeling off your shirt without another word, pulling it overhead, revealing your pale blue lace bra. You can hear Matt’s breath hitching audibly when he sees the skimpy lace on you, barely doing anything to cover your erect nipples.
"Fuck- Wait, wait-" Matt sputters, flustered at your sudden half-naked state. He can feel his dick jerk in his pants, as if it’s excited to see you stripping.
God, it’s as if he can only think with his dick right now.
You ignore his flustered words and shimmy out of your pajama pants under the covers and his eyes almost bulge out of their sockets when he sees the matching lace panties hugging your curves just right.
"Oh, fuck..." He mumbles breathlessly when you climb onto his lap, warm thighs on each side of his hips. His hands immediately settle themselves on your hips, fingers digging into your skin. "You’re gonna kill me." He groans softly, almost pained, clothed cock throbbing desperately under you.
Your hips begin rolling in a slow, almost sensual, rhythm, hands on his shoulders for balance. His head lolls back against the window shade, resulting in the metal bar at the bottom of it to thud softly against the thick glass.
"Fuuck..." Matt moans softly, the stimulation of your clothed core rubbing against his length through his clothes—although slowly—feels more intense than before due to how sensitive he’s become after a month of self-edging.
It’s a miracle he hasn’t come instantly because he’s really, really, close. And you know he is. So you tease him more. Your hands reach around your back to unclasp your bra, letting the soft lace fall away from your bare breasts before tossing the skimpy fabric onto his nightstand—it landing on his laptop.
Matt almost loses it at the sight of your perfect tits, his mouth watering. He looks completely undone already; his face is contorted in pleasure, lips parted, eyes heavy-lidded, and brows set in a pleasured furrow. His hips give small involuntary jerks up when you roll your hips just right, his breath getting caught between moans.
His eyes dart down to where you’re teasing him relentlessly before snapping back up to your face and then down to your boobs, seemingly unable to keep his eyes off the perfect pair of soft looking mounds.
Before he can hesitate further, his head is already dipping, lips immediately latching onto one hardened nipple, sucking gently and moaning softly around it. The vibrations from his moans against your hard peak make your back arch, feeling more aroused than you ever have before.
You keep grinding your pussy against his leaking cock through your clothes while one of your hands leaves his shoulder to grasp onto back of his hair instead, fingers curling gently around his soft brown locks as you keep his face buried in your tits.
He’s lavishing attention on your tits, his hands working in tandem with his mouth, occasionally looking up at you through his lashes as his tongue and teeth work on your nipples. You were never one to enjoy having your tits sucked like this but Matt doing it—so enthusiastically at that—is making your head cloud with pleasure.
After a while, Matt pulls back with a wet pop, his lips and your nipples shiny with his saliva. His eyes close briefly at the familiar feeling of tight coils in his tummy, curling tighter with each drag of your pussy against his sensitive cock. And even through clothes, it’s intense—or Matt’s just extra sensitive right now.
"Shit- I’m gonna cum... Slow down." Matt groans, his brows furrowing further, jaw dropping slightly when you ignore him and move faster. "Oh—Oh my God--" He gasps out, hands flying to your hips to slow you down.
Your lips quirk up despite your pleasure at seeing him so sensitive and needy. "You’re gonna cum? This fast?" Even though you’re taunting him, you slow down per his plea.
"I can’t help it. I need you- need to be inside you." He throws his pride aside and admits desperately. "C’mon, pretty..." He begins peppering kisses up your neck, nipping at your skin when he reaches your jaw.
You moan softly—but then a soft huff of air escapes you, almost sounding like a breathy chuckle. "You’re soo needy, Matt."
That was his last straw and before you know it you’re already under him, legs getting spread open by his hands so he can settle between them. "You think I’m being needy? I’ll show you fucking needy." His voice is low when he talks, hands immediately going south, tugging down your panties before you can even process his words.
You giggle, not realizing you’re about to get fucked completely stupid, thinking he’s not being serious. But Matt is dead serious about making you dumb with his dick. He waited so long for this—to feel your tight pussy wrapped around him—so he cannot take any more of your teasing.
He pulls his tank top off quickly, the abrupt movement making his chain smack against his skin, glinting in the dim light of his night lamp. His hair is a mess atop his head, from your fingers and his own.
"Spread your legs wider." He commands gruffly, thumbs hooking into the waistband of his pj pants, pulling it down quickly to reveal his long, fat cock. It’s so hard that it looks like it’d burst if it doesn’t get some release any time soon.
He usually doesn’t go commando, but with how much he’s been touching himself without actually orgasming, he saw no point in wearing boxers. His dick’s hard all the time anyway, it’d only hurt more if he wore something as constricting as underwear.
Your eyes widen slightly, lips parting, taking in his size in pure unadulterated awe and desire. He’s a lot bigger than you’d expected. You could tell he was big when you were grinding on his lap, but without any clothes it’s apparent he’s huge.
Fuck... That thing is going in you???
You spread your legs wider with your arms hooking under your knees, watching him move closer, cock bobbing obscenely between his legs. He doesn’t even bother taking off his pants, gripping his cock and giving it a few rough tugs as he looks down at your pussy lips glistening with arousal.
When he runs the head of his dick through the wet mess your core had become, you barely hold back a moan, your back arching ever so slightly. Something about a dick so big entering you is making you hornier than before—especially knowing it’s your best friend who’s about to fuck you.
Matt wants to tease you and make you beg, but he knows he won’t last himself if he teases you—he’d end up being the one begging. And therefore, he decides to save that for later. He knows you’ll let him fuck you again after you get a taste of his dick.
Your sharp gasp when he slowly begins to push inside your tight, slippery walls goes straight to his balls. He watches your expression change the deeper he sinks into your heat, and the more your knuckles grow white from how tightly you’re holding your own legs apart for him.
He stops when he’s about halfway in due to how tight your pussy is hugging his thick meat, and he lets out a breathy chuckle at your whimper, finding it endearing how you’re trying your best to adjust to his size. "Too big?"
You nod, trying to breathe through the stretch, pussy fluttering around him as if it’s trying to suck more of him in even though it’s barely fitting around him. The sensation makes Matt’s eyes roll back briefly, a low groan getting caught in his throat. "Fuuck... She’s squeezing me s’tight, sweetheart."
He pulls back slowly, letting his heavy length drag across your walls, until only the tip remains, before pushing back inside equally as slowly. And he repeats it, over and over again, going deeper with each slow thrust until he’s completely sheathed inside your warmth.
"Feels so full... Matt, you’re in too deep..." You whine, hands trying to push his hips away to let your cervix breathe. His tip is literally pressing against it, kissing the opening to your womb like he’s claiming it as his own.
"Just breathe, baby." He coos but pulls back slightly per your request, taking away from the pressure. But before you can breathe out in relief, he pushes back in again sharply, bursting out laughing like it’s the funniest thing when you gasp sharply in return.
You mock glare at him, watching his eyes crinkle at the corners in amusement, gums showing slightly as he laughs like he hasn’t laughed in years, wheezing softly. You can’t help the laughter bubbling in your chest. After all, Matt’s laugh is contagious. "You’re such an ass..."
The mood is broken momentarily as you two laugh at the ridiculousness of the situation. But neither of you would have it any other way. Plus, it helps you take your mind off the fullness and pressure of him stretching you out.
"Shit... What are we even doing?" Matt chuckles, his laughter dying down slightly as he gazes down at you with something so intimate it makes your heart beat faster, your own laugh subsiding into a small smile.
The way his eyes sparkle with leftover mirth and love—something more deeper than just affection for a close friend—fucks with your head and heart. You can’t possibly fall for him, can you? This is supposed to be sex. But why did you two even have sex in the first place? Because you promised him? Because of that no nut November bet and the Viagra pill?
Before you can keep overthinking the meaning behind his actions—and yours—Matt begins moving, his cock throbbing as he feels you clench around him at the suddenness of his movements. His jaw ticks as he bites back a moan, inhaling and exhaling shakily as he murmurs. "Look at me... Only think about my dick inside this pretty little pussy, ’kay?"
His forearms cage your head in, face inches from yours, as his hips slap against yours with soft, wet smacks. His icy blue orbs watch your expressions intently, as if he’s burning them into his mind while simultaneously trying to find your favorite angle.
"Oh, fuck--" Your eyes roll back, words tumbling out as a breathy moan, as the tip of his dick hits your g-spot just right.
Matt grins slowly, dick throbbing. He thinks your reaction is the sexiest thing he’s ever seen. No porn or woman has left him this horny. "Right there? That your spot, baby?" His words are laced with a subtle taunt that he doesn’t even seem to notice, it flowing out naturally.
And with each thrust after that one, he makes sure to target that spongy spot inside you, watching in pleasure as your mouth opens in a silent scream, hands desperately clutching onto his biceps like it’d ground you from the intense pleasure he’s giving you.
Matt loves the way you’re falling apart on his dick, and how good he seems to be making you feel. Your pussy squeezing him like it wants him inside you forever is getting him closer to the edge faster than he wants. He doesn’t want to end this so quickly—He wants to stay connected to you.
One of his arms caging you in reaches down toy with your clit, determined to make you cum before he does—because he’s really damn close to nutting inside you. Jaw muscles ticking, he clenches his teeth, hard, trying to hold back his orgasm.
But his jaw goes slack when he feels your pussy flutter around him desperately, his eyes rolling back briefly at the feeling of you orgasming so hard around his fat cock. Your own eyes are rolled back, tears brimming against your waterline as he pounds you through your orgasm, barely letting you get down from your high.
"M-matt--" You choke on a moan when his hips picks up pace, fucking you in shallow but deep thrusts. Your vision is barely focused, blurring with tears, stars exploding behind your eyes. And the sight of you so fucked out with tears beginning to stream down your face makes Matt’s balls draw up tight against his body.
"Fuck- I’m gonna cum-" Matt warns, gasping, quickly trying to pull out. But your legs wrap around him tightly and suddenly, making him groan and grunt as he tries to hold back his orgasm. "Sweetheart—fuck—I’m not kidding- I’m about to fucking come inside you!"
But you don’t let go of him, even as his hips twitch and jerk against yours, arm veins bulging, knuckles white as he clutches onto the sheets on either side of your head tightly. "Come inside me, please...? Wan’ you to cum inside-" You hiccup, brows knitted together, teary eyed. "Wanna have your babies- Please?"
The sound of your voice, so whiny and desperate and needy and literally begging for his semen, makes his dick twitch inside you, his shaft swelling larger. He tries—he really does—to hold back his impending orgasm, but it’s inevitable as he loses himself in your tight, wet warmth, slowly giving in to your tempting pleas.
"God... You want my cum? Want me to knock you up?" He begins thrusting hard and fast, loving how good you look with your legs wrapped tightly around his waist and taking his big dick like a good fucking girl. "I’ll fucking give it to you. You’e gonna be such a pretty mama, y’know that? You’d look so beautiful with your tummy swollen with my fucking kid."
His dirty talk, how sensitive you are after your orgasm, and the feeling of his dick hitting all your sweet spots, is pushing you closer to another orgasm. And Matt notices, chuckling breathlessly as he keeps fucking you, about to climax himself.
Your second orgasm crashes over you in strong, unrelenting waves, making your back arch and nails dig into his biceps, legs tightening around his waist. You coming around him the second time is what pushes Matt over the edge, the bands in his stomach snapping so hard it makes his vision spot.
"I’m filling you up... Fuuuck..." He groans, his hips grinding against yours, hot cum filling you to the brim. "Keep squeezing me like that and you’re not leaving my bed until morning."
Your heavy-lidded eyes lock with his dark ones, your heart pounding in your chest and pussy throbbing around him. The way he’s staring down at you, with such a loving gaze, is making the line between friends and something more blur.
His hand comes up to gently cup your face, thumb brushing over your cheekbone tenderly. Neither of you say anything for a while, just staring into each other’s eyes, heartbeats matching in rhythm. And when he finally leans down to kiss you, it’s much softer—more intimate—than before. Like he’s pouring out his feelings before he can even tell you through words.
And just as you’re making out slowly, his softening dick still buried inside your warmth and cum oozing out around his shaft, Matt’s phone vibrates on his nightstand. Both of you jump slightly in surprise, the intimate bubble bursting, and he groans softly in annoyance against your mouth.
With a soft grunt, Matt pulls back just enough to take his phone, not bothering to pull out even as his brother’s name flashes across his phone screen.
Nick’s voice immediately goes through the moment Matt takes the call, sounding exasperated. "Are you serious? You couldn’t be quieter? Both me and Chris could hear you guys."
Your face burn in embarrassment as you listen to Nick talk, petrified at the fact that his brothers heard you two fucking. But Matt seems to find it amusing, even though he probably is embarrassed as well—judging by the way his cheeks seem to flush a deeper shade of pink than it already was from exertion.
When he ends the call, you immediately groan softly, hands coming up to cover your face. "I can’t believe this." Your words are slightly muffled behind your hands, and you feel his hands gently prying them away from your face.
"Next time, I’ll bend you over your bed." He says casually, like he isn’t making plans to fuck you, in your bedroom to be specific.
"Next time? My bed?" Your lips quirk up at the corners with a subtle smirk, amused, your earlier embarrassment temporarily forgotten. "And who says I’ll let you fuck me again? Let alone let you inside my house and my room knowing you’re thinking about bending me over like some pervert?"
Matt laughs at your words, his eyes crinkling in amusement. "Oh, I know you’ll let me fuck you again." He pulls out slowly, both of you hissing softly at the sensitivity and the sudden exposure to cool air, before he rolls onto his back beside you. "And you live alone, so no one would complain if I fuck your brains out."
"I have neighbors-"
"Fuck your neighbors. Matter of fact, why don’t we move in together in a soundproof apartment-"
"Matt, be serious."
Matt laughs again, pulling you into his side so you’d be snuggled against him, a cheeky grin on his face as he looks down at you. "I’m just messing with you." Is what he says, but he doesn’t sound like he is.
But it’s not like you’re really complaining.
In fact, you might already be planning what kind of house you’d live in after marriage.
𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 ---› smut ⋆ bsf!matt ⋆ sexual frustration ⋆ mentions of self-edging ⋆ horny!matt ⋆ matt having a frequent boner ⋆ sexual tension ⋆ making out ⋆ dry humping ⋆ tit play ⋆ dirty talk ⋆ pet names ⋆ bigdick!matt ⋆ size kink ⋆ clit stimulation ⋆ switch!matt ⋆ missionary ⋆ dacryphillia ⋆ fluff ⋆ breeding kink ⋆ (kinda) forced creampie ⋆ getting caught + more.
𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 ---› 𝟒.𝟏 𝒌
𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓’𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒔 ---› well... this is posted a month late but let’s ignore that 😛 i was unmotivated mb and i was overthinking and believed i was the worst writer to ever exist. oh, and keep in mind, this takes place december 2025 (hence the date).
𝒌𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅 ---› english is not my first language!
the continuation of «no nut november».
november 1st
Matt groans as his dick throbs painfully in his pants, pulsing and leaking so much he can’t even sit still. He frequently shifts on the bed, but you don’t even bat an eye as he squirms beside you, dead-set on watching the movie and not giving him what he wants.
As much as you’re starting to regret pulling away so abruptly, you don’t want to ruin Matt’s chance to win this stupid bet he and Chris made without him even trying. Therefore, you’re stuck here with wet panties, barely even focused on the movie even though your eyes are glued to the laptop screen, dying to just get back on Matt’s lap.
Matt keeps glancing at you—you can see it in your peripheral vision—but you’re determined to ignore his needy puppy dog eyes. Because frankly? You’d 100% say fuck it and ride him if you see the look on his face.
november 7th
It has already been a week since you left Matt all hot and bothered with that damned viagra pill in his system. He had to take a cold shower and curse both you and Chris as he shivered under the cold stream. After that though, he hasn’t really had any problem except in the mornings where he’d wake up with a boner.
He hasn’t touched his dick at all. He knows he probably won’t stop if he actually started touching himself and that would end up with him orgasming and he can’t lose 200 bucks over something like that—or maybe he’s just too stubborn and competitive.
It helps that you’ve been avoiding too much physical contact with him, sitting close but not close enough. Still, you can’t help but tease him sometimes, bending over in front of him on purpose or “accidentally” placing your hand on his upper thigh for support while reaching for something.
november 14th
14 days without orgasming has Matt feeling horny and annoyed. He gave in and touched himself on the 8th day but didn’t cum. Instead he edged his poor dick until it was red and raw, almost on the verge of tears as he felt himself pulse and throb.
He’s been watching you with intense eyes, not saying anything but everything about his stare screamed he was horny and you were what he desired. You avoided his gaze most of the time—but when you did make eye contact, you’d only smile knowingly and tease him silently. Like you knew exactly how much he was suffering.
Chris has been as grumpy and quiet as Matt, not wanting to lose the bet, too. He’s been avoiding being around women in general, afraid he’d get a boner from people he considers as friends because both him and Matt are at the point where they’d get hard from literally anything. Nick on the other hand? He’s been all smiles since he’s been getting himself off unlike his brothers.
november 21st
By the end of week three, Matt was so sure he’d lose. He hated how horny he was but he couldn’t help it. He needed to come; He needed to feel that euphoric sensation taking over his body even for a few seconds. Still, he was awfully determined to win this bet, even though he wasn't so close to giving Chris 200 dollars just to relieve the frustration he’s been feeling from not cumming in the past 21 days.
He tried his best not to touch himself but failed every night when he was lying in bed alone. The silence too loud but not loud enough to drown out the dirty thoughts and scenarios playing through his head. So he touched himself, slowly at first, just palming his growing cock through his boxers until he was leaking into it.
But that’s all he did, leaving himself on edge as he tossed and turned, trying to fall asleep. It goes without saying that he hasn’t had good rest lately since he was too horny or frustrated most of the time. All that led to him being a little more snappy and sarcastic than usual. But you didn’t mind, you liked seeing him so desperate.
november 28th
It was almost the end of the month and Matt had somehow grown numb. He didn’t really feel any arousal anymore, thankfully. Chris on the other hand had already given him 200 bucks in cash, saying something about not wanting to play “dirty” and keeping to his words. Which only earned him a disgusted look from Nick and a smug grin from Matt.
Matt knew he didn’t have to edge himself anymore but something about the bet, although it ended, was more thrilling than before. There were only two days until December 1st and Matt wanted to edge himself until then, not let himself cum until the month was fully over.
He’d touch himself at night and even in the morning during the remaining two days, enjoying every bit of the orgasm denial he was giving himself like a sick pervert. He’d also casually sport a hard-on when he was in his room and you were around, knowing damn well you could see the outline of his hard cock through whatever pants he wore that day.
december 1st
You’re both back in the same position you were in a month ago—curled up on Matt’s bed with a movie playing on his laptop. This time though, you’re purposely close to him, head on his shoulder, arm slung around his middle. If a stranger saw this scene they’d probably think you’re dating.
Your shift slightly, getting even more comfortable snuggled up beside him. And after you settle, you let your hand wander south, toying with the strings of his pajama pants, knuckles deliberately brushing against his dick through the thin fabric.
"Hey..." Matt’s voice comes out slightly breathless when you continue to tease the strings of his pants. His hips almost buck into your hand, but he holds himself back somehow. You can see his jaw clenching through your peripheral vision, the sight making you smirk triumphantly.
"C’mon..." He practically whines out as his hand darts out to hold your wrist in place before pushing it away gently. "I can’t focus on the movie." He complains. But how can you stop teasing him when his pants are already tented so deliciously?
"It’s already December, you know?" You sit up straighter, turning your body towards him, lips curling up with a small, teasing grin. "I know you’re pent up... I can take care of you if you just let me."
Matt’s heart begins to race, his pulse going straight to his cock, making it throb with each heartbeat. He’s never seen you so straightforward, so blunt—so wanting.
"Chris and Nick are home..." He tries to resist the temptation.
It only makes your grin widen. "And? We can be quiet."
"The bed will creak-" "They won’t care."
Matt stares at you for a moment, searching your eyes, his rational side fighting with the desire that had built up over the past month. His dick is so hard that it feels like it’ll explode if he doesn’t give it some relief, leaking precum into his boxers.
"Fuck," he curses, running a hand down his face, unable to believe he’s about to go through with this. He breathes out shakily, pushing his laptop off his lap and placing it on his nightstand instead. "So... We’re really doing this. Like, actually having sex?"
"Yeah." You start peeling off your shirt without another word, pulling it overhead, revealing your pale blue lace bra. You can hear Matt’s breath hitching audibly when he sees the skimpy lace on you, barely doing anything to cover your erect nipples.
"Fuck- Wait, wait-" Matt sputters, flustered at your sudden half-naked state. He can feel his dick jerk in his pants, as if it’s excited to see you stripping.
God, it’s as if he can only think with his dick right now.
You ignore his flustered words and shimmy out of your pajama pants under the covers and his eyes almost bulge out of their sockets when he sees the matching lace panties hugging your curves just right.
"Oh, fuck..." He mumbles breathlessly when you climb onto his lap, warm thighs on each side of his hips. His hands immediately settle themselves on your hips, fingers digging into your skin. "You’re gonna kill me." He groans softly, almost pained, clothed cock throbbing desperately under you.
Your hips begin rolling in a slow, almost sensual, rhythm, hands on his shoulders for balance. His head lolls back against the window shade, resulting in the metal bar at the bottom of it to thud softly against the thick glass.
"Fuuck..." Matt moans softly, the stimulation of your clothed core rubbing against his length through his clothes—although slowly—feels more intense than before due to how sensitive he’s become after a month of self-edging.
It’s a miracle he hasn’t come instantly because he’s really, really, close. And you know he is. So you tease him more. Your hands reach around your back to unclasp your bra, letting the soft lace fall away from your bare breasts before tossing the skimpy fabric onto his nightstand—it landing on his laptop.
Matt almost loses it at the sight of your perfect tits, his mouth watering. He looks completely undone already; his face is contorted in pleasure, lips parted, eyes heavy-lidded, and brows set in a pleasured furrow. His hips give small involuntary jerks up when you roll your hips just right, his breath getting caught between moans.
His eyes dart down to where you’re teasing him relentlessly before snapping back up to your face and then down to your boobs, seemingly unable to keep his eyes off the perfect pair of soft looking mounds.
Before he can hesitate further, his head is already dipping, lips immediately latching onto one hardened nipple, sucking gently and moaning softly around it. The vibrations from his moans against your hard peak make your back arch, feeling more aroused than you ever have before.
You keep grinding your pussy against his leaking cock through your clothes while one of your hands leaves his shoulder to grasp onto back of his hair instead, fingers curling gently around his soft brown locks as you keep his face buried in your tits.
He’s lavishing attention on your tits, his hands working in tandem with his mouth, occasionally looking up at you through his lashes as his tongue and teeth work on your nipples. You were never one to enjoy having your tits sucked like this but Matt doing it—so enthusiastically at that—is making your head cloud with pleasure.
After a while, Matt pulls back with a wet pop, his lips and your nipples shiny with his saliva. His eyes close briefly at the familiar feeling of tight coils in his tummy, curling tighter with each drag of your pussy against his sensitive cock. And even through clothes, it’s intense—or Matt’s just extra sensitive right now.
"Shit- I’m gonna cum... Slow down." Matt groans, his brows furrowing further, jaw dropping slightly when you ignore him and move faster. "Oh—Oh my God--" He gasps out, hands flying to your hips to slow you down.
Your lips quirk up despite your pleasure at seeing him so sensitive and needy. "You’re gonna cum? This fast?" Even though you’re taunting him, you slow down per his plea.
"I can’t help it. I need you- need to be inside you." He throws his pride aside and admits desperately. "C’mon, pretty..." He begins peppering kisses up your neck, nipping at your skin when he reaches your jaw.
You moan softly—but then a soft huff of air escapes you, almost sounding like a breathy chuckle. "You’re soo needy, Matt."
That was his last straw and before you know it you’re already under him, legs getting spread open by his hands so he can settle between them. "You think I’m being needy? I’ll show you fucking needy." His voice is low when he talks, hands immediately going south, tugging down your panties before you can even process his words.
You giggle, not realizing you’re about to get fucked completely stupid, thinking he’s not being serious. But Matt is dead serious about making you dumb with his dick. He waited so long for this—to feel your tight pussy wrapped around him—so he cannot take any more of your teasing.
He pulls his tank top off quickly, the abrupt movement making his chain smack against his skin, glinting in the dim light of his night lamp. His hair is a mess atop his head, from your fingers and his own.
"Spread your legs wider." He commands gruffly, thumbs hooking into the waistband of his pj pants, pulling it down quickly to reveal his long, fat cock. It’s so hard that it looks like it’d burst if it doesn’t get some release any time soon.
He usually doesn’t go commando, but with how much he’s been touching himself without actually orgasming, he saw no point in wearing boxers. His dick’s hard all the time anyway, it’d only hurt more if he wore something as constricting as underwear.
Your eyes widen slightly, lips parting, taking in his size in pure unadulterated awe and desire. He’s a lot bigger than you’d expected. You could tell he was big when you were grinding on his lap, but without any clothes it’s apparent he’s huge.
Fuck... That thing is going in you???
You spread your legs wider with your arms hooking under your knees, watching him move closer, cock bobbing obscenely between his legs. He doesn’t even bother taking off his pants, gripping his cock and giving it a few rough tugs as he looks down at your pussy lips glistening with arousal.
When he runs the head of his dick through the wet mess your core had become, you barely hold back a moan, your back arching ever so slightly. Something about a dick so big entering you is making you hornier than before—especially knowing it’s your best friend who’s about to fuck you.
Matt wants to tease you and make you beg, but he knows he won’t last himself if he teases you—he’d end up being the one begging. And therefore, he decides to save that for later. He knows you’ll let him fuck you again after you get a taste of his dick.
Your sharp gasp when he slowly begins to push inside your tight, slippery walls goes straight to his balls. He watches your expression change the deeper he sinks into your heat, and the more your knuckles grow white from how tightly you’re holding your own legs apart for him.
He stops when he’s about halfway in due to how tight your pussy is hugging his thick meat, and he lets out a breathy chuckle at your whimper, finding it endearing how you’re trying your best to adjust to his size. "Too big?"
You nod, trying to breathe through the stretch, pussy fluttering around him as if it’s trying to suck more of him in even though it’s barely fitting around him. The sensation makes Matt’s eyes roll back briefly, a low groan getting caught in his throat. "Fuuck... She’s squeezing me s’tight, sweetheart."
He pulls back slowly, letting his heavy length drag across your walls, until only the tip remains, before pushing back inside equally as slowly. And he repeats it, over and over again, going deeper with each slow thrust until he’s completely sheathed inside your warmth.
"Feels so full... Matt, you’re in too deep..." You whine, hands trying to push his hips away to let your cervix breathe. His tip is literally pressing against it, kissing the opening to your womb like he’s claiming it as his own.
"Just breathe, baby." He coos but pulls back slightly per your request, taking away from the pressure. But before you can breathe out in relief, he pushes back in again sharply, bursting out laughing like it’s the funniest thing when you gasp sharply in return.
You mock glare at him, watching his eyes crinkle at the corners in amusement, gums showing slightly as he laughs like he hasn’t laughed in years, wheezing softly. You can’t help the laughter bubbling in your chest. After all, Matt’s laugh is contagious. "You’re such an ass..."
The mood is broken momentarily as you two laugh at the ridiculousness of the situation. But neither of you would have it any other way. Plus, it helps you take your mind off the fullness and pressure of him stretching you out.
"Shit... What are we even doing?" Matt chuckles, his laughter dying down slightly as he gazes down at you with something so intimate it makes your heart beat faster, your own laugh subsiding into a small smile.
The way his eyes sparkle with leftover mirth and love—something more deeper than just affection for a close friend—fucks with your head and heart. You can’t possibly fall for him, can you? This is supposed to be sex. But why did you two even have sex in the first place? Because you promised him? Because of that no nut November bet and the Viagra pill?
Before you can keep overthinking the meaning behind his actions—and yours—Matt begins moving, his cock throbbing as he feels you clench around him at the suddenness of his movements. His jaw ticks as he bites back a moan, inhaling and exhaling shakily as he murmurs. "Look at me... Only think about my dick inside this pretty little pussy, ’kay?"
His forearms cage your head in, face inches from yours, as his hips slap against yours with soft, wet smacks. His icy blue orbs watch your expressions intently, as if he’s burning them into his mind while simultaneously trying to find your favorite angle.
"Oh, fuck--" Your eyes roll back, words tumbling out as a breathy moan, as the tip of his dick hits your g-spot just right.
Matt grins slowly, dick throbbing. He thinks your reaction is the sexiest thing he’s ever seen. No porn or woman has left him this horny. "Right there? That your spot, baby?" His words are laced with a subtle taunt that he doesn’t even seem to notice, it flowing out naturally.
And with each thrust after that one, he makes sure to target that spongy spot inside you, watching in pleasure as your mouth opens in a silent scream, hands desperately clutching onto his biceps like it’d ground you from the intense pleasure he’s giving you.
Matt loves the way you’re falling apart on his dick, and how good he seems to be making you feel. Your pussy squeezing him like it wants him inside you forever is getting him closer to the edge faster than he wants. He doesn’t want to end this so quickly—He wants to stay connected to you.
One of his arms caging you in reaches down toy with your clit, determined to make you cum before he does—because he’s really damn close to nutting inside you. Jaw muscles ticking, he clenches his teeth, hard, trying to hold back his orgasm.
But his jaw goes slack when he feels your pussy flutter around him desperately, his eyes rolling back briefly at the feeling of you orgasming so hard around his fat cock. Your own eyes are rolled back, tears brimming against your waterline as he pounds you through your orgasm, barely letting you get down from your high.
"M-matt--" You choke on a moan when his hips picks up pace, fucking you in shallow but deep thrusts. Your vision is barely focused, blurring with tears, stars exploding behind your eyes. And the sight of you so fucked out with tears beginning to stream down your face makes Matt’s balls draw up tight against his body.
"Fuck- I’m gonna cum-" Matt warns, gasping, quickly trying to pull out. But your legs wrap around him tightly and suddenly, making him groan and grunt as he tries to hold back his orgasm. "Sweetheart—fuck—I’m not kidding- I’m about to fucking come inside you!"
But you don’t let go of him, even as his hips twitch and jerk against yours, arm veins bulging, knuckles white as he clutches onto the sheets on either side of your head tightly. "Come inside me, please...? Wan’ you to cum inside-" You hiccup, brows knitted together, teary eyed. "Wanna have your babies- Please?"
The sound of your voice, so whiny and desperate and needy and literally begging for his semen, makes his dick twitch inside you, his shaft swelling larger. He tries—he really does—to hold back his impending orgasm, but it’s inevitable as he loses himself in your tight, wet warmth, slowly giving in to your tempting pleas.
"God... You want my cum? Want me to knock you up?" He begins thrusting hard and fast, loving how good you look with your legs wrapped tightly around his waist and taking his big dick like a good fucking girl. "I’ll fucking give it to you. You’e gonna be such a pretty mama, y’know that? You’d look so beautiful with your tummy swollen with my fucking kid."
His dirty talk, how sensitive you are after your orgasm, and the feeling of his dick hitting all your sweet spots, is pushing you closer to another orgasm. And Matt notices, chuckling breathlessly as he keeps fucking you, about to climax himself.
Your second orgasm crashes over you in strong, unrelenting waves, making your back arch and nails dig into his biceps, legs tightening around his waist. You coming around him the second time is what pushes Matt over the edge, the bands in his stomach snapping so hard it makes his vision spot.
"I’m filling you up... Fuuuck..." He groans, his hips grinding against yours, hot cum filling you to the brim. "Keep squeezing me like that and you’re not leaving my bed until morning."
Your heavy-lidded eyes lock with his dark ones, your heart pounding in your chest and pussy throbbing around him. The way he’s staring down at you, with such a loving gaze, is making the line between friends and something more blur.
His hand comes up to gently cup your face, thumb brushing over your cheekbone tenderly. Neither of you say anything for a while, just staring into each other’s eyes, heartbeats matching in rhythm. And when he finally leans down to kiss you, it’s much softer—more intimate—than before. Like he’s pouring out his feelings before he can even tell you through words.
And just as you’re making out slowly, his softening dick still buried inside your warmth and cum oozing out around his shaft, Matt’s phone vibrates on his nightstand. Both of you jump slightly in surprise, the intimate bubble bursting, and he groans softly in annoyance against your mouth.
With a soft grunt, Matt pulls back just enough to take his phone, not bothering to pull out even as his brother’s name flashes across his phone screen.
Nick’s voice immediately goes through the moment Matt takes the call, sounding exasperated. "Are you serious? You couldn’t be quieter? Both me and Chris could hear you guys."
Your face burn in embarrassment as you listen to Nick talk, petrified at the fact that his brothers heard you two fucking. But Matt seems to find it amusing, even though he probably is embarrassed as well—judging by the way his cheeks seem to flush a deeper shade of pink than it already was from exertion.
When he ends the call, you immediately groan softly, hands coming up to cover your face. "I can’t believe this." Your words are slightly muffled behind your hands, and you feel his hands gently prying them away from your face.
"Next time, I’ll bend you over your bed." He says casually, like he isn’t making plans to fuck you, in your bedroom to be specific.
"Next time? My bed?" Your lips quirk up at the corners with a subtle smirk, amused, your earlier embarrassment temporarily forgotten. "And who says I’ll let you fuck me again? Let alone let you inside my house and my room knowing you’re thinking about bending me over like some pervert?"
Matt laughs at your words, his eyes crinkling in amusement. "Oh, I know you’ll let me fuck you again." He pulls out slowly, both of you hissing softly at the sensitivity and the sudden exposure to cool air, before he rolls onto his back beside you. "And you live alone, so no one would complain if I fuck your brains out."
"I have neighbors-"
"Fuck your neighbors. Matter of fact, why don’t we move in together in a soundproof apartment-"
"Matt, be serious."
Matt laughs again, pulling you into his side so you’d be snuggled against him, a cheeky grin on his face as he looks down at you. "I’m just messing with you." Is what he says, but he doesn’t sound like he is.
But it’s not like you’re really complaining.
In fact, you might already be planning what kind of house you’d live in after marriage.
your voice is both shaky and breathless, fingers tangling in his hair as you arch your back. matt grins, he presses a soft kiss on your inner thigh before diving back in again, his tongue moving torturously slow. you moan, your face is beet red from arousal and an overwhelming feeling. when he dips his tongue between your folds, to graze your clit, you let out another pathetic moan, which is truly music to matt ears.
he smirks, his hands are digging in your thighs as he holds them apart. he doesn’t look up once, only focused on pleasuring you. and since he didn’t shave for a while, his beard is grazing your thighs, the hair making a shiver go down your spine.
the harsh hair is not specifically painful, but it is making your eyes water up. you squeeze them shut, giving matts hair yet another tug to pull him closer in between your legs.
“matt..”
you pant out, voice trembling as you glance down at him with teary eyes. he looks up, a small grin on his face. his chin is already covered in your juices, making his beard sticky. most people would find it gross, but not you, it only makes you want to pull him closer, to make his face even more messy.
“so fuckin’ sweet,” matt murmurs in between licks, his voice low and raspy. a weak whimper escapes you. matt looks up again, pulling away for just a second and making you whine softly.
“gonna be a good girl f’me?”
he asks, an evil grin on his face because he knows he has you wrapped around his finger. his words cause another moan to escape you, and you just nod dumbly. no words, just constant nodding like a pathetic kitten. matt hums lowly, clearly enjoying seeing you like this.
“then spread your legs for me baby, gonna make you feel real fuckin’ good.”
a/n idk bruh this is ass but i had to write something after disappearing for a year… mb chat
the house was cloaked in a thick silence, every sound swallowed whole. after a heated argument with matt, the air felt charged. he lounged on the couch, while you lay in your shared bed, mindlessly scrolling through your phone, trying to distract yourself.
matt had accused you of something you didn’t do, and you were quick to deny it. but with both of you having smart mouths and no way to hold back, the air between you thickened with a tense silence.
matt was fed up with the silence. he stood up from the couch and headed to the bedroom. knocking softly, "you in there?"
you jump at his voice but stay silent.
a frustrated sigh escaped him. matt knew he was being ignored. instead of knocking again, he grasped the doorknob, turning it slowly, peeking his head through the narrow crack of the door.
he sees you laying on the bed, your back pressed against the headboard.
without a word, he slips into the room, the door quietly shutting behind him. making his way towards you.
as he reached the bed, he parted your legs and positioned himself between them. you could only watch, breathless, waiting to see what was next.
"what are you doing?" you asked, questioning on why he was positioned between your thighs. instead of replying, he pressed soft kisses along your inner thighs, murmuring, "i'm so sorry," as he moved from the top of your leg to your inner thighs repeatedly.
"i'm. so. fucking. sorry," he murmurs against your skin, his lips pressing against your lower tummy above the waistband of your black shorts. he hooked two fingers in the waistband of your shorts, slowly peeling them down until you were left in just your panties.
matt gazes up from between your thighs, lifting two fingers to rub your covered cunt. "how can i get you to forgive me, baby, huh?" matt pouted, his voice low. you opened your mouth to respond, but no words escaped. he pressed kisses against your clothed pussy, then unexpectedly flattened his tongue against it, leaving you breathless. “mmm…” you moan, and matt glances up, eager to see your response as his tongue dances over your soaked pussy.
with a few teasing licks over your panties, matt settles on his knees between your legs, his fingers inching toward your panties, slowly pulling them down. "can i show you how sorry i am, mama?" he asks, looking up at you. you stared at him, struggling to stay angry, but inside, you craved him bad.
he leans in, pressing a soft, passionate kiss to your lips. his lips trail to your jaw, then your neck, before teasingly sliding down to your collarbone, gently tugging your tank top strap off your shoulder.
he yanked your tank top down, revealing your breasts. matt's hands kneaded them before his mouth found one, sucking and swirling his tongue around your nipple while his fingers teased the other. you tangled your fingers in his hair, tugging gently.
matt yanked down his sweatpants and boxers, tossing them aside carelessly. he stroked himself, then settled between your legs. he glides his tip along your folds, gathering the slickness from his kisses. "you're mad, but still so wet for me, aren't you?" he murmurs, watching your reaction. your brows furrow, and your mouth parts as you involuntarily thrust your hips, craving more. matt notices, smirking, "what do you need, baby?" he teases your folds with his tip. "use your words," he says, gently caressing your face. your eyes nearly roll back as pleasure courses through you. you whisper, "i want you inside me," lifting your hips for more.
matt wasted no time, sliding his thick cock deep inside you, stretching you deliciously. he groaned as your walls clenched around him, and your moan echoed, the sensation of being filled by him was amazing.
he lifts one leg over his shoulder and wraps the other around his waist, driving deeper inside you. his length bulges in your tummy as he presses down, gazing up at you. "mmm, look at that, my baby's so full, you feel that?" he murmurs, thrusting slowly. words escape you; you’re lost in ecstasy.
he thrusts in and out of you, each movement drips with regret. "i'm so sorry, baby," he murmurs, his lips brushing your neck. "i didn’t mean to upset you, mama." he pleads, his breath hot against your skin.
he took his time, eager to pleasure you and make up with you. his lips found yours, kissing you while he thrusts slowly. you moan into the kiss, and he groans in response.
a knot tightened in your stomach as Matt sensed your walls clenching around him. one hand found your clit, his thumb circling expertly. "you're close, huh?" he murmured against your lips. you moaned and nodded. "c'mon, baby, milk my cock," he urged, pulling away from the kiss and thrusting harder. your eyes rolled back in pleasure as you released, barely able to gasp his name. "mmphh, matt."
he collapses on you, warmth spilling inside as he stays nestled, a creamy mess pooling on the sheets. he kisses your temple, whispering, “i'm sorry, baby,” for the umpteenth time. you roll your eyes playfully, teasing, “i suppose you are.” “oh, really? i could go all night, baby. let me show you just how sorry I am,” he replies, his tone serious.
