matt sat on his gaming chair at the foot of his bed, legs spread wide with a prominent bulge in between them. his eyes stayed trained on the erotic scene in front of him, unable to take them off. his hand slowly slid down, palming his cock through the fabric of his sweatpants, breath hitching softly at the friction.
you, his supposed girlfriend, locked eyes with him while you got pounded from behind by his brother on his bed. your lips curled up slightly at the corners with a mocking smile before parting to let out pleasure-filled moans.
chris’ hands gripped your hips, his hips slapping against your ass with loud, wet smacks, groaning and grunting in pleasure as your gummy walls squeezed his shaft just right. one of his hands left your hips and instead grabbed a fistful of your hair, pulling on it to arch your back more so you could take him deeper.
"fuuck, just like that, baby—squeeze me juust like that." chris groaned, his fingers tightening on your hair and hip as he quickened his pace, fucking you with wild abandon even as matt watched. "moan louder, ma, let matt hear how good my dick’s making y’feel."
and you did.
"feels soo good... way, way better than you ever fucked me, matt—oh, fuuckk--" you moaned shamelessly as you tried to keep eye contact with him but it became increasing difficulty to do so due to how deep chris was hitting—his tip kissing your cervix with each thrust, causing your eyes to roll back involuntarily.
matt pushed down his sweats and boxers just enough to free his aching length—red and raw from lack of attention, the tip already wet with precum. his knuckles wrapped around the base of his cock before slowly moving them up and down, eyes still locked onto your face.
he fisted his cock faster when chris fucked you faster, slowing down when chris slowed down. his stomach muscles tightened, hips thrusting up involuntarily and fucking his fist as your moans grew louder—no doubt getting close to the edge.
the sound of skin slapping against skin grew louder and louder—along with the creaking of matt’s queen sized bed and your and chris’ moans, occasionally matt’s soft ones, before it all stopped after a sharp smack from chris’ hips meeting your ass.
your orgasm hit you the moment you felt chris’ cum flood your inner walls.
matt watched with furrowed eyebrows and parted lips as chris filled you up, his breath hitching as he found his own release. his chest heaved with ragged breaths and soft gasps, his hand slowly stroking his length—milking himself and prolonging his own orgasm.
he didn’t mind watching you get fucked by chris, or hearing you degrade him, because that just turned him on.
write dealer!matt write dealer!matt i need that cocky bastard to fuck me and be mean to me and tease me and everything i’m beggin on my knees i’ll do anything u want pls pls pls pls
#needthat (I dunno how to write dealer fics but I'll do my best for my bby)
ⓘ best friends ᚐ sexual tension ᚐ pet names ᚐ fingering your mouth ᚐ raw raw ah ah ah or whatever lady gaga said ᚐ sough rex ᚐ size kink ᚐ big dick!matt ᚐ praise kink ᚐ creampie ᚐ tiny plot twist ᚐ etc. + intended lowercase. 𝐰𝐜. 𝟏.𝟔𝐤
[𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞!]
from gum to the back of your pencil, you had to have something in your mouth when you weren’t eating or talking. it wasn’t as bad when you were a kid but as you grew older it kept getting worse. you had developed a bad case of oral fixation and your best friend, matt, was the first one to notice it.
you never realised how bad it had become until matt pointed it out one day, joking about how you always had something in your mouth.
"you hungry? you’re chewing on your hoodie string." he’d say with a teasing grin, earning an eye roll from you.
"bruh, if you keep nibbling on your pen, you’ll have to buy a new one ‘cause ain’t no way that thing’s ever gonna work again." he’d say as he hands you a piece of gum.
"kid, you’ve had that popsicle stick in your mouth since this afternoon." he’d comment and chuckle.
matt didn’t think too much about it at first—it was more amusing than anything, but it wasn’t long before his thoughts started to become inappropriate. he’d imagine other scenarios where you’d have something in your mouth—something big enough to make you gag and choke.
he always tried to will his mind to stop thinking about shit like that, but it never worked.
today wasn’t any different. matt was already having difficulty keeping his thoughts family-friendly but the way you were sucking that lollipop drove him absolutely insane. you probably weren’t even aware how sexy you looked right now in your loose pajama pants and white tank top combo, sucking on your candy like it was something else.
you had suggested a sleepover and matt couldn’t refuse, plus it’s not like he’d ever say no to you. but now that he was sitting cross-legged beside you in his own pj’s as you picked a movie to watch, it was starting to become more and more difficult to keep himself from acting like a horny teenager.
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it had been a few minutes since the movie began playing on your laptop and matt’s eyes kept drifting to your lips; he wasn’t even paying attention to the movie anymore. all he could think about was how good your mouth would feel around his-
"you want some chocolate?" your offer snapped him out of his thoughts and he cleared his throat before mumbling a hoarse "yeah, thanks" and popped a small piece of chocolate in his mouth, chewing slowly as his eyes stayed trained on the laptop screen to not blatantly stare at your lips again.
you shrugged off his odd behaviour, chalking it up to something your mind made up at the moment and focused back on the movie. matt, on the other hand, kept sneaking sideways glances at you, watching as you sucked on your lollipop.
fuck, he was already growing hard.
matt shifted subtly, anxiously pulling the blanket up more but the bulge ftom his raging hard-on was still there. he scanned the room for something to cover his lap and seeing a pillow discarded on the floor beside the bed, he almost whooped out in triumph.
he quickly took it and put it on his lap in a pathetic way to hide his boner from his oblivious best friend. sneaking a glance at you, a shaky sigh left his lips, thankful that you were still focused on the movie ahead.
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it was starting to become boring after one too many movies and you two decided to just sit and talk about random things. you laid on your stomach as you opened a game on your phone, the lollipop stick still in your mouth as you absentmindedly nibbled on it.
matt couldn’t help but stare, watching as your plump lips wrapped around the thin stick, wishing it was his dick instead. he shook his head subtly as if that’d make his explicit thoughts disappear.
"so uh… what’re you playing?" he suddenly seemed so interested in what you were doing on your phone, making you look up at him with a confused expression. "wh-what?" he said before you could even utter a word.
you gave him a look and chuckled, mumbling a quiet "nothing" as you went back to playing your game. "it’s just some puzzle game, been really into it these days." you answered his question after a few seconds, your eyes still trained on your phone screen.
he nodded even though you couldn’t see it. "i see…" he said as he laid beside you. "you know... you should, uh, maybe discard that thing already?" he referred to the lollipop stick in between your teeth, his eyes darting down to your lips before quickly snapping back up to your eyes.
"nah, i’m good." you replied, not looking up from your phone. your feet lifted up, ankles crossing as you swung them subtly back and forth, still laying on your stomach. "what, is it bothering you matty boo?" you joked, giggling at your own lame joke.
"i’m hard." he blurted out, a little too breathless. "and your fucking oral fixation is not helping, sweetheart." his chest heaved slowly, breath getting shallower as he tried to control them. the way you were looking at him nearly made him groan in frustration—those doe fucking eyes, looking at him so surprised like a deer in headlights.
"and? you’re saying it’s my fault your body decided to act like a horny teenager-" "yeah, it’s your fault." he cut you off, his eyebrows rising slightly as if he was daring you to say anything more.
you stared at him for a moment before sitting upright, a slow grin creeping onto your lips, causing matt’s breath to hitch in his throat. you slowly removed the thin lollipop stick from your mouth, tossing it in the trashcan beside your bedside table before leaning forward, eyes glinting with mischief. "you want my help then?"
oops, not the smartest thing to say.
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two long digits were shoved inside your mouth, your lips sealed around them, muffling your moans. matt’s hips were unrelenting, slapping against yours with lewd wet smacks, each one harder than the last. his fingers tightened on your hip, your legs thrown over his shoulders, allowing him to go deeper.
"is this what you meant when you said you wanted to help me?" matt drawled, his voice all gruff and hoarse from exertion and desire. "such a good girl, huh? helping her best friend get off." he laughed breathlessly, amusement oozing out of every word.
matt watched with hooded eyes as you nodded frantically, eyes threatening to roll back as his thick cock hit every right spot. a slow, lazy grin spread across his lips. "c’mon, pretty, suck on my fingers—what happened to your oral fixation? my dick’s so good you can’t even do what you can do best?"
his words caused you to momentarily snap out of your cock-drunk daze, making you suck on his fingers, nibbling softly, moans vibrating on them. he groaned low in his throat, finding the way you were sucking on his fingers to be too fucking sexy—enough to make his stomach tighten with his impending release.
but he wanted you to come first.
and so, he fastened his pace, angling his hips to hit that sweet spot that drove you crazy. the sound of sex, raw and wet, filled the room, along with your muffled moans and his groans and grunts. the bed creaked rhythmically underneath you, no doubt making enough noise for his neighbors to understand what he was doing.
matt’s eyes fluttered closed when he felt your velvet walls flutter around his pistoning cock, his brows knitting together due to how good your pussy squeezed around him. he couldn’t help but let out a low, deep moan, hips blurring as he fucked you into oblivion.
"c’mon, baby, i know you’re right there... don’t fucking hold back—oh, fuuckk... just like that, squeeze me like you wanna suffocate my dick." he groaned shamelessly, the dirty talk flowing out naturally. he began to move his fingers in your mouth, mimicking the way his length was destroying your sopping cunt.
it wasn’t long before you felt your orgasm crash over you.
"theere you go, you’re such a good girl." matt breathed out, feeling your insides pulse rhythmically around his shaft, his eyes closing briefly and hips stuttering at the feeling. "such a good girl—cumming on my cock so prettily."
matt picked up the pace again, his fingers slipping out of your mouth to hold your hips with both hands so he could really fuck you like he meant it. his hips smacked against yours loudly, and your moans and mewls filled the room—nothing in the way to muffle it.
"thaaat’s right, pretty, moan for me—show me how much you love my big fucking cock." he groaned, chasing his own orgasm.
a few more slams and his breath hitched, before a drawn-out moan slipped past his parted lips, his length twitching inside you as it painted your walls white with cum. "best fucking pussy—soo fucking good." he groaned softly, gently taking your legs off his shoulders and setting them down.
matt collapsed onto you, catching himself on his elbows as to not crush you under his weight. his forehead rested against yours, eyes still closed and breath hot and heavy. "so good." he whispered, breathless but sated.
"next time... you should let me suck you off, i’ve an oral fixation after all." his eyes fluttered open at your words, his expression turning slightly puzzled when he saw the small smirk on your lips.
then he remembered all those small smirks, the deliberate way you sucked on your lollipops and ice pops, and a look of realization slowly replaced his confused one, an amused smile creeping up his face. "you little fucking tease." he chuckled softly, giving your hip a small squeeze.
your oral fixation was over exaggerated on purpose huh?
Can you please do one about the new space camp shirt that says “Kiss Me I’m Wearing Space Camp Wellness” about Matt and he wears the shirt as an excuse to get affection and attention from you because you had to do what the shirt says. And it can be cute and fluffy or freaky I don’t mind either or even both!
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