𝑯𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒆𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒔 ✰ 𝑴.𝑺
ⓘ 𝑺𝑴𝑼𝑻! ⋆ roomie!matt ⋆ hiding a boner ⋆ lowkey awkward but charged with sexual tension ⋆ making out ⋆ big dick!matt ⋆ size kink ⋆ pet names ⋆ dirty talk ⋆ saw rex ⋆ riding matt :p ⋆ creampie (let’s hope reader is on the pill or smth) ⋆ fluff ⋆ matt being unable to stand afterwards + more.
ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒕... matt gets a boner while watching a movie with you so you offer to help him take care of it.
Matt glances over at you briefly and swallows thickly, shifting in his spot, his jaw clenching as he looks back at the TV playing the classic scream. He takes off his hoodie and tosses it on the armrest of the couch, his chain glinting in the dim lighting of the horror movie.
His dick throbs painfully in his pajama pants when you subconsciously lean closer to him, your eyes glued to the TV screen, watching the movie intently as your hand lingers in the bowl of popcorn on his lap. The popcorn bowl doesn’t help his hard-on at all, but at least it’s somewhat hiding it.
And thankfully, you haven’t noticed it yet. Matt thinks he’ll be fine if the bowl stays on his lap, hiding something you shouldn’t see, but then your hand accidentally shifts the bowl on his lap as you try to take some more popcorn. Which makes Matt’s hips jerk involuntarily, making you pause and look at him.
"Uh... You okay?" You tilt your head slightly, like you always do, and Matt’s length twitches. The way you’re looking at him—so confused and unknowing of your roommate getting aroused by your proximity—causes Matt to take a slow breath to compose himself before answering.
"Yeah... Just, cold? I guess." He lies poorly with a small casual shrug, but inside he wishes he could disappear. The reason for his boner wasn’t even anything sexual; You had accidentally placed your hand on his thigh, a little too close to his crotch, when you reached for the can of Dr. Pepper on the coffee table.
And after that, every little movement of yours, every subtle touch and graze of your body against his made him harden more and more, resulting in him becoming so hard it’s genuinely painful now. His hands twitch at his sides, dying to just whip his dick out and give it some much needed relief.
You hum an "okay" and look back at the movie, not realizing what kind of state Matt is in. Your thigh grazes his when you shift in your spot, tucking your feet further under the fluffy throw blanket over both your laps. The bowl stays on Matt’s lap because if he places it somewhere else you’ll immediately notice the huge bulge tenting the blanket.
All Matt can do at this point is sit still and try to focus on the movie rather than how much his balls are aching or how damp his boxers are becoming with the steady leakage of his precum. His eyes are looking at the TV screen with enough intensity to burn two holes into it, hands fisted at his sides, jaw muscles ticking due to how hard he’s clenching it.
During a lull in the movie, where it’s just some characters talking, you finally notice how tense he’s being. "Matt, seriously. Are you feeling okay? We don’t have to have a movie night tonight if you want to rest. I mean, you’re all tense and sitting completely still." You show some concern, which he appreciates, but he can’t really tell you the reason, can he?
Still, his mouth starts talking before his brain can process it.
"I’m okay. I just- I’m hard." His words tumble out, slower towards the end and more unsure as he realizes what he just admitted out loud. He tries to backtrack immediately, but his mouth only opens and closes like a fish out of water with no actual words leaving his lips. He slowly stops trying to explain and just stares back at your shocked expression, his own expression blank.
After a minute of silence, you finally speak. "Oh..." Matt cringes at your reply—or the lack thereof. Your noncommittal reply makes him want to jump in an open grave and pour dirt over himself. He expected anything but this. Maybe a disgusted look, or even a slap to his face—anything but a simple "oh".
"Uh... I’ll just- I’ll just go to my room." He flashes a small awkward smile and moves to stand up, taking the popcorn bowl off his lap, but you hold his arm as he’s halfway up, the blanket slowly falling down to reveal his bulge. Matt’s eyes dart between your hand on his arm and your unreadable expression.
He sits back down awkwardly, blinking at you. You look at him, really look at him, and see how much his pupils are dilated with desire, how dark his eyes are, how his lips are parted and how deep his breaths are. He looks undone already. And that does wonders to make you wet.
"You know... I can help you... with it-" You pause, feeling like you’re coming on too strong and slowly take your hand off his arm, glancing down at your lap briefly before looking into his eyes again. "I mean, if you want to. I don’t want to sound like I’m forcing you or anything."
Matt nods, slowly, almost as if he’s unable to believe this is happening; his fantasies and wet dreams are close to becoming reality. "I- yeah, yeah... I do." He murmurs, tentatively reaching for your hand on your lap and lacing his fingers through yours. His eyes hold months of pent-up desire and yearning for his roommate who he thought wasn’t into him.
You find yourself leaning in slowly, your eyes dropping to his lips before snapping back up into his eyes. And he naturally copies your movement, leaning in until your breaths mingle, the air around you crackling with suffocating tension.
Matt’s free hand comes up to cup your cheek, thumb brushing over your cheekbone in a way that feels more intimate than it should. Your heart stutters—and so does your breath—when Matt closes the remaining distance, his lips brushing against your tentatively as if asking for permission. Your eyes slowly flutter shut and you melt into his touch, your hand gently squeezing his where it lays entwined on your lap.
The kiss is gentle—explorative—at first, both of you pouring out everything unsaid into it, leaving you breathless when Matt pulls back to look at you. His eyes flicker with a mix of desire and something far deeper, and you’re not sure you can take it without drowning in him.
The second kiss is more heated, more passionate, like he’s finally letting himself have you. His hand on your cheek slides down to your neck and around, tangling in your hair, fingers gentle but firm in the soft locks. His head tilts to the side, teeth grazing your bottom lip before he bites down softly on it, soothing it with his tongue immediately after.
It’s sloppy and it’s messy—all teeth and tongue—but it’s real. It’s him and it’s you; two people who’ve been keeping their wants and needs buried deep inside themselves because they were both afraid the other wouldn’t want it—want them. And it all broke like a dam when you offered to help him, and now you’re not sure you can pull away from him.
You’re straddling him before you know it and Matt’s hands are already on your hips, the touch grounding you. You can feel his erection pressing against your core through your pajama pants—and you suddenly notice he’s wearing the same type of pants as you.
You smile into the kiss, a breathless laugh getting swallowed by Matt. And he pulls back with a small crooked grin, his lips glossy and slightly swollen from the kiss and his pupils dilating further as he gazes up at you. "What’s so funny?" He asks, chuckling softly himself, thumb rubbing gentle circles on your hip bone through your pants.
"It’s just... We’re wearing the same pants. I didn’t notice it until now. And similar shirts." You point out, your heart doing silly little flips inside your ribcage. "It feels like we’re dating with how we’re dressed in matching clothes, you know?"
Matt laughs at that, soft and amused. "Yeah? Like we’re dating huh?" He teases, repeating your words, his grin never faltering as he watches your expression turn flustered. "You’re adorable, you know that?" He says, softer, his grin softening into an adoring smile, making your heart beat so fast you’re sure it’s break dancing inside you.
"Am not." You manage, out of words, suddenly embarrassed by the absurd things you just said and the even more absurd thing that left his lips. He thinks you’re adorable? God, your brain is probably going to replay this scene every night before bed. Your stomach does a small flip when his hands tighten on your hips and he pulls you gently down on his boner, grinding you slowly against it.
You gasp softly, feeling his hardness catch onto your clit briefly through your clothes, and your hands go to his shoulders to steady yourself. Matt groans softly, mumbling a soft curse under his breath, his brows furrowing ever so slightly as he finally gets some friction against his raging boner.
"Shit-" He hisses, looking down at where your clothed pussy is rubbing along his erection, his flushed and wet tip already peeking out from under his waistband where his t-shirt had ridden up, bunching around his middle. "Sorry-" He laughs. Breathless. Undone. "Couldn’t help it. I’m dying here."
He’s gripping your hips so tightly you’re sure it’s going to leave marks. Desperation is oozing from every pore in his body, and you can’t even blame him, his dick’s probably aching painfully now. You gently take his hands off your hips and climb off his lap. Matt watches with puppy dog eyes as if he’s trying to get you back on his lap with just his eyes. And it almost works, but you have a better idea.
Matt’s breath hitches, sharp in his throat, when you start tugging down your pajama pants, leaving you in just a shirt and your lacy black panties. You swear you can see his dick jumping in his pants, as if it’s as happy to see you strip as its owner.
His chest heaves with deep breaths as you sit yourself back on his lap, your bare thighs warm on either side of his hips, and his hands find themselves on your waist this time, roaming up and under your shirt. He finds you bare underneath, no bra to contain your pretty breasts, your already nipples semi-hard from arousal—and he almost loses it.
You let him tug your shirt up and over your head, revealing your bare chest to his hungry gaze. His mouth waters at the sight and he gulps softly, watching your nipples harden further in the cool air. His hands cup your tits, feeling the warmth and weight in his palms. "You’re so beautiful..." He whispers, almost to himself.
Your hands reach down and tug on the waistband of his pants. "C’mon. I’m dying here." You repeat his earlier words, smiling as if you're not teasing him. Matt squints at you, his lips curling up with the kind of smile that looks playful but holds a quiet authority that makes you shut up instantly.
"You feeling impatient, sweetheart?" He asks, chuckling gruffly. His hands leave your breasts to free himself instead, smirking as you lift yourself off his lap for a moment so he can pull his pants and boxers down. His cock springs free, slapping against his stomach, leaving a streak of wetness on his shirt.
His smirk grows wider when you take in his dick, your eyes widening slightly. It’s big and long, with an angry red tip that fades into a more neutral color further down his shaft. Veins run along his length—some thick, some thin, but all throbbing and pulsing with each of his quick heartbeats. His dick jumps at the attention you’re giving it, making your throat go dry.
"Don’t you fucking worry, baby. I’ll give it to you, alright. All 8 inches. And fill you up until you can’t take it anymore." He promises darkly, wrapping his fist around his base, slapping his cock against your clothed mound. "You want that? Want me to stretch you out with this big dick?"
"Mhm..." You breathe out, and pull your panties to the side before he tells you to, unable to wait any longer. Your hips hover over his dick—standing tall and proud under you—and you slowly lower yourself until you feel his hot tip against your pussy lips. Matt’s breath hitches softly as he feels your wetness coat his tip and his hand on your hip tightens, so does his grip around the base of his dick.
Your hips move back and forth, making his cock slide up and down your soaked folds, eliciting a low moan from Matt. The sound is unlike anything you’ve heard him make, and it sends a jolt of desire straight to your core. He looks down at his lap, watching the filthy scene and feeling his cockhead catch onto your entrance.
He looks back up at you through his lashes, eyelids heavy and making his usually dead eyes look even more so. God, he looks edible. His hair is a mess on his head, but the kind of mess that makes him look hotter. His cheeks are slightly flushed, giving him that boy-ish look, contrasting from how his eyes are looking at you like he wants to devour you. His pupils are blown wide, his pretty blue irises almost nonexistent.
His tongue darts out to wet his lips, half out of habit and half due to how dry his lips have become from it being parted for so long. His gaze is pleading, hand desperate, unspoken words on his tongue. And you finally give him—and yourself—what you’ve both been craving and slowly sink down, his thick head stretching you wide open.
The stretch burns but it’s not painful, more satisfactory than anything. You both let out a low moan when you finally take him all the way, your hips flush against his. His cock is nestled so deep inside you that you can’t help but lift your hips back up ever so slightly to ease the pressure against your cervix.
Fuck, he’s so big.
Both of Matt’s hands are on your hips now, gentle and grounding. He looks down at where you’re connected, in awe at how well you’re taking him, before he looks back up at your face, watching your expressions for any signs of discomfort or pain. One of his hands slides up from your hip to your face, tucking loose strands of hair behind your ear, his thumb grazing your cheek in a way that has your heart beating more than it should for a mere "roommate".
His eyes hold such strong emotions that neither of you are ready to acknowledge. But the way his hand lingers on your face, fingers gentle against your skin, blurs every line and boundaries made when you first became roommates. Every unsaid rule you made inside your head is broken at this moment and you can’t help but wish this wasn’t just you helping him relieve his ache.
But it is more than that isn’t it?
You slowly start to move, riding him, your heart full and empty at the same time. You don’t want to ruin this moment by confessing your feelings—the feelings you haven’t tried to acknowledge until today. So all you do is moan his name and keep bouncing on his cock. You’re whispering his name like a prayer and so softly that it makes Matt’s heart clench, his hands gripping your hips and helping you move on him.
Matt leans up slightly, his lips parted. "Kiss me. Please...?" The plea comes out breathless, rough with pleasure. His cock twitches inside you when you kiss him, one hand on the back of the couch and the other curling in his soft brown curls, tugging gently. He swallows up your moans, hands sliding down to squeeze your ass, giving your supple flesh a few sharp slaps before soothing them by kneading them in his large hands.
"Fuck-" He groans, pulling back from the kiss to look down at your pussy swallowing his thick length, his shaft glistening with your slick. "You’re s’wet right now." He laughs, breathless, ending in a groan. "You’re so perfect, baby—ahh-fuuck! So fucking good." His head falls back against the back of the couch, eyes fluttering shut for a moment as he relishes in the feeling of your tight, warm cunt sliding up and down his cock.
Matt plants his feet firmly on the ground, thigh muscles flexing under you, and he wraps his arms around your waist, pulling your middle flush against himself, as he begins to pound up into you. Your surprised squeaks and moans are like music to his ears, grounding him from the slight burn in his thighs from how quick he’s fucking you.
He buries his face in your breasts, muffling his groans and grunts, as he completely ruins your pussy for anyone else. Your thighs begin to shake involuntarily when he starts to hit somewhere no one has before. The spot he’s hitting sends shocks of pleasure through your entire body, making your moans grow in pitch and volume, your hands scrambling for purchase on his shoulders.
"G-god--! Oh- fuuck--fu-fuck! Matt-ahn! Matt, I can’t-" You moan above him, your stomach burning with an orgasm you’re not sure you can handle. You’re about to climax, and it’s the first time you’re so close to coming this quickly. But Matt doesn’t stop, his hips seem to move even faster, his brows knitting together as he ignores the way his legs and hips protest against his sudden intense movements.
Your senses zero in on the feeling of his cock hitting every sweet spot inside your gummy walls, some thrusts being deep enough to make his tip kiss your cervix. Your vision spots when your orgasm crashes over you in strong, unrelenting waves, each wave making you twitch and shudder on his lap.
And Matt finally slows down, moaning softly at the feeling of your tight little pussy milking his cock greedily. His chest heaves with exertion, sweat beading along his brows, intense eyes looking at your face contort in pleasure. He helps you ride out your high by rolling his hips against your, stirring his cock deep inside you.
After a while, your hips begin to move again, finally having come down from your high. Although you’re still sensitive from your orgasm, you want Matt to come too, and the way his thighs are shaking subtly under you tells you he’s too exhausted to keep moving. Matt’s arms slowly unravel from around your waist, instead putting his hands back on your hips.
He appreciates that you’re moving now. It’s embarrassing but he’s used up all his energy on making you feel good that he can’t really move much now. His hands caress your body as you move on top of him, determined to make him feel as good as he made you feel. And it seems to be working by the way his breath is hitching more and more and his cock swelling and throbbing inside you.
"Fuck- I’m gonna cum if you keep riding me like this." Matt admits hoarsely, moaning softly afterwards. His hips twitch against you when you speed up your movement, bouncing on his cock, your sensitive pussy squeezing and clenching around him perfectly. "Sweetheart- Slow down." He gasps.
He grips your hips tightly, not to guide your movement or to stop you, rather to ground himself from his impending orgasm. His balls draw tight against his body and he knows he’ll come inside you if you don’t slow down anytime soon.
"Fuuuck-- cum—ah—cumming--" He warns one last time before letting go, his hips lifting up from the couch and pushing his cock balls deep inside you as he spills. His warm cum paints your walls white, filling you up to the brim, making you feel all warm inside.
When he finally stills, cock twitches weakly and begins to soften slightly inside you, he kisses you softly—a gesture of gratitude for giving him so much pleasure. Or maybe it’s something more, something far more meaningful. But neither of you say anything to acknowledge the chemistry and feelings.
A few minutes of sitting still and catching your breaths, Matt chuckles weakly when he pulls back to look at you, his curls messy and sticking to his sweaty forehead. His grin is crooked when he looks up at you, eyes glazed over and looking high on pleasure. "Gotta start exercising or something. ’Cause I don’t think I can stand up without falling. I mean, my legs are literally shaking." He admits sheepishly, making you chuckle softly.
He smiles softly at the sound of your soft laughter, his eyes shining with adoration. His smile never falters as he presses butterfly kisses across your chest. And you stay on top of him, content in the small intimate bubble around you both and unwilling to break it anytime soon.
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isa’s rambling ۶ৎ matt posted a tiktok -› i had to write something about his slutty ass who stared at the cam for 11 seconds without doing anything. that’s all :) also i really love the gif i made ’cause it gives off that horror movie or like horror game vibes (?) with the flickering lights and coloring. also, this is barely proofread ’cause it’s too damn long wtf. i was yapping away so i dunno if this is any good 😔
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AND NO ONE IS SEEING THIS!?!?!
