Summer style and Barbie inspired swimwear that comes in a set of 2 versions and with the option to recolor the little hearts. Cute and kawaii aesthetic swimsuit for your sims ♥
Here is the Dove Set! This was the most voted hair of the set on my Patreon ^^ and my favourite one. I hope you enjoy this set a lot because I looooove Dove's style and this is one of the most beautiful hair I've ever made <3
Summary: You and Matt make a bet you can go without each other for a week. Well that week is up... lets see how you did...
Warnings: Smut, PIV sex, slight fingering, sweaty sweaty desperate sex, pet names, slightly subby matt
Words: 2,176
The knock at the door echoed around your apartment. Even without Matts extraordinary hearing you could hear him shuffling and tapping his feet impatiently.
The second the door opened his cane folded at lightening speed and his arms wrapped themselves around you knocking you back, his foot kicking out to shut the door behind him. The wave of his cologne and whatever his used to wash his clothes crashed over you and filled all your senses. You pressed your face in his neck, placing a kiss against the pulsing vein there.
“I missed you” he huffed into your shoulder. You laughed and straightened up, “Is that so? I couldn’t tell”
You’d made a drunken bet with him that he couldn’t go a week without fucking you, upping it (after three more shots) to a week without seeing you at all. Surprisingly he’d made it this far but you could tell by the way he spun you and pressed your back against the closing door that his patience had run out. You had been cocky and so had he, you’d refused to give in despite the fact that the last two nights you’d forced yourself to sleep with thoughts swirling round your head of everything you were missing.
“I’m impressed actually” you continued, caressing your hands over his body slowly. You edged them downwards till you were unbuttoning his suit jacket. His chest was heaving as he panted, bottom lip bitten tightly between his teeth.
He sighed, “I could barely focus in court today, all I could think about was being here”
“But you did it” you chuckled mockingly, giving him a patronising pat to his chest, his eyebrow raised and you giggled tapping him on the tip of his nose.
You leant forward and kissed him slowly, letting your hands slide up his back and pushing yourself flush to his body. Matt was radiating heat; you could almost feel his impatience buzzing under the surface of his skin.
Pulling back and ducking out from where he had you pinned against the door you nonchalantly made your way back into the apartment, “Want something to drink?” you called over your shoulder.
“Or I could-“ you cut yourself off with a high pitched squeak as he grabbed your wrist and dragged you to the sofa. He dropped into the seat, pushing his hands up your thighs and pulling you on top of him with a huff.
“No more teasing” he grunted, kissing your lips feverishly. You smiled, “I don’t know what you’re talking about”
Your thighs tensed on either side of his body as he slid you forward, flush with his chest. One arm looped behind your back to hold you in place and the other snaked up your neck, gripped your chin between his thumb and forefinger and tilted your head to the left to give him access.
“C’mon baby” he whispered, soft lips pressing into the sensitive skin of your neck, “I’ve been so good…”
The breathy whimpers that he let out between his quiet words sent shivers up your spine originating from the ever-tightening coil in your core. Your hands gripped his shoulders firmly, fingertips massaging into his skin.
“Please, baby, I’ve been such a good boy” he whimpered; your entire body canted forward with lust. So much so your hands slipped from his shoulders to grip the sofa back behind him, bringing you impossibly closer to him. He used the grip on your chin to tilt your head the other way as he dipped kisses across your chest to your right side.
“I’ve waited a whole week for this haven’t I?” Matt teased; you nodded your head lamely in response. You felt the lips against your neck curve into a smile, “Don’t I deserve to be rewarded?”
You feel dumbstruck, hypnotised, lost in the sound of his breathy voice and the way his lips rub against your tingling skin. You can feel his cock press up against your core as he bucks and shuffles beneath you.
“I’ve been…” he kissed up your neck, “…such…” wet pecked kisses joined up in a line along your jaw, “… a good boy”
Suddenly his mouth was on yours, the gasp of air you tried to breathe in was into the passionate kiss he devoured you with. His hand slipped between your legs and he rubbed the heel of his palm roughly against your clothed cunt. Your entire body sunk into his, melting into his grasp as your lips mould with his. His hands constantly moved when he kissed you, finding new places to rest or gently squeeze.
He pulled back a little, bumping his nose with yours, feeling you out. Letting your panting breath ghost over his lips so he could taste the mint of the gum you’d chewed an hour ago.
Matt hooked his hands under your thighs and you felt him stand, you gripped into his neck with a yelp. The smirk he gave you made your stomach tense but you rolled your eyes, “You’re ridiculous”
“Very possibly” he replied, confidently walking with your legs wrapped around his swaying hips. The bruises you could feel forming in the soft flesh of your thighs made you tingle, littering his delicious neck with kisses.
He dropped you onto the bed with a huff, before you got yourself comfortable, he grabbed you and flipped you over. Your jaw dropped open and you gaped at him over your shoulder, breath catching in your throat as your cunt throbbed harshly between your legs. You shuffled into the middle of the bed and the mattress dipped between your legs as he kneeled one knee down into it.
“Oh baby” he sighed mockingly, a sick smile curving up his face, fingertips tickling the back of your thighs, “You need me so badly don’t you”
You squeezed your eyes shut shaking your head but smiling, trying not to give it away which only earned you a cocky chuckle.
His hands flipped your dress up over your ass, “Stay just like that angel” he landed a fairly gentle smack to your ass, “What a silly little bet you made with your good boy, hmmm? Did you really think you wouldn’t end up just as desperate?”
Matts deft fingers pressed and massaged into your ass cheeks and you heard him hiss “Fuck” under his breath. He dipped a finger under your underwear, letting his knuckle run along the swell of your ass before he let the fabric snap back into place.
“You know the drill sweetheart” he prompted.
You gulp, trying to regain breath enough to speak, “Lilac lace, little white bow on the front. It’s light and pretty lace, soft and….”
He laughed cockily before he tucked his fingers into the pretty lace and ripped hard. Pulling down he wrestled the ruined fabric down your legs, earning a gasp that rattled through your chest. You whispered his name and his hand smoothed up your spine soothingly, “Matt…”
Suddenly he was pressed flush against you, hard muscle pressed into every soft part of you, “I know baby” he whispered, “I can feel it…it’s like I can feel your pulse against my tongue. Fuck I couldn’t get the smell of you out of head this entire time and… here you are”
The way he inhales into your hair makes you tremble, “Please” you whimpered quietly. His body weight left you but you dared not move, you stare into the mattress trying to catch your breath as you hear the clink of his belt and the shuffle of fabric behind you.
Hot skin made contact with yours and you ground down for friction, his hands hook under your hips, “Lift these a little for me baby” his voice was so soft as his thumbs stroked circles into your sides.
He made a humming noise like he was thinking as you lifted your hips, his hands were gone for a second and then you felt him tap you. You looked back and he was holding a pillow from the bed, “Lift up”
Matt slotted the pillow underneath you, your bottom lip sucked between your teeth as you instantly worried that you would make it messy as you could feel the sticky wetness pooling between your legs.
Without so much as a word he chuckled under his breath, as he helped to position it comfortably under you to hold your hips up, he leant over and whispered in your ear, “I want you to soak it pretty girl”
Your eyes rolled back in your head and with no recovery time suddenly he was sliding himself inside you, the slow stretching ache made you cry out.
Your back is already wicking with sweat as he leans down, radiating suffocating heat over you. You roll your hips back into his as his hands plant themselves on either side of your head. He’s holding himself over you so closely you couldn’t move even if you tried, all you could do is lie there and let him fuck himself deep into you.
“Fuck, Matty I-“you whine helplessly, jaw slack and face pressed against the mattress. You’re not even sure you are swallowing anymore, mindlessly sinking into a fucked-out space as you feel a damp patch pool beneath your face.
He lightly whispers into your ear, "Feels good doesn't it?"
You nod senselessly, the constant stroking of his thick cock inside you sending shockwaves across your body. Your thighs tremble but even you twitching doesn’t get you far, the more you squirm the more he pressed into you.
“Too damn long” he mumbles under his breath, almost like he’s taking to himself, “Too fucking long to wait”
The pillow beneath you rubs softly against your aching clit, with every rock of your hips the coil deep in your core winds tighter. The noises you were making were pathetic, high and whimpery as he drove you closer and closer. You knew this wouldn’t last long; it was too needy, too desperate. You craved each other, seeking each other out like a dying man to water.
One of his hands snakes it’s way around your throat and pulls, arching your back and tipping your head back to look at him, his teeth are clenched and his fluffy hair is sticking haphazardly across his forehead with sweat. His white dress shirt is unbuttoned and hanging upon, slightly dropped down one shoulder. You clench around him at the sight, he looks so fucking beautiful, and he groans tipping his head back at the sensation, “Fuck angel, I can’t last”
“Cum, please Matty” you begged, fingers tightening into the sheets to ground your mind, “Please please please”
Matt growled, dropping his forehead to your back and releasing your neck. He rolled his arms under your shoulders and held himself to you by hooking his arms up over your shoulders, he was completely flush against you and it felt like you were drowning in him. He was so close he could only rut his hips into yours, his hip bones grinding into your ass cheeks, his cock slowly stroking against your walls, pushing more friction down into your clit, “Not before you” he whispered, kissing your shoulder blade.
Your body felt limp as he drove himself into you time and time again, that was until the band tightening into your stomach snapped harshly. You cried out, grasping blindly at the sheets, “Fuck fuck fuck MATT! AH!”
The noises emanating from deep within your chest were animalistic and desperate, your body flushed with warmth and soft tingles as you came down from your high. Matt reared up at the last second and slammed his hips into yours causing you to gasp, crying out as he pounded his hips into yours repeatedly.
“Please Matty” you sobbed and his thrusts stuttered and he came with a grunt between clenched teeth. As his muscles relaxed, he sighed in relief and began to pepper your back with kisses. You reached up to the arm that was now propping him up beside your head and stroked your hand up his forearm, wriggling to place kisses against his hot skin.
As he pulled out of you, you pushed your aching body upright, blushing a little at the damp patch soaked into the pillow. You tossed it off the bed and twisted yourself so you could relax on your back. Matt crawled up the bed and leant back against the remaining pillows, hands tentatively reaching out for you and tugging at your arms to pull you to his chest.
“We should make bets more often” you said, giggling mischievously as you nestled yourself against his solid chest. His fingers stroked into your hair and he presses a breathless kiss to your forehead before he murmurs, “Absolutely fucking not”
You laugh heartily, “He can go out and break people’s bones on a nightly basis, doing whatever he wants, but the man can’t stand not getting access to my cunt whenever he likes”
“Exactly, you are my rapture little angel” Matt whispers, “Please don’t ever deprive me of you again”
Summary: One call from Foggy and everything changed. With Matt flying off the rails you figure it was time to make contact again, your break up was messy and painful but something in you still clung to him.
Words: 3,461
Warnings: Angst, smut. Oral (f receiving), pet names, matt can cum just from eating you out???
Follow up to - The Last Time
Your heart hammered in your chest as you exited the subway. There was a promise you’d made to yourself 6 months ago that this wouldn’t happen. Your life was moving on without Matt Murdock, you convinced yourself into believing that the sick feeling in your stomach you’d felt all this time wasn’t you missing him. No – that was the sign you should stay away.
Foggy had called. That was the kicker.
“He’s back out there” he’d said, you had sighed as your only response. “No, I mean it! And he’s… different. It’s like he doesn’t care anymore”
“Care about what? Being Daredevil? Then why is he- “
“No! He doesn’t care about himself anymore. He’s even more reckless, I didn’t think it was possible. There’s something wrong with him”
Foggy sounded scared, tired, exasperated and completely at the end of his rope. You didn’t like that, the sound of pain in his voice was enough to embroil you with rage. You’d had enough of the Murdock pity party that seemed to let excessive streamers off over everyone who came near him.
Did you miss him? Of course, that wasn’t a lie you could keep up for long. The man was the love of your life and every moment after leaving his apartment 6 months ago made your soul ache in the depths of your body. But for that reason you needed him to stop, to get a grip… something! Foggy had begged you to talk to him, talked about his fears that Matt would go too far this time or do something really stupid were getting too much for him to handle alone. And when you’d met Foggy in Josie’s that night, he’d begged you again to the point you thought he was going to get off his bar stool and onto the sticky wooden floor.
“Ok, ok!” you’d groaned, “I’ll call him”
One phone call, that was all you’d promised. But the sound of Matts voice had coaxed you to him without any concious realisation and now you were on your way to his apartment.
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You stood outside Matt’s door for a long time. He knew you were here. Even you could hear your heartbeat thundering in your ears so you figured it would be deafening to him. If he was even home that was.
It was late, he could be out bleeding in the street but you’d chanced the fact that after a full tiring day in court, information you had thanks to Foggy, he’d stay home for once.
Your fingers played with the hem of your skirt, it was short and your legs were prickled with goosebumps against the cold. The weather had turned suddenly but you’d been too out of your mind to change before heading out into the biting wind that had arrived as it got dark.
You raised your fist to knock, noticing how it trembled a little before you rapped your knuckles against the wood, “Matt? You home?”
Footsteps approached and then the door opened. You bit back a gasp that threatened to escape as your jaw dropped open. He looked like hell, his skin painting more of a story than he would ever tell you.
“Jeeeesus Matty” you whispered under your breath. His face was littered with bruises that cascaded down his neck and under his t-shirt. There was one barely healing cut above his eyebrow that splayed the hair there, instinct told you to reach out and brush it down but all you did was wiggle your fingers in your jacket pocket to expel the energy.
“Nice to see you too” his voice was croaky, like he’d been sleeping, and he sounded tired even still. Bone tired, the kind of tired 50 years of sleep couldn’t fix.
“Can I… Can I come in?”
He nodded and stepped aside, gesturing for you to walk past him. You hung your jacket up as you passed the hooks by the door. You stood awkwardly in his living room, hands worrying over themselves in front of you.
Quickly you were overwhelmed with the level of familiarly that swarmed your senses. The smell of his apartment sparked fond memories of waking up here, the furniture all in the same place, a new vase had replaced the one you broke. The coffee machine burbled in the background, his usual late-night coffee, you presumed he had been prepped to go out for the night if you hadn’t turned up. However, some noise was different. Quiet, barely audible music played from the radio in the corner with the accompaniment the busy sound of the city rattling through his open windows. You wondered if he was trying to drown something out, you’d never known his apartment to be this ‘noisy’.
You heard the door close and then he walked into view. You took a deep breath, figuring that you should just get this over with.
“I know what’s going on Matt” you said as you sat down in the big suede chair.
Before you could even explain his face screwed up, tears welling from under his closed eyelids, “I don’t know how to fix this…h-how to stop”
Resting your face in your hands you exhaled heavily, “I don’t either Matt. All I know is that I don’t want you out there putting your life at risk”
“Why?” he retorted bluntly. You blinked at him in shock.
“Because I don’t want you hurt like this!” you gestured at him as you spoke, “Or worse!”
He huffed out a harsh laugh, but even to your ears it sounded forced, fake even “So now you’ve started to care? You were the one who walked out”
“You told me you didn’t love me anymore!” you shouted.
Before you could even take a breath, he dropped to his knees in front of you, words frantic and desperate “I didn’t mean it! I’m sorry! I’m so sorry”
You had frozen, kind of dumbstruck, at his bent frame in front of you. Matt on his knees hands reaching out to you but not touching, “Matt I-“
Warm hands enclosed over your knees and he gripped you like he was trying to stop you from floating away, knuckles turning white under the effort, “I’m sorry! Please angel I…. I love you. I love you so much. I’m a fucking idiot, I shouldn’t have…”
His words were cut off by a heavy sob that wracked its way through his body, “I- I don’t believe what I used too. I don’t want to stop being Daredevil, it’s who I am but I don’t believe what I used too. I’m not gods soldier, he doesn’t care. I’m alone, I’m so fucking alone”
The speed at which he was talking stunned you, you could feel the anxiety rolling off him and it wound its way around your chest and tightened. Your hands covered his as they gripped your knees, “Matt-“
“I’m not what I was. I’m tired of absorbing so much pain and only hearing silence from what is supposed to comfort me. But I’m not deluded anymore, I know what I am” his voice cracked and tears dripped heavily from his staring eyes.
“Matt, I don’t understand?”
There was a silence that made your ears ring, his breathing got heavier and heavier like he was staving off a panic attack and you didn’t know what to do. Your hands slide up to grip his forearms, linking around them to the point you could feel his pulse beneath the pads of your fingers.
“I can’t- I can’t do this alone” a sob forced its way out of his body once more, he crumbled and buried his face in your lap, “I don’t want to take another step alone, please”
It was your turn to crumble, your body folded over his like you were sheltering him, covering him, hiding him from everyone. Your tears dripped onto his back and soaked into his t-shirt as you held him.
“Please come back” he sobbed.
“I’m here” you whispered, sniffing back your tears and stroking your hand down his spine.
“No, you aren’t” he replied, “I can’t fix this, I wouldn’t blame you if you didn’t forgive me. But I just want you back, I’ll do anything”
You felt him try to sit up so you moved as well, body suddenly vibrating with nerves. You hadn’t come here to talk about your relationship, you came here to help him, you were trying so hard to move on it almost made you angry that this was happening.
“I can’t talk about this” you whispered getting to your feet suddenly, he stayed kneeling and grabbed onto you lightly. His hands reach up to hold your hips, like he wasn’t sure it was the right thing to do but couldn’t help himself.
“Don’t go” he begged. You placed one hand on his, linking your other fingers into his hair with your thumb stroking at his temple.
Confusion, anger and pain rolled around inside you, tearing your stomach up, “You wanted me to walk away Matt, I can be your friend – I promise I’ll try. But I can’t just… you told me to leave! I can’t just forget that”
The way his fingers stroked at your bare legs made your skin feel like it was lighting up, he gripped and grabbed at your thighs as he had done so many times. Your heart thumped in your chest for a difference reason and you hated yourself for it. The sound of pleading in his voice made your resolve shatter.
The way your body responded to him, like it couldn’t forget even for a second how much he made you feel, made you heave a sigh. Flashbacks bounced across your memory as you were suddenly hit with everything you had tried to throw away – the sound of his heavy breath in your ear, his words that made your cheeks heat up, the way his lips would play across your skin like he was etching them with the most beautiful poetry.
“Let me make it up to you” he looked up at you now, wide eyes darting to every space like he was trying to absorb every ounce of information to tell him how this was going to go, “Please. Let me show you…”
You tried to respond, “I-“
Then suddenly his lips pressed into your skin desperately, your fingers instantly tightened in his hair. You looked down, the sight of him on his knees with his full lips kissing your thighs made fire lick up your spine.
As your breathing got heavier, feet rooted to the floor with iron-weighted lust, you tried to snap out of it, “Matt, please, I can’t…”
His hands slid up your thighs tentatively and tugged at your underwear, deft fingers playing with the soft cotton fabric at the crease where your thigh met your cunt. Your hands snapped to grip his arms and stop his movement.
“I can feel it, smell it…your blood pumping, your sweet scent, please!” he whimpered nuzzling into you, “I know you want me; it’s deafening. Trust me enough to give in one final time”
You were suddenly so aware of the growing wetness that stuck your panties to the lips of your cunt. You stared at the ceiling, knowing that if you looked down again you would give in and something in you still wanted to fight that.
Your whole body trembled as your hands released his arms and he taking that as silent permission he tugged your underwear down.
As if in a daze you let him help you step out of them. A voice in your head was screaming at you that this was stupid but around him you went into autopilot. You’d missed him so much that your body craved him despite all reason.
With your eyes still risen to the ceiling, almost in embarrassment at how easily he’d cracked your walls, you didn’t see him do it but by the inhale and soft sigh you heard you could guess he’d pressed your panties to his nose. Breathing you in and remembering so much of what he’d missed.
Matts warm hands gripped you, nostrils flaring as his kissed his way up the inside of your thighs. Your eyes fought to roll into the back of your skull at the heady lust that filled the room, like a thick blanket that covered you - all hot and stifling.
Without a thought your knees buckled and you joined him on the floor. The second he got you within reaching distance he yanked you into the curve of his body, bending you into him and kissing you like you’d been gone for a thousand years.
For a while you stayed this way, hands grappling with each other’s clothes and skin, lips pressed together. Breathless and hungry you whimpered and whined into his kiss, his full soft lips sucking and pecking at yours.
Leaning back you both heaved in desperate breath, chests panting wantonly.
“You can’t just…”
He interrupted you, wrapping his fingers in your hair and leaning his forehand against yours, “I know, oh god I know. I want to earn you, you deserve that. You deserve to be earned angel. After everything I’ve done, I will spend my whole life showing you how wrong I was, showing you that I want you here, showing you that you are worth every ounce of pain or fear. You are worth it, I promise”
Tears dripped down your cheeks and you grappled yourself to him, tugging at his shoulders and fisting your fingers into the fabric of his shirt. You nipped and licked at his lips, whimpering as he kissed you hotly.
“God I missed you” he whispered, bumping his nose against yours.
Steadfast in your want for him earn you, you whispered back, “Prove it”
The way he licked his lips made you shiver, he stared with a smirk playing at his lips. He could hear the way your heartbeat slowed for the first time since you’d walked through the door. You meant it, direct and in control.
He nodded and leant over you quickly, causing you to lay down on the floor on your back. Your legs rested either side of his knelt frame and you lay back against the coarse rug. He pushed at your skirt as his lips hungrily devoured your thighs once more, he huffed and moaned as you squirmed underneath his frantic touch, your mind clouding over.
With your skirt flipped up over your stomach and legs bent either side of him you watched, panting in anticipation, as he slid onto his front between your legs.
Anxiety still bubbled up in you as you reached down to stroke shaking hands across his arms as they linked around your thighs, “We s-still need to talk about t-this… we have a lot to-”
“I know” he mumbled into your skin, “We will, just let me…”
He stopped as he dove forward between your legs, hot tongue licking a stripe up your cunt. His tongue pushed and lapped between your folds, groaning when his tongue met your wetness, the taste of you flooding his over sensitive tastebuds.
“Oh!” you gasped at the sensation, head thumping back against the hard floor in bliss. You didn’t want to admit how often over these last few months you couldn’t help but rub your fingers over your throbbing clit to the memory of him, despite the crushing sadness that followed.
He hummed happily as his lips enclosed over your clit, sucking lightly before licking and running his tongue around it.
“I feel like I’m dreaming” he panted, pulling back. He rested his forearm arm on your stomach, one leg now over his shoulder with your foot resting on his back, before bringing his other arm up and running his finger along your slit. He teased your tight hole with the tip of his finger, delighting in the way you squirm for him.
“You’re so perfect angel, so damn perfect” he cooed at you before pushing his thick finger into you. Moaning deeply you pushed your hips into his finger, fucking yourself onto it and he bent to suck your clit in-between his lips again. The steady rhythm of him curling his finger inside you and the firm suck he had on your clit was causing your legs to shake violently against him. You twitched, bucked and sighed at the sensation of his hot mouth as he coaxed you towards cumming.
He held you in this suspense for longer than you thought you were capable of holding on. You took one fleeting glance down and watched the way his hips rutted into the rug, frantic and consistent thrusts. He had always told you about the way your taste drove him crazy, how he’d know the taste of you for the rest of his life. The way he’d whisper in your ear how he could happily drown in you, pick your sweet, heady pheromones up for miles to the point he could follow you wherever you went when you left his apartment. The way he’d squirreled away your underwear into his back pocket sometimes or pleaded with you to bury his head between your thighs again and again. All of this told you of his affinity for your cunt. But this was new, watching him get off to your taste so quickly. The way his tongue lapped at you, like he was drinking you down and never wanting to let a drop escape, made you shiver.
“Does that feel good baby?” you whispered, stroking his hair. His eyes lazily opened, drifting back from a world of his own, but rolled back in his skull as you tugged at his hair. He nodded; lips firmly attached to your clit still.
“Keep going” you urged. You didn’t know if the friction against the rough rug was hurting him or not but the way he ground his hips down showed you he didn’t mind. Normally he complained about how painful most fabric felt against his skin but his desperation hurtled him forward without a care. His growing moans rattled through you, sending wave after wave of pleasure deep into your core.
You fought to keep your eyes open, watching him intently. Then suddenly the rolling of his hips got sloppier, his moans turned to whimpers. You knew that sound all too well, he let out a deep groan from within his chest and his hips stilled. The sound vibrating against your clit, his finger stilled in you for just a moment as he gathered his breath.
Did he just-?
But before you could question it his free hand gripped you anew and pulled you even closer to him and he added a second finger, sliding seamlessly inside you. Your hands gripped into his hair crying out as your hips rolled into the sensation, the pressure was building from your core. Senseless and desperate need burrowed under your skin down to the bone as you rocked and rocked into him.
“I… fuuuck… please” you begged, whimpering as he sucked harder, his fingers leaving bruising prints in the soft part of your thighs. He devoured you like a man starved and you could barely gather your thoughts enough to make sense. His fingers pounded in and out of you, hurtling you towards cumming.
With one deep moan from Matt the vibrations push you over the edge, the building pressure snapping within you. His strong hand grips your hip and allow you to ride out the waves of pleasure as you grind against his face.
As his head popped up and you took in the sight of his flushed cheeks, fluffed hair and glistening lips every ounce of anxiety had finally been washed away – it was the most beautifully erotic thing you’d ever seen. You had never wanted to leave in the first place, that was no secret. Your broken heart had carried you unwillingly out the door, and for the first time in months you finally felt relaxed, comfortable and at peace.
That was what had been missing all this time, the sense of peace you gave each other. Despite the fact that day had shattered it, slowly but surely you had now begun to belief you could pick up the pieces and put it back together. You needed each other, that was certain.
“You really think you get to stop there?” you smiled sleepily. He grinned back at you and kissed your stomach. Your body lit up once more, hot skin making you shiver against the cold of his apartment, as he nuzzled you there.
He whispered cheekily, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you to him, “I’ll go for a long as you need me too. You’re worth it.”
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I crave the most innocent parts of a relationship. Like holding hands and forehead kisses and being able to tell someone how much I absolutely adore them.
okay SO. i have two professors that both teach this one subject, but different classes. they have different last names, so i didnt know this at first and espically since they are academic RIVELS at my school, but they are MARRIED. but for the past 8 years they have been in an academic WAR of geospatical sciences data. more accurately, the raster vs vector data debate. i am personally on the side of "both have their pros and cons and can be utalizied to the utmost efficency" but both professors are like, DEADLOCKED in insistanting one is better then the other
so, professor A is my mentor. i like him a lot, and he was the main person that taught me the most abotu Eris and ArcGIS. professor B is a professor i had one for class, and shes nice and knows a lot of little tricks about Eris programming but mostly relies on arcMAP because shes the raster data professor.
and THESE MOTHERFUCKERS. have written no less then 30 papers that is basically like a "re: re: re: re: re: re: vector data is better then raster fuck you" but like, Professionally. and they leave stupid notes in the footnotes that read "Reguardless of Professor A's opinions reguarding the efficency of Vector data, Raster data has a more efficant polygon computing rate and is the most commonly used program on interplantaring mapping" and its HILARIOUS
ive read all of their papers, and its basically like reading an email chain between a married couple arguing over the colors of the kitchen backsplash for their new home. its HILARIOUS. but obviously, because of their differnet last names and because they act like they HATE each other, NOT VERY MANY PEOPLE REALIZES THEYRE MARRIED
professor B publishes a paper that casually drops the word "husband"
and obviously all the students are like "oh i didnt know u were married!" because we read that shit like how white suburban mothers read People Magazine
like, you gotta undestand. these two have gotten into YELLING matches in hallways. these two refuse to go onto trips with each other. but apparently they have a system where they quite LITERALLY leave all of their work at work and drive home in seperate cars and literally NEVER mention work at home. it is SO funny
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