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; in which virgin! matt and virgin! reader explore something new together
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the one where matt visits the club you work at, and you end up bending some rules to give him a special private performance (7.3K words)
Contains: smut, porn without plot, mentions of alcohol, mirror sex, praise kink, slight dirty talk, lap dances, dry humping, self-voyeurism, overstim, oral (m & f receiving), fingering, breast/nipple play, throat squeezing, hair pulling, multiple orgasms, unprotected piv, backshots, dom!matt x sub!fem stripper reader
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The bass throbbed low beneath the floorboards, syncing with the pulse behind my ribs as I rolled my hips slow and languid in the stranger’s lap. My fingers brushed his shoulders, teasing and choreographed. I smiled because I had to, not because I meant it. My heels dug into the edge of the couch for leverage, arching my back just right, giving him a show.
But my eyes… they drifted.
Something pricked at the back of my neck. That spine-deep sensation of being watched. It wasn’t the usual glazed stares or the hungry gawks. This one felt like something sharper and curious.
So I turned my head, just a little. And there he was.
Seated just a few feet away in the hazy amber wash of low light, with a drink lazily cradled in his hand, as the rim of the glass rested against his bottom lip. He wasn’t even pretending not to stare. He wanted me to feel it.
Blue eyes flicked down the line of my back, lingered on the curve of my ass grinding against another man, and then crawled up to meet mine. And when our eyes locked, god it was like being dragged under in slow motion. A smirk curled at the edge of his mouth like he’d just gotten exactly what he wanted. Me, noticing him.
He didn’t wave me over. Didn’t gesture wildly or throw bills to bait me. No… he just tapped his thigh twice. A quiet command. Very casual. Like he knew I would follow.
My breath caught. The man beneath me said something, but I didn’t hear it. My body kept moving out of habit, but my attention was gone, hijacked by the magnetic pull of the stranger in the shadows. He sipped his drink, still watching, like he was testing how long I could hold out.
I finished the song on autopilot, offered the required thank you, and peeled myself off the couch with practiced grace. My skin still buzzed from that stare, and from the silent dare written all over his posture.
I didn’t rush. No, I sauntered. Let him watch me walk. My heels clicked against the floor, hips swaying just for him. And when I stopped in front of him, close enough to see the glint of a chain around his neck and the lazy spread of his thighs, I tilted my head and arched a brow.
“You always summon girls with a finger tap, or just the ones already making you jealous?”
He chuckled, low and warm, eyes raking over me like he already knew how this night would end. “Only the ones worth ruining.” he murmured.
My stomach fluttered and my thighs clenched.
I didn't ask if he wanted a private session. I simply took his drink from his hand, downed the last of it in one burning swallow, and leaned down to whisper, lips brushing the shell of his ear. “Room two. Don’t be late.”
I turned before he could answer, heels carrying me through the velvet-draped hallway like I wasn’t already aching for whatever the hell that wicked smile had promised.
Moments later the man walked in, and the door shut behind him with a soft click, sealing us in with the low hum of bass filtering through the walls. The lighting was dim, tinged in a soft purple hue. The couch sat in the middle, sleek and black, polished from countless bodies and secret sins. I took my place beside it, not rushing, just watching him.
He sank down like he owned the place. Legs spread, arms draped across the backrest, chain glinting against his collarbone, and tattoos peeking from under a rolled-up sleeve. He looked right at home, like the seat had been made just for him and he expected me to earn the right to join him.
No words yet. Just that heavy, focused gaze on me.
I stepped forward. Slotted one knee between his legs, and then the other. I straddled him with practiced poise, slow and fluid, letting the skirt of my outfit brush over his thighs. My hands rested on his shoulders, fingers splayed over firm muscle as I settled my weight just close enough to tease.
His breath hitched slightly and then he smiled. Fuck, that damn smile.
"Comfortable?" I murmured, leaning forward so my chest hovered just above his, letting my breath ghost over his jaw.
“Getting there.” he replied, his voice husky and smooth. His eyes dropped to my mouth. “Still missing a little movement.”
Oh he was trouble.
I rolled my hips once, steady and soft, a testing grind over the bulge forming beneath me. He didn’t flinch. Just tilted his head back to drink me in from below, letting out a quiet hum like he liked the view.
I flicked my hair over one shoulder and sat up straighter, running my hands down my own body, as my hips started to roll in rhythm with the muffled beat outside. “What’s your name, baby?”
“Matt.”
"Well, Matt, you're quiet for someone who stared so hard across the floor." I said, keeping my voice light and teasing. "I thought you'd have more to say now that I'm in your lap."
He licked his bottom lip slowly, eyes locked on the way my body moved. “I find it's better to listen first. Watch. Let you show me what you really want to say.”
God. The way he spoke… so measured and amused, like he was already inside my head.
I leaned in closer, letting my chest brush against his shirt as I whispered near his ear, “And what do you think I’m saying right now?”
His hands barely stayed at his sides. But his thighs shifted beneath me. Just enough to let me feel the pressure of him growing harder.
“I think you like being watched.” he murmured, his breath grazing my neck. “I think you picked up on my stare halfway through someone else’s lap dance and couldn’t stop wondering how it would feel to really have my attention.”
My rhythm faltered. Just for a second. But I quickly caught it again. Picked it right back up with a swirl of my hips and a press of my core against the ridge in his pants.
“That so?” I said, feigning control. “You sound pretty sure of yourself.”
He looked up at me, impossibly close. “Sweetheart, I haven’t even touched you yet and your breath’s already caught.”
My mouth parted before I could stop it. And there it was, my own body betraying me. My professional calm was unraveling at the edges while he sat there looking smug, like he knew exactly how this game would end.
I arched my back, grinding down again, but much slower this time. And I saw his jaw tense.
My skin burned with the weight of his stare, and my thighs were slightly trembling despite the hours I’d spent mastering this performance. It was just another lap dance. Just another night. And just another client. So why the hell did it feel like he was the one in control?
"You can touch me, you know?" I reminded him softly.
Matt tilted his head, all calm arrogance, as his lips curled slowly. “Mm.” His gaze dropped to where my body was grinding against his, just enough to make my breath hitch again. “Didn’t realize you were getting that desperate for it.”
Oh.
His hands didn’t hover. They claimed. Large, warm palms slid up my thighs with a possessive ease that made my breath catch for real this time, none of those staged and sultry exhales I usually used for clients. He gripped just beneath the curve of my ass and pulled me flush against him, grinding my hips down hard onto the thick press of his cock. Still restrained behind his pants, but very, very present.
I let out a breathy gasp that sounded way too real.
Matt chuckled, amused and satisfied. “Doesn’t take much, does it?.”
“I’m working. Just doing my job.” I said, but my voice shook, especially when his fingers flexed like he wanted to memorize every inch of me.
“Right… well, you’re working me up.” His lips brushed the shell of my ear as he spoke, so soft and sinful it sent shivers racing down my spine. “Keep doing that thing with your hips and I might start thinking you want to make me beg.”
I swallowed hard. My body moved on muscle memory, grinding and swaying to the beat, but my mind was not in control anymore. Not with the way he was looking up at me, with hooded eyes, and lips parted like he was already imagining them on my skin.
One of his hands slid up, tracing the curve of my waist, then the dip of my spine, until his fingertips brushed beneath my top and skimmed the bare heat of my lower back. “Goddamn.” he muttered, almost to himself. “How are you this soft and strong all at once?”
“You talk a lot for someone who said he likes to listen.” I shot back, trying to save face, but it came out breathy and too close to a moan.
His eyes glinted. “Oh, I’m still listening. I can hear every little sound you’re making.” And then he had the nerve to roll his hips up against mine.
I bit down on a whimper and braced my hands against his chest, which was broad, warm, and so frustratingly solid beneath my palms. “Fuck.” I breathed, barely audible.
“You okay, pretty girl?” he asked, his voice coated in playful innocence that didn’t fool anyone. “Seem a little… flustered.”
I met his gaze, trying to glare but only managing a half-lidded stare that felt like surrender. “I–I’m fine.”
Matt smirked at hearing me stutter. Then, his hand glided up my spine to tangle itself gently at the ends of my hair. He didn’t pull, not yet. His hand just rested there… waiting. His other hand slipped lower, gripping the underside of my thigh, and then pushed me forward so I was nose-to-nose with him.
“Tell me something.” he murmured, his lips so close I could taste the whiskey on his breath. “You grind like this for every guy who looks at you like he wants to ruin you? Or am I just special?”
I should’ve laughed. I should’ve retorted something back. Instead I whispered, “You’re dangerous.”
And the cocky bastard grinned. “That’s not a no.”
I needed air. Not much, just enough to remember where the hell I was and what I was supposed to be doing. Because between the way his hands gripped like he owned me, the way his voice slid between my legs smoother than any bassline, and the cocky restraint rolling off him like smoke, Matt was getting to me. Bad.
I shifted, gave a final grind that had him exhaling through clenched teeth, and then slid gracefully off his lap like it was part of the act. A slow rise, a delicate step back, letting my fingertips skim his chest as I stood.
“Need a breather?” he asked, his eyes already dancing.
I smiled at him flirtatiously, reaching behind me to unclasp the tiny strap of my top. “Just part of the service, baby.”
“Mm. Shame. I was enjoying what came before.”
The top came loose with a whisper of fabric, as my bare skin was kissed by the violet-tinged glow of the room. I let it slide down one shoulder, then the other, all while I kept my eyes on him the entire time.
If I was going to be undone by a man like him, I’d damn well make it look like it was my choice.
His gaze dropped, and it darkened. His tongue was pressed to the front of his teeth, and he sat forward just slightly. His forearms were on his knees, watching me like he was thinking of all the ways he could ruin me.
“You always look at girls like that?” I teased, letting the top fall from my fingertips to the floor. My bare chest gleamed in the soft light, as my nipples tightened under his stare.
His eyes flicked back to mine, slow and dragging. “Only when they look like you.”
I turned around before my cheeks betrayed me, letting him get a full view of my back as I dragged my thumbs under the waistband of my thong. Just enough to make him wonder how far I’d go. And just enough to give myself one second to breathe.
I couldn’t let him see how fast my pulse was racing. Couldn’t let him see how tight my thighs were clenching just from the way he watched. He hadn’t even touched me properly yet and I already felt like I’d been marked.
I faced him again and ran a hand slowly between my breasts, down my stomach, and then back up, trying to reclaim my rhythm. "You’re paying for a show. So watch.”
He smirked, lazy and confident, reclining just a little with his thighs spread and his bottom lip caught in his teeth. “Oh, I am.” he said. “But let’s not pretend I’m the only one enjoying it.”
My mouth went dry and my body buzzed. Because he was right. Damn him. And the worst part was, we’d barely even started.
The thing about stripping is, it’s like a dance. A rhythm. A process. You get into a groove and learn how to breathe at just the right beats, arch at just the right angles, spin, bend, and grind, all of it being clockwork-perfect. It’s supposed to be smooth, sensual, and controlled.
And I had it. I always had it. Men were predictable, weak, and easy to read. They melted when I wanted them to. Burned when I gave them permission. But Matt? He was not following the script.
I was supposed to be in control. I was in control, with my top on the floor, and my body twisting in the slow rhythm that I had mastered. My hands were caressing my own skin while he sat there like a man starved. And still… he rattled me.
“Touch yourself.” he said suddenly, his voice rough, like it wasn’t a suggestion.
I paused. Only for a second, but it was enough. His eyes sharpened, like he’d felt the crack in my rhythm.
“What?” I asked, my brows raised, feigning innocence.
“You heard me.” he said, sitting forward again. “I want to see how you treat yourself when you think no one’s watching.”
I swallowed. That wasn’t part of the act. At least not the way he meant it.
But I couldn’t let him see that he’d shaken me. So I let one hand trail between my breasts, gliding downwards over my stomach, while my hips swayed slowly as I moved. My fingers slipped just under the band of my thong, barely grazing skin, just enough to make his jaw tighten.
His eyes never left mine. And god, that was the problem. I could’ve handled this if he were like the others, leering at my chest, my thighs, and my ass. But no. He maintained eye contact the whole time. Every flicker of breath, every catch in my throat, and every stutter in my movement.
“You always get this distracted on the job?” he asked, his voice velvety and sharp at the same time.
I laughed, breathless. “You always this mouthy when you’re supposed to be sitting back and enjoying the show?”
“Oh, I am enjoying it.” he said, his gaze dark and unrelenting. “But I think you are too. Little more than you mean to.”
I bit my lip. I hated that he was right. I hated that my thighs were pressing together, my skin was flushed, and my carefully honed performance was slipping the longer he stayed quiet and cocky in my orbit.
I turned around again, trying to reclaim my tempo. I tried to show him the arch of my back and the sway of my hips, anything to shift the energy back into my hands. But I felt his stare behind me. Felt it like heat crawling up my spine.
“You know what’s really sexy?” he said, his voice a little lower now. “Watching you try so fucking hard to pretend this is just another night for you.”
I froze. Not completely. Just a hiccup in my step, and a catch in my breath. But he saw it. Of course he did.
I spun back to face him, let my hand trail across my chest with a sultry grin I didn’t quite feel anymore, and purred, “And what if it is?”
He leaned back again, a slow smirk curling over his mouth as his eyes dragged down my body like a warm hand. “Then I’d hate to miss what happens on a night that actually means something.”
And just like that, I felt the scant material of my thong start to soak. But I didn’t just feel heat between my thighs, my entire body grew hot from unadulterated want for him. It was dizzying, a breathless tension that made it impossible to pretend I wasn’t spiraling in his orbit now.
He hadn’t touched me in minutes. And I was the one falling apart.
As I tried to follow through with my routine, Matt kept his watchful gaze on me. It was almost like I could feel it prickle my skin. The simmering tension between us clung to the air like humidity. My body still moved, but my mind was locked on him. Every breath, every step, and every arch of my hips, his eyes devoured it like he was crafting a fantasy in real time.
And then I saw it. It was subtle and smooth, but I still caught it. His hand slipped to his thigh, fingers adjusting, as he began palming himself over his pants like he thought I wouldn’t notice. Just the slow drag of his palm over a very obvious, and a very hard bulge. I nearly tripped on my own feet.
His gaze lifted right as I noticed, and his smirk, the one that had been simmering all night, finally tilted into something more carnal. "You always this shy when a man gets hard watching you?" he asked nonchalantly, like he hadn’t just set fire to my entire nervous system.
I gave a soft, breathless laugh to cover the jolt of heat between my legs. “Most men have the decency to wait until I leave the room.”
“Most men aren’t me.”
Fuck, he was so fucking cocky. And worse? He earned the right to be.
I paused in front of him, topless and flushed, trying to pretend the ache I felt wasn't building into something dangerous. My gaze dropped, purposefully, to the thick shape straining against his zipper. And when I looked back up at him, something reckless slipped past my lips before I could stop myself. “You need help with that?”
His brow twitched, with just the slightest lift. But his smile didn't falter. “You offering?”
I blinked. My heart skipped, but my body leaned in without hesitation. “This isn't part of the job.” I said quietly, almost more to myself than to him.
“But you asked.” he countered, his voice a little rougher now.
And fuck, I wanted to. Badly. More than I’d wanted anything in a long time. Not just his cock beneath the zipper, or his mouth against mine. I wanted the whole mess of it. The final break. The way he looked at me like he’d peel me apart just to see what made me come undone.
I stepped closer. His legs were still spread wide, inviting me in. And when I reached down to trail my fingers along the inside of his thigh, he let out the smallest sound, a low grunt that tightened the knot in my belly.
“So let me.” I husked, my nails teasing just near the edge of his zipper. “Let me see if you’re as hard as you act.”
His jaw clenched. “Sweetheart,” he said, his voice barely a whisper now. “If you keep touching me like that, I’m gonna cum before you even get them open.”
I smirked. Finally, finally the upper hand again. “We can’t have that happen now, can we?”
I dropped to my knees between his spread legs, the movement smooth and purposeful, like this was exactly where I was meant to be. His gaze sharpened instantly, hunger flashing through that calm exterior he had worn all night.
“Fuck.” he hissed. “You look so good on your knees.”
Eagerly, I began to undo the belt, the button, and then finally the zipper of his pants. My fingers hooked into his waistband, thumbs brushing the hard line of him through his pants as I tugged down inch by inch. He lifted his hips just enough to help me, while watching me the whole time. His cock sprang free with a needy bounce, flushed and leaking, and my mouth went dry.
He was thick, hard, and already glistening at the tip. Precum was smeared across the mushroom head like he’d been holding back for too long. He shifted in his seat, with his legs spreading wider, and his eyes falling half-lidded as he watched me settle between them.
My fingers slid up his thighs slowly, taking my sweet time. He was so warm beneath my palms. That smug calm was still on his face, but his cock was twitching in desperation. His jaw clenched just a little when I trailed one hand up to wrap it gently around the base.
I licked my lips slowly on purpose, my eyes never leaving his face. “You like watching?” I asked softly, and I felt him twitch in my hand.
He let out a shaky breath. “I like watching you.”
My thumb dragged through the milky bead at the tip, spreading it, making him hiss through his teeth.
“Easy, baby.” he groaned, his voice rough but warm. “Take your time. I’m not going anywhere.”
I stroked him once, long and slow, and watched his eyes flutter. His hips shifted, and his breath hitched like it pained him to be touched so softly. His cock was heavy in my hand, hot and pulsing, and I could feel the tension rippling under his skin like a storm on the verge of breaking.
“You always this hard after just a lap dance?” I teased, dragging my thumb along the sensitive underside. “Kinda flattering.”
He let out a short breath. “You really think this is about the dance?”
I blinked up at him, my lips parting. And that was when his hand slipped into my hair, gently. A subtle weight against the back of my head.
“It was the sound you made when I pulled you down on my lap.” he husked. “The fact that you’re on your knees, pretending this is still your job, when your thighs have been clenching since I walked in.”
My cheeks burned and my mouth watered. And I didn’t have a single comeback.
Instead, I leaned forward and pressed a teasing kiss to the tip of his bulbous head, tasting the salt of his precum on my tongue. I gave him another kiss, then a soft lick that had his head falling back against the couch. Matt groaned low in his throat, as his fingers tightened in my hair just a bit.
“Shit.” he gasped. “You have no idea how long I’ve been thinking about that mouth.”
That did something to me. It sent liquid heat straight between my thighs.
I dragged my tongue from the base to the tip, deliberately going slow, then swirled it around the head as I wrapped my lips around him and took him into my mouth. He groaned again, much louder this time, as his hips lifted instinctively. I pressed a hand to his stomach, guiding him to stay still as I began to bob my head, easing him in deeper with each pass.
“Just like that.” he hissed. “You feel—shit. That’s perfect.”
I hollowed my cheeks slightly, as I bobbed my head in a steady rhythm, while one hand stroked what my mouth couldn’t reach. He was thick and heavy, pulsing against my tongue, as I felt the precum from his tip leak freely now. I moaned around him, the sound vibrating through my throat, and he cussed again. His other hand joined the first, framing my face now, as his thumb brushed against my cheek like he was savouring every second of this.
“Good girl.” he panted. “Keep your eyes on me.”
I did as I was told, blinking up at him with wet lashes and flushed cheeks, letting him see all of it. The slick mess at the corners of my mouth, the way my throat flexed around him, and the way I wanted this just as bad. And that got his hips to jerk in response.
He wasn’t thrusting, but his hips twitched every time I swallowed around the head, and his hands were starting to shake with restraint. “Just like that, sweetheart. Just like that. You feel so fucking good.”
I pulled back just enough to let my tongue swirl around the mushroom tip before taking him deep again, slow and indulgent, letting him feel every inch. His thumb caressed me just under my eye with an intimacy that made my chest ache.
“That’s it… sweet girl. Doing so good for me.”
My cheeks burned and my pulse raced, at his words. At his tone. Despite myself, and despite every rule I usually kept locked tight, I melted into it. Into him. Into the way his voice wrapped around me just as much as my mouth was around him.
This was supposed to be just another night. Just another client. But the way he looked at me, the way he sounded, and the way he praised me like this meant something more… I knew I was already in it too fucking deep.
My hand pumped the base in rhythm with my mouth, and I could feel him getting close. His thighs tensed, his breathing was shallow, and he muttered a string of filthy words that only fueled me further.
“God, baby.” he heaved, his voice all heat and desperation now. “You’re gonna make me cum—fuck, just like that—don’t stop—”
I didn’t. I took him deeper instead, moaning softly around him, letting the vibrations pull another wrecked sound from his throat. My tongue swirled, my hand pumped near the base, and my other hand dug into the plush of his thigh just to keep myself steady as he started to fall apart.
Matt let out a deep sound, that sounded so breathless, wrecked, and pretty. And then I felt his whole body tense beneath me.
He spilled into my mouth, hot and salty. His release flooded my tongue in thick spurts and I took in every drop, swallowing around him like it was second nature. He groaned loudly, his head falling back, and his muscles locked up as wave after wave of his orgasm hit him. I kept swallowing his load, while one hand was braced against his thigh, and the other was still stroking him slowly as I milked him of every last drop. I nursed him through it until his hips stopped jerking and his hand loosened its grip in my hair.
When I finally pulled off, panting slightly, I dragged my tongue across my lips to clean the mess around it. My body was still buzzing with the thrill of how thoroughly I had ruined him.
Matt finally opened his eyes and then looked down at me, still kneeled between his legs. He blinked slowly, his chest heaving, with a dazed grin tugging at his mouth. And then his fingers tilted my chin up. “Open your mouth.” he said, his voice ragged but firm.
I blinked away the moisture that had collected in my eyes, and then obeyed, with lips parted wide and my tongue hanging out. It was just clean, empty proof.
His smirk deepened, eyes heavy with something primal, as his hand cupped my cheek with a gentleness that stole the breath from my lungs. “That’s my fucking girl.” he murmured, dragging his thumb across my bottom lip. “Wanted to see for myself.”
And goddamn I felt that praise hit right between my legs. I flushed hard, hot and shameless, but I didn't look away. In fact, I held his stare. Because somewhere between the dancing, the teasing, and the full surrender, I had stopped pretending this was just about the money. And judging by the way he was still watching me like he was already planning where to touch me next, I knew he felt it too.
I was barely upright when he grabbed me by my hips and pulled me into his lap like I weighed nothing. “Wait—” I started, breathless and dazed.
But he cut me off with a dark smile and a firm grip on my thighs. “It’s my turn, sweetheart.”
Before I could blink, he was shifting me onto the couch, guiding me down with a kind of focus that sent a pulse straight between my legs. I landed on the cushions, my hair a fanning mess, and my chest was rising and falling too fast from anticipation. Matt followed close, kneeling between my legs like a man on a mission.
His hands slid up my thighs, his fingers digging into the soft flesh like he was staking a claim. His eyes never left mine, not even when he hooked his thumbs into my thong and dragged it down, nor when he spread my legs open and groaned at the sight of me.
“Fuck me.” he muttered. “You’re dripping.”
My cheeks bloomed with heat, and the flush only deepened when he leaned in and pressed a kiss right into my inner thigh. Then came another. Then another, closer and closer, like he was teasing me on purpose. And then I felt his mouth on me.
His tongue dragged a slow, delicate stripe up my slit, collecting everything I had been holding back. My hips jerked, as a cry ripped from my throat, but he didn’t give me time to adjust. Matt just dove in, his mouth latching around my clit with a kind of force that made my eyes roll back.
“Matt—oh my God—”
He groaned against me, the sound vibrating through every nerve ending of mine. His hands gripped my thighs, spreading me wider, as he kept me open for him while he worked me over like he wanted to claim every sound that came out of me. His tongue was relentless, flicking, flattening, and circling, as he switched between fast and slow strokes like he was testing what made me squirm the most. And when he found it, he locked in. He sucked hard, dragging another helpless moan from my throat as my hips grinded against his face.
“Stay still.” he gruffed, pulling back just long enough to pant against my soaked skin. “Let me taste you properly.”
Then he was back, one arm hooked around my thigh to hold me in place as he devoured me like he’d been starving all night for me. I clutched at the back of the sofa, moaning shamelessly now, as my thighs shook from the heat he was building so fast within me. I could barely catch my breath.
His tongue slipped lower and lower, until he was pressing a finger inside me at the same time as he sucked on my clit. I was seeing stars.
“Fuck—Matt, I—” My voice broke, as my hips bucked. “Too much—”
But he didn’t stop. If anything, he doubled down, moaning against me like he lived for the way I was falling apart. His fingers were curling just right, hitting a spot that made my whole body jolt, and he hummed with satisfaction when I let out another cry.
“You’re fucking addictive.” he said between licks. “I could eat you out like this all night.”
I whimpered, my body feeling like a livewire. My thighs were trembling, and my hands were fisting the cushions as the pleasure coiled fast and tight in my gut, threatening to break loose at any second. And Matt knew it.
“You gonna cum for me?” he husked, dragging his tongue slow and deep. “I wanna taste you, pretty girl.”
And fuck me, I was so close. I could barely breathe. My legs were twitching, and the coil inside me was growing tighter by each filthy lick of his tongue.
When he slipped a second finger in, and curled them just right, as he sucked my hardened bud once more, I finally broke. My orgasm crashed over me in a wave of heat and light, as my entire body tensed before it fell apart completely. I cried out his name, spasming beneath his mouth, as my thighs clamped around his head. But Matt kept going, licking me through it, refusing to let go until I was squirming and begging.
When he finally pulled back, his lips were glossy, his eyes dark, and his voice pure sin. “Let me see that face.” he said softly. “Let me see how pretty you look when you cum.”
I could barely open my eyes. But when I did, Matt was staring down at me like I was the best thing he had ever tasted. And all I could do was helplessly twitch from the violent aftershocks, my body was still going through.
Before I could catch a single full breath, he was climbing over me. His hands were braced on either side of my head, and his cock was brushing against my stomach, still hard and leaking again, like eating me out had only teased him further.
And then he kissed me. Hard, messy, and claiming. I tasted myself on his lips and I moaned into his mouth, and he swallowed it. One hand slid into my hair, gripping just tightly enough to send a shiver coursing straight through me. The other palmed my breast, his thumb flicking my sensitive, stiffened nipple until I arched into his touch with a gasp.
“Matt—” I tried to speak, but he was already mouthing along my jaw, my throat, and then back down to suck one of my nipples into his mouth. His teeth grazed it just enough to make me jolt.
“You’re so fucking responsive.” he groaned against my skin.
His voice sounded so wrecked, while his hands felt rough against my sensitive skin. One squeezed my hip, while the other slid between my legs again, like he couldn’t stop himself from touching me there.
“You wet for me again already?” he chuckled in amusement, dragging his fingers through the sticky mess between my thighs. “Still need more, sweetheart?”
I couldn’t answer. Not with the way he was grinding down against me now, his cock hot, hard, and right there, sliding along my swollen folds but not quite inside yet.
My hips rolled up instinctively, chasing him, and he grinned cockily. “Greedy little thing, aren’t you?”
Before I could protest, his mouth crashed into mine again. I lost myself in the heat of it, pulling him closer, wrapping my legs around his waist. The tip of his cock slid against me again, dragging right over my clit, and I whimpered into his mouth.
But then he pulled back. Not fully, just enough to shift up on his knees. Matt then tilted his head towards something behind me, his voice dropping to a whisper, all gravel and sin. “That mirror on the wall?” he said. “I want you to watch.”
My breath stuttered for a beat. “What—”
“I want you to see yourself when I fuck you.”
I swear my whole body clenched at his words. He grinned at me wickedly, before he grabbed my hips to flip me over. As I tried to stabilize myself with my knees settling into the couch cushion, I felt Matt tug me, firmly pulling me towards him from behind. I was trembling throughout, as I reached for the armrest to anchor myself. Then my reflection came into view.
I looked thoroughly fucked out. And we weren’t even done yet. My cheeks were flushed, my lips were swollen, my hair was a mess, and my bare breasts slightly bounced from my rapid breathing.
And Matt was right behind me, rising to his knees, one hand steady on my hip, and the other lining himself up at my entrance. “You ready for me?”
I nodded, completely dazed and wrecked. “Y–Yes..”
He showed no mercy as he slid into me completely in one fluid motion. He entered with a strained groan leaving his throat, slow, thick, and deep. I couldn’t help the cry that ripped from my throat as I watched the way my mouth fell open in the reflective glass.
“Look at that.” he panted, bottoming out. “So fuckin’ tight for me. Just perfect.”
His hips drew back, and then slammed into me again. I mewled from the pain and pleasure I felt spark within me. It was so filthy and perfect. And I watched my whole body jolt forward from the impact.
“Keep your eyes open.” he huffed, his breath straining from how hard I was squeezing him. “I want you to see yourself come apart while I fuck you.”
I wouldn’t dare to close them. The view in front of me was one of a kind. A memory that was going to be seared into my brain for good. And I wished it would never come to an end.
He thrusted into me again, and this time I felt all of it. The stretch, the heat, and the pressure of him filling me so deep, that I couldn’t do anything else but whimper.
“Eyes on the mirror.” he panted, his voice right behind my ear.
And fuck me, I tried. I lifted my gaze, blinking through the haze, and caught my reflection. I was bent forward, with lips parted, and my eyes glassy. My hair was a wreck, and my nipples were taut from his mouth. And behind me, Matt’s hips were pistoning into mine with a rhythm that was just so obscene.
“Look at you.” he groaned, thrusting much harder now. “Taking me so fucking well.”
The wet sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, echoing with every bounce of my ass against his pelvis. His grip bruised into my hips, dragging me back into every thrust like he needed to be deeper, like he needed me to feel him in places no one else ever had.
“You hear that?” he rasped. “You’re so fucking wet for me, sweetheart.”
I let out a desperate moan, barely being able to hold myself up on shaking arms. “Yes— fuck, yes.” My thighs were trembling now, and my grip on the cushion was sliding beneath me as he kept pounding into me from behind, absolutely relentless and just fucking perfect.
His thrusts started to pick up pace, growing rougher, deeper, and needier. I was bracing myself against the couch now, with legs wide, as he fucked me like he was trying to carve himself into my memory.
“Eyes.” he warned, when he saw my eyes started to close.
I tried so hard, but my eyes kept fluttering, as my body folded. Every thrust drove me higher, making my legs shake harder. I dropped my head with a helpless moan, too wrecked to keep looking.
That’s when I felt his hand wrap around my throat. Not hard, not choking. But just enough. Enough to make me gasp, tilt my chin up, and to hold me in place. My mouth fell open, and a string of filthy moans left me, as I watched myself get so deliciously used.
His fingers flexed at the sides of my neck as he groaned against my shoulder, the weight of his body slamming into mine with every thrust. I was seeing everything in the mirror now, his hand wrapped around my throat, my lips parted in ecstasy, and my breasts bouncing with every jolt of his hips.
“Keep watching.” he growled, fucking me deeper. “Watch how you fucking take me.”
I whimpered from the overstimulation, feeling dizzy from the pressure, the pace, and the grip of his hands controlling me so effortlessly.
Matt then grabbed my hair into a makeshift ponytail, and tugged just enough to make my back arch, while his other hand snaked around to rub slow circles over my clit. “Gonna cum for me again?” he breathed. “Wanna feel you clench around my cock, baby.”
“God, yes—yes, Matt—”
“That’s it.” he hissed. “Let me feel it. Let me see you fall apart.”
I was spiraling and violently convulsing. My whole body was curling inwards, and my breath was stuttering as the pressure inside me exploded, my orgasm ripping through me. A loud scream erupted out of me, which I didn’t bother muffling. My mouth dropped open, as my hands clawed at the couch. I could see all of it in the mirror. My well-spent expression of my face, my hips jolting, and my body helplessly shuddering against the overwhelming waves that tore through me.
But Matt didn’t stop. He fucked me through it, rougher and faster now, chasing his own high. His voice dissolved into breathless grunts and broken praises as I clenched around him. “You’re squeezing me so tight—fuck—fuck, I’m gonna—” His thrusts started to stutter, and then he suddenly pulled out.
I let out a cry at the sudden emptiness, my sopping hole twitching from the lack of contact.
He stroked himself hard, fast, just twice, before he let out a guttural groan as he came, spilling thick and hot across the curve of my ass and lower back. I gasped as I felt it, warm and sticky, dripping over my skin, marking me like he had to.
And then his hand was in my hair again, not rough this time, just holding. “Look.” he panted.
I lifted my eyes towards the mirror. And fuck, my body was a mess. Legs were shaking, mouth was open, and skin was flushed and glazed in sweat. His cum glistened across the curve of my ass, trailing down my thighs, having every inch of me ruined.
His breath fanned across my shoulder as he kissed it, his voice sounding wrecked. “Fuck, you look so good like this.”
And I couldn’t even speak. I just watched us in the mirror, as if gazing at a painting in complete awe.
I stayed in place, feeling too weak to move. My skin felt warm and sticky, painted in his release, as my breath came in shaky little gasps that I couldn’t quite control. My gaze was glued to the mirror, displaying the full, filthy aftermath of what had just happened.
Behind me, I felt Matt’s gaze. His hand slowly dragged down my spine, like he was memorizing how each curve looked painted from his arousal. He had a faint smirk tugging at his mouth, almost like he was admiring his work. Then I felt him rest it on my ass, just to keep me there. Claiming, reminding me I was still very much his until we stayed in this room.
I felt Matt shift behind me, getting off the couch, hating the cool air that replaced his heat against my skin. My mind was still spinning somewhere between reality and the post-fuck bliss. I barely registered the rustle of his clothes until I heard the zip of his pants. Then I heard soft footsteps, and then the sound of a pen scratching against paper.
I glanced over my shoulder in time to see him set a folded napkin down on the table beside the couch, just within reach. Most definitely his number, scrawled in that same calm confidence that he had worn since the moment I first locked eyes with him across the club.
He met my gaze one last time. He looked just as wrecked, but slightly more composed than me. He leaned in, his lips brushing the shell of my ear, as he rasped, “I wanna see you again, pretty girl.”
And just like that, he was gone.
A/N: fuck me i love writing matt as a cocky, mouthy bastard aLMOST TOOK A BITE OUT OF MY SCREEN FUCKDJGKJ
also i hope this turned out good bc idk why i’m not TOO happy with how it turned out 🫣
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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.
matt's bed frame banged against the wall with such force that it nearly left a dent, his fast, deep thrusts driving deep into you from the back. your face was buried in the pillows, drenched in hot drool that spilled from your lips, while your knuckles turned white as you clutched the pillow like you were depending on it.
it started off with matt bursting into his room, a whirlwind of frustration, not knowing what was bothering him. in an instant, you found yourself bent over, arching your back, eagerly accepting his thick, throbbing cock deep inside you.
"just what I needed," he groans, giving your ass a slap. he thrusts deeper, intensifying the pleasure. suddenly, he flips you onto your back, still buried inside you. he spreads your legs wider and pounds into you like he's racing against time. the bed slams against the wall, creaking loudly, while your tits bounce up and down, making matt's mouth water at the sight.
his tattooed arm reached down to your clit, circling it to apply more pleasure. "mmm, gonna fuck this pussy loose," he said, his voice filled with desire. your mind felt like a haze, all you could do was nod eagerly.
"use your words, sweetheart," he urged, pulling his hand away from your clit and moving it to your face. he held your jaw, his thumb brushing against your bottom lip. "open up," he commanded, sliding it into your mouth. your lips wrapped around his thumb, sucking gently as you gazed up at him. "fuuuck, suck it, baby," he groaned, his voice thick with lust, making him throb inside you, driving deeper and harder with each thrust.
your gummy walls tightened around him, pulling him in deeper. matt leaned down, his breath warm against your neck, feeling more connected than ever. "you're close, baby, let go," he whispered. without holding back, you surrendered, moaning loudly as pleasure washed over you. "that's it, just like that," he encouraged, riding the wave of your bliss as he reached his peak, filling you completely with his warm cum.
synopsis. various nsfw links paired with dark and some milder tropes. you must be logged into your account to view these. viewer discretion is advised. side note, some of the captions of these videos are a bit graphic. i did not make them. just ignore.
an. this isn’t following the order of my kinktober list but oh well. SECOND NOTE: THESE ARE ALL ACTORS THAT WERE POSTED ON A REGULATED SITE. EVERYTHING IS BETWEEN CONSENTING ADULTS??? NATURALLY? it's all just fantasy/roleplay!
ᡣ its ok if as long as it's not inside, right? ᡣ masked man + cnc ᡣ breeding + size kink + mild ass play ᡣ desk pet ᡣ morning sex ᡣ (tw) public sex in the train ᡣ deeeeep breeding ᡣ (tw) ghostface ᡣ somno ᡣ stuck! ᡣ fingering both holes ᡣ pussy eating in his car
locking you in place while he plays with you ᡣ he doesn't care if you tap out ᡣ toys ᡣ riding ᡣ public sex ᡣ pounding + hair pulling ᡣ fingering + pussy play ᡣ groping + rough sex ᡣ 69 ᡣ pussy eating ᡣ fucking sideways ᡣ full nelson + breeding + anal ᡣ he won't let you play your game... ᡣ doggy position ᡣ titty fuck
dryhumping ᡣ thigh fucking ᡣ cunnilingus ᡣ reverse cowgirl ᡣ no moving away ᡣ somno pt. ii ᡣ how he makes you give him head ᡣ fingering ᡣ groupsex ᡣ mutual masturbation ᡣ size difference ᡣ tummy bulge ᡣ using you as stress relief after work ᡣ sex in the woods ᡣ riding and breeding
ⓘ peeping!chris x neighbor!reader, voyeurism, m!masturbation, i low-key made chris a creep sorry don't cancel me
▶︎•၊၊||၊|။||||။၊|။• SHE - TYLER, THE CREATOR
SHE
Chris' sneakers hit the cool pavement, hurrying through the neighborhood with his hoodie on and his head low. The streetlamp above him flickered, casting his shadow onto the concrete as he stalked through the night.
He peered both ways when he got to your gate, making sure no one was driving down your road when he quietly reached over the fence to let himself in, the soft rattle of the metal sounding as he opened it.
Adrenaline coursed through his veins as he crossed the threshold between the sidewalk and your property line. He skulked through your yard, cursing the bone-dry leaves and flowers he crushed under his shoes as he approached your bedroom window.
He peeked in, catching a glimpse of you as you wandered in from another room. Your flannel hung loosely from your body, and your sweats hugged your hips, your lower stomach peeking out as you reached up to let down your hair.
His blue eyes sparkled as they followed you from your doorway to your vanity. He found himself holding his breath when he saw your dainty fingers wander to the buttons on your flannel, slowly undoing each one.
He gazed at your reflection in the mirror, watching you expose your bra to him as the fabric pooled by your feet. Chris' cock perked up at the sight, and he instinctively reached for it, feeling immediate relief. His warm, shaky breath slightly fogged up the glass when he exhaled.
It was the perfect setup. You lived just down the street from him. You had no roommates, no boyfriend, no curtains, no dogs to alert you of his presence - just a black cat that sat perched at the end of your bed who wore a pink collar with a silver bell on the front.
Chris' smirk fell when the cat paused and stood up from her seated position, green eyes fixed in his direction, her tail swishing back and forth with vigor. He swallowed the lump in his throat, worried the cat would hiss or meow, or do some other thing that might get him caught.
However, he let out a relieved sigh when the cat simply gave him a curious look, stretched her back, and then went back to licking her fur. His eyes wandered back over to you, the way you were slipping out of your sweats, bending over and giving him the perfect view of your round, plump ass in your cotton panties.
He slowly undid his zipper, reaching into his waistband and freeing his cock from the denim. He wrapped his long, slender fingers around his throbbing length. His lips parted around a faint moan as he started to slowly pump his cock back and forth. A gust of wind rushed over his glistening tip, making him shudder.
You continued to undress, unknowingly putting on a show for him, unhooking your bra and letting it fall to the floor. He admired your breasts in the mirror, wondering how soft they would feel in his hands or his mouth.
He swiped his thumb over his swollen head, smearing a bit of precum that had pooled at his slit. He shivered, hissing through his teeth at the heavenly feeling. He jerked himself off faster, his heart racing and his breath shallowing. His soft moans broke through the otherwise quiet night.
His eyes flew to your bottom again as you bent at the waist, admiring your pussy from the back as you slowly slinked your underwear down your thighs. His hungry eyes were drawn between your legs in the mirror as you parted them to step out of the fabric, discarding them next to the rest of your clothes.
He squeezed his cock, imagining how every hole would feel wrapped around him.
You reached into your vanity drawer, pulling out a hairbrush and started to comb through your long locks. He watched your breasts sway as you untangled the knots in your hair, his strokes becoming more fervent and less inhibited.
His eyes swept over every curve, trying to memorize your figure and burn it into his brain for future jerk off sessions. He nearly lost it when you reached for a bottle of lotion and squirted it into your hand. You started massaging it into your arms, your breasts, and your thighs.
"Shit, shit, shit," Chris whispered, slowing his strokes and trying to gain control. He was determined to drag out his pleasure a bit longer, but watching your hands roam your body and moisturize your soft skin was almost too much for him to handle.
He could perfectly imagine the scent of the brown sugar and vanilla lotion that you always used. It was your signature scent, and you always smelled so good when he'd run into you at community events or neighborhood block parties.
His cock pulsed against his palm, his gaze tracking you as you floated across the room, giving him a perfect full frontal view before plucking a book from your nightstand.
You curled up onto your bed, sinking into the sheets at the same time that your cat hopped off, her silver bell sounding as she sauntered into the other room. You propped your head up onto your elbow, holding the hardback copy in front of your face, your hip peeking out over your soft comforter.
He continued fisting his cock in the shadows, picking up the pace again, his gaze lingering on your glowing skin. He couldn't get enough of the rawness of the moment - that this is how you looked when you were alone and thought no one was watching, just naively stretched out on your clean sheets in the nude.
Sure, it would've been nice to catch you touching yourself, strutting around the house in some sexy lingerie, or in some other sexually charged situation, but another part of him liked the candidness of it all.
There was something about the way that you were just winding down before bed, snuggled up with what looked like a romance novel, completely unaware of the neighbor boy watching you, that made his cock twitch in his grasp, another moan passing through his lips.
His eyes were fixed on your red-painted nails as they curled around the cover of your book, imagining them curled around his cock. His breath hitched in his throat when you lifted your hand to your mouth and licked the pad of your finger before turning the page.
"Oh fuck," he whimpered to himself, his length spasming as he finished into his hand, the sight of your tongue gently brushing over your fingertip sending him over the edge. Desire completely consumed him, leaving him in a blissful state. His knees buckled, hot, thick ropes of white gushing from his sensitive tip.
Waves of pleasure crashed over him, sweeping him up in the undertow of his climax and rendering him completely spent. One last guttural sound escaped his lips as he reached out with his free hand, steadying himself against your house.
Your eyes didn't leave from the page of your novel, completely unaware of the boy that was engaging in sexually deviant behaviors right outside your window, getting off to your vulnerable state and loving every second of it.
The feeling left him breathless, shaking, and struggling to keep his heavy eyelids open, still recovering from the aftershocks of his orgasm. He stuffed himself back into his pants, zipping them up and fastening his button, duper's delight tugging at the corner of his lip.
He admired your naked body through the glass spectacle one last time before turning back around. He made his way through your garden and slipped out the gate, remaining totally undetected as he disappeared into the night.
a/n: obviously don't spy on people in their homes. it's weird and illegal, and I do not condone. this story is just for fun and only reflects my fantasies, not anything I think chris would do.
You and Matt have been best friends since forever, and he’s always been down bad for you—to put it simply. At first, you thought it was a joke. Then, you believed he just wasn’t comfortable joking around with girls he didn’t know. But even after all these years he still hasn’t changed his attitude towards you—rather, it got worse.
Today, he casually brings up wanting to feel you around the tip of his cock, seemingly a joke on the surface but he’s clearly dead serious. You can see it in his eyes, the way his pupils dilate, the way he seems a little more affected by his own suggestive remark than usual.
"Just the tip." He shrugs, deep desperation and years of yearning evident in his tone despite his failed attempt at trying to make it off as just another joke.
"Fine." You finally give in, surprising him. "Just the tip." You echo his words, playfully, keeping it light between you both even though the tension is anything but that.
And God, when he slowly pushes the head of his dick inside you, you can’t help the raw, desperate moan that claws out of your throat. He’s so much bigger than you’d ever expected, and even just the tip made you feel all full already.
But despite his promise, he suddenly holds your hips firmly in his large hands and pushes the rest of his length in, making you let out a choked sound in surprise, your back arching. Your walls spasm around his girth, molding into the shape of his thick, veiny cock. Your hands scramble to clutch onto his shoulders, biceps—anything you can hold onto.
As you stare at him with wide eyes and parted lips, he can’t help but chuckle. Strong hands push your legs up and into your chest, making you completely vulnerable under him, unable to do anything but take it.
"Sorry, sweetheart-" He grunts, pulling out until only his tip remains before pushing back in deeply, kissing your cervix. Despite his apology, his tone is anything but apologetic—filled with unspent desire. His hips smack against yours as he begins to pound you into the mattress, balls slapping your ass.
And all he says about the broken promise is a couple of filthy words, said in a low groan, that have your cunt milking him dry:
"Couldn’t help myself—mmfh. She’s squeezin’ me so tight... Like she doesn’t want me—haaahh—out... So I gotta give her what she wants. Don’t you—fu-uck—think so, pretty?"
he’s looking at you like you’ve already come undone.
“lay back.” his voice is quiet, but there’s nothing uncertain about it. not tonight. there’s no teasing smirk, no sarcasm lacing his tone — just command. you do as you’re told, every nerve flickering with anticipation, thighs already slick from the weight of his stare alone.
he pushes your knees apart with ease, knuckles brushing the inside of your thighs like he’s warming up his canvas. "keep them open," he murmurs, crawling between. “don’t make me say it twice.”
you breathe his name, barely audible — not begging, not yet. but close.
his mouth is on you in the next breath.
warm, wet, relentless.
his tongue drags through your folds like he’s memorizing you. nose pressed to your clit, beard rough against soft skin, he groans like he’s starving — and you’re the only thing that’ll satisfy him. every time you squirm, he grips your thighs tighter. "stay still," he mutters into your pussy, words vibrating straight through your core.
your fingers find his curls, tugging, nails scratching lightly at his scalp — and he moans for it. his rhythm is maddening, the kind that doesn’t let up. he doesn’t rush. he doesn’t need to. he’s already got you trembling.
“fuck—matt, i can’t—” you gasp.
his mouth doesn’t leave you. but his voice — thick, hot — hums against you.
“yes, you can. you're my girl, you always can.”
your back arches as two fingers slip inside, slow but deliberate. he curls them perfectly, like he’s searching for the thing that’ll break you. when he finds it, you cry out, hips jolting — and he smiles into you.
you’re crying now — not sobbing, not overwhelmed with sadness — just wrecked. tears bead at the corners of your eyes and roll back into your hairline as your thighs shake around his shoulders.
he notices. of course he does.
matt lifts his face just long enough to say, “you crying already?” his lips are slick with you, eyes blown wide with hunger. he kisses your thigh slowly, then slides up your body, kissing a trail up your stomach, over your ribs, your chest — until he’s above you, caging you in.
forehead pressed to yours.
he doesn’t say a word for a long second, just stares at you — his breathing ragged, skin dewy with sweat. your fingers trace his jaw, his throat. your body burns underneath him.
"always my pretty baby, always." he says lowly. like a confession. or a promise.
and then he slides his cock in.
thick. heavy. bare. you both gasp — him from how wet you are, you from the stretch. he goes slow, but it doesn’t feel gentle. it feels intentional. every inch of him, fed to you in slow motion, your cunt clenching around him like you never want to let him go.
he stills, fully inside, and rests his forehead against yours again. the sweat on his skin clings to yours. his nose brushes yours. “look at me.”
you do.
then he fucks you.
deep, deliberate thrusts that send sparks across your spine, your legs wrapped tight around his waist, the rhythm matching his steady pace. he doesn’t speak now — only moans, low and breathless, every sound dragged from somewhere deep in his chest.
you scratch down his back. he groans into your mouth.
you clench around him. he curses into your neck.
you say his name, once, brokenly — and he fucks you harder.
over and over and over.
his pace slows, but his fingers don’t stop—still pressing, circling, teasing that one spot that sets your nerves on fire. his mouth moves to your ear, breath hot and ragged as he murmurs, “i’m not letting you cum yet — just gonna have to be patient, kay sweetheart?”
you whimper, body trembling beneath him, hips twitching uncontrollably around his cock and fingers. he smiles against your skin, voice low and dangerous. “you’re so sensitive, so fucking close, but not just yet.”
his fingers flick faster, circling your clit relentlessly while his cock sinks deeper, each thrust pushing you over and over the edge without letting you fall.
your breaths come in sharp gasps, hands clutching at the sheets, body buzzing, nerves alight and raw. you’re trapped in that delicious torture—overstimulated, desperate, and utterly his.
“look at me,” he demands, voice thick as he leans down, forehead against yours. “tell me you can take it.”
you barely manage to nod, lips trembling, as your body screams for release—held just out of reach, stretched tight between pleasure and madness.
until you’re biting your own hand to muffle the sounds, until your body’s trembling again, until you can’t hold back anymore.
“i’m gonna cum—” you gasp, clawing at his shoulder.
he doesn’t stop. just fucks you through it. “come on, baby. cum on me.”
and you do — hard. crying out, walls pulsing around his cock, body tightening like a rubber band stretched too far. and then he follows, pulling out just in time, pumping himself and groaning through clenched teeth as he spills hot across your stomach.
it takes a moment to breathe again.
matt leans over, kisses your cheek, your lips, your jaw. “you okay?”
you nod, throat dry.
he grabs a towel and wipes you clean — gentle, wordless. then he crawls back beside you, shirtless and beautiful.
your body’s still buzzing. your heartbeat lives in your throat.
he curls an arm under your head, pressing your body into his. skin to skin, sweat drying between you. and in the silence, you whisper, “that was…”
“i know,” he murmurs, lips brushing your hairline. “i felt it too.”
and you lie there — wrecked and whole — with his arm around you.
⋆˙⟡ sage's note: yippie yappa yoopie im exhausted from school already so sorry if this is so trash ... stay tuned for 4 more!
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Matt knew it was wrong to be doing what he was doing with his girlfriend fast asleep right next to him - but he couldn't help it. It wasn't his fault his girlfriend's dancing turned him on all night, the way her ass moved in that short dress doing nothing but making it hard for him to breathe. It wasn't his fault the girl kept touching him- her hands sprawling out against his chest, moving down his arms before wrapping him in a hug. It wasn't even sexual or flirty, she was just a touchy person- it was her love language.
He fixes his glasses as his eyes dart across his phone screen, twitter pulled up and multiple minute long porn videos on display. He scrolls through his bookmarks, grinding his bulge into his girlfriends thigh that's currently laying over his lap. He tries to keep his movements subtle, not wanting to wake the tired girl, but he can't help but press her thigh down harder. As he scrolls through the pornographic media, he comes across a specific video that catches his eye - A girl laying on top of a man who's fucking her, except he's not exactly fucking her, he's fucking her thighs. It was a mouth-watering sight, the way the girl's ass and thighs rippled with each thrust- he needed to experience it. His hand absentmindedly grips the sleeping girl's thigh harder, a soft grunt being heard due to the action. Matt's eyes stray away from the dimmed phone screen and focus on the girl next to him. Soft breaths escape her parted lips, the warm air hitting his shoulder.
His eyes trail down her sleeping form, stopping once he gets to her thighs. She was wearing an oversized shirt that still managed to be a bit too small and show off her bare ass and thighs- she loved sleeping commando and he wasn't complaining, he loved it.
Matt loved everything his girl did, he loved a lot of things about her. He loved her smile, the way she looked at him, her personality...But he also loved her body. Her body had to have been revenant of Demeter- so full and plump, beautiful and ready to feed anyone who was starving (aka Matt), she was a goddess, a true beauty to be worshipped and loved.
He brushes his hand along her thighs, the skin being so soft and plush. He allows his hand to trail toward the hem of her shirt, caressing the stomach pudge she has lovingly. Just feeling her body, just being so close to it, was enough to make Matt give in to his desires.
He locks his phone, setting it on his nightstand before sitting up and crawling over her. He ducks his head, nuzzling into her neck and planting soft but needy kisses. "Wake up baby, need you so bad," he whispers, his hands clenching at her love handles. The girl stirs in her sleep, her eyes fluttering open- her face settles into a sleepy pout as she looks up at Matt. "There's my pretty girl, m'sorry baby but I need you so bad." He begins to plant kisses all over her face, trying to sway her and make her give in. She melts into the kisses, but doesn't give in right away.
"M'tired..." Her words make Matt whimper, his boxer-clad bulge grinding into her bare cunt. " I know baby, but I need you, god I need you so bad- need your thighs." Although she's tired and would rather be asleep, she would be lying if she said his needy pleas didn't make her wet. She could feel the familiar tingle making its way through the walls of her cunt, she just couldn't be bothered to have full-blown sex at the moment. "Matt, don't wanna have sex tonight, m'too tired." Her closed fist lazily rubs at her eye as she speaks. Matt shakes his head, cooing softly at the sleepy girl,
"No no no baby, no sex tonight, just wan' use your thighs."
Her brows furrow in confusion, "my thighs?" Matt nods eagerly, already removing his boxers. He hisses softly as the air hits his throbbing cock, "Mhm, your thighs. Come on pretty girl, promise you don't have to do nothin. Just lay there yeah?" His neediness mixed with his hands fondling her body was enough for her to agree, not to mention her not having to move at all was too good of an opportunity to pass up.
She nods softly, letting Matt do whatever it is he wants to do with her. Matt grabs her legs that were currently wide open and lifts them up, bringing the limbs together and staring down at her bottom half. It was like looking at the finest of art, the way her ass molded into her thighs, her pussy being right on display for all to see. He spits directly onto the mound, the girl gasping softly feeling the soft pressure collide with her clit. He takes his free hand and rubs the spit into her pussy, mixing it with the juices that were already there. He takes his sticky hand and spreads the wetness along the inner part of her thighs. While hooking an arm around her legs and pressing them against his chest, he guides his aching cock between her thighs. Matt's forehead collides with the back of her calves, his lips parting as a groan escapes his mouth.
This felt better than he ever could have imagined.
Her thighs were so soft, so plush, and warm -they sucked him in just like her pussy would. He slowly begins to thrust, watching the way he disappears between the plump skin. It was an addicting sight and he found himself craving more and more like it was a drug.
The girl's tired eyes remain downward, watching the way his angry red tip pushes through her thighs and brushes against her clit. She whimpers at the stimulation, subconsciously clenching her thighs tighter. "Oh fuck-" Matt rasps, his thrust only becoming more greedy.
"Such a good girl f'me, letting me- shit- letting me use your thighs, your pretty thighs." He swats at the skin, drawing out a soft whimper from the girl below. He suddenly pushes her legs to her chest, allowing his cock to dip into aching pussy. Her eyes roll back at the brief relief, her hands clenching the sheets tightly. As quick as he pushes into her, he pulls out, his cock dripping with her sweet juices. He settles himself on top of her, leaning against her legs and pressing them further to her chest, resuming his ministrations on her thighs.
The lewd squelching caused by her juices caused him to thrust faster, her body bouncing up and down on the mattress. The bed creaks and shakes, surely waking up Nick and Chris, but neither of them cared.
She lets out a loud moan as her clit continues to be toyed with, the coil in her stomach building up. “Fuck- knew you’d love this- love your thighs so much, love how big they are, how they fan out when you sit on my lap-“ His praises are interrupted by his own moans, his eyes clenching shut behind the frames of his glasses.
“Love how you wrap them around my head when I’m eating you out for hours, so pretty f’me, suffocating me just how I like.” His praises only push her closer to her orgasm, just as they always did.
"Please, please please, m'close! so clos-shit!" Her hands fly to his biceps, her eyes clenching shut as her clit becomes overstimulated. Matt huffs like an overworked dog, his cheeks rosy as his thrusts become staggered.
He was close, so close to finishing, and he planned on cumming right in between her thighs and on her stomach.
"That's it -mmm fuck- come on baby, finish f'me"
"Gonna finish on your pretty thighs and stomach,''
"Gonna make you look like art"
"Love you s'much, love your whole being"
His worship and praise finally pushed her over the edge. Her eyes roll back as her whole body shakes, her back arching. Matt finds himself reaching his own orgasm as her thighs clench around him, spilling his hot seed all over her stomach and thighs, making a beautiful mess.
The couple lay there, basking in the afterglow of such a soft and intimate moment. Matt lowers her legs, peppering kisses all over her face, "You did so good for me pretty girl, thank you so much baby. Let me clean you up and you can go back to sleep ok?"
He waits for her confirmation before reaching into the nightstand and grabbing the pack of baby wipes, opening the small pack and starting to clean her up. He wipes at her stomach, trailing down her thighs, and ending at her glistening cunt. He throws the baby wipes away and lays back down, pulling the girl closer and draping one of her legs over his waist.
The girl falls asleep quickly, she was already tired, but the midnight rendezvous tired her out even more. Matt slowly begins to fall asleep, a small smile planted on his face as his hand rests on her thigh.
i got this idea as i was watching a gameplay of Detroit: become human. i hope my plus-sized baddies enjoy! ik as a plus size girl myself I'm obsessed with this!
Eyes on me while you ride him - soft!dom!bf!Matt × gf!reader × eager!Chris ᥫ᭡⋆.
Chris is deep inside you, thick and hot, stretching you open as you ride him slow, he’s got a full view of your arched back, your hands gripping his thighs for balance. Every grind of your hips draws a groan from his lips. “Fuck,” Chris mutters. “You are unreal.”
You moan in response, head tilting forward, body flushed with heat, but then you feel Matt’s presence in front of you, his hand gently curling around your throat. He’s standing at the edge of the bed, stroking himself slowly, eyes on you while you’re full of Chris. He’s gripping your waist, fucking up into you with slow, hungry thrusts but the second Matt touches you, your focus shifts
“Eyes up,” he says, voice soft but commanding.
You obey instantly. You look at him like gravity’s pulling you
Matt leans in and kisses you. Soft. Sweet. Gentle enough to make your chest ache.
“You’re doing so good for us,” he whispers against your lips. His fingers slide under your chin, guiding your mouth open. “So perfect like this.”
Chris thrusts deeper, making you cry out but Matt swallows the sound with another kiss, his forehead pressing to yours before he lets the head of his cock brush your lips.
“Open f’ me,” he says again, quieter this time. “Let me feel you.”
You take him in slowly, tongue circling the tip, moaning around him as your hips keep rocking on Chris, slow and sensual. Chris groans beneath you, his hands squeezing your thighs.
“She’s clenching a lot,” he mutters. “You teasing her.”
Matt smiles down at you, tender but smug. “She can take it.”
He holds your face, thumb stroking your cheek as you suck him, your body trembling from the push and pull of pleasure.
“You feel good, sweetheart?” he asks, voice low. “Stuffed full, being such a good girl for both of us?”
You moan around him, eyes glassy, locked on his.
Chris thrusts up a little harder. “Fuckk, keep moaning like that”
Matt keeps his touch light, his praise softer now. “You feel how deep he is inside you?” he whispers, brushing hair from your face. “Feels good right? Just remember to keep your eyes on me while you ride him”
Your eyes flutter.
Matt slides a little deeper into your mouth, not rough just enough to stretch your lips and feel your tongue flatten under him. He watches the way your eyes water and your thighs shake from how slow and full Chris is fucking you.
He leans closer, voice warm in your ear. “.I want you to cum just like this. Riding his cock, mouth full of mine.”
Chris groans, thrusts slowing down into a rhythm that presses against every sensitive spot inside you. “Oh, She’s close. I can feel it Matt”
You’re whimpering now, your mouth dripping with spit around Matt’s dick, your body coiled tight. You try to focus on both of them Chris’s rougher hands, Matt’s sweet control but it’s Matt’s voice that tips you over the edge.
“That’s it,” he breathes, stroking your jaw as you fall apart. “You can cum babe no one’s stopping you.”
And you do. Hard.
You shake as you cum around Chris, sobbing softly against Matt’s cock, holding onto both of them like you’ll fall apart if you let go.
Chris groans, hips stuttering as he finishes deep inside you, muttering curses under his breath. “Holy fuck.”
Matt groans as he pulls away a bit and cums all over your chest, he kisses your forehead, “That’s my girl.”
A/N: You asked for it so you got it!! Here’s more Chratt content for y’all 🤍
The sun’s barely broken through the blinds, a soft haze cutting across the sheets, and Chris is still dead asleep next to you—shirtless, warm, mouth slightly parted as he breathes slow and deep. He’s on his back, one arm tucked under his head, the other resting over his stomach. You can see the outline of him beneath the thin fabric of his sweats, heavy and half-hard even in sleep, and the temptation hits too fast to ignore.
You shift under the covers slowly, letting the comforter slide over your back as you slide down the bed. Careful not to wake him too fast, you press your lips just above his waistband, kissing down to where the fabric tents softly. A little twitch beneath the cotton makes you smirk.
You tug his sweats down just far enough, letting his dick spring free against his stomach, thick and already swelling in your hand. He stirs when you press a soft, wet kiss to the tip, tongue tracing the slit.
A low, sleepy groan rumbles in his chest.
“Mm… what’re you doin’, baby?” he mumbles, voice thick, groggy. One eye cracks open, barely, and he smiles when he sees you down there. “S’early…”
You don’t answer. Just suck him into your mouth slowly, letting your tongue swirl around the head before inching down. His abs flex under your touch. His hand lazily finds your hair, threading through it with a loose grip. You hear his breath catch, feel his dick twitch against your tongue.
“Fuck… okay,” he mutters. “Shit… don’t stop.”
He’s getting harder by the second, hips starting to push forward just a little. Your hands stay tight on his thighs, holding him still while you work your mouth around him, taking more with each bob. His groans get louder—still low, still morning-sweet, but rougher now, more awake. His grip in your hair tightens, and suddenly, he’s pulling.
“Open wider,” he says, voice rough now, commanding. “C’mon, let me fuck that mouth.” You do as he says. He thrusts up into your throat slowly, watching you with heavy eyes, his lip pulled between his teeth. He shifts his legs, plants his feet, and starts guiding the rhythm, deeper, rougher, dick hitting the back of your throat with each push. His head falls back against the pillow.
“Fuck, you look good like this,” he groans. “Mouth full of my dick first thing in the morning. You love it, huh? Waking me up just so you can choke on it?” You can’t answer, not like this—not with the way he’s holding your head in place, thrusting into your mouth like he owns it. Spit drips down your chin. His balls slap against your jaw. You gag, but he doesn’t stop. If anything, he groans louder.
“Don’t pull away,” he pants. “You started it. You finish it.”
He fucks your throat until his legs start to shake, stomach clenching. One deep thrust and he groans through his teeth, thick and loud, hips stuttering as he spills down your throat. You swallow around him automatically, taking everything he gives you, eyes fluttering from the taste and pressure and heat. He lets out a long breath, lets go of your hair finally, and watches you with a lazy, satisfied grin.
“Swallow all of it,” he mutters. “Yeah—jus’ like that. Now open your mouth. Lemme see.”
You do. He hums in approval, reaches down to wipe your chin with his thumb, then pulls you up by the back of your neck and kisses your mouth like he didn’t just come down your throat thirty seconds ago. He pulls the blankets back over you both, wraps an arm around your waist, and exhales into the crook of your neck.
“Gimme a few minutes,” he whispers, voice thick with sleep again. “Then s’your turn.”
⤷ in which . . . matt punishes you by making you work for it
⤷ warnings . . . heavyyy & rough smut, explicit sexual content, use of pet names, pull out method, fingering, switch!matt, degradation, filthy praise, riding, orgasm control, oral sex, (fem!recieving) intense dirty talk, light humiliation kink, overstimulation, implied aftercare, multiple orgasms/rounds, explicit language, clit play, teasing, brat taming, everything is done with consent!!!!!
⤷ 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! :)
matt’s shirt is half off, hair messy, mouth still wet from where he was just between your thighs. you’re straddling his hips, fully naked, body flushed from the way he edged you with his tongue until you were trembling. your thighs ache, your heart is racing, and your cunt is soaked. you think he’s about to flip you over and fuck you dumb.
but instead, he leans back on his elbows, head tilted lazily as he looks you up and down with that cocky smirk that makes your stomach flip. “no hands,” he says, voice low, thick. “if you wanna cum, ride me like you fucking mean it.” your breath catches. you blink down at him, mouth parted. “matt—”
“nah.” he licks his lips, slow and deliberate, already guiding the head of his cock against your soaked folds. “you’ve been acting like a brat all night. teasing me under the table. whispering in my ear like you didn’t know what it would do to me.” he lines himself up and starts to push in, just the tip, enough to make you gasp and twitch on top of him.
“go ahead, baby,” he murmurs, dragging his hands behind his head like he’s settling in for a show. “show me how bad you want it. bounce on my cock. make me cum.” your whole body burns. it’s not that you don’t want to, it’s that he’s never talked to you like this. all laid back and in control, cock hard and throbbing beneath you like he’s desperate to ruin you, but still holding back. letting you do the work. letting you earn it.
you lift your hips and sink down onto him slowly, inch by inch, gasping at the stretch. he groans beneath you, his jaw clenching tight as you take all of him. “fuck—look at that,” he mutters. “takin’ every inch like a good girl. all talk earlier, but now you can’t even look me in the eye.”
you bite your lip and start to move. slow at first, hips rolling, grinding against him in circles. “uh-uh,” he warns. “you wanna cum? ride me.” you whimper, already trembling as you start to bounce, his cock dragging in and out of you, thick and perfect, hitting that spot over and over. your hands twitch like you want to grab his chest, or his shoulders, something, but you don’t.
you obey. you ride him with everything you’ve got, tits bouncing, mouth falling open as breathy moans spill out uncontrollably. your thighs are already starting to burn. he watches you with dark eyes, tongue flicking over his lip, clearly struggling to keep still. “oh my god,” he groans. “makin’ me feel so fuckin’ good sweetheart…”
you nod, frantic. “mmm, you’re close baby..”
“mmm..fuck—” he moans. “make me cum baby...” you moan at his words, grinding harder, chasing friction. you’ve never seen him like this, in charge but still letting you take the lead. lazy dominance. filthy praise. aching control.
but then his jaw tightens. his abs twitch. he’s close. “fuck, that’s it,” he hisses, finally letting his hands move, grabbing your hips and slamming you down onto his cock hard and fast. “ride it, baby, just like that.” you’re crying out, overstimulated and wrecked, your head falling back as he thrusts up to meet you. matt throws his head back, letting out soft whimpers as you move against him. “oh, oh yes—just like that baby..” matt murmurs as he lets his orgasm take over him.
he grabs your jaw, pulls your face down, eyes locked on yours. and he flips you. he doesn’t let you breathe. his hand presses your wrists above your head as he slides into you hard, deep, his breath hot against your neck.
“you think you can tease me like that and not get ruined?” he growls. “this is what you fuckin’ wanted, yeah?” he’s everywhere. inside you, on top of you, in your mind. he groans as you clench hard. “cum f’me.”
your orgasm rips through you like lightning, thighs shaking, body arching, stars behind your eyes. and then, he pulls out and finishes across your stomach, hot ropes painting your skin. he collapses beside you, panting, wiping sweat from his brow.
you turn to look at him, still catching your breath. “…are you tired?” he smirks, pulling you in by the waist, voice low and hoarse. “nah. that was part one.” you don’t even have time to protest before he’s between your legs again, his head dipping down licking up his own cum and your slick like it’s dessert.
you barely have time to blink before he’s already between your legs again, big hands prying your thighs apart like you’re not sensitive, like you’re not twitching from the aftershocks. he’s staring at your cunt. messy, glistening, still leaking, and he fucking groans. “look at this,” he mutters, voice low and rough. “i just fucked the attitude outta you and this pussy’s still fuckin’ begging for me.”
your breath stutters. “matt—i… i can’t—”
“you can,” he snaps, mouth already dragging slow kisses up your inner thigh. “and you will.”
his voice turns softer, dangerous. “we’re not done until you’re crying on my tongue.” you gasp when he licks a stripe through your folds, slow and deep. he groans like it’s his first taste, like he hasn’t already had his tongue in you for what felt like hours earlier. he flattens it against your clit and sucks, gentle at first, just enough to make you jolt. “still so fuckin’ sweet,” he murmurs. “can taste myself on you too. filthy fuckin’ girl.”
his fingers dig into your thighs, keeping them spread wide as his tongue circles your clit, slow and controlled. he knows exactly what he’s doing, just enough pressure to make your spine arch, not enough to push you over the edge.
“m-matt,” you whimper, hips twitching, hands fumbling through the sheets. “mmmph—“ he looks up at you with that wicked glint in his eyes. he presses two fingers inside your soaked cunt without warning, curling them perfectly. “you’re fuckin’ dripping. your body’s begging for it.”
your back arches when he sucks harder, lips wrapping around your clit as he fucks you with his fingers, slow but deep. he doesn’t stop. doesn’t even hesitate. just moans against you like he’s addicted.
and fuck, maybe he is. “god, you taste so fuckin’ good when you’ve just been ruined,” he grits, licking into you again. your thighs snap closed around his head, but he just groans and keeps going, hands spreading you open again as he devours you. you’re soaked. overstimulated. twitching under his mouth. your moans are slurred now, high and helpless, your body betraying you even as you cry that it’s too much.
“m-matt—i’m gonna—i can’t—” he lifts his mouth just enough to growl, “you’re gonna cum all over my fuckin’ face, okay pretty girl?” and you do. it hits you harder than the last, your body locking up, vision going white, your cunt pulsing around his fingers as he fucks you through it, tongue still lapping at your clit like he’s chasing your soul with every stroke.
you sob his name, shaking, back arching off the bed as you fall apart completely. he doesn’t stop. his mouth is messy, lips wet with you, his jaw moving slow and firm as he keeps licking, keeps sucking, keeps ruining. you’re gasping, thrashing weakly, overstimulation turning to something that feels like torture, but he just moans like he’s in heaven.
“again,” he growls, voice dark, possessive. “cum on my tongue again.” you don’t even get a warning. your body just breaks. again. another wave crashes through you, harder than before, leaving you breathless and wrecked and twitching beneath him.
when he finally pulls back, his face is soaked, lips swollen, eyes glassy with lust. he looks proud. satisfied. like he just fucking conquered you. he crawls up your body, hovering over you, brushing your hair from your sweaty face as he kisses your jaw.
“you good, baby?” you can’t even answer. you’re limp. glassy-eyed. your voice cracks when you try to speak, so you just nod slowly, still trembling, but you feel so amazing. matt smirks, kissing your temple. “good.”
⋆ ˚ .ೃ ࿔ * warnings: smut, p in v, sub!reader, dirty talk, use of leg names, lowkey subby!matt..?
a/n: i have no clue how to feel about this one.. do we like it.. is it weird.. kinda? ive heard this saying a couple times, and not being a native speaker it kinda stuck in my head for some reason.
♡ ˖ ࣪ ◟ matt’s fingers dig into the soft skin of your hips, his bruising grip strong enough to leave marks, you’re convinced. you’ve got your nails raking down his back, holding onto him for dear life as you scratch him up, back arched and eyes squeezed shut.
you’re in absolute heaven with the way he’s fucking you, leisurely and deliberate with every thrust of his thick cock, stretching you out, yet hitting just the right places, making your head spin.
matt himself is gone too—it’s like your sucking him in, wrapped around him like a vice. it’s nothing like he’s every felt or experienced before, whining from just how overwhelmed he feels.
his glasses sit loose on his nose, fixing them every now and then with the back of his hand, eyes focused on every twitch of your face, listening attentively to the heavenly moans he manages to drag from you.
“f-fuck, matt.. i—“ it’s all too much, your head spinning and fogging up, legs closing around his hips, breathing ragged as you reach blindly for his hair. “j-jesus, you- you’re so pretty..” he whimpers, keeping up the same, delicious pace.
you cry out his name like a mantra, like it’s the only word you know—and right now, it is. it’s like a prayer, begging for something, but not knowing what.
he nearly can’t take it anymore, but he’s determined to watch you unravel, slowly. gently, he peels your hands off the back of his neck, carefully pinning them on either side of your head, his fingers wrapped around your wrists. his pace falters, and for a moment you catch your breath, opening your eyes to meet his, behind the frames that are barely resting on his nose.
“i— how are you so fucking good at this?” you blabber mindlessly from your dazed mind, but deep down you actually want an answer. you took his virginity not too long ago. how the hell does he manage to fuck your brains out every single time?
matt blushes like crazy as he speeds up again, his whole face flushing every shade of red known to man. he blinks down at you, not too sure what to say, and when you suddenly gasp and your eyes roll back, he stutters.
“well- i- ngghh…” he whines, fixing his glasses hurriedly before lacing his fingers between yours again. “people like you- you all t-talk about having sex. it’s all you talk and brag about..” he groans, and he’s not even sure you’re listening with the way you whine and gasp, “but people like me? it’s all we think about.”
you manage to open your eyes to look at him, still hooded and lips still parted, meeting his blue ones that are staring down at you. “y-you don’t wanna know.. how m-mpphh.. many times i’ve sat right there, j-jerking off..” he’s almost too shy to speak up, his cheeks blooming pink again.
and he didn’t lie. not once. sometimes he’d been sitting right there, on his bed, watching videos with his fingers snugly wrapped around his hard, flushed cock, other times simply engrossed in the video to learn. he was curious. all this talk about who hooked up with who—he wasn’t an airhead, he knew what sex was. but the urge to pleasure someone that way, to be able to, it was all he thought about.
you can barely believe what he’s saying—of course, what else was there to do if you didn’t have a partner, but you would’ve still never expected that coming from him.
“o-oh my god, matt,” your words are soft, interrupted by a loud cry, heart racing and your slick, glistening cunt squeezing around him. your fingers clench around his, your nails digging into the back of his hands.
you don’t say it, but he can tell that the roles has shifted a bit. you’re clearly shocked by what he’s saying, and somehow he feels like he’s got the upper hand, a profound wave of confidence surging through him.
he groans, his grip on your hand tightening as he feels himself edge closer and closer, but still wanting to hold on. “y-you’re so fucking t-tight..“ he lets go of your hand, bringing it between your legs where the two of your connect, gently pressing his finger to your clit.
“where’d you think i learnt this, huh? certainly w-wasn’t from getting laid every weekend,” you whimpered, only clenching more around his thick cock as you feel the band in your tummy tighten, feeling his breath against your ear. “i learnt this thinking about you.. watching videos. educational or not, i w-wanted to what you and your friends bragged about every monday..”
not in a million years would you ever think matt would ever utter those words. he always seemed a little too uptight, always flushing pink when anyone mentioned anything to do with sex. now you wonder just what he’d thought of doing to you, what exactly he’s been thinking about.
and the thought makes you snap—a loud cry of his name, followed by a string of whines and obscene moans. matt follows right behind you, and with a final thrust, he spills his warm seed into you, coating you walls white.
he’s silent for a moment, still hovering above you, chest heaving with every breath, before his glasses slide off his face, landing next to you. you look up at him, a hint of confusion taking over your expression, followed by a smirk.
⚠︎ smut, panty stealing, jerking off, edging, male!recieving, degrading, praising, horny and more lol
“Holy…” Matt huffs, his chest tight as he holds the dainty fabric up to his nose. The lace in his hands is delicate—it reminds him of you.
You’re always wearing those pretty bows in your hair, the ones that are silky and soft. He loves it. The little accessory always reminds him how pretty you are—how lucky he is to call you his.
The underwear weighs in his hand like a feather. His eyes are glued to the fabric, his throat tightening as he swallows thickly. It’s just so…you. So perfect.
Small ruffles with a tiny bow in the front makes his heart pummel into his throat. The added details make it a bit too real. You’re his girl, but honestly it all seems like a dream. Too good to be true.
“Oh my god.”
The whisper is barely audible. Matt makes his way to your shared room, tentatively making sure the shower is still on as he hears you hum in chorus with the running water.
Your voice is sweet. The melodies floating through the door makes this feel too intense. He should ask you. Matt’s your boyfriend, there’s no reason he shouldn’t just go touch you.
But this is more than that—it’s deeper than touching what’s his.
“Fuck.” Matt hisses as he palms over his hard cock through his sweats. The bulge is throbbing, his dick practically pulsing as he imagines your pussy dampening the soft fabric in his hand.
As he lays in the bed and tugs down his sweats and briefs, he hears your echoing taunts of you always calling him a perv. The joke you always seem to reiterate when he acts a bit too obsessed. But, you’re not ever just teasing.
It’s true. He is a perv—an obsessive lover who seems to burn for the thrill of anything to do with you.
This is a habit for Matt, an odd routine that makes him burn with excitement. He always likes taking care of you. He’ll cook, clean, and he always insists on doing the laundry. You’re his girl, it’s his job to make your life easier, it’s his pride and joy.
But your panties always seem to go missing. Some of them return after a few laundry cycles, but some get too ruined for him to ever return.
That’s the case right now.
A rip of fabric echoes as Matt rushedly tries to wrap the cloth around his hand as he fits his fist around his length. He winces at the noise, but he can’t find it in himself to care the second he feels the soft fabric collide with the side of his dick.
“Fu-fuck,” he hisses, his eyes screwed shut as he lets the wetness on his tip leak onto the panties. There’s enough precum to thoroughly soak the fabric that rushes up and down his cock with the way he has it twisted in his hand—it’s enough to make him melt under the sensations of pure bliss and relief.
Matt’s head falls backward, a large huff of air escaping his lips as he feels the brutal thrill of doing something so filthy.
Up and down.
His movements are repetitive, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip as he tries to keep the subtle noises erupting from his throat to a low volume.
Part of him is desperately trying to stay focused on the sound of the shower running, wanting to make sure he doesn’t get caught. But he just can’t. Not when it feels this good—not when he can picture the exact panties he has in his hand on the floor when he was deep inside of you the other night.
“God—shit!” he groans loudly, too deep in his imagination as he recalls pumping his cock fully inside of you, your nails clawing into his back as you begged him to go harder—deeper.
The way you always tell him exactly what to do always makes him lose control. Matt can’t help but take your words and sprint. That night, you wanted it harder—so he pounded you, listening to your screams like they were the best praise to ever exist.
When you go speechless it’s even better. Your lips will open and shut with silent cries. It’s too good for your mind to even comprehend how to react—that’s when he finds himself hypnotized, obsessing over how to give you everything and more.
“Sweetheart, I—I—ohmygod,” he rushes, his hips starting to lift off the bed as he fucks his cock into his own hand. His mind races with images of you—your tits bouncing, your lips parted, and your legs trembling.
All the things that make him lose himself in his imagination.
He’s gone. Matt’s lost in pure euphoria, his moans and grunts getting louder without any recollection of the risky situation.
The sound of the bathroom door opening doesn’t register in his mind. You open the door, your hand clutching your towel around your damp skin before you feel yourself flush with a wave of shock and excitement.
It’s a sight.
Matt’s ruthlessly fucking into his hand, your ripped panties soaked and strangled around his fingers. Your chest tightens at the scene in front of you.
It’s everything.
Swallowing the lump in your throat, you can’t help but feel your thighs clutch together, your feet hesitant as you walk over and sit on the edge of the bed.
“Ma—” Your words fall short as he lets out a raw moan. The dip of your weight on the mattress doesn’t even phase him.
Matt’s so caught up in his imagination—drowning in the way your panties feel so fucking good gliding with his hand—he doesn’t even realize you’re right here.
A sudden touch makes Matt jolt, your damp hand sliding onto his thigh.
His breath is ragged, his eyes hazy as he stops his movements abruptly, his dick twitching for more. “I—I, I was just—”
You don’t let him finish. Sliding your hand up, Matt gasps as your fingers tentatively graze around his hand holding his length, his eyes squinting shut as you lightly trace your palm around the side of his cock before letting your hand fall back down to his thigh.
“You being a perv again, hm?” you taunt.
Matt goes to reply, to argue with at least some sort of dignity, but his words only come out as a jumbled breath as you palm around his throbbing tip.
It’s not fair. He was so close—merely seconds away from finishing. But now it hurts—now he feels the ache to be satisfied like he needs it in order to breathe.
“Baby, fuck—I couldn’t…couldn’t help myself,” he rasps, his hair messy with some strands sticking to his forehead that glistens with a light layer of sweat.
His hips move slightly, desperate from some sort of friction—but you move your hand and slide your palm up and down his thigh, laughing under your breath as he lets out a whine.
Matt tries to grab your hand, he tries to reach even further to at least clutch your fingers, but you slide just out of reach.
The grin over your face makes him burn with a pink flush, his brows furrowing as his lips tighten into a thin line. “Sweetheart, I…please?” he asks, his voice groggy while his face sweetly falls into a pout.
How could you say no?
Your hand covers his own, the ripped, damp panties layered between your palm and his knuckles as you gently glide his hand to go up and down.
The way your hand grasps his makes everything blurry. His eyes run in and out of focus, his face scrunching as you squeeze your hand around his, making the pulse of his length even more apparent.
“Oh my—oh my god, baby….you’re…you’re so fuckin’ per-perfect.” Matt lets out a groan that echoes through the room, his voice shaky as he continues to ramble, “-can’t believe—fuck—can’t believe you’re mine—all mine, just—mmm, fuck.”
You coo softly at his babbling. Matt feels his stomach drop as you pick up the pace. His dick is leaking pre-cum profusely, practically echoing his heartbeat with how much everything aches.
“P–please, fuck—need to c-cum so—”
He’s close. You can tell he’s just about to tip over the edge, nearly brimming insanity with the way he’s fucking himself up into your hands tangled together.
So you stop.
Your hand rests back onto his thigh, tearing his own away as you gently rub your fingers over his knuckles.
“Pervs don’t get rewarded,” you taunt, sliding your palm up and over his hip bone, sliding up all the way to his collarbone before gently massaging the side of his cheek. “-you started without me. And you ruined my favorite panties, Matthew.”
God. The way you say his name makes even more blood rush down to his dick. He feels his balls tighten painfully, his cock twitching as he swallows the lump in his throat.
“No! No, no, no—please, baby, please—”
His words fall flat as you grab his hand again. You tear the panties out of his grip, looking shamefully at him before discarding the fabric onto the floor.
He watches as you reach over to the nightstand, pulling out a dildo and setting it on top of the dresser right next to the ribbon you always tie in your hair. The lump in his throat builds as he watches you sigh, tightening your towel.
“I was gonna let you use this on me…but I think I’m gonna make you watch since you decided to be a panty perv…again.”
Oh.
Oh.
The dirty words leaving your lips sets something off in his mind. All the pent up frustration and desire clouds his sense, his attitude adjusting like a switch as he grabs onto your wrist firmly.
Your eyes widen as he pulls you onto the bed, your towel dropping from the quick movement.
The soft sheets beneath you stick to the damp skin of your back, every inch of your body practically vibrating with anticipation as you watch Matt grab the dildo and the ribbon from the nightstand with a determined look on his face.
“Fuck that. I…I’ve had enough,” he tuts, kneeling on the bed with a certain glint in his eyes that makes you feel like his prey. “-I may be a perv, but god…you make me insane.”
Oh…you’re just getting started.
part of my 11k follower special ₊˚⊹♡
a/n: a collab with cherry baby @luvs4matt !!! got the inspo from my dog stealing my fav pair of underwear and chewing them up (i'm still salty) BUT - are y'all ready for part two???
