MATT STONE X READER (META ONESHOT): “NON(FICTION)”
HERE'S THE WORK ON ARCHIVE OF OUR OWN
𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴: matt stone/reader, matt stone/you
𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: “On a throwaway account, Matt Stone finds your NSFW reader-insert fanfictions about him, and I’m not gonna beat around the bush here. He fucks you right out.”
𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗱 𝗧𝗶𝗺𝗲: approx. 56 minutes
𝗧𝗮𝗴𝘀/𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: against-the-wall-fuck, throat-fuck, lack of condom (do not worry), if you haven’t read my other stuff some of this won’t make sense to you, sort of emotional and/or introspective, chat and response, reader lives in NYC, matt is single AU lol, Era of matt is up to reader, fanfiction, meta
𝗔𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿'𝘀 𝗣𝗿𝗲𝗳𝗮𝗰𝗲: Hello sickos, to my surprise you actually really wanted this. I still have 7 asks in my inbox speaking specifically about this fic. Here it is my loves. If you’re a fic writer hiiii this is for you, perv. Not? a canon interpretation but maybe? like if morals were all aside and in a parallel universe. But here we are. Enjoy.
𝗘𝘅𝘁𝗿𝗮: big thanks to my bbg @sqiblet for helping me with setting the scene for some of the smut on this fic. i love how our brains work together. we should kiss. also, if matt were to find any of my fics, this would be the one i would want him to read. probably. but if you have found it, please avert your eyes. love you.
Here’s one last look at his face before you’re ruined forever 😔
Genuine personal canons here boys. Lawd forgive me.
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You blinked at your phone, half in the dead of sleep, trying to make something, anything, of the notification that lay before you.
You typically knew what to make of your asks, typically gleaming in delight at your readers’ responses, and even if awoken from sleep by the notification, you were happy to respond.
But your fingers stilled, hovering over the “answer Anon” button, eyes still squinting as you tilted your head.
“It’s thick, but not quite belly button.”
You furrowed your brows, tapping ‘answer’, promptly typing out your reply with a grin.
———— i’m positive it’s belly button. u can see it on his face
You scrolled through your camera roll, choosing the perfect photo in response,
and you laughed to yourself as you pressed “post”, laying your phone back down on the bed as you sunk your head back onto the pillow.
When you heard another notification, you took your lips inside of your mouth with a smile, expecting a: “nvm ur right”, but instead finding an equally puzzling ask.
“I’d say if I’m hard enough. Maybe after I’d read this.”
Your brows furrowed harder, assuming your reader had gotten the wrong impression at your response.
———— is ur ask about matt? i’m confused 😢
Adding a few tags before you hit “post.”
#blushingatmymaleaudience
You blinked, still trying to piece together this oddly directed conversation before yet another ask was delivered to your inbox.
You chewed the inside of your lip, fingers tapping in thought on either side of your phone. You started to piece together the possibility of a Matt Stone role-play account, but this quickly died in your brain, instead collecting the possibility of an older reader, one attempting at offering a critique. You had dealt with your fair share of south-park-watching-exclusively haters in regards to particularly vile fics about him, and you considered this possibly being in a similar vein.
You posted your reply with haste.
———— so confused, dm me 😔
You were open to criticism, but partial to them being in front of an audience.
user: sting2988383048 sent you a message!
you: hi⭐️, sorryy i’m confused about ur asks, did u have a HC that my fic didn’t satisfy or smthg
you: a headcanon? like a personal interpretation of the character that you assume ab them
sting: Oh, no. It was great
sting: I was just saying, it’s not quite belly button length. I mean it can be. For example, after I read your little story
Your brow quirked, pursing your lips at “little story”, choosing to ignore that for now.
you: oh lol so you’ve seen it then? his cock?
You giggled to yourself, bringing a thumb up to your mouth idly.
You let out a snort, making the executive decision to play along.
sting: I’ll tell, but I have a question first.
sting: Are these all things that
sting: You want me to do to you? Or, whatever
you: ?? they’re things that i want matt to do to me
you: ummm unfortunately yes lol
sting: This is great. But you’ve never met me
you: (i’m totally gonna play along, but is this a rp account i’m genuinely so confused)
sting: RP? I’ve never read so many acronyms in one place
sting: No, I’m not a roleplay account
you: ok lol well anyway .
you: yes, it’s stuff i want matt to do to me, that’s the general audience i’m going for lol
sting: You want him to eat you out while you’re hanging halfway out a moving car
sting: Love it. I’m intrigued, honestly
you: it’s in my intro. i’m 19
sting: You ready for me to “tell?”
sting: I told you, I’ve seen it
you: oh yeah def. do tell
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Now, your account was NSFW, so it wasn’t like you hadn’t seen an unsolicited dick pic or two, but this one was next level. You quietly gasped at your phone, mouth hanging open at the image. It was a very picturesque cock, but an unsolicited dick pic nonetheless, leading you to begin typing wildly in response.
you: UMMMMMM???????????? why?????
You were so appalled, you genuinely considered blocking the account, opening it only to find a distinct lack of content.
sting: For accurate reference.
you: first of all, i’ve seen le petite package
sting: How? LPP wasn’t released
sting: Also, not fair. It was hidden behind my bush
you: i’m gonna go out on a limb here
you: if this is matty rich himself
you: fuck YOU! do it then
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It was definitely a photo of Matt Stone. You chuckled, mumbling “slut ” under your breath at the image, him, appearing directly in front of a camera, brows raised and middle finger on full display. You quickly saved it, having never seen it before.
sting: This is your response to a photo of me, but not of my cock?
you: there’s no way that’s his, it’s too perfect, plus i feel like he MIGHT be uncut ?
sting: First, I’m flattered, second, you know I’m cut. Shema’yisrael, remember?
you: lol. did you like that fic?
sting: Made me wish I had a twin brother.
sting: Always wanted to have sex with someone who looks like me.
you: okay, mr. stone, if it’s you, send me a selfie then
sting: Won’t lie, something moved down there
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Yet again, a photo of Matt stone, in the exact same setting, he was outside, appearing to be sat somewhere on a street, but you couldn’t quite place the era, saving it quickly once again, his brows flat this time, looking at the camera with something of a pout.
you: okay, mr. stone 🥶 where are you right now?
sting: “Somewhere in New York”.
you: you’re freaking me out lol
sting: Oh yeah? What borough?
You sat up, staring at the end of your bed for a minute. You could give the user a general idea without putting yourself in any danger, too thrilled with this little encounter to pass.
sting: I’ll get on the A train right now
you: also, it’s like a 30min trip
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It was what seemed to be Matt Stone in front of a set of subway stairs. Your eyes widened at the image, the figure being the exact same as the last two photos. Wait- the fuck?
You swallowed, your adrenaline beginning to pick up a bit. Your fingers were already typing out your response before you could-
sting: Oh, you poor thing
you: what the fuck is going on
sting: What’s going on is, I’m getting on the A train, and I’m about to make you read your little stories out loud to me
you: you’re freaking me out
you: i need some kind of conf that it’s actually you
you: do some shit like, do the remer tongue thing
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Your heart stopped in your chest at the photo. The same man from the last three, tongue pointed over his teeth, eyes seeming disappointed, brusque.
you: there’s no way in hell
sting: Where in Greenpoint
Well, it wasn’t like you were going to turn him away, now. It’s what you wanted, wasn’t it?
You gave your address before you could reconsider-
you: i still don’t believe you
sting: There’s a babbling schizophrenic in the seat across from me
sting: Don’t make me regret this
You climbed out of your bed, teeth boring into themselves while you physically heard your heartbeat in your ears, near hyperventilating as you opened your phone’s messages, tapping on the first person you could think of.
you: you’re not gonna believe this but Matt Stone is coming to my apartment.
sqiblet: fs, give the tip a kiss 4 me
You let out a breath at her response, near laughing to yourself about exactly how that sounded, instead settling on pacing around your room, your nails finding the back of your head to scratch with anxiety, or squeezing at the inside of your wrist to affirm consciousness, or lack of genuine psychosis.
You stilled, taking three heavy steps to your windowsill, opening it slowly with your arms a fluttering jello, letting your head just barely over the ledge.
Well there he FUCKING was.
You could see the head of loose curls from your window, sunglasses? it’s the middle of the who the fuck wears, well…. a black canvasy denim jacket and… his head shifted for a moment, only being lit in the lamp lit darkness by the screen of his phone, before you watch his head start to rise.
You crouched, nearly slamming your head against the windowsill, sliding your body to kneel as you raised your phone, shaking wildly as you typed-
sting: Pop your head out again
You rose, slowly leading your head out once more, your hair hanging around your face as you met his shaded gaze.
You retreated again, eyes boring into your phone.
You popped your head out again, as you froze, blinking, watching a fucking smug look shift over his face, sunglasses hiding his eyes, gesturing his arms open, opening in a motion comparable to Jesus Christ.
Okay, fuck, this is actually happening.
You swallowed, scampering around your apartment, shucking your sweatpants off and pulling on the first thing you could find, bodysuit, black, skirt, tripping over yourself as you glanced over the mirror, thinking if you spent too long looking one of two things would happen. One, Stone would grow weary of the wait and quickly walk away, or two, you would deem yourself not presentable enough to appear before him. Physically gesturing two hands at yourself in the mirror,(uh??! fuck!?) you scampered past it, huffing a single breath before letting open the door, descending the steps with your legs feeling like cement.
Another breath, again, before you pushed open the door to your complex, watching his gaze raise up to you from his phone, bringing a hand to his face to remove his sunglasses.
You spoke it in a single breath, gaze not moving from his as your cheeks flamed with the immensity of Earth’s sun.
His movements stuttered, letting a tongue under his lip, cocking his head, once. “You- uh, Walk with me?”
You grit your teeth immensely, nodding at him as his pace began.
You might’ve been studying him at this moment. But regardless, the first thing you took note of was the way he smelled. It was more earthy or herbal than you had imagined, sliding around him, his scent, smelling like a candle would only seconds after it had been blown out. It was natural. A grounded scent, like an aromatic, saturated terrain. You quickly burned this into your brain. The second thing you took note of was his walk. You wanted to think powerful, but it was a general masculine stride, some gait to it, as if in all of his life- he still hadn’t grown accustomed to his height, or the length of his legs. It made your cheeks heat, and you almost stifled a giggle.
You swallowed, trying to soothe the violent slamming of your heart in its cage. Chewing on the inside of your lips so hard that you could feel tiny blood vessels opening.
He nodded, beckoning with his head to you.
“Public place, or, whatever.”
You gaped, keeping your head to the cement, tongue being thoroughly bit now.
“The way you write, I expected a depraved like- I don’t know. Not the way you look.”
You looked up to him, who had his head cocked at you while you both walked in the lit night.
Teeth, gritting again, you urged it out shakier than you had intended. “Do you- uh- read… often?”
You rolled your eyes internally at yourself, feeling your nails bite into your palms, hard.
He chuckled. “What, the fanfiction shit? I do, yeah. Mostly for a laugh.”
“No, really. Sometimes I get drunk, find that hashtag or whatever.”
Your brows raised, looking back at him tentatively.
He had asked your name, apparently, at some point from the last thing he had said, and you gave it, watching him smile as he tried it out on his tongue.
When you nodded at his pronunciation, he gave his own name back. “Well, I’m Matt.”
At this, he shared a throaty chuckle.
“Why did you, sorry, why did you come here?”
You gave a lip-stifle, coy and dismissive, before looking up over his body.
The fucker was in fact tall.
“You’re, uhhh, of large presence.”
He chuckled, brows furrowing for a moment, before nodding his head, arm gesturing to a doorway you had evidently arrived at.
You blinked as you came to terms with reality, having forgotten entirely about your surroundings. You were being beckoned into a diner, lit and occupied surprisingly for the late hour. You entered beneath Matt’s outstretched arm, which was propping the door open, ducking beneath its height as you walked in.
“You’re- sure you’re not hungry?”
You sat, blinking at him across from you. His face was almost smug, mainly just expectant, eyes blinking a few times back at you, letting his head cock idly at your frozen gaze.
“You’re actually like, here.”
He nodded. “I was hungry.”
You shook your head, not even able to acknowledge the waiter arriving beside the both of you, who had set down food in front of Matt. He thanked him, as you couldn’t remove your line of sight, not even having acknowledged he was eating when he spoke again.
You startled at his voice, your jaw shifting as you righted yourself, letting your posture drop a bit, teeth still gritted together.
“Relax,” he laughed, “S’all good.”
You blinked, swallowing once before you righted yourself, dropping your shoulders a bit.
“You’re actually a pretty good writer.” This was said between chews, still not removing his gaze from you.
How the fuck was he so composed?
“It’s so weird,” he started, hand coming to brush his mouth for a moment, “-like, reading what people think about you. How much you turn them on, or whatever.”
You swallowed. “Why did you- come… here?”
“Like I said, I get a little drunk and go out-“
You worked the nerve to interject. “My stuff is like- vile. How did you not get like, freaked out?”
“Actually-“ He nodded, letting a tongue run below his teeth. “Got turned on.”
You raised your brows, head cocking at him. Shoving the sputter that was trying to unearth itself from your throat violently back down into your chest. “Yeah?”
One hand still eating, nodding idly, the other brought out his phone, letting it sit on the table, scrolling until he stopped for a minute, before he turned the phone to you, sliding it forward.
You gaped, looking between him and the phone. “What?? No!”
He chuckled, mouth full. Gesturing his head again towards the phone. “No please, read.”
Your gaze was still, eyes wide, looking down at your most recent post. It proudly read: slut, get him out of my sight or i’m busting twenty-seven times on his nose.
Your face exploded in heat as you read it, at this point trying to dissociate from the fact that the words had come typed out by your hands.
You looked to him again, whose brows were raised, shifting his head again at you.
His hands had come to settle on the table. “Say it.” It was pointed, tone up, his head still.
Your brows were still thrown, gaze flitting between his eyes. “I-,man,I can’t just-“
“I’m right here. Say it to my face.” His tone settled, chin dipping to adjust directly to your gaze. “Say- it-“
You shook your head, sliding his phone back to him.
“Alright.” His hands settled, one finger scrolling further down, twisting the phone around again to you.
Post: i hope he ambers in my energy
He chuckled beyond his phone. “Go on.”
“I.” You cleared your throat, before breaking into a laugh. “I hope- he ambers in my energy.” You asserted, turning the phone promptly back to him.
“What-“ he broke into a laugh too, “What does this even mean?”
Your nerves rained a bit with your collective laughter, shaking your head with a shrug of your shoulders. “I don’t even know, dude.”
He took another bite, “I get the general idea but-“ he shook his head, another chuckle.
“Ooh, and what’s this? Not suitable for all audiences?” He tapped two buttons on the screen, before sliding the phone to you once again. “Read that one.”
It was a filthy, matt x reader, opening confidently with you speaking frankly about how cocky and insufferable he was.
“It’s kind of accurate, actually, go on.”
You looked up at him before beginning, his hands had come to rest folded on the table, intently.
You started, gaze eyeing the phone first. “Matthew, the repugnant, unfortunately tall- bumbling asshole was good for about two things.” You looked back up to him, brows raised, nodding.
“S’what you think of me? An asshole?”
You chewed your lip, shaking your head, “I- just thought that,”
He touched the screen, scrolling further to the dialogue. “Here- You be you. I’ll read my part.”
“Oh c’mon, you have to have wanted to hear this, huh?”
He sniffed. “C‘mon, read that part.”
It read: I need to fuck you, do you wanna fuck?
You looked up at him, gaze returning tentatively back down to the phone, before you spoke, quietly. “I need to- to fuck you. Do you, do you wanna fuck?” You let your eyes gaze back up to him, who was smiling brazenly, amused.
He cleared his throat, looking down over the phone. “Fuck?”
He looked back up to you, expectantly.
You played along, nodding.
“Uhh- oh!, first of all, how juvenile, fuck.”
He looked back up to you, adjusting his posture with the phrase.
“No, more in your throat like, ‘ck, more ‘ck”
He nodded, “ah,” repeating the phrase again. “Fuck.”
You played along, shaking your head dismissively and shifting your body, feeling his hand catch at your shoulder.
You froze, feeling out of such character, letting your eyes lock for a second, cheeks warming at his gaze with this, feeling a rush of the same emotion you got when you wrote the stupid thing.
He shifted again. “Well?”
“I, this is humiliating, dude-“
“One more, just one more.”
He let go of your shoulder, gaze returning back to the phone, letting his finger scroll down a bit further. You swallowed.
“I’ll go first.” He cleared his throat, gaze caught on yours before regarding his phone briefly. “Don’t you want me to just touch you for a bit? That’d feel..- nice?”
Your throat caught, teeth gritting, stilling when his brows dipped to you, a prompt. Strangled, you let out your line. “Mhm.”
His grin spread, letting his head tip a bit.
Your cheeks scathed, seeing his smile split, the gap was there and all. You weren’t sure why this visual had taken you so much, blinking at it like a fool. It was really there. He was.
“You’re so red. You embarrassed?”
He only laughed at this, resting his back against the seat comfortably. “S’cute.”
You scoffed in disbelief, still, and even further at the fact that he had just called you cute.
“Ehh!” He drew, with a cock of his head. “Little.”
You shared another brief laugh collectively.
The walk back to your apartment alongside him was hasty, on your part, while his was a relaxed stride, watching you dig for your keys in your pocket with jittered arms, dropping them as you came to the complex. “Relax, kid.”
You pursed your lips as you let open the door, ascending the steps with him close behind, feet stopping at your unit’s door while you turned around to pause at him, standing idly behind you. “This is my- um- apartment, so.”
You opened the door, feeling shadows and ghosts of yourself swim around the room, each having something to say about the man standing behind you, completely unbeknownst to his literal presence there. You dizzied at this notion, hearing him take idle steps in behind you, letting his jacket off and onto the back of a nearby chair.
Welp. Matt Stone’s jacket is resting on a chair in your apartment.
He approached your bed, sitting on it as if he owned it, and in your head he did, letting his palms relax on either side, pushing the mattress down once before beckoning you with a pat to it, next to him.
You approached, taking a comfortable distance from him, curling your legs upon it, peering around at your apartment, mentally dis-considering it as “Matt Stone prepared.” His voice broke you out of such thoughts-
“So, why do you write that shit?”
You blinked, palming the back of your head. “I like, I don’t know, I’m very fond of you. And such.”
His lips quirked when his head tilted again. “You’re fond of me?”
You irked a chuckle, looking around your room. “I, I’m sorry, I always thought about what it was I would say to you if I ever met you.”
He gestured with a palm. “Yes?”
“I always thought I would talk to you about that essay you did in college, or whatever-”
“Mhm,” you shifted, bringing your knees a little closer to you, “Why I Like Math.”
He shared a chuckle now, coming to rest his chin on your bent knees. You bit your tongue, feeling a palpation in your heart pang like an anvil.
You took in a breath, running over in your head what you had always thought you were going to say anyway. “Um,” you started, as he adjusted his chin again on your knees, “It’s like, the only piece of media I know that only you created. That I’ve read anyway. It's just like, I identified with it, or something.”
You sat for a moment, quietly, letting figurative fingers delve through your brain. “You write about this, sort of like, naive idea that people follow with religion like, and I’m just drabbling here,” You gestured, to which he shook his head ‘no’ to your self-dismissal, “It’s kind of like that for you? There’s this thing that- is palatable. That I understand that I want. Even if I don’t, you know, know you, it’s all of these things, that I feel, when. Fuck, I don’t know, I’m sorry, just, I’m fascinated by you.”
“You’re fascinated by me? I’m fascinated by you.”
“You’re fascinated by me?”
He laughed, nodding his head. “I am, I am. I’m all screwed up over the idea that, somebody could oscillate through an obsession with me, like,” he let his chin fall again to your knees, “That it’d drive you to want to have sex with me.”
“I think I just have some unresolved problems.” You laughed, to which he drew an aww, “First of all, I still don’t believe you’re in front of me right now, because any sane person would be nauseated by the shit I write.”
He shook his head. “Was like, moved? By the way you write me… Made me want to come here, show you the real thing.”
You scoffed, brows raised and a gape on your lips. “I don’t believe it. You’re, like, astoundingly sexy. For some reason.”
“I appreciate that. But you still haven’t told me why you write what you do.”
He hummed, “I don’t know, it might be.”
“You know,” You tilted your head at him, “I actually have no idea. I’m still yet to figure it out- but there’s something so sexual about you.”
“Something sexual about me?” He gestured to himself, “Like, how I look, or?”
“Well, absolutely,” you dipped, “You are, fucking,” you trailed, “But it’s like- this whole other thing.”
He hummed, a prompt for you to go on.
“Well, sex is like. The closest you can be with somebody.”
He hummed for a minute in thought, before resting his gaze back on you. “You touch yourself thinking about me?”
Both your brows raised, and you dug your fingers into both of your thighs. You sputtered it, “I mean, I-”
You breathed. “I, sometimes, yes.”
You watched him palm his side for his phone, eyes still on you as he brought it out, gesturing with this head to it. “Sometimes?- All this, and just, sometimes?”
“Seems to me, you think about me fucking you nonstop.”
You offered a little shrug.
He grinned, a little shake of his head. The way his teeth were drawn was biting a squirm between your thighs, his canines drawn and tucked when he said it: “You’re such a little pervert.”
You tucked your lips, letting your head roll back a minute.
You shifted forward to lower his phone, and he politely obliged, sliding it away. “Alright, alright.”
“So… you want all of this?”
You blinked, nodding tentatively.
When he spoke his next sentence, it was definitive, lacking any deject. So confident that you couldn’t even tremble.
“I’d like to fuck you.” He spoke, mainly to himself it seemed, nodding idly.
“I am yet to fuck a fan.” He joked, a single bob of his throat present as he swallowed.
“I do, very much.” His brows were raised, nodding to you, only passing a twitch of his lips.
“That’s—that’s cool,” you whisper, testing the waters, something unfamiliar, who were you kidding, of course it was familiar. You’d pictured this man fucking the soul out of you for an embarrassingly long amount of time- the feeling no the less was stirring in your gut. “Kind of hot, actually.”
“Hot?” he asks, a smidge incredulous, using one hand to palm the bridge of his glasses, removing them just slowly, setting them on your bedside table.
Matt Stone’s glasses are-
“I want you to keep reading.”
You laughed, looking down at your knees. “That’s so embarrassing.”
“Seriously, it’s fantastic literature.”
You swallowed at the way he said the word ‘fantastic’, drawn, careful.
You rolled your eyes, bartering with yourself internally-
Are you really about to tell Matt Stone “no?”
You chewed your lip, bringing your own phone from your pocket this time, sighing as you brought up the work of your choice. A smutty one shot. Intimate, plotless, lust-dripping. You prayed it would suffice.
As you drew over the text, your hands shaking against the phone, the apprehension crept up once again in your throat.
You read the excerpt on the screen internally, wincing as your eyes passed over the words, looking back up at his face when only one sentence was complete. “I can’t say it.”
He rolled his head, stopping it with a disappointed gaze at you, reaching for his phone again, adjusting his shoulders. “Then I will. His palm skated up your-“
You palmed the phone, grip a little too tight on it- “No!- Okay, Okay, I’ll do it.”
He spread a satisfied smile, a palm resting patiently on his lap with a nod to you.
You blew a breath. “Okay. He-um. His palm, uh- skated up your torso, settling splayed-“
“M’kay, uh,” you cleared your throat, “-Settling splayed over your abdomen-“
You felt his hand, big, no, really big, very warm, fuck, place gently over your stomach- “Like that?”
You swallowed, thickly, “Um- yup.”
“Um. While he, he- dragged two fingers down your- uh…” you looked up to him, feeling his hand already starting to tighten around your side, “Are you- uh-“
“Keep reading.” His voice was stern, confirmational.
“He dragged two fingers down your-“
If you didn’t know any better, you’d swear he was-
“Slit, was it?” He drew a dizzying emphasis on the “t.”
You nodded, feeling his fingers deftly move to the hem of your skirt, peeling it up gently. “You-“
“S’what you wanted right? Spent all that time writing about? Keep reading.”
You swallowed, his hands on your bare thigh drawing a tingle of angst all the way down your spine.
“C’mon, what do I say next?”
You blinked, legs tensing at his hands on you.
“Oh, come on, play with me.”
Another beat of breathy, shaky silence from you, just from his hands having been briefly on your body.
He tsked in annoyance, grabbing the phone from your shaking hands with his free one, holding the phone himself now.
You flinched for it, only stilling when rose from your bed at your sudden movement, shifting to stand and level his weight while he held your phone.
You watched him leave whatever page he was on, laughing as you stumbled off of the bed in terror, his hands catching at your wrists when you fought him for it- “Don’t!”
His laugh broke through his next words, still wrangling with your wrist as he held the phone higher and higher from your grasp.
“Oooh, drafts? What’s this?”
You shrieked, clamoring at his arms. He spat another chuckle, holding the phone now far above your ahead, waving it in the air, gesturing it away from your reach. “Come on, you can get it-“
You jumped once, missing it, only to feel his arm clasp around your waist, with you making small kicks, at him wrangling your body against the wall, your cheek flattening against it, feeling his body immediately flush against yours.
You felt him sag against you, his own chest shifting against your back with your every rising breath, either with exertion from trying to reach your phone or from the sudden contact, arousal fleeting through your every nerve. Fuck, fuck he’s big.
He shifted his chin over your shoulder, mockingly, his breath passing harder now-
You panted when the phone was shoved in front of you, Matt pulling your waist back the smallest bit, just to let you hold it in front of yourself against the wall, his foot shifting between yours to keep you in place.
You were certainly not going to contradict.
You had already felt him drag his free hand up your skirt, having pulled it up and over your hips, just enough for him to access the swell of your ass, tracing around, down the front of your body-
Your voice was a shaky whimper, no more than two decibels above a complete whisper.
“He- he dragged two fingers down your slit”
He did, fingers pushing beneath the hem of your underwear, you sunk against him, knees feeling very weak now, your heartbeat picking up even faster than it was, drawing exactly that, two fingers between your folds. “—Feeling your wetness let them glide so,” you mewled at his touch sharply, “nicely.” He hummed against your shoulder. “Mhm. It does.”
Your hips jerked against him, feeling the overwhelming sensation of his warm fingers tracing too delicately over your bud.
His brows raised at your movement, “Jesus, you are wet.” As you continued, “Before he pushed them in,” he did, letting his two fingers sink into you in one go, to which you gasped, your free hand grasping behind you sharply at his wrist, before he chuckled lowly at your little flails: “Ohh, there she is, huh?—“ You mewled, shifting your hips back once to fuck yourself all the way down onto them.
“C’mon,” He warned, “Keep going.”
You sobbed a whimper, holding your phone up so shakily as your eyes skated over the text. Your voice was a trembling whimper as you continued, his hand coming just far enough over your mouth for you to read aloud to him, the humility of your words coming to life on the page as he acted them out onto your body. “Go ahead, tell me.”
“Pulling your- my- legs apart before letting his length-“
Your heat lost his fingers, painfully, while you felt him relax his one arm’s grip around you, his chin retreating from your shoulder for a moment- you heard the hasty sound of a belt being unbuckled, a sigh leaving him as he returned his body against yours, the arm coming the same around your waist, tightly, while his other shifted your skirt farther up your hips, deftly pulling the center seam of your underwear to the side.
“Don’t stop-, you’re doing good.”
You nodded, eyes back on the text, “He- um- lined himself up, dragging along your wetness for leverage-“
You felt him shift your body forward, your chest craning against the wall now-
And he did, his hand coming to shakily grab your free palm, bringing it behind you a moment, letting it draw over his thick length, livening quickly against your warm palm, one half of your palm on it and the other half feeling at his torso, no more than half an inch below his belly button. “See? Mhm?”
You nodded, burning the sensation on your palm to be soldered into your memory, before he had followed his length along your dripping slit, the head prodding momentarily around your clit, while one of his hands threaded through the back of your hair, leveraging you for his entrance.
You ripped your eyes back to the phone, starting again, too on edge to face him, really him, “He-”
The moan tore out from within you, the sheer force of his first thrust knocking you forward gently, his palm coming up in front of your forehead to protect it from meeting with the wall, while all of your limbs vacated autonomous ability, dropping the phone all together- the sound of its clatter on the floor ripping out another whimper from you. He cooed softly at your noises, the delectable breach from his length marking your back arch all on its very own. “Shh-shh, Oh, I know, I know…. It’s okay..”
His palm remained against your forehead, the other coming to hold at the front of your waist, drawing along while he drew another thrust into you. You felt it lance against your walls, his length so perfectly thick and warm, nudging against the furthest possible point inside of you. You cried out a moan, feeling his hands move from your stomach to your clit now, drawing careful circles around it when he spoke again. “S’okay, I know you can’t help how bad you want me.”
You whined at his words, shifting your hips back to meet his thrusts, letting his fingers work over your clit, almost embarrassingly quickly approaching orgasm at his continued touch. When you whimpers grew, he slowed, still fucking into you but keeping his palm over your clit, for now.
“You fucking love this, don’t you?” He spoke against your ear, delivering soft grunts of his own with each thrust. You nodded fervently against him, one arm coming to wrap low around your waist so he could fuck into you with more control, still delivering breath remarks to you while you shuddered against him- “This all you wanted? Huh?” He was panting his words, his own control over the tryst falter as much as yours was. It seemed the both of you were bordering orgasm, especially you at his delicate phrases of your own body’s admission, knowingly, just bringing you to your peak. He slowed though, bringing his thrusts to a gentle stop, retreating his arm from around your waist, and palming it gently around your throat now, an offer, “You wanna feel me in your throat?”
He hardly had to ask, you righted yourself, thighs, trembling, sliding to face him, letting him bring his lips to yours briefly before you sunk to your knees- he panted a quiet gasp at your quiet dedication, “Oh, you’re suuuch a sweet girl…”
Without further hesitation, you slid his length into your mouth, lathing its underside with your tongue, your own denied clit aching at the taste of him. The ache was short lived when he spoke again- “Show me how you touch yourself for me, honey..” You understood, continuing to let his length take advantage of the warmth in your throat, bringing one hand beneath yourself, pumping your own fingers into yourself in time with the thrusts of his into your mouth, working yourself and him closer and closer to the edge, rocking against your own palm as he did- into your face…
His tone was higher, his hand drawing over your hair as his hips stuttered, letting his release saturate your throat- you needed nothing more than the taste of this to cum, yourself, hearing him deliver a string of praises at your followed orgasm, his thumb stroking your cheek in sympathy to your pleasure, slowing the movement of his own against your face as you moaned around him, letting the muscles in your throat swallow the combination of saliva and of cum…
He cooed the barest, fatigued chuckle as your mouth’s warmth departing his length, sliding back to sit, and then.. fall onto your back, while at some point along this, he had descended to his knees beside you, offering another kiss of sympathy, letting his tongue roll into your mouth, sliding the back of his palm over your forehead, and your neck, freeing it of dewy sweat from exertion. He cooed, again- “All done?”
You nodded through a whine, palm reaching shakily to stroke his face, your neurons buzzing with taxed overuse, begging with the last of your consciousness- as you would fight with anything for this moment not to be over- not without him.
You weren’t sure how the two of you had ended up back on your bed, but no part of you fucking cared, you were just delighted that you were still awake, sentient enough to share your moments with him. Your half-witted mind almost prayed that… hopefully, perhaps- he had fucked some measure of his brilliance into you this night. That his talent was glittered broadly somewhere in your stomach or in your heart. Maybe.
He lay along your back, one hand moving to draw through your arm and over your waist, head settling quietly atop your shoulder. “You wanna lay for a bit, still?”
You nodded, still shaking, bringing your hand to tentatively palm over his, “Mhm.”
“Gonna write all about this?”
He hummed. “Good. You better.”
When you woke, light had shone into your apartment heavily, leading you to palm over your eyes in discomfort, sitting up and swathing over yourself with your blanket, still piecing together your awakeness.
Your heart lurched when you remembered-
You stood, hands fumbling with the blanket as you shifted around your apartment.
You walked with quite the jittery gait to your door, testing the knob once.
You shifted around again, walking into your kitchen- empty. Into your bathroom- empty. Back into your bedroom- fucking, still empty.
You moved to your bed, huffing as you sat back down on it, eyes peering at the wall idly, still clamoring at the events of the night previous. Did it happen? Did that. Fucking. Happen?
You waded fearfully through the possibility of it being a dream.
Thus, you scampered for your phone, fingers flitting quickly to Tumblr, to your messages, refreshing the page as your inbox came up.
The user was no longer available.
You gaped, eyes boring into your phone as this unspeakable sorrow and confusion sank into your heart and through to your stomach. You seriously considered checking yourself in, due to the seriously real, painful ache between your thighs, and the slight foreign scent that still resided on your pillow.
You were amidst a phone call later in the day, when your phone buzzed against your ear.
You spoke, bringing it away to tap on the notification.
It was from Tumblr, from a certain: @whyilike-math
You scoffed with a grin, opening it.
whyilike-math: You’re lovely. Glad we met.
You squinted, quickly typing your response.
You brought the phone back up to your ear just before it buzzed again.
whyilike-math: Gonna need that jacket back.
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A/N: Hi. That was a lot. Um. This is my longest one-shot. Or the most amount of words in one sitting. There are over 25 pages in this document. Um. Oh my god. Well, leave me some sweet words so I can recover, as you guys know this was hard for me to write and took me a couple weeks+. It, uh. Look man, like it or not. I’m just so happy that I’m able to share my love for this kosher boy with all of you. I feel like it’s a sisterhood. What’s the gender-neutral version of a sorority/fraternity? I don’t know. Let me be sappy here when I say we’re all a gay freakish dysfunctional family with at least one common appreciation. Thank you guys gals theys and xeys, I’m so happy you’re here. Kisses and bizous until ever, Cinq.
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