ⓘ 𝑺𝑴𝑼𝑻! ⋆ bf!matt ⋆ riding matt while he’s high ⋆ high sex ⋆ matt taking over at the end + more. «𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒕»
ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒕... riding your bf while he smokes.
Matt lays beneath you, his usually dead eyes looking even more so than usual due to the weed in his system. You don’t know if the dilation of his pupils is due to the fact that he’s high as a kite or if it’s because you’re currently riding him cowgirl style, your naked body looking ethereal in the dim lighting of his bedside lamp.
He lifts his hand to his face, taking a long drag from the joint in between his pointer and middle finger, jaw working so sexily. The dress you wore for Gabi’s birthday party is discarded somewhere on the floor beside Matt’s bed along with the pretty lace bra and matching panties that you’d worn for him.
Smoke curls around his face when he exhales as a low moan slips past his lips involuntarily. He’s in awe as his eyes hungrily drink you in. The way you’re moving above him is sin, and the way your tits are bouncing is making his dick twitch inside you.
God. He can’t believe you’re riding him like this—so prettily and so his.
His hips twitch beneath yours, cock throbbing with each lewd movement of your hips. Your pussy is like a warm, velvet vice around his length, making him leak precum into your greedy cunt. The sensation of you riding him is heightened by how high he is right now, and you can tell by the way he’s moaning more than usual.
You lean forward, placing your hands on his chest, freshly manicured nails lightly digging into his tanned skin as you pick up your pace. Your hips slam down against his still-pale ones with wet plaps and squelches that would’ve made you flustered if you weren’t high on both pleasure and the joint burning between Matt’s fingers.
He’s barely keeping his eyes from rolling back, the pleasure threatening to overwhelm him. Matt doesn’t usually smoke. He tries to keep it minimal since he doesn’t want to get addicted to drugs. But sometimes he just can’t help himself.
It helps him calm down—or so he says.
And it makes sex feel ten times better.
Plus, Matt knows you find it attractive when he smokes.
And you do. You can never get the image of his jaw working as he takes a pull from the joint between his fingers out of your mind. The way he exhales the smoke, the way his eyes turn bloodshot and droopier as the weed hits him, the way he looks like he’s in heaven when you’re riding him while he’s high—everything about him in this state makes you so wet.
Matt’s free hand reaches down to thumb at your clit, his eyes zeroed in on your pretty cunt stretched obscenely around his girth—your slick making everything slippery. You jolt at his touch, your jaw going slack as your inner muscles flutter and work around his thick meat.
"Oh-- fuuck..." Matt hisses when you clench around him, his eyes flickering back up to your face to see the fucked out expression etched onto it as you pause momentarily. You shift your hips, trying to adjust to the new stimulation as your body buzzes with pleasure.
A breathy moan leaves you as his thumb works over your clit in slow but relentless circles, and you resume riding him despite the tension coiling deep in your tummy—needing more of his cock.
But it doesn’t take long for your thighs to shake and burn. Yet you try your best to keep riding him anyway. And Matt knows you’re starting to get too tired to do so. So, he decides to take control even though his mind is a jumbled mess of pleasure and fogginess from the joint you’d shared.
You barely notice as he takes one last drag of the joint in his hand and puts it out on the ashtray on his bedside table before his hands grip your hips tight enough to make you gasp and still your movements.
He flips you both around with ease, his dick slipping out with a wet sound, and immediately crashes his lips against yours as he pushes himself back home in your tight heat. Matt finally exhales the smoke he’s been keeping inside his lungs into your mouth, and even in your hazy mind you can’t help but find it unfairly hot.
And you’d think Matt would stop after one round—but no.
He fucks you like he wants your pussy to mold into his shape.
isa’s rambling ۶ৎ i’m so rusty since i haven’t written anything in almost a month now but i hope it’s not too bad :D and it’s all thanks to that pic of matt ’cause i immediately got sm motivation to write something filthy when i saw that pic. and lemme tell you that that prompt @chratts0pepsican sent in was amazing 😛 (also i assumed it was smoking weed rather than just smoking cigarettes and ran with it so i hope that’s okay :p)
ⓘ 𝑺𝑴𝑼𝑻! ⋆ bf!matt ⋆ riding matt while he’s high ⋆ high sex ⋆ matt taking over at the end + more. «𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒕»
ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒕... riding your bf while he smokes.
Matt lays beneath you, his usually dead eyes looking even more so than usual due to the weed in his system. You don’t know if the dilation of his pupils is due to the fact that he’s high as a kite or if it’s because you’re currently riding him cowgirl style, your naked body looking ethereal in the dim lighting of his bedside lamp.
He lifts his hand to his face, taking a long drag from the joint in between his pointer and middle finger, jaw working so sexily. The dress you wore for Gabi’s birthday party is discarded somewhere on the floor beside Matt’s bed along with the pretty lace bra and matching panties that you’d worn for him.
Smoke curls around his face when he exhales as a low moan slips past his lips involuntarily. He’s in awe as his eyes hungrily drink you in. The way you’re moving above him is sin, and the way your tits are bouncing is making his dick twitch inside you.
God. He can’t believe you’re riding him like this—so prettily and so his.
His hips twitch beneath yours, cock throbbing with each lewd movement of your hips. Your pussy is like a warm, velvet vice around his length, making him leak precum into your greedy cunt. The sensation of you riding him is heightened by how high he is right now, and you can tell by the way he’s moaning more than usual.
You lean forward, placing your hands on his chest, freshly manicured nails lightly digging into his tanned skin as you pick up your pace. Your hips slam down against his still-pale ones with wet plaps and squelches that would’ve made you flustered if you weren’t high on both pleasure and the joint burning between Matt’s fingers.
He’s barely keeping his eyes from rolling back, the pleasure threatening to overwhelm him. Matt doesn’t usually smoke. He tries to keep it minimal since he doesn’t want to get addicted to drugs. But sometimes he just can’t help himself.
It helps him calm down—or so he says.
And it makes sex feel ten times better.
Plus, Matt knows you find it attractive when he smokes.
And you do. You can never get the image of his jaw working as he takes a pull from the joint between his fingers out of your mind. The way he exhales the smoke, the way his eyes turn bloodshot and droopier as the weed hits him, the way he looks like he’s in heaven when you’re riding him while he’s high—everything about him in this state makes you so wet.
Matt’s free hand reaches down to thumb at your clit, his eyes zeroed in on your pretty cunt stretched obscenely around his girth—your slick making everything slippery. You jolt at his touch, your jaw going slack as your inner muscles flutter and work around his thick meat.
"Oh-- fuuck..." Matt hisses when you clench around him, his eyes flickering back up to your face to see the fucked out expression etched onto it as you pause momentarily. You shift your hips, trying to adjust to the new stimulation as your body buzzes with pleasure.
A breathy moan leaves you as his thumb works over your clit in slow but relentless circles, and you resume riding him despite the tension coiling deep in your tummy—needing more of his cock.
But it doesn’t take long for your thighs to shake and burn. Yet you try your best to keep riding him anyway. And Matt knows you’re starting to get too tired to do so. So, he decides to take control even though his mind is a jumbled mess of pleasure and fogginess from the joint you’d shared.
You barely notice as he takes one last drag of the joint in his hand and puts it out on the ashtray on his bedside table before his hands grip your hips tight enough to make you gasp and still your movements.
He flips you both around with ease, his dick slipping out with a wet sound, and immediately crashes his lips against yours as he pushes himself back home in your tight heat. Matt finally exhales the smoke he’s been keeping inside his lungs into your mouth, and even in your hazy mind you can’t help but find it unfairly hot.
And you’d think Matt would stop after one round—but no.
He fucks you like he wants your pussy to mold into his shape.
isa’s rambling ۶ৎ i’m so rusty since i haven’t written anything in almost a month now but i hope it’s not too bad :D and it’s all thanks to that pic of matt ’cause i immediately got sm motivation to write something filthy when i saw that pic. and lemme tell you that that prompt @chratts0pepsican sent in was amazing 😛 (also i assumed it was smoking weed rather than just smoking cigarettes and ran with it so i hope that’s okay :p)
ⓘ 𝑺𝑴𝑼𝑻! ⋆ bf!matt ⋆ riding matt while he’s high ⋆ high sex ⋆ matt taking over at the end + more. «𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒕»
ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒕... riding your bf while he smokes.
Matt lays beneath you, his usually dead eyes looking even more so than usual due to the weed in his system. You don’t know if the dilation of his pupils is due to the fact that he’s high as a kite or if it’s because you’re currently riding him cowgirl style, your naked body looking ethereal in the dim lighting of his bedside lamp.
He lifts his hand to his face, taking a long drag from the joint in between his pointer and middle finger, jaw working so sexily. The dress you wore for Gabi’s birthday party is discarded somewhere on the floor beside Matt’s bed along with the pretty lace bra and matching panties that you’d worn for him.
Smoke curls around his face when he exhales as a low moan slips past his lips involuntarily. He’s in awe as his eyes hungrily drink you in. The way you’re moving above him is sin, and the way your tits are bouncing is making his dick twitch inside you.
God. He can’t believe you’re riding him like this—so prettily and so his.
His hips twitch beneath yours, cock throbbing with each lewd movement of your hips. Your pussy is like a warm, velvet vice around his length, making him leak precum into your greedy cunt. The sensation of you riding him is heightened by how high he is right now, and you can tell by the way he’s moaning more than usual.
You lean forward, placing your hands on his chest, freshly manicured nails lightly digging into his tanned skin as you pick up your pace. Your hips slam down against his still-pale ones with wet plaps and squelches that would’ve made you flustered if you weren’t high on both pleasure and the joint burning between Matt’s fingers.
He’s barely keeping his eyes from rolling back, the pleasure threatening to overwhelm him. Matt doesn’t usually smoke. He tries to keep it minimal since he doesn’t want to get addicted to drugs. But sometimes he just can’t help himself.
It helps him calm down—or so he says.
And it makes sex feel ten times better.
Plus, Matt knows you find it attractive when he smokes.
And you do. You can never get the image of his jaw working as he takes a pull from the joint between his fingers out of your mind. The way he exhales the smoke, the way his eyes turn bloodshot and droopier as the weed hits him, the way he looks like he’s in heaven when you’re riding him while he’s high—everything about him in this state makes you so wet.
Matt’s free hand reaches down to thumb at your clit, his eyes zeroed in on your pretty cunt stretched obscenely around his girth—your slick making everything slippery. You jolt at his touch, your jaw going slack as your inner muscles flutter and work around his thick meat.
"Oh-- fuuck..." Matt hisses when you clench around him, his eyes flickering back up to your face to see the fucked out expression etched onto it as you pause momentarily. You shift your hips, trying to adjust to the new stimulation as your body buzzes with pleasure.
A breathy moan leaves you as his thumb works over your clit in slow but relentless circles, and you resume riding him despite the tension coiling deep in your tummy—needing more of his cock.
But it doesn’t take long for your thighs to shake and burn. Yet you try your best to keep riding him anyway. And Matt knows you’re starting to get too tired to do so. So, he decides to take control even though his mind is a jumbled mess of pleasure and fogginess from the joint you’d shared.
You barely notice as he takes one last drag of the joint in his hand and puts it out on the ashtray on his bedside table before his hands grip your hips tight enough to make you gasp and still your movements.
He flips you both around with ease, his dick slipping out with a wet sound, and immediately crashes his lips against yours as he pushes himself back home in your tight heat. Matt finally exhales the smoke he’s been keeping inside his lungs into your mouth, and even in your hazy mind you can’t help but find it unfairly hot.
And you’d think Matt would stop after one round—but no.
He fucks you like he wants your pussy to mold into his shape.
isa’s rambling ۶ৎ i’m so rusty since i haven’t written anything in almost a month now but i hope it’s not too bad :D and it’s all thanks to that pic of matt ’cause i immediately got sm motivation to write something filthy when i saw that pic. and lemme tell you that that prompt @chratts0pepsican sent in was amazing 😛 (also i assumed it was smoking weed rather than just smoking cigarettes and ran with it so i hope that’s okay :p)
ⓘ 𝑺𝑴𝑼𝑻! ⋆ bf!matt ⋆ riding matt while he’s high ⋆ high sex ⋆ matt taking over at the end + more. «𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒕»
ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒕... riding your bf while he smokes.
Matt lays beneath you, his usually dead eyes looking even more so than usual due to the weed in his system. You don’t know if the dilation of his pupils is due to the fact that he’s high as a kite or if it’s because you’re currently riding him cowgirl style, your naked body looking ethereal in the dim lighting of his bedside lamp.
He lifts his hand to his face, taking a long drag from the joint in between his pointer and middle finger, jaw working so sexily. The dress you wore for Gabi’s birthday party is discarded somewhere on the floor beside Matt’s bed along with the pretty lace bra and matching panties that you’d worn for him.
Smoke curls around his face when he exhales as a low moan slips past his lips involuntarily. He’s in awe as his eyes hungrily drink you in. The way you’re moving above him is sin, and the way your tits are bouncing is making his dick twitch inside you.
God. He can’t believe you’re riding him like this—so prettily and so his.
His hips twitch beneath yours, cock throbbing with each lewd movement of your hips. Your pussy is like a warm, velvet vice around his length, making him leak precum into your greedy cunt. The sensation of you riding him is heightened by how high he is right now, and you can tell by the way he’s moaning more than usual.
You lean forward, placing your hands on his chest, freshly manicured nails lightly digging into his tanned skin as you pick up your pace. Your hips slam down against his still-pale ones with wet plaps and squelches that would’ve made you flustered if you weren’t high on both pleasure and the joint burning between Matt’s fingers.
He’s barely keeping his eyes from rolling back, the pleasure threatening to overwhelm him. Matt doesn’t usually smoke. He tries to keep it minimal since he doesn’t want to get addicted to drugs. But sometimes he just can’t help himself.
It helps him calm down—or so he says.
And it makes sex feel ten times better.
Plus, Matt knows you find it attractive when he smokes.
And you do. You can never get the image of his jaw working as he takes a pull from the joint between his fingers out of your mind. The way he exhales the smoke, the way his eyes turn bloodshot and droopier as the weed hits him, the way he looks like he’s in heaven when you’re riding him while he’s high—everything about him in this state makes you so wet.
Matt’s free hand reaches down to thumb at your clit, his eyes zeroed in on your pretty cunt stretched obscenely around his girth—your slick making everything slippery. You jolt at his touch, your jaw going slack as your inner muscles flutter and work around his thick meat.
"Oh-- fuuck..." Matt hisses when you clench around him, his eyes flickering back up to your face to see the fucked out expression etched onto it as you pause momentarily. You shift your hips, trying to adjust to the new stimulation as your body buzzes with pleasure.
A breathy moan leaves you as his thumb works over your clit in slow but relentless circles, and you resume riding him despite the tension coiling deep in your tummy—needing more of his cock.
But it doesn’t take long for your thighs to shake and burn. Yet you try your best to keep riding him anyway. And Matt knows you’re starting to get too tired to do so. So, he decides to take control even though his mind is a jumbled mess of pleasure and fogginess from the joint you’d shared.
You barely notice as he takes one last drag of the joint in his hand and puts it out on the ashtray on his bedside table before his hands grip your hips tight enough to make you gasp and still your movements.
He flips you both around with ease, his dick slipping out with a wet sound, and immediately crashes his lips against yours as he pushes himself back home in your tight heat. Matt finally exhales the smoke he’s been keeping inside his lungs into your mouth, and even in your hazy mind you can’t help but find it unfairly hot.
And you’d think Matt would stop after one round—but no.
He fucks you like he wants your pussy to mold into his shape.
isa’s rambling ۶ৎ i’m so rusty since i haven’t written anything in almost a month now but i hope it’s not too bad :D and it’s all thanks to that pic of matt ’cause i immediately got sm motivation to write something filthy when i saw that pic. and lemme tell you that that prompt @chratts0pepsican sent in was amazing 😛 (also i assumed it was smoking weed rather than just smoking cigarettes and ran with it so i hope that’s okay :p)
── .✦ became a photographer at 19, now 22. switch. always been into men, accepted himself fully in high school. small hoop earrings. rimless glasses. photography has always been his element. second oldest of four. sharp and professional. has a puggle back at his parents’ house. occasional hookups with a guy he’s familiar with. smells fruity. relieving stress means traveling with his camera. 15 minutes by madison beer.
starring elias whitlock as... model!oc aka eli
── .✦ started working as a model at 19, now 20. switch. used to date women only, later realized he liked men as well. layered rings. hidden tattoos/piercings. knew who he was from a young age. youngest of two. playful and daring. doesn’t own any pets, but his older sister has three pomeranians. fucks around too much. smells woody. smoking is his way of relieving built of stress. love me by lil wayne, drake, future.
SYNOPSIS nick never let his gaze linger at the male models he photographed. he kept everything polite and professional, never mixing feelings and work together even if the model he worked with was exactly his type or they were into him. he’s well-known and respected in his profession, for he knew how to capture the beauty of whoever was in front of him. he knew how to separate work from his private life—until that faithful day where everything seemed to go wrong. and then he met eli. he’s heard of eli, saw the various articles about how he was taking the fashion world by storm. as much as it was an honor to work with him, nick had underestimated just how right those articles were when they specified how much of a "fuckboy" eli is and how unashamed he’s about his sex life.
FILMOGRAPHY
EPISODES
⟢ coming soon!
FILLER EPISODES
⟢ coming soon!
MISC.
⟢ coming soon!
Q&A
⟢ everything photographer!nick && model!oc
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DIRECTOR’S SPEECH ofc i had to make a nick one for this alternative universe 😛 wrote the synopsis while sleepy so i hope it makes enough sense and uh... i’m gonna go to sleep now lol
── .✦ became a photographer at 19, now 22. switch. always been into men, accepted himself fully in high school. small hoop earrings. rimless glasses. photography has always been his element. second oldest of four. sharp and professional. has a puggle back at his parents’ house. occasional hookups with a guy he’s familiar with. smells fruity. relieving stress means traveling with his camera. 15 minutes by madison beer.
starring elias whitlock as... model!oc aka eli
── .✦ started working as a model at 19, now 20. switch. used to date women only, later realized he liked men as well. layered rings. hidden tattoos/piercings. knew who he was from a young age. youngest of two. playful and daring. doesn’t own any pets, but his older sister has three pomeranians. fucks around too much. smells woody. smoking is his way of relieving built of stress. love me by lil wayne, drake, future.
SYNOPSIS nick never let his gaze linger at the male models he photographed. he kept everything polite and professional, never mixing feelings and work together even if the model he worked with was exactly his type or they were into him. he’s well-known and respected in his profession, for he knew how to capture the beauty of whoever was in front of him. he knew how to separate work from his private life—until that faithful day where everything seemed to go wrong. and then he met eli. he’s heard of eli, saw the various articles about how he was taking the fashion world by storm. as much as it was an honor to work with him, nick had underestimated just how right those articles were when they specified how much of a "fuckboy" eli is and how unashamed he’s about his sex life.
FILMOGRAPHY
EPISODES
⟢ coming soon!
FILLER EPISODES
⟢ coming soon!
MISC.
⟢ coming soon!
Q&A
⟢ everything photographer!nick && model!oc
---⭑ «tickets» 𓂃 «au navi» ⭑---
DIRECTOR’S SPEECH ofc i had to make a nick one for this alternative universe 😛 wrote the synopsis while sleepy so i hope it makes enough sense and uh... i’m gonna go to sleep now lol
── .✦ became a photographer at 19, now 22. switch. always been into men, accepted himself fully in high school. small hoop earrings. rimless glasses. photography has always been his element. second oldest of four. sharp and professional. has a puggle back at his parents’ house. occasional hookups with a guy he’s familiar with. smells fruity. relieving stress means traveling with his camera. 15 minutes by madison beer.
starring elias whitlock as... model!oc aka eli
── .✦ started working as a model at 19, now 20. switch. used to date women only, later realized he liked men as well. layered rings. hidden tattoos/piercings. knew who he was from a young age. youngest of two. playful and daring. doesn’t own any pets, but his older sister has three pomeranians. fucks around too much. smells woody. smoking is his way of relieving built of stress. love me by lil wayne, drake, future.
SYNOPSIS nick never let his gaze linger at the male models he photographed. he kept everything polite and professional, never mixing feelings and work together even if the model he worked with was exactly his type or they were into him. he’s well-known and respected in his profession, for he knew how to capture the beauty of whoever was in front of him. he knew how to separate work from his private life—until that faithful day where everything seemed to go wrong. and then he met eli. he’s heard of eli, saw the various articles about how he was taking the fashion world by storm. as much as it was an honor to work with him, nick had underestimated just how right those articles were when they specified how much of a "fuckboy" eli is and how unashamed he’s about his sex life.
FILMOGRAPHY
EPISODES
⟢ coming soon!
FILLER EPISODES
⟢ coming soon!
MISC.
⟢ coming soon!
Q&A
⟢ everything photographer!nick && model!oc
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DIRECTOR’S SPEECH ofc i had to make a nick one for this alternative universe 😛 wrote the synopsis while sleepy so i hope it makes enough sense and uh... i’m gonna go to sleep now lol
── .✦ published his first book at 20, now 22. has an adorable bombay even though he’s mildly allergic to cats. dancing in the rain kinda romantic. quiet nights. noise cancelling headphones on when writing. smells like something woodsy and dangerous. nature gives him inspiration. heartthrob but doesn’t have a girlfriend. blue-light glasses. charming smiles. meddle about by chase atlantic.
starring you as... florist!reader aka flora
── .✦ started working as a florist at 21, now 24. doesn’t have any pets but absolutely adores cats. would rather stay in during a rainy day. slow mornings. plays something slow and melodic on the speaker while arranging flowers. smells like something floral and alluring. reading books keeps her grounded. has a fwb who’s too obsessed. layered jewelry. eye rolls. glory box by portishead.
SYNOPSIS during a day off, you decide to visit the bookstore next-door to your florist shop. the air-conditioned store—smelling distinctly of books—is a stark contrast to the beating sun outside. a welcome change. the bookstore clerk, a young man in his early 20s, beams at you as you walk further in, calling out to you in that cheerful tone you’re quite used to hearing by now since he often comes over to get new plants and whatnot to place around the store. but what you aren’t used to is the man who’s already standing at the counter, talking to the clerk. he looks just like the clerk known as chris—yet he’s got a different aura around him that has your pulse quickening despite yourself. and when he smirks slightly, averting his undivided attention to you, you know you’re already falling into the depths of his ocean blue eyes.
FILMOGRAPHY
EPISODES
⟢ coming soon!
FILLER EPISODES
⟢ coming soon!
MISC.
⟢ coming soon!
Q&A
⟢ everything author!matt && florist!reader
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DIRECTOR’S SPEECH hi, um, new au... (٥↼_↼) i know, i know, i promise things and don’t write for them... i’m painfully aware. but i needed to make this au asap ’cause it’s author!matt and author!matt is very much real rn since matt’s releasing a book this august?! this man cannot get any more hotter than this or i’ll bust- i mean burst (◍❛ ᴗ ❛◍)
── .✦ published his first book at 20, now 22. has an adorable bombay even though he’s mildly allergic to cats. dancing in the rain kinda romantic. quiet nights. noise cancelling headphones on when writing. smells like something woodsy and dangerous. nature gives him inspiration. heartthrob but doesn’t have a girlfriend. blue-light glasses. charming smiles. meddle about by chase atlantic.
starring you as... florist!reader aka flora
── .✦ started working as a florist at 21, now 24. doesn’t have any pets but absolutely adores cats. would rather stay in during a rainy day. slow mornings. plays something slow and melodic on the speaker while arranging flowers. smells like something floral and alluring. reading books keeps her grounded. has a fwb who’s too obsessed. layered jewelry. eye rolls. glory box by portishead.
SYNOPSIS during a day off, you decide to visit the bookstore next-door to your florist shop. the air-conditioned store—smelling distinctly of books—is a stark contrast to the beating sun outside. a welcome change. the bookstore clerk, a young man in his early 20s, beams at you as you walk further in, calling out to you in that cheerful tone you’re quite used to hearing by now since he often comes over to get new plants and whatnot to place around the store. but what you aren’t used to is the man who’s already standing at the counter, talking to the clerk. he looks just like the clerk known as chris—yet he’s got a different aura around him that has your pulse quickening despite yourself. and when he smirks slightly, averting his undivided attention to you, you know you’re already falling into the depths of his ocean blue eyes.
FILMOGRAPHY
EPISODES
⟢ coming soon!
FILLER EPISODES
⟢ coming soon!
MISC.
⟢ coming soon!
Q&A
⟢ everything author!matt && florist!reader
---⭑ «tickets» 𓂃 «au navi» ⭑---
DIRECTOR’S SPEECH hi, um, new au... (٥↼_↼) i know, i know, i promise things and don’t write for them... i’m painfully aware. but i needed to make this au asap ’cause it’s author!matt and author!matt is very much real rn since matt’s releasing a book this august?! this man cannot get any more hotter than this or i’ll bust- i mean burst (◍❛ ᴗ ❛◍)
── .✦ published his first book at 20, now 22. has an adorable bombay even though he’s mildly allergic to cats. dancing in the rain kinda romantic. quiet nights. noise cancelling headphones on when writing. smells like something woodsy and dangerous. nature gives him inspiration. heartthrob but doesn’t have a girlfriend. blue-light glasses. charming smiles. meddle about by chase atlantic.
starring you as... florist!reader aka flora
── .✦ started working as a florist at 21, now 24. doesn’t have any pets but absolutely adores cats. would rather stay in during a rainy day. slow mornings. plays something slow and melodic on the speaker while arranging flowers. smells like something floral and alluring. reading books keeps her grounded. has a fwb who’s too obsessed. layered jewelry. eye rolls. glory box by portishead.
SYNOPSIS during a day off, you decide to visit the bookstore next-door to your florist shop. the air-conditioned store—smelling distinctly of books—is a stark contrast to the beating sun outside. a welcome change. the bookstore clerk, a young man in his early 20s, beams at you as you walk further in, calling out to you in that cheerful tone you’re quite used to hearing by now since he often comes over to get new plants and whatnot to place around the store. but what you aren’t used to is the man who’s already standing at the counter, talking to the clerk. he looks just like the clerk known as chris—yet he’s got a different aura around him that has your pulse quickening despite yourself. and when he smirks slightly, averting his undivided attention to you, you know you’re already falling into the depths of his ocean blue eyes.
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FILLER EPISODES
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---⭑ «tickets» 𓂃 «au navi» ⭑---
DIRECTOR’S SPEECH hi, um, new au... (٥↼_↼) i know, i know, i promise things and don’t write for them... i’m painfully aware. but i needed to make this au asap ’cause it’s author!matt and author!matt is very much real rn since matt’s releasing a book this august?! this man cannot get any more hotter than this or i’ll bust- i mean burst (◍❛ ᴗ ❛◍)
ⓘ 𝒔𝒎𝒖𝒕! ⋆ edging ⋆ toying with matt ⋆ back to back orgasms ⋆ loads of begging ⋆ overstimulation + more. «𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒑𝒐»
Matt’s thighs tremble as he holds back from bucking his hips up, his knuckles white as he clutches onto the towel under him like a lifeline. His brows are knitted together, jaw slack as he peers down at your hand pumping his cock slowly. The head of his dick is flushed an angry red, his thick, veiny shaft throbbing against your palm.
Sweat beads at his temples and brows, a thin sheen of sweat making his naked skin glisten in the dim lighting of his bedside lamp. His muscles are taut, flexing beneath his skin, as he struggles to fight back his orgasm that’s been denied from him for the past 20 minutes—or more.
He doesn’t even remember anymore.
"F-fuck-fuckfuck--" Matt chants brokenly when you suddenly change the pace of your strokes, twisting your wrist and squeezing whenever you reached his tip. His eyes roll back into his skull, leaving only the whites visible, as his head falls back against the wall behind him with a dull thud. "Please—mmhn—pleaseplease... I can’t--"
His hips chase your hand, thighs trembling, throaty moans slipping past his lips uncontrollably as he chases after that euphoric sensation.
But you’re not done with him yet, he finds out the hard way.
Matt’s moans turn into gasps then whimpers when you pull your hand away, his hips bucking a few times pathetically before he forces them back on the chair. His thighs don’t stop trembling though, and he looks at you with a pleading expression, his chest heaving with ragged breaths.
"Please...?" He begs, swallowing down his pride. "I’m so close..."
You two had an argument prior to this and you were already having a bad day so his attitude didn’t help at all. And when he finally apologized for acting like a dick when you were clearly stressed, you told him you’d only forgive him if he let you control his orgasm since he always does it to you.
That’s how he ended up in this position, and he’s been really damn good so far, making you wonder if he edges himself on the low and never told you he does.
"Yeah? You wanna cum?" You coo, smiling sweetly at your boyfriend who looks utterly wrecked, tears and all.
Matt nods quickly. "Please? I’ve been a g-good boy... Right?" His cheeks flush further at calling himself a good boy, the word foreign on his tongue in this kind of a setting. He’s used to calling Trevor or sometimes even his brothers good boy, but it’s never sexual—unlike now.
"You were good..." You hum, looking thoughtful for a second before your lips begin to curl at the corners with what looked like a sweet smile, but it made his cock twitch in excitement.
"Okay, then." You wrap your fingers around his base, slowly tugging upwards until you see a clear bead of precum form on his slit and slide down his head, making him shudder and groan.
"You can cum—but only after I count down from ten. ’Kay?"
Matt barely has time to nod before you start using both of your hands, twisting your wrists as you stroke him faster and faster. "O-oh my G-God--" He gasps sharply, his voice becoming high pitched as pleasure shoots up his spine, making his hips jerk.
"Ten..." You begin to count, your smile growing. "Keep your ass on the chair, Matthew."
He complies immediately, thighs tensing and shaking, a bead of sweat sliding down his abdomen as his stomach contracts and flutters. He’s barely holding on, jaw clenching so tightly it’s borderline painful. Nostrils flaring as he tries to breathe through it.
"Nine..." You drawl, purposely teasing the poor guy. "Eight..."
Your words begin to blur as his mind focuses completely on the feeling of your hand on him and the pleasure you’re giving him. His world narrows down to the tautness in his tummy, growing unbearable with each twist and tug.
By the time you’re on two, he’s shaking, his breaths coming out in gasps as he tries his best to hold back his impending orgasm. It’s so much harder to hold back when you’re counting, because his brain is sending signals to his body to just let go and reach that high it so desperately wants to reach.
You pull your hand away before you reach one, barely holding back your amusement as Matt makes a whiny, frustrated noise in the back of his throat. His teary, blue eyes lock onto yours and he immediately scowls at the sight of your mirth.
"Seriously? I’m—fuck—I’m here about to fucking cry and you’re laughing?" He sniffles, voice breaking, as he feels that warm, taut sensation in his tummy slowly fade. The continuous edging is really fucking with his brain and emotions now—and you can tell.
"Sorry," you chuckle, not sorry at all. "I won’t stop this time. I promise."
Matt’s eyes roll back briefly—eyelashes fluttering and all—when your hands begin to work him again, a choked moan leaving his now open mouth.
You can feel how slick you’ve become between your own legs, having grown wet from seeing your boyfriend look this fucked-out for the first time. You shift in your seat, trying to relieve the pressure as you continue to pump his poor, sensitive length.
The countdown is slower this time, and so are your hands. You don’t want him to reach that feeling too quickly. No, you’re going to save that until you’re close to one so you can really make him suffer. Not that you’d like to see your boyfriend suffer—well, maybe only in this circumstance since he looks so pathetically delicious.
Each pause between the numbers feels like hours to Matt. He’s trying, he really is, but he doesn’t know if he can hold back any longer. And he can feel his thoughts fading into a jumbled mess of want.
"One..." You finally drawl, your thumb brushing against the underside of his cockhead, making his breath catch sharply. "Hold it..."
Your hands start working again, so fast Matt feels his vision blur, his jaw going slack as he barely holds back, making those desperate sounds he can’t silence even if he tries. "Ah, ah, ah--! f-fuck—nghh-!"
Finally, you give him what he’s been craving for the past forty minutes. "Go on. Cum."
Matt’s eyes roll back in ecstasy as he finally lets go, cumming so hard he feels his vision spot and sparks explode behind his eyes. His hips stutter as jet after jet of hot, pearly cum shoots out of his slit and onto your hands and his own stomach and thighs, painting everything in that pretty color.
He thought you’d stop.
He didn’t think you’d keep going.
But you did.
You keep moving your hands, removing one only to rub your palm against his tip to further stimulate his already oversensitive nerves. He was so sensitive from being edged for such a long time, and you weren’t giving him time to come down and recover.
You watch as he writhes on the chair, his abs contracting and his hips trying to move away, but wherever he goes your hands are already there; following.
"Fuuuck..." Matt groans, completely overwhelmed. "Stop—"
But you only giggle and keep going, growing wetter by the second as you listened to the pathetic sounds he was making. Matt Sturniolo, your soft dom boyfriend, whining like a bitch was a complete turn on and you can’t believe you haven’t tried this with him sooner.
"I- fucking hate you right now- G-god--!" Matt half-laughs, half groans, eyes squeezing shut as his body thrash and thighs try to close. He’s so close to coming again, due to the sensitivity still lingering from his first orgasm.
And he knows his second orgasm will ruin him.
"Please, baby, I’m gonna cum again if you keep..." He trails off, eyes rolling back for the nth time tonight.
But he immediately takes back his words when your hand begins to still. "W-wait—mmhn-ffuck—no- keep—ahn—keep going. Keep fucking going, please, I’m gonna--"
You don’t deny him his release this time, complying to his pleas and never stop moving your hands until his back is arching and hips lifting high off the chair, making a mess all over your hands and his own stomach again.
Matt feels lightheaded as he comes down from his high, his hands weakly gripping your wrists to stop your now gentle movements, too sensitive for even just slow strokes. "Jesus... I feel like I’m floating..." He chuckles breathlessly, slumping against the chair, legs feeling like jelly.
"Yeah?" You grin, utterly satisfied with yourself for making your boyfriend orgasm like that—twice, no less.
Matt nods, closing his eyes briefly as he breathes deeply, trying to even out his ragged breaths, before opening them again. His eyes are heavy-lidded and expression exhausted but satisfied as he gazes at you with such a soft expression you almost melt into the pillow you’re kneeling on top of.
He sees the look in your eyes and knows you’re turned on and probably so wet already, but he can’t really do much right now with his body feeling like it’s ten times heavier than usual.
"I’ll make you feel good, too," Matt murmurs, hand reaching out to gently cup your jaw, thumb brushing reverently against your skin.
Then continues with a more sheepish tone in his voice. "Just gimme a minute, sweetheart... I don’t think I can stand right now."
isa’s rambling ۶ৎ bellooo :p this isn’t really proofread since i’m like so sleepy rn. and i’m not fully back yet but i got sum motivation to write so i hope you guys enjoy this little slutty piece inspired by the post my pretty girl bee @mattsbeloved reblogged so let’s all thank her for getting me out of this slump even if it was temporary 😛
ⓘ 𝒔𝒎𝒖𝒕! ⋆ edging ⋆ toying with matt ⋆ back to back orgasms ⋆ loads of begging ⋆ overstimulation + more. «𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒑𝒐»
Matt’s thighs tremble as he holds back from bucking his hips up, his knuckles white as he clutches onto the towel under him like a lifeline. His brows are knitted together, jaw slack as he peers down at your hand pumping his cock slowly. The head of his dick is flushed an angry red, his thick, veiny shaft throbbing against your palm.
Sweat beads at his temples and brows, a thin sheen of sweat making his naked skin glisten in the dim lighting of his bedside lamp. His muscles are taut, flexing beneath his skin, as he struggles to fight back his orgasm that’s been denied from him for the past 20 minutes—or more.
He doesn’t even remember anymore.
"F-fuck-fuckfuck--" Matt chants brokenly when you suddenly change the pace of your strokes, twisting your wrist and squeezing whenever you reached his tip. His eyes roll back into his skull, leaving only the whites visible, as his head falls back against the wall behind him with a dull thud. "Please—mmhn—pleaseplease... I can’t--"
His hips chase your hand, thighs trembling, throaty moans slipping past his lips uncontrollably as he chases after that euphoric sensation.
But you’re not done with him yet, he finds out the hard way.
Matt’s moans turn into gasps then whimpers when you pull your hand away, his hips bucking a few times pathetically before he forces them back on the chair. His thighs don’t stop trembling though, and he looks at you with a pleading expression, his chest heaving with ragged breaths.
"Please...?" He begs, swallowing down his pride. "I’m so close..."
You two had an argument prior to this and you were already having a bad day so his attitude didn’t help at all. And when he finally apologized for acting like a dick when you were clearly stressed, you told him you’d only forgive him if he let you control his orgasm since he always does it to you.
That’s how he ended up in this position, and he’s been really damn good so far, making you wonder if he edges himself on the low and never told you he does.
"Yeah? You wanna cum?" You coo, smiling sweetly at your boyfriend who looks utterly wrecked, tears and all.
Matt nods quickly. "Please? I’ve been a g-good boy... Right?" His cheeks flush further at calling himself a good boy, the word foreign on his tongue in this kind of a setting. He’s used to calling Trevor or sometimes even his brothers good boy, but it’s never sexual—unlike now.
"You were good..." You hum, looking thoughtful for a second before your lips begin to curl at the corners with what looked like a sweet smile, but it made his cock twitch in excitement.
"Okay, then." You wrap your fingers around his base, slowly tugging upwards until you see a clear bead of precum form on his slit and slide down his head, making him shudder and groan.
"You can cum—but only after I count down from ten. ’Kay?"
Matt barely has time to nod before you start using both of your hands, twisting your wrists as you stroke him faster and faster. "O-oh my G-God--" He gasps sharply, his voice becoming high pitched as pleasure shoots up his spine, making his hips jerk.
"Ten..." You begin to count, your smile growing. "Keep your ass on the chair, Matthew."
He complies immediately, thighs tensing and shaking, a bead of sweat sliding down his abdomen as his stomach contracts and flutters. He’s barely holding on, jaw clenching so tightly it’s borderline painful. Nostrils flaring as he tries to breathe through it.
"Nine..." You drawl, purposely teasing the poor guy. "Eight..."
Your words begin to blur as his mind focuses completely on the feeling of your hand on him and the pleasure you’re giving him. His world narrows down to the tautness in his tummy, growing unbearable with each twist and tug.
By the time you’re on two, he’s shaking, his breaths coming out in gasps as he tries his best to hold back his impending orgasm. It’s so much harder to hold back when you’re counting, because his brain is sending signals to his body to just let go and reach that high it so desperately wants to reach.
You pull your hand away before you reach one, barely holding back your amusement as Matt makes a whiny, frustrated noise in the back of his throat. His teary, blue eyes lock onto yours and he immediately scowls at the sight of your mirth.
"Seriously? I’m—fuck—I’m here about to fucking cry and you’re laughing?" He sniffles, voice breaking, as he feels that warm, taut sensation in his tummy slowly fade. The continuous edging is really fucking with his brain and emotions now—and you can tell.
"Sorry," you chuckle, not sorry at all. "I won’t stop this time. I promise."
Matt’s eyes roll back briefly—eyelashes fluttering and all—when your hands begin to work him again, a choked moan leaving his now open mouth.
You can feel how slick you’ve become between your own legs, having grown wet from seeing your boyfriend look this fucked-out for the first time. You shift in your seat, trying to relieve the pressure as you continue to pump his poor, sensitive length.
The countdown is slower this time, and so are your hands. You don’t want him to reach that feeling too quickly. No, you’re going to save that until you’re close to one so you can really make him suffer. Not that you’d like to see your boyfriend suffer—well, maybe only in this circumstance since he looks so pathetically delicious.
Each pause between the numbers feels like hours to Matt. He’s trying, he really is, but he doesn’t know if he can hold back any longer. And he can feel his thoughts fading into a jumbled mess of want.
"One..." You finally drawl, your thumb brushing against the underside of his cockhead, making his breath catch sharply. "Hold it..."
Your hands start working again, so fast Matt feels his vision blur, his jaw going slack as he barely holds back, making those desperate sounds he can’t silence even if he tries. "Ah, ah, ah--! f-fuck—nghh-!"
Finally, you give him what he’s been craving for the past forty minutes. "Go on. Cum."
Matt’s eyes roll back in ecstasy as he finally lets go, cumming so hard he feels his vision spot and sparks explode behind his eyes. His hips stutter as jet after jet of hot, pearly cum shoots out of his slit and onto your hands and his own stomach and thighs, painting everything in that pretty color.
He thought you’d stop.
He didn’t think you’d keep going.
But you did.
You keep moving your hands, removing one only to rub your palm against his tip to further stimulate his already oversensitive nerves. He was so sensitive from being edged for such a long time, and you weren’t giving him time to come down and recover.
You watch as he writhes on the chair, his abs contracting and his hips trying to move away, but wherever he goes your hands are already there; following.
"Fuuuck..." Matt groans, completely overwhelmed. "Stop—"
But you only giggle and keep going, growing wetter by the second as you listened to the pathetic sounds he was making. Matt Sturniolo, your soft dom boyfriend, whining like a bitch was a complete turn on and you can’t believe you haven’t tried this with him sooner.
"I- fucking hate you right now- G-god--!" Matt half-laughs, half groans, eyes squeezing shut as his body thrash and thighs try to close. He’s so close to coming again, due to the sensitivity still lingering from his first orgasm.
And he knows his second orgasm will ruin him.
"Please, baby, I’m gonna cum again if you keep..." He trails off, eyes rolling back for the nth time tonight.
But he immediately takes back his words when your hand begins to still. "W-wait—mmhn-ffuck—no- keep—ahn—keep going. Keep fucking going, please, I’m gonna--"
You don’t deny him his release this time, complying to his pleas and never stop moving your hands until his back is arching and hips lifting high off the chair, making a mess all over your hands and his own stomach again.
Matt feels lightheaded as he comes down from his high, his hands weakly gripping your wrists to stop your now gentle movements, too sensitive for even just slow strokes. "Jesus... I feel like I’m floating..." He chuckles breathlessly, slumping against the chair, legs feeling like jelly.
"Yeah?" You grin, utterly satisfied with yourself for making your boyfriend orgasm like that—twice, no less.
Matt nods, closing his eyes briefly as he breathes deeply, trying to even out his ragged breaths, before opening them again. His eyes are heavy-lidded and expression exhausted but satisfied as he gazes at you with such a soft expression you almost melt into the pillow you’re kneeling on top of.
He sees the look in your eyes and knows you’re turned on and probably so wet already, but he can’t really do much right now with his body feeling like it’s ten times heavier than usual.
"I’ll make you feel good, too," Matt murmurs, hand reaching out to gently cup your jaw, thumb brushing reverently against your skin.
Then continues with a more sheepish tone in his voice. "Just gimme a minute, sweetheart... I don’t think I can stand right now."
isa’s rambling ۶ৎ bellooo :p this isn’t really proofread since i’m like so sleepy rn. and i’m not fully back yet but i got sum motivation to write so i hope you guys enjoy this little slutty piece inspired by the post my pretty girl bee @mattsbeloved reblogged so let’s all thank her for getting me out of this slump even if it was temporary 😛
ⓘ 𝒔𝒎𝒖𝒕! ⋆ edging ⋆ toying with matt ⋆ back to back orgasms ⋆ loads of begging ⋆ overstimulation + more. «𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒑𝒐»
Matt’s thighs tremble as he holds back from bucking his hips up, his knuckles white as he clutches onto the towel under him like a lifeline. His brows are knitted together, jaw slack as he peers down at your hand pumping his cock slowly. The head of his dick is flushed an angry red, his thick, veiny shaft throbbing against your palm.
Sweat beads at his temples and brows, a thin sheen of sweat making his naked skin glisten in the dim lighting of his bedside lamp. His muscles are taut, flexing beneath his skin, as he struggles to fight back his orgasm that’s been denied from him for the past 20 minutes—or more.
He doesn’t even remember anymore.
"F-fuck-fuckfuck--" Matt chants brokenly when you suddenly change the pace of your strokes, twisting your wrist and squeezing whenever you reached his tip. His eyes roll back into his skull, leaving only the whites visible, as his head falls back against the wall behind him with a dull thud. "Please—mmhn—pleaseplease... I can’t--"
His hips chase your hand, thighs trembling, throaty moans slipping past his lips uncontrollably as he chases after that euphoric sensation.
But you’re not done with him yet, he finds out the hard way.
Matt’s moans turn into gasps then whimpers when you pull your hand away, his hips bucking a few times pathetically before he forces them back on the chair. His thighs don’t stop trembling though, and he looks at you with a pleading expression, his chest heaving with ragged breaths.
"Please...?" He begs, swallowing down his pride. "I’m so close..."
You two had an argument prior to this and you were already having a bad day so his attitude didn’t help at all. And when he finally apologized for acting like a dick when you were clearly stressed, you told him you’d only forgive him if he let you control his orgasm since he always does it to you.
That’s how he ended up in this position, and he’s been really damn good so far, making you wonder if he edges himself on the low and never told you he does.
"Yeah? You wanna cum?" You coo, smiling sweetly at your boyfriend who looks utterly wrecked, tears and all.
Matt nods quickly. "Please? I’ve been a g-good boy... Right?" His cheeks flush further at calling himself a good boy, the word foreign on his tongue in this kind of a setting. He’s used to calling Trevor or sometimes even his brothers good boy, but it’s never sexual—unlike now.
"You were good..." You hum, looking thoughtful for a second before your lips begin to curl at the corners with what looked like a sweet smile, but it made his cock twitch in excitement.
"Okay, then." You wrap your fingers around his base, slowly tugging upwards until you see a clear bead of precum form on his slit and slide down his head, making him shudder and groan.
"You can cum—but only after I count down from ten. ’Kay?"
Matt barely has time to nod before you start using both of your hands, twisting your wrists as you stroke him faster and faster. "O-oh my G-God--" He gasps sharply, his voice becoming high pitched as pleasure shoots up his spine, making his hips jerk.
"Ten..." You begin to count, your smile growing. "Keep your ass on the chair, Matthew."
He complies immediately, thighs tensing and shaking, a bead of sweat sliding down his abdomen as his stomach contracts and flutters. He’s barely holding on, jaw clenching so tightly it’s borderline painful. Nostrils flaring as he tries to breathe through it.
"Nine..." You drawl, purposely teasing the poor guy. "Eight..."
Your words begin to blur as his mind focuses completely on the feeling of your hand on him and the pleasure you’re giving him. His world narrows down to the tautness in his tummy, growing unbearable with each twist and tug.
By the time you’re on two, he’s shaking, his breaths coming out in gasps as he tries his best to hold back his impending orgasm. It’s so much harder to hold back when you’re counting, because his brain is sending signals to his body to just let go and reach that high it so desperately wants to reach.
You pull your hand away before you reach one, barely holding back your amusement as Matt makes a whiny, frustrated noise in the back of his throat. His teary, blue eyes lock onto yours and he immediately scowls at the sight of your mirth.
"Seriously? I’m—fuck—I’m here about to fucking cry and you’re laughing?" He sniffles, voice breaking, as he feels that warm, taut sensation in his tummy slowly fade. The continuous edging is really fucking with his brain and emotions now—and you can tell.
"Sorry," you chuckle, not sorry at all. "I won’t stop this time. I promise."
Matt’s eyes roll back briefly—eyelashes fluttering and all—when your hands begin to work him again, a choked moan leaving his now open mouth.
You can feel how slick you’ve become between your own legs, having grown wet from seeing your boyfriend look this fucked-out for the first time. You shift in your seat, trying to relieve the pressure as you continue to pump his poor, sensitive length.
The countdown is slower this time, and so are your hands. You don’t want him to reach that feeling too quickly. No, you’re going to save that until you’re close to one so you can really make him suffer. Not that you’d like to see your boyfriend suffer—well, maybe only in this circumstance since he looks so pathetically delicious.
Each pause between the numbers feels like hours to Matt. He’s trying, he really is, but he doesn’t know if he can hold back any longer. And he can feel his thoughts fading into a jumbled mess of want.
"One..." You finally drawl, your thumb brushing against the underside of his cockhead, making his breath catch sharply. "Hold it..."
Your hands start working again, so fast Matt feels his vision blur, his jaw going slack as he barely holds back, making those desperate sounds he can’t silence even if he tries. "Ah, ah, ah--! f-fuck—nghh-!"
Finally, you give him what he’s been craving for the past forty minutes. "Go on. Cum."
Matt’s eyes roll back in ecstasy as he finally lets go, cumming so hard he feels his vision spot and sparks explode behind his eyes. His hips stutter as jet after jet of hot, pearly cum shoots out of his slit and onto your hands and his own stomach and thighs, painting everything in that pretty color.
He thought you’d stop.
He didn’t think you’d keep going.
But you did.
You keep moving your hands, removing one only to rub your palm against his tip to further stimulate his already oversensitive nerves. He was so sensitive from being edged for such a long time, and you weren’t giving him time to come down and recover.
You watch as he writhes on the chair, his abs contracting and his hips trying to move away, but wherever he goes your hands are already there; following.
"Fuuuck..." Matt groans, completely overwhelmed. "Stop—"
But you only giggle and keep going, growing wetter by the second as you listened to the pathetic sounds he was making. Matt Sturniolo, your soft dom boyfriend, whining like a bitch was a complete turn on and you can’t believe you haven’t tried this with him sooner.
"I- fucking hate you right now- G-god--!" Matt half-laughs, half groans, eyes squeezing shut as his body thrash and thighs try to close. He’s so close to coming again, due to the sensitivity still lingering from his first orgasm.
And he knows his second orgasm will ruin him.
"Please, baby, I’m gonna cum again if you keep..." He trails off, eyes rolling back for the nth time tonight.
But he immediately takes back his words when your hand begins to still. "W-wait—mmhn-ffuck—no- keep—ahn—keep going. Keep fucking going, please, I’m gonna--"
You don’t deny him his release this time, complying to his pleas and never stop moving your hands until his back is arching and hips lifting high off the chair, making a mess all over your hands and his own stomach again.
Matt feels lightheaded as he comes down from his high, his hands weakly gripping your wrists to stop your now gentle movements, too sensitive for even just slow strokes. "Jesus... I feel like I’m floating..." He chuckles breathlessly, slumping against the chair, legs feeling like jelly.
"Yeah?" You grin, utterly satisfied with yourself for making your boyfriend orgasm like that—twice, no less.
Matt nods, closing his eyes briefly as he breathes deeply, trying to even out his ragged breaths, before opening them again. His eyes are heavy-lidded and expression exhausted but satisfied as he gazes at you with such a soft expression you almost melt into the pillow you’re kneeling on top of.
He sees the look in your eyes and knows you’re turned on and probably so wet already, but he can’t really do much right now with his body feeling like it’s ten times heavier than usual.
"I’ll make you feel good, too," Matt murmurs, hand reaching out to gently cup your jaw, thumb brushing reverently against your skin.
Then continues with a more sheepish tone in his voice. "Just gimme a minute, sweetheart... I don’t think I can stand right now."
isa’s rambling ۶ৎ bellooo :p this isn’t really proofread since i’m like so sleepy rn. and i’m not fully back yet but i got sum motivation to write so i hope you guys enjoy this little slutty piece inspired by the post my pretty girl bee @mattsbeloved reblogged so let’s all thank her for getting me out of this slump even if it was temporary 😛
𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: this series will include too much sexual tension, humourous scenes, and filthy smut.
𝑷𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈: brother’s bsf!matt x reader
𝑨𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓’𝒔 𝑵𝒐𝒕𝒆: who missed brother’s bsf!matt??? i know i did 😛 i was already planning to bring him back since last year buuut i had writer’s block and barely any motivation. i’m so happy to bring him back now tho, and i’m gonna try to make the chapters looong since i plan on making only 6 parts (just ’cause i made the layouts of 6 of the chapters only and i’m too lazy to do more).
𝑲𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝑰𝒏 𝑴𝒊𝒏𝒅: english is not my first language! credit goes to the individual who created brother’s bsf!matt first. dividers by me.
𝑺𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚: it’s hard to listen to your brother and not get involved with his best friend more than necessary—especially when said friend is a total heartthrob and the most funny and charming and cute guy you’ve ever met. so how hard is it really to keep a relationship purely platonic between a guy and his best friend’s little sister? pretty damn hard—literally.
𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: this series will include too much sexual tension, humourous scenes, and filthy smut.
𝑷𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈: brother’s bsf!matt x reader
𝑨𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓’𝒔 𝑵𝒐𝒕𝒆: who missed brother’s bsf!matt??? i know i did 😛 i was already planning to bring him back since last year buuut i had writer’s block and barely any motivation. i’m so happy to bring him back now tho, and i’m gonna try to make the chapters looong since i plan on making only 6 parts (just ’cause i made the layouts of 6 of the chapters only and i’m too lazy to do more).
𝑲𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝑰𝒏 𝑴𝒊𝒏𝒅: english is not my first language! credit goes to the individual who created brother’s bsf!matt first. dividers by me.
𝑺𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚: it’s hard to listen to your brother and not get involved with his best friend more than necessary—especially when said friend is a total heartthrob and the most funny and charming and cute guy you’ve ever met. so how hard is it really to keep a relationship purely platonic between a guy and his best friend’s little sister? pretty damn hard—literally.
𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: this series will include too much sexual tension, humourous scenes, and filthy smut.
𝑷𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈: brother’s bsf!matt x reader
𝑨𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓’𝒔 𝑵𝒐𝒕𝒆: who missed brother’s bsf!matt??? i know i did 😛 i was already planning to bring him back since last year buuut i had writer’s block and barely any motivation. i’m so happy to bring him back now tho, and i’m gonna try to make the chapters looong since i plan on making only 6 parts (just ’cause i made the layouts of 6 of the chapters only and i’m too lazy to do more).
𝑲𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝑰𝒏 𝑴𝒊𝒏𝒅: english is not my first language! credit goes to the individual who created brother’s bsf!matt first. dividers by me.
𝑺𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚: it’s hard to listen to your brother and not get involved with his best friend more than necessary—especially when said friend is a total heartthrob and the most funny and charming and cute guy you’ve ever met. so how hard is it really to keep a relationship purely platonic between a guy and his best friend’s little sister? pretty damn hard—literally.
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