i wanna give a little warning before the next part of the smau actually gets posted
im finally takin it in the direction it was meant to be taken in, in the sense that it’s less humor and more interactions between and about matt and amelie, with a hint here and there of humor and other stuff, i hope u enjoy regardless <3
i found frat chris x shy reader and the excitement i felt when i saw the prompts because i thought there would be like 7-9 but theres literally an entire book i love life
really appreciative you’re liking the pairing !! i can’t even count how much asks and prompts there are written for them phew good luck
a/n: much asked for... kinda long awaited :3 hope this meets everybodys expectations or succeeds them! (i also answer asks about this au when i get them... btw... for those that ask more parts so much...)
a/n: much asked for... kinda long awaited :3 hope this meets everybodys expectations or succeeds them! (i also answer asks about this au when i get them... btw... for those that ask more parts so much...)
hi everyone. just here to address the elephant in the room. manon is not involved in the next katseye ep because it releases in august, which als happens to be my birthday month. we remain very committed to each other and she opted out. thanks for understanding.
in which — art major!matt needs a model for his art final and best friend!reader is his perfect muse.
warnings: sub!matt, unprotected pnv, mutual masturbation, descriptions of a naked body, resolved sexual tension.
you and matt have been friends since freshman year of college. you’ve always been pretty close, so when matt mentioned that he needed a model for his art final, you offered yourself up without hesitation. it surprised both of you, considering that you can be a bit shy at times. you almost backed out when he mentioned that you’d have to be nude, but the idea of him staring at another girl naked for hours made an unusual jealousy swirl low in your gut.
now you’re standing in his bathroom, a silk robe adorning your otherwise bare body. you run your fingers through your hair before taking a shaky breath and opening the door. matt is already sitting at his easel, turned to face the couch in front of him. his eyes widen slightly as you emerge from the bathroom, the silk robe clinging to your curves in a way that makes his artist's mind race with possibilities. he swallows hard, trying to maintain a professional composure despite the sudden arousal he feels.
“just...sit on the couch. i'll start with some sketches." he avoids eye contact initially, focusing instead on his sketchpad. "you can drop the robe whenever you're ready."
your fingers tremble as you untie the robe, slowly letting it slide down your arms. your cheeks flush despite the cool air brushing over your skin, your eyes flicking up to his nervously as you bare yourself in front of him. his pencil stills on the paper the moment the silk slips away, leaving you exposed. his eyes immediately lift, tracing the lines of your body with an intense, appreciative gaze that he can't quite suppress. he sees the flush on your cheeks and the nervous flicker of your eyes, forcing himself to remember that this is for art, not pleasure.
"breathe." he reminds you gently, his voice slightly raspier than before. “you look...absolutely stunning, okay? just relax."
you nod, taking a step back and sitting on the couch. your breath catches in your chest as his eyes trace the lines of your body, lingering on your breasts for a moment too long. he quickly averts his gaze back to his sketchpad, but not before you catch him biting his lip. his pencil moves now, capturing the curve of your shoulders, the slope of your waist, the way your thighs press together. he risks another look, longer this time, his eyes lingering on your chest before trailing lower.
"can you...maybe stretch out a bit? lie back, one leg slightly bent." his voice is strained, trying desperately to sound clinical while his pulse throbs in his ears. you turn your body to lie down, your back arching naturally as you bend one leg up. you stretch your arms up above your head, the position a bit more sensual than you intended. your embarrassment quickly fades as you hear matt suck in a sharp breath. his hand freezes on the sketchpad, his throat going dry. the sight of you makes his stomach tighten with pure, unadulterated lust. completely nude, one leg bent, arms above your head, your body forming the most tempting curve he's ever seen. he can feel his cock stirring in his sweatpants, betraying him completely.
"perfect." he mutters, the word coming out as a strained whisper. "just...stay like that."
your eyes flutter shut at the deep timbre of his voice, the sound washing over you like a warm blanket. you can feel his gaze on your body like a physical touch, your chest rising and falling a bit faster than before. matt can't take his eyes off you, the way your skin glows in the soft lighting, the gentle rise and fall of your chest, the delicate curve of your collarbone. his pencil moves automatically, capturing every detail with a feverish intensity. but his mind is no longer on art, it's consumed with thoughts of how soft your skin would feel under his fingertips, how you'd react if he trailed his fingers down your stomach...
he shifts in his seat subtly, trying to discreetly adjust himself without you noticing. you notice, though, watching as he squirms in his chair. his hips twitch forward the tiniest bit and you get a glimpse of the straining erection in his sweatpants.
“matt?” you ask softly, almost breathlessly. his eyes snap up from the sketchpad, locking onto yours. he sees the way you're looking at him, your gaze flicking down to his lap and back up to his face. he knows you've seen it. his hard-on is obvious even through the loose fabric of his sweatpants. he bites his lip, unsure of what to say, his cheeks tinting a faint shade of pink. “yeah?"
“are you hard right now?” you can’t help the way the corner of your mouth lifts, a soft heat pooling low in your belly. his eyes widen slightly at the direct question, his throat bobbing as he swallows hard. that small smile on your face is his undoing. the playful lift of your lip, the way your breathing has quickened, the obvious interest in your eyes. he can't lie, not anymore. not with you sprawled out naked on his couch, asking him so innocently while clearly enjoying his reaction.
"yes." the admission comes out as a rough whisper. “i'm so fucking hard right now."
“why don’t you take a break from drawing and…fix it?” you suggest, your eyes transfixed on the sizable bulge. he stares at you for a beat, disbelief and raw want warring in his expression. his fingers tremble slightly against the sketchpad before he drops his hand, the pencil rolling onto the floor. he doesn't break eye contact as his hands move to the waistband of his sweatpants, tugging them down just enough to free his aching erection. the thick length springs free, already glistening at the tip, flushed deep and throbbing.
your breath catches in your chest at the sight of him, your thighs squeezing together subconsciously. he’s so eager, his eyes already drinking you in like he can’t get enough. he wraps his fingers around his shaft, letting out a low whine as he strokes himself slowly. it’s more for your benefit than his own. his gaze never leaves your body, watching the way your thighs press together, the way your nipples have hardened under his gaze. he squeezes himself, a bead of precum glistening at his tip.
"that pose..." his voice comes out strained, almost pained. “i wanted to draw every inch of you, but all i could think about was touching." his hand pumps a little faster.
your fingers twitch against the couch before you slowly trail one hand down your body. you stop at your breast, circling your nipple before sliding down your stomach. “keep looking at me, matt.”
his breath hitches as he watches your hand move, his strokes mirroring the pace of your touch. his eyes are glued to the path of your fingers, from your breast to your stomach. when you pause at your hip, he swallows hard, his grip tightening around his shaft.
“fuck..." he whimpers softly, his hips starting to thrust involuntarily into his fist as he watches you tease yourself. “touch yourself... please." he begs, his voice breaking with desperation. you spread your thighs the tiniest bit, letting your fingers swipe through your wet folds.
“like this? this is what you want?” you tease. his eyes widen, his breath coming out in short, sharp gasps as he watches your fingers disappear between your thighs. he can't see much from this angle, and it's torturing him, making him want to throw himself at you just to get a better view. his strokes become frantic, his hips bucking into his fist as he imagines what you're doing down there.
"let me see..." he pants, his voice thick with need. "please.”
you shift your position, sitting up and facing him. you spread your thighs tantalizingly slow, letting him get a glimpse of you before your fingers slide between your folds again. you moan softly as you circle your clit slowly. his jaw actually drops, his hand freezing on his cock. seeing your fingers work over your slick, swollen clit is the most erotic thing he's ever witnessed. he groans deeply, his hips bucking into his grip as he resumes stroking himself, matching the slow rhythm of your fingers.
"jesus...fuck." he practically whines, his eyes locked unblinking on your pussy. you watch as his hips buck up desperately, fucking his cock into his fist. you stop your movements, standing up abruptly and walking up to him. he looks up at you with those big blue eyes, his pupils blown wide. you straddle his lap, your hands finding his shoulders for balance. his hands fly to your hips instinctively, gripping tightly. his dick is trapped between your bodies, throbbing against your stomach as he pants heavily,
“what...what are you doing?" he asks breathlessly, even as his hips give a little twitch against you.
“wanna feel you…is that okay?” you whisper, one of your hands tracing over his stubbled jaw. he leans into your touch instantly, his stubble scratching softly against your fingertips as he turns his head to press a kiss into your palm. the raw adoration and desperation in his eyes make his answer clear before he even speaks. his grip on your hips tightens, grounding you against him.
"yes." he breathes out, his voice wrecked. "god, yes. i want you so bad." he bucks his hips up slightly, his hard cock pressing flush against your wet heat. “ride me. please."
you run your fingers through his hair, brushing it out of his eyes. “so sweet.” you murmur softly, your hand wrapping around his length to slide the head through your wetness. he lets out a broken whimper at the sensation, his head falling back against the chair as his fingers dig bruisingly into your hips. the feeling is absolute torture, the slick, wet heat making his hips buck upward involuntarily, desperate for friction.
"fuck..." he gasps, his eyes fluttering shut. "please, don't tease...just take it." he pleads, his voice cracking with need. “sit on it."
you let out a soft breath at his needy words, gasping softly as the tip of his cock presses against your entrance.
“open your eyes, matt. look at me.” you murmur, slowly sinking down just an inch. his eyes fly open, locking onto yours. his whole body shudders, a broken moan escaping his lips as he feels how tight and wet you are wrapped around just his tip. his fingers tremble on your hips, desperate to guide you down but forcing himself to wait and let you set the pace. his jaw is clenched tight, sweat beading at his temple.
"you're—fuck, you're so tight." he chokes out, his gaze never wavering from yours. your belly flutters wildly, the stretch of him inside you mixed with his sounds is almost enough for you to come undone. you press your forehead against his, lowering your hips until he’s buried to the hilt. matt lets out a guttural sound somewhere between a moan and a whimper, his head falling forward to rest against your chest. your tight heat engulfs him completely, making his eyes roll back as he struggles not to thrust up wildly.
"holy shit..." he pants against your skin, his hands moving to grip your ass. "you feel amazing."
“matt…you’re so big.” you pant softly, your head dropping against his shoulder as you start to rock your hips. he lets out a choked groan at the compliment, his head lolling back against the chair as the feeling overwhelms him. the friction is incredible, your wet walls gripping him tightly with every movement. his hands flex on your ass, guiding your motions, helping you find a rhythm.
"take it...fuck, take all of it." he whines, his hips beginning to thrust upward to meet your movements, driving himself deeper inside you. "you're so perfect."
you can’t help the desperate whimper that slips from between your parted lips as he hits a spot inside you that makes your legs shake. you grip his jaw softly, guiding his lips to yours. he doesn't hesitate, his mouth crashing against yours hungrily as you kiss him. his tongue slides past your lips, tasting you desperately while his hips continue their erratic thrusts. one hand leaves your ass to tangle in your hair, holding you in place as he deepens the kiss. a particularly hard snap of his hips makes him hit that same spot, and you both moan into each other's mouths.
"there?" he gasps between kisses. you hum a soft confirmation, nipping at his bottom lip before tugging it between your teeth. your walls start to flutter around his cock, that familiar tightness building in your belly. matt breaks the kiss with a desperate cry, burying his face in your neck as his thrusts become frantic and uncoordinated.
"fuck, you're gonna make me—hah…“ he pants out, his hips slamming upward with each word, chasing that perfect spot inside you. "’m so close.” his voice cracks, his balls drawing up tight. your head drops to rest against his shoulder, your hips rocking into his with every thrust.
“me too, baby. cum with me.” you whisper breathlessly. that's all it takes for matt. the soft pet name, the feel of you grinding down on his cock as your walls flutter harder around him. he buries his face deeper into your neck, his teeth scraping against your pulse point as his hips stutter and buck underneath you.
“i'm—" he chokes out, his whole body tensing violently. his cock throbs inside you as he comes with a broken sob, spilling deep inside you while his hips thrust erratically through his orgasm. "fuck...fuck..."
his orgasm triggers your own, your climax hitting like a tidal wave. your pussy is clenching and pulsing around his still-throbbing cock as you bury your face into his shoulder. your legs shake uncontrollably, threatening to give out as wave after wave of pleasure crashes through you. he holds you up effortlessly, his arms wrapped tightly around your waist as he continues to grind upward, chasing every last spasm.
both of your bodies practically go limp, completely wrapped up in each other as his cock slowly starts to soften inside you. you’re both panting, your hands running through his hair as his trace circles on your lower back. he stays buried inside you for a long moment, just holding you close and nuzzling into your neck as your breathing slowly returns to normal. his fingers start draw soothing patterns on your back, his hands occasionally dipping down to squeeze your ass gently. when he finally pulls back, his softening dick slips out of you with a quiet pop, followed by a trickle of his release running down your inner thigh.
“that was…wow." he says softly, cupping your face gently and pressing a slow, lazy kiss to your lips. you can’t help but laugh at his brainless revelation.
“you have such a way with words…you sure you’re not an english major?” you tease. a goofy, unguarded grin spreads across his face at your joke, making him look even more adorably wrecked. his cheeks flush slightly as he chuckles, ducking his head to hide his embarrassment against your collarbone.
“shut up," he mumbles, but there's no conviction behind it. just pure happiness. his arms tighten around you, not wanting to let go. “you’re mean." he pouts softly, pressing lazy kisses along your shoulder.
“so…you gonna finish the drawing now?” you ask with a cheeky grin. he groans loudly, dropping his forehead against your collarbone in sheer defeat. the thought of picking up a pencil right now is laughable.
"absolutely not." he mumbles into your skin, his arms wrapping tighter around your waist to keep you anchored on his lap. he lifts his head, grinning crookedly. “i think i prefer the live model over the sketch anyway."
ro speaks — hi guys this was based on an ask that i got and i accidentally deleted it so if that was you, HERE YOU GO SHAWTY! thank u for inspiring me xx
