in which: matt fucks you so good that afterwards you can’t even walk straight.
contains: : rough sex, pet names (baby, sweet girl), wrist pinning, wet neck kisses, teasing, soft degradation, big dick!matt, dirty talk, orgasm control, creampie, aftercare + aftercare teasing
The moment Matt had you under him, your wrists pinned above your head against the mattress, you knew you weren’t getting away with anything soft tonight. His weight pressed you down, keeping you still, his breath warm against your neck as his lips trailed slow, wet kisses over the sensitive skin.
“Sweet girl…” he murmured, his voice a low rasp that made your thighs tremble. “You always look so fuckin’ desperate when I touch you.” His hips rolled against yours, his cock hard through his sweats, rubbing right where you needed him.
You whined, arching, trying to chase the friction, but his hand tightened around your wrists, pinning them harder into the sheets. “Ah, ah,” he whispered against your ear, teeth grazing your skin, “don’t be greedy, baby. You take what I give you.”
Your protest melted into a moan when he rocked his hips forward, his cock already heavy and leaking against your thigh. He groaned at the contact, then lined himself up, pushing into you in one steady, devastating thrust. He pulled out slow, then slammed back in harder, the bed frame rattling under his rhythm.
You tried to speak, but all that came out was a broken whimper, your nails digging into the sheets above your pinned wrists. He watched your face closely, smirk tugging at his lips again when your mouth fell open.
“That’s it,” he murmured, thrusting slow and deep, his voice husky against your ear. “Take it, sweet girl. Take all of me.”
His rhythm built, each snap of his hips harder, deeper, until the bedframe creaked against the wall. Your legs trembled around him, the drag of his cock too much, hitting too deep, stretching you wide open.
“You hear yourself?” he breathed, grinning when your moans spilled louder, needier. “So fuckin’ loud for me. Can’t even help it, can you?”
Your head fell back against the pillow, but his mouth was there instantly, hot and wet against your throat. He kissed, sucked, bit—leaving marks he knew you’d feel later. Every time you squirmed, his hand on your wrists pressed harder, keeping you still.
“You’re not going anywhere,” he whispered darkly, his hips slamming into yours. “I’ve got you. Gonna fuck you until you can’t stand up straight.”
Your climax ripped through you hard, your body clenching around him, thighs shaking. Matt groaned at the tightness, his thrusts faltering before he buried himself deep, spilling inside you with a sharp curse into your neck.
He stayed there for a long moment, chest heaving, lips brushing your ear. “You’re so fucked, baby,” he rasped. “You’re not walking normal for the rest of the night.”
You took a shuddering breath, still pinned beneath him, and then—unexpectedly—he pressed the softest kiss to your forehead. You blinked at him, startled by the sudden sweetness. Moments ago he had you writhing and begging, and now he was looking at you like you were breakable.
Matt finally let go of your wrists, his hand immediately smoothing over the skin he’d been holding down so tightly. “Did I hold you too hard?” he asked quietly, his voice stripped of that smug edge, replaced with something softer.
You shook your head, still catching your breath. “No… it’s okay. I—I liked it.”
He smirked just slightly at that, but didn’t push. Instead, he shifted off you carefully, dragging you into his chest. His big hands rubbed slow circles along your back, grounding you while your legs trembled against him. He murmured against your hair, “You did so good for me, sweet girl. Took me so well.”
For a while, you just laid there in the quiet, his lips brushing your temple, his hand tracing lazy patterns on your skin until your body finally stopped shaking.
Eventually, you both got up to get dressed. Matt tugged his sweatpants back on easily, but when you tried to stand, your knees nearly gave out. You grabbed the dresser for balance, muttering, “Oh my god…” under your breath.
Matt caught the sound, and when you turned, he was already grinning at you, eyes bright with mischief. “What’s the matter, baby?” he asked, voice low and teasing. “Can’t walk in a straight line?”
You shot him a look, pulling your underwear on with wobbly legs. “This is your fault.”
He leaned against the wall, arms crossed, watching you struggle with way too much satisfaction. “Yeah,” he said easily, that cocky smirk tugging at his mouth. “I know.”
When you finally managed to pull your top over your head, he walked over, steadying you with a hand on your hip. “C’mere,” he murmured, softer this time, brushing a kiss over your cheek. “You look too good stumbling around like that. Makes me wanna ruin you all over again.”
You swatted his chest, heat rising to your cheeks, but he only laughed, ego obviously boosted, proud of the way you could barely walk straight after what he’d just done.
E/N: this is my first story (credits to someone I forgot their user)
