. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ BSF!MATT WALKS IN ON YOU MASTRUBATING ࿐ྂ
soft moans and pants leave your mouth, your fingers are buried deep inside your cunt, sloppily pumping in and out.
your body is arched into your own touch, hips bucking up as your unoccupied hand shakingly holds your phone, a random porn video playing.
you’re normally never the one to go to the infamous orange black site, but today was different, you were craving release, so before you knew your fingers were flying over your keyboard.
you fasten your pace, moaning softly as you grip the phone more tightly.
and just then, a familiar sound was heard. footsteps, ones you recognise immediately, followed by an excited voice.
“surprise—“
his voice gets cut off immediately as he stands there, shocked, in your doorway. your best friend matt.
you gasp, you want to stop your movements, but somehow you can’t, and it makes matt’s brows raise higher.
“are you- shit i-“ he stumbles over his words as he stares at you, completely mesmerised.
you let out a moan, eyes focused on his. he swallows hard, continuering to clumsily explain.
“uh i was yknow, in the neighbourhood… im- im sorry i shouldn’t..”
but he trails off on his own, eyes fixated on your needy body, licking his lips unconsciously.
“i uh… i should go…” he whispers, but it doesn’t sound convincing at all. you whimper, your voice soft and breathy.
“matt…”
and that’s all i took, before you knew it matt’s fingers were inside your pussy as he watched your face confront in pleasure.
“mmpfh- oh shit..”
you moan, squeezing your eyes shut and bucking your hips up like a needy puppy.
matt lets out a low groan in response, his other hand absently goes down to squeeze his bulge softly, just once.
he lets go of his bulge and picks up your phone, the porn video embarrassingly still playing. he hums, almost satisfied as he watches the actors on the screen, his fingers still pumping in and out of you.
“fuck… i didnt know you were into this kinda stuff…”
he whispers roughly. you whine in response, weak hands trying to snatch your phone back, but they crumble as you feel him hitting even deeper inside of you.
matts amused smile is focused on your phone, while casually fingering you, like it’s something he does every day.
“god this is filthy.. you like being a filthy girl huh?”
he growls under his breath, eyes glimmering with arousal as he watches the video you were previously watching.
he glances at you, turning over the screen so you can acknowledge the horny video you were watching a moment ago.
he raises a brow.
“y’know, we can make this reality if you’d like?”
you let out a groan combined with a moan, your brows furrowed in both annoyance and arousal.
“never say corny shit like that again..”
matt chuckles in response, before pressing a kiss on your jawline and fastening the pace of his fingers.
a/n okay okay don’t come for me i also have no clue why he randomly broke into the house… atleast you guys have a short blurb.. 😔
warnings; established relationship. softdom!matt x sub!reader. praise. beard.. kink?(not a clue). pet names(sweetheart, baby, sweet girl)
dividers by @bernardsbendystraws
You were squirming before Matt even touched you.
It had been weeks since he stopped shaving, letting the scruff along his jaw grow into something fuller. More defined. Dark and just long enough that every time he spoke close to your ear, it sent a full-body shiver through you. And tonight, when he walked through the front door wearing the most insanely dilf outfit you’d seen him in WITH his beard long like that, you’d LOST it.
You practically cornered him in the hallway, voice low and desperate. “Matt…”
His brows lifted in amusement, tilting his head. “Yeah baby?”
Your fingers curled into the hem of his shirt, breath catching. “I need you— please jus-jus need you so bad.”
He grinned, slow and devastating. “That what you’ve been thinkin’ about all day, sweetheart? Thank you for askin’ so nicely.”
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That’s how you ended up like this—flat on your back in your shared bed, thighs spread, your boyfriend sliding down between them, a smirk tugging at his lips and his hands gripping your hips like you’re the only thing that’s keeping him in place.
“You’re shaking already,” Matt teased, beard scratching softly against the inside of your thigh as he kissed his way up. “So needy, huh?”
You whined, trying to press your hips closer, but his grip held you steady.
“Be patient, sweet girl.” He glanced up at you, voice lower. “Wan’ take my time with you.”
The first drag of his tongue was slow, his beard scratching gently against your soft skin, every movement of his mouth sending sparks of pleasure straight to your core. You moaned, back arching, and his hands tightened on your hips, keeping you in place.
“G-God,” you gasped. “F-feel’s so good. Y-your beard feels—nghhh— so good”, you manage out.
Matt chuckled against you, the vibrations making you clench around nothing. “Yeah? Wan know sumthin baby? Been growin’ it out just for you.” His voice was gravelly, low with hunger. “Wanted to see how crazy I could make you get, I know how much y’love it.”
He buried his face deeper, tongue working you with expert rhythm, switching between soft licks and firm pressure. He was relentless—lapping you up like he was starving, beard brushing perfectly with each motion until you were trembling under his touch.
“Pussy tastes so good, sweetheart,” he murmured against your folds. “Could stay here all night.”
Your hands flew to his hair, fingers threading through his curls, tugging just enough to make him groan into you—and that sound sent you spiraling. The pressure built fast and sharp, and you whimpered his name like a prayer.
“Matt—please, I’m so close—”
His eyes met yours from between your legs, dark and intense. “Cum on my tongue, baby. Been so so good for me.”
It was all you needed.
Your orgasm crashed over you in waves, thighs shaking, cries spilling from your lips as Matt held you down and kept licking, dragging it out until you were nearly sobbing from overstimulation.
Only then did he finally slow down, pressing one last kiss to your thigh before crawling back up your body. His beard was glistening, lips swollen, and the proud, cocky look on his face made your head spin.
“Think I’ll keep it a while,” he murmured, thumb brushing your cheek as he kissed you. “Seems t’really benefit me too, hm?”
requested by @ellssturn <33
beard Matt come home please, my ovaries miss you 😔😔
if they love us they broke all their razors in half and made a pact to never shave again
matt’s bare chest was pressed into your back as he held you against his body—your own bare skin clinging to him.
you were completely naked—your body fit snugly between matt’s legs as he held you to him. his legs wrapped around your own to keep you spread wide open for him—one arm wrapped around your middle as the other was between your legs, slowly running his fingers along your wet cunt.
“y’so warm baby.” he murmured, his mouth brushing your neck—the beard he let grow out dragging up the column of your throat. “you always get like this when I touch you.” his words ghosted along your flushed skin, and he was right.
his fingers moved slow—so slow—gliding right along your soaked slit—you could feel the way you throbbed and clenched around nothing. he was teasing you, and you knew that. with how his fingers applied not nearly enough pressure—you started growing frustrated with his acts, but god it still felt good.
“matt.” you whined, your hips twitching. your thighs kept trying to close in their own but couldn’t—not when he had them caged open with his own. “please.” you begged, your hips now trying to buck up against his hand to rub yourself against his fingers.
matt grinned against your neck, pressing a wet kiss right where his lips were at. he let himself drag his face along your skin until he reached your ear, his breath warm against it. “please what, baby?” he whispered, and you could feel the way your body shivered.
“touch me. please—need it…” god your voice sounded pathetic—all whiny and breathless. but oh did matt love it. he loved the way you became like putty in his hands when he touched you right, or whispered the right things into your ears. it was like your body thought before your brain sometimes.
“here?” he asked, dragging his hand up and letting his hand tease little circles around your clit before dipping lower again—making you gasp at the quick contact.
you nodded, breathless. you couldn’t help the way your brain practically melted at that little bit of friction. like your brain short circuited when you finally got a little of what you wanted.
matt smiled, letting his tongue poke out to swipe along your sweaty skin, nipping the flesh lightly. “mm not yet baby. not till you beg for it like you really want it.” he was taunting you—mocking you. he knew how bad you wanted him to touch you, but instead he waned to play games.
his fingers moved again, so close to your swollen and puffy clit, but not quite there—it was the light, teasing passes up and down your folds that made you writhe in his hold. every brush of his fingers made your body begin to bow away from him, quickly turning your body more sensitive from all the teasing. but his arm just locked tighter around your middle to keep you pinned.
“matt please!” you gasped, your voice breaking when he finally—finally—brushed his fingers right over your clit again.
“ohhh, there, huh?” he chuckled low at your reaction, dragging his beard up along your jaw now, nuzzling into you while his fingers circled directly on your clit now. “right here, baby? that what you wanted?”
you nodded desperately, whining as your body shook. “yes—yes, right there—oh.” it felt so good—too good. and he kept rubbing just like that. not faster or harder. just the same slow, steady rhythm—pressing down a little more when he felt your legs jerk in his hold.
“look at you squirm.” he groaned, his voice all warm and so proud. “feelin’ good, sweet girl?” he asked, biting his lip and moving his head away from your neck just a little to catch a glimpse of his soaked fingers between your legs.
“y-yeah—!” you moaned, letting your eyes roll back as your head slumped against his shoulder. matt chuckled again, bringing his face back down to pepper kisses along your skin more. making sure to leave a few dark marks behind. “mhm. I know you are. drippin’ all over my fingers.”
your body trembled, legs shaking against his. you were getting too close too fast—your clit throbbing and chest heaving. every little movement of his fingers were making your body twitch more and more. like one particular pass sent a shock through you every time.
your hands went to reach for the one between your legs, gripping his wrist as trying to tug it away. “m-matt—wait, I—” your words were stammered, coming out in broken little syllables. you couldn’t focus on anything except the overwhelming sensation of his fingers in your clit.
“uh-uh.” he said, shushing you with a kiss to your cheek. “you’re takin’ it. said you could, remember?” his words made you nod, remembering now that you did in fact say that. and so with that he held you tighter, bringing his head back to to kiss your neck again, and never once did he stop the slow torture on your clit.
he noticed the way your body began to slowly tense up, your stomach muscles beginning to flex a little more than normal. and the way you were soaking his fingers?—he could tell that you were close. probably right on the edge—but you were waiting for something. or rather someone.
matt smirked, letting his arm that was around your middle leave so he could bring his other hand up to your tits. he gave the left one a squeeze before letting the pads of his fingers pinch your hardened nub. you gasped, hips rutting down against his hand.
“gonna cum for me, baby?” he whispered to you, his chin now resting on your shoulder to watch what he was doing to you. “y’gonna make a mess all over my hand?” and you sobbed—nodding your head in response. your body strained from the overstimulation, but unable to stop it.
matt groaned again, his eyes watching the way your hips ground against his hand—desperately wanting to cum. your body was so tense, it felt like you were about to snap. so he turned his head slightly, letting his teeth nip your neck again. you could feel the way his beard ran along you once more, the feeling making you moan.
“c’mon then sweetheart, go on. let go f’me.” was the last thing you heard before your eyes rolled back again and you came with a cry. your hips jolting and body shaking—and matt held you right through it. humming praises in your ear that you didn’t even hear. and dragging his beard down your shoulder as you gasped for air.
his fingers didn’t stop though after you finally caught your breath.
didn’t even pause.
it took your brain a moment to catch up to what your body was feeling. but when you did? you were squirming even more. “mm-mm. you said you could take it.” he teased, his nose nudging under your jaw. “one more, baby. one more just like that. know you can do it.”
you sobbed out a little breath and tried to close your legs—but he just held them open and kept rubbing. just the same slow circles on your now overly sensitive clit.
“such a good fuckin’ girl.” he whispered, his own voice sounding fucked out just as much as your own. though—you didn’t notice the wet patch that had grown under you from matt’s own release.
“y’gonna cum again, aren’t you? yeah, you are. c’mon, pretty—give it to me.”
imagine riding matt’s face when he has his stubble! you’d be able to feel it rubbing against the inside of your thighs which only turns you on more and your hands would grip his hair tighter as your hips pick up the pace, his hands immediately grasping your thighs harder and pulling you closer to his mouth as he devours you <3
