cloud 9
matthew rides out two kinds of highs in alfred's garden.
Matthew Williams x State!F!Reader
part 2 of partyboy!
18+ only. MDNI!
CW: use of drugs (weed and alcohol); dry humping; heavy petting; praise; some dom behavior
“Francis, have you seen Mattie anywhere?” Arthur stands in the kitchen, a beer in his hand.
The Frenchman shakes his head and takes a sip of his wine. “Non. He’s probably hiding somewhere quiet. He’ll show up eventually.”
The kitchen features a large bay window overlooking the garden. Unbeknownst to them, just a few feet behind a well-manicured hedge, Matthew is seated on a quaint bench with you perched in his lap. His mind hums with a pleasant buzz from the hit he just took. The blunt sits between your pointer and middle finger. You hold it to his lips and coo as he inhales.
“Such a good boy for me,” you murmur, brushing a hand through his sandy locks. His whines are almost as soft as his hair.
“Yes, just for you,” he echoes, pressing kisses along the nape of your neck. You hum, tilting your head back to give him more access to your skin.
You lean back and take your own hit. The change in position causes you to press against the growing bulge in Matthew’s pants. He lets out a choked groan. His hands wind their way beneath the short hem of your dress. They play with your lacy pantyline and grip harshly at the meat of your ass.
You take a deep inhale and pull his mouth to yours, catching his lips in a messy kiss. You grind your clothed cunt against him. He gasps, inhaling the smoke from your mouth. One hand wraps around the base of your neck, holding you close to him. He begins to move his hips in slow, undulating motions. The tightness of his pants are almost too much to bear but he doesn't dare stop the pleasure to undo them.
You put down the joint, still smoking, on the bench seat next to you and begin to work at the buttons of his shirt—his sweater long forgotten in the evening’s summer heat. Three buttons pop open, just enough for you to greedily feel the skin of his chest and the muscles that ripple under the skin.
He breaks the kiss just to travel back down to your neck, nipping and kissing as he goes.
“Mattie!” You whine. You tug on his hair as he sucks on a particularly sensitive section of your neck. He lets out a throaty groan. He sucks harder. The combination of pain and pleasure are almost too much to bear.
Finally, he pulls back and admires his work. A hickey blooms on your skin. A grin, almost cocky, spreads across his face.
“Sorry, you just taste too damn good.” He lets out a small, shy laugh.
“Can’t be as good as you,” you murmur, peppering his face with kisses. You start at his mouth and travel down his jaw. You lick along the length of his neck, earning a breathy moan. It’s your turn to nip and suck at the skin. As you do so, Matthew clings to you. He bucks his hips up, chasing the delicious friction of his erection grinding against your wet core.
You leave several marks on his neck; they litter his otherwise perfect skin.
The high begins to intensify.
Matthew throws his head back as you move your hips against his.
“Yes, yes, yes, just like that.” He whimpers.
“You feel so, so good,” you hum, leaning down to capture his lips in another kiss. It’s sloppy. His tongue presses into your mouth, desperate for a better taste of you. The feeling of the wet muscle has you moaning.
“Sound so sweet for me, Princess,” he whispers. “Love hearing you like this.”
He’s babbling praises and sugar-sweet words as you grind against him. There’s a wet spot on his jeans from the embarrassing amount of pre leaked from his angry hot tip. It doesn’t help that your panties are soaked from your own need.
You can feel his body straining. His muscles are taut.
“Will you cum for me, baby?” You coo into his ear. Your hips never stop. They drag up and down the length of his shaft. Matthew thinks this must be what heaven feels like.
He bites his lip. Yes, yes he’s going to cum.
With one more drag of your hips, he thrusts his hips upwards as he empties ribbons of cum into his pants.
You continue to grind on him, cooing as you go.
“You’re such a good boy for me, Mattie. Feel so fucking good.” You hum. The wetness seeps through the denim. It mixes with your own fluids in the fabric of your panties. He’s gripping at your ass and dragging you up and down the length of his cock. The sensation elongates the high.
He shudders when his orgasm finally finishes.
You stop, letting the Canadian catch his breath. His mind is reeling from the force of the orgasm and the buzz that permeates his thoughts. A heavy blush has settled on his cheeks.
“I’m sorry, did you not get to—“ he cuts himself off and looks away in embarrassment.
You grab his chin and force you to look at him.
“Not yet, but my room is right upstairs. You’re welcome to join me if you’d like. It’ll be nice and quiet.” One more sinful roll of your hips. Matthew whimpers from the deliciousness of the pleasure bordering overstimulation. “I can get you alllllll cleaned up.” You lick the shell of his ear, a promise of what he could expect.
“Yes, god, please.”
In an unusual show of dominance, he grabs the back of your head and brings you in for another kiss. It's sloppy, all gnashing teeth and bitten lips. Strings of saliva stretch between you when you part.
“Take me upstairs. I need you on your back in your bed, now.”
You raise your eyebrows. You didn’t expect this dominance from the soft-spoken man, but you certainly aren’t complaining.
His cheeks redden impossibly more. “Please,” he adds on quickly.
You let out a small giggle and give him a kiss on his cheek.
“Yes, sir,” you purr, pulling yourself off his lap. In your haste to depart, you almost forget your blunt, still smoking on the seat.
