𓂃 . . . ❛ BIG MAMA ❜ ∿ teacher!matt x milf!reader
ⓘ warnings:: pure filth, smut, oral (f and m receiving), fingering, unprotected p in v (wrap it before you tap it!), dirty talk, slight orgasm denial + more!
ⓘ find chris’ version . . . ╰⪼ @neverstopthekashh <3
It was a warm Saturday night when you found yourself on Matt's doorstep, waiting patiently for him to open the door. You bite your bottom lip nervously, thinking about how the evening could turn out. It was either your daughter's situation at school getting better, or just a failed attempt to ease her life.
The door creaks open, revealing your daughter's teacher figure, a small smile plastered to his lips. When his whole frame comes into sight, you can't deny the warmth swarming through your tummy, lowering itself right in your center.
His hair was a little disheveled, slight dark crescent moons under his eyes, but what caught your attention was his shirt— tucked out of his perfectly tailored pants, unbuttoned at the top and sleeves pushed up to his elbows. It was definitely a sight to see. And once your eyes roamed over his body hungrily, glistening at the literal sex billboard standing in front of you, both of you knew what the night was going to turn into.
Not even an hour later, you were lowering yourself between Matt's legs, kneeling in front of him while he men-spread on the large couch in his living room. His arm was bent behind his head, while the other gripped your face. His thumb ran over your bottom lip, tracing the outline of it before he slowly slid it inside your mouth, pressing the pad flat on your tongue while you hollowed your cheeks, sucking his finger.
He groans at the sight, pulling his finger out. "Can't wait to see those pretty lips of your wrapped around something else" he says lowly, lifting his hips off the couch just slightly, but enough for you to get the message.
You look up at him, all innocent and doe-eyes while you palmed him through his black boxer briefs, mouth watering at only the sight of the obvious bulge, tenting from beneath the fabric. Your fingers slide beneath the waistband, pulling it down and setting his thick shaft free. He was big, not very long, but thick, stiff. His tip was flushed, reddened and leaking beads of precum, urging you to sitck your tongue out and lick a long stripe from the base right to the glistening tip.
You wrap your lips around his shaft, your hand gripping his base while your free one was flat against his thigh. He lets out a breathy, filthy sound as your mouth's warmth swirled around his cock, his hand flying almost on instinct in your hair.
You stroke him slowly for a few times before you try so swallow him whole, his tip kissing the back of your throat. He moans softly, his head tipping back for a second. "Fuuuuck- just like that, mama. Goood girl," he say breathlessly, his eyes burning holes into yours as he looked at you through hooded lids.
You moan around him, the sound reverbating deliciously through Matt's whole body. His hips buck up, making you gag around him, filthy sounds erupting from your throat.
You hollow your cheeks more, Matt's eyes bruising the back of his head as he felt his high approaching. He pressed your head down with both hands, hips lifting up from the couch as he practically used your throat to get himself off. You couldn't do anything but take it— and you wouldn't even complain, because you enjoyed every second of it.
"You like that, huh mama? Using you as my little personal toy?" his filthy words are interrupted by a huffed groan, caused by your hand that massaged his tight balls. "Mmgh, baby, you're doing so good"
His high crashes over him unexpectedly, making his thighs slightly tremble, his release painting yout throat white. You swallow everything quickly, sucking him dry and clean. When you pull back, finally being able to breathe properly, fresh air fills your lungs.
He grips your jaw, crashing his lips on yours, engulfing them in a messy, heated kiss. You straddle his lap, thighs locking his hips under yours steadily. He massages the plushy meat on your thighs, slapping your ass playfully as a smug grin scatters itself across his rosey lips. You jerk slightly at the stinging sensation, pussy fluttering and clenching around nothing from the delicious burn.
"Lay back, baby" he whispers, pressing one more messy peck on your puffy lips. You do as your told, back pressed flat against the couch. He kneels in front of you, head between your thighs as he grips them forcefully, spreading your legs wide open and leaving you completely exposed under his gaze.
The pad of his thumb presses against your sensitive bud, a wet noise emitted at the slight touch. "You're soaked, mama" he says as he starts rubbing tight, precised circles on your clit, the filthy sounds floating around the room. "Is it just because of me?" he asks, a slender finger teasing your entrance, the tip entering just barely before he pulls it out, relishing on the way your tight whole clenched around air.
You moan in response, hips squirming unpatiently under his slow torture. He suddenly stops, drawing a loud cry from your lips. "Words, baby. I want words"
"Yes, Matt, fuck- because 'f you" you whine, eyes becoming glossy.
"It's "sir" for you" he says with a smug smirk, winking playfully while he dipped his head between your thighs, tongue swirling around your sensitive clit. He humms against your drooling cunt, sucking tenderly on the small bundle, the gesture sending warm shivers down your spine. That little flutter in your belly intensifies with every stroke of Matt's skillfull tongue, your eyes rolling back when a slender finger enters your little hole, curling inside to hit that sweet spot repeatedly.
Your cunt leaks with sticky arousal, covering Matt's chin and hand, his pale skin turning shiny. He pulls back just a little, watching your pussy in pure hunger as his finger worked inside of you. He felt his dick throb at the way your sweet whimpers mixed deliciously with the squelches your cunt elicited.
His movements suddenly come to a stop, a loud cry escaping your lips at the lack of his fingers and warm tongue.
He sits up, slapping your meaty ass in the process. "Come ride me, mama. Earn it," he says, a smug grin etching itself on his face. He sits down next to you, all casual and relaxed like his dick wasn't painfully hard.
You take him by surprise when you drape your leg over his thighs in one swift motion, facing away from him. "Yes, sir" you say sweetly, arching you back heavenly. He had a full, perfect view of your back, his eyes following the dipped line on your back, landing right on your ass. He grips it tightly, massaging and groping the plushy flesh.
You line yourself up with his thick shaft, sinking down slowly, trying to adjust to the unfamiliar sensation. When he's fully bottomed out, you can feel him deep inside your fluttery walls, a small bulge tenting in your lower tummy.
A loud, relieved moan escapes your mouth, head tilting back in pure ecstasy. Your palms are flat on his knees for balance, hips starting to pick up their pace. He slaps your ass again, eyes fixated on the red mark left on the already abused skin. "Fuck, mama, just like that," he groans, head falling back against the couch.
"Such a good, mmgh- good girl, riding me so good" he praises again, his gaze running over the blissful sight in front of him. His hand runs up your spine, caressing your soft skin before it dives into your hair, gathering it in a make-shift ponytail.
"Is it just for your daughter or you just looove that dick, huh, mama?" he asks on a mocking tone, tilting your head back by your hair. You whine loudly, hips stuttering as you felt your high approaching.
He slaps your ass again, the burn filling your senses. The loud hit elicits a loud 'smack!' all around the living room, like music to Matt’s ears. "Answer me." he says demandingly, fingers clenching in your hair.
"I love that dick, Matt-"
Another slap is delivered to your ass, skin reddening visibly.
"Sir- fuck, I love that dick, sir" you manage out, thighs sticky as your pussy leaked with arousal, coating Matt’s dick.
When his hand leaves your hair and wraps around your neck snakily, applying pressure just lightly, you could feel your body catching on fire, pure ecstasy coursing through your veins as his free hand starts rubbing fast circles on your sensitive clit.
You trip over the edge, the blissful feeling of the orgasm crashing over you, making your tummy flutter and chest tighten. Matt's name slips off your tongue countlessly, triggering his own high, cock twitching inside your gummy walls. Delicious whimpers leave his lips, filling up your ears and making room into a small corner of your brain, tucking itself there.
As you both came down from your highs, you slowly pull him out, wincing through your teeth at the tickling sensation. He watches as his cum spills out of your tight hole, the sight sending another wave of excitement straight to his dick. "Fuck, look at that" he says, breathless and completely absorbed by you. His finger grazes your cunt, making your hips jerk instantly. He chuckles softly and pulls you flush against his chest, arms wrapped around your waist. He kisses your shoulder blade, placing soft, warm pecks all the way up to your jawline.
“If this is how you intend to deal with your daughter’s school problems, I’m seriously considering giving her detention for the rest of the school year”
cherry’s kisses:: i am not okay.
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