#matt jackson x reader

[issdisgrace]

AEW GUYS WITH A TATTOO ARTIST S/O

WARNINGS: None

DARBY

Darby loves tattoos and he loves the tattoos you do. He definitely wants you to tattoo him. He doesn’t care what he just wants you to give him a tattoo so he can carry a piece of you around with him at all times.

JAY

When Jay has free time he likes to watch you work. It doesn’t matter if you’re just drawing or actually tattooing he just likes to silently watch. He likes to see what you put into your work. It also makes him appreciate what you do even more.

JON

Jon thinks the tattoos you do are cool as fuck doesn’t matter what style or color they are in. They are all good and they are. He would also like for you to give him a tattoo of your choosing because he knows you’ll pick something out for him that fits him.

MATT

Matt likes the end results of your tattoos more than the process that gets you there. He knows nothing about tattooing but despite this he thinks all the tattoos you do are the greatest most well done tattoo in the whole world.

MAX

Max pretends he doesn’t give a shit about your work but he does. You’ll often get supplies to your shop that no one order or stuff will magically appear in your work station after Max visits. You know it’s Max but you don’t say anything because you don’t want him stop.

NICK

Nick finds what you do really cool. However he doesn’t really care all that much about the tattooing part. He likes watching you draw and come up with ideas for tattoos. He finds watching you draw very calming.

[bullet-clubs-bitch]

I can’t do this right now

[madhatterbri]

Need | M.J.

Summary: Smut. 18+.

Happy Wednesday Night Dynamite, babes.

Author's Note: Wrote this around ten months ago. I was really shy about sharing it, but I don't care now. 😂

Matthew Jackson Masterlist

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Taglist: @theworldofotps @smallestsnarkestgirl @bullet-clubs-bitch @magicalbuttertarts

Matt sat on the bed, leaning his back against the headboard. His hands cupped his girlfriend's ass and gave a squeeze. She jerked forward and moaned. His clothed hard on rubbed between her folds. The rough fabric slid against her clit. Y/N bit her lip and buried her head in his neck.

"I need you, Matt," she grinded against his underwear. It was enough to take the edge off, but not enough to make her cum. A smirk appeared on Matt's face. This pregnancy was making her more needy than normal. He was loving this kid more and more.

"What do you want me to do, baby?" Matt hummed and kissed her lips. He cupped her cheeks with his hands. He bit her bottom lip and pulled gently.

"Fuck me, please, from behind. I want you to use me," she whimpered. A sharp contrast to her normal request of wanting to make love. When he nodded, Y/N moved into position. She rested her upper half on the bed. Her lower half propped up on her knees.

Matt lowered his underwear and situated himself behind her. His eyes smirked at the wetness between her thighs. He pushed himself inside of her. The feel of his dick pushing her walls made his eyes roll back. "Oh, fuck,"

Y/N panted and moaned as she felt him. Her walls pushed to accommodate him. Gripping him to keep him inside of her. "Use me, Matt. I don't want you to be loving today. Fuck me like you hate me,"

Matt's eyes darkened. He grabbed her arms and placed them behind her back. With his hand around her wrists, he used this as leverage to fuck her. His thrusts picked up in speed. The Young Buck had to calm down before he finished too early.

"Oh, Matt," she moaned. Drool fell out of the corner of her mouth. Each thrust pushed her further and further to orgasm. His other hand gripped her hips and ass roughly. A few thrusts ended with a smack on her ass. Her body tensed around him in response. Lost in their own pleasures, they couldn't hear the sound of their sweaty skin slapping.

"Gonna fill you up, baby," he promised. Matt closed his eyes and dropped his mouth. Nothing came out as his brain felt like it was mush.

"Yes, Matt, please," she begged. He found a particular spot on her that made her see stars. He managed to hit it a few more times. She screamed out his name once more and reached her orgasm.

Matt continued while being unphased with her own orgasm. When she begged him to cum deep in her pussy, he folded. With one last powerful thrust, he stilled. He grunted and panted as he came inside of her.

The lovers caught their breath. He slowly pulled out. A smile appeared on his face as some of the cum slipped to the bed. Matt stood up from the bed. She laid down normally.

"Gonna start a bath. Don't go anywhere," he teased. She wasn't going anywhere any time soon. Y/N got a proper fucking just like she wanted. He came back to help her in the tub. While cleaning themselves off, they cuddled and talked about the future.

[katries]

Take A Breath

Matt Jackson x You WC: 1,278 Summary: Sometimes everyone, including Matt Jackson, needs a reminder to take a breath. And everything will work out. Warnings: None. This is just a little something I wrote for myself. Author Note: Listen, I am in my boyband era, so I am squeezing them in whenever and wherever I can.

Stepping into Rise & Grind, you took a deep breath and let the rich, bitter aroma of coffee wash over you. Along with your favorite smells came the little thrill and ache of nostalgia, which always washed over you when you stepped into the shop. The shop radio was always playing boy bands and your favorite pop music from years ago. Most of the time when you were working there, you didn't even reach for your headphones because what they played was on your playlist and had been for ages. The line to order wasn't as long as usual; rather than grabbing a table first, you headed to the ordering line.

The Person who was in line in front of you shifted from foot to foot and huffed a little before pulling their phone out of their pocket, looking around. You did your best to ignore them while you waited, but they repeated the process almost a dozen times in two minutes, even with the line moving. Their impatience or maybe worry grew the closer the line moved to the front. Knowing it wasn't your place, you didn't want to tell them to chill out, but when they turned slightly, you caught a glimpse of one of the veins in their forehead pop out. Hoping this wouldn't turn into a confrontation, you tapped them on their shoulder. "I'm not trying to tell you what to do, but maybe take a breath. Everything will work out." When the person turned around, you immediately wished there was a convenient hole in the ground to swallow you whole. One of your favorite wrestlers, Matt Jackson, stood there staring at you for a minute, likely debating whether to tell you to mind your own or not, before he offered you a small smile. "Thanks, I definitely needed to hear that." he took a deep breath and seemed to relax his shoulders a little. "Cute shirt by the way." Matt winked at you, and you were pretty sure you'd died for a brief second. Glancing down at yourself and realizing what shirt you were wearing, you knew you likely now resembled a tomato. The shirt you had on was one of your favorite Young Bucks shirts, and one of the people on it just called it cute. When it was Matt's turn to order, he took his phone out of his pocket one last time before stepping to the counter. Matt didn't say anything else to you, which was fine; you hadn't expected him to. You didn't say anything to him either as he left, but you did admire the view as he walked away. Working at Rise & Grind usually consisted of a lot of breaks for seat dancing thanks to the music, and re-reading the words you'd just typed up so you wouldn't lose your place in the manuscript you were working on. And with your apartment being close to the shop, it was an easy walk and a way for you to get a change of scenery. You'd reached a critical part in your story when the chair across from you scraped across the linoleum and made you jump. Looking up, you were set to give whomever it was a piece of your mind, but the words died on your tongue. Matt Jackson stood there, looking a little apologetic. Wondering what the hell he was doing back there, you asked him. "Can I help you?" He sat down in the chair he'd pulled out and looked down for a second before looking back up at you. "I didn't say thank you earlier, and that was rude. I am just so glad you're still here." Taken aback, you stared at him, puzzled. "There wasn't a need to say thank you; you just looked stressed, and sometimes we all need the reminder to breathe. I know it wasn't my place, but you looked like you could use the reminder." Matt nodded again. "Yeah, I did. I uh… I thought something happened with or to Nick, my brother." He explained. A laugh escaped you before you could help it. When Matt looked at you, you pointed to your shirt. "I knew who you meant. No need to explain." The comment earned you one of Matt's real smiles, and for the second time today, all the breath left your lungs. "Is Nick okay, though?"

The question earned you an eye roll. "He's perfectly fine. He overslept because he'd been up most of the night watching Basketball." "Well," You smiled before sipping from your coffee, "It is his favorite sport. Can't blame him for wanting to see the game from start to finish." "Yeah, but anyways, I am really glad you were still here. I… I realized I was rude. And wanted to apologize." Shrugging, you fidgeted with the handle of your coffee cup. "No need. You were obviously worried about Nick, and you're a busy man. There really wasn't a need to come back to see if I was still here." Matt didn't say anything, but picked at his nail for a second. "Still had to hope a little. Especially after remembering you had a work bag." "I needed a change of scenery. Helps with writer's block. Plus, the music doesn't suck." He laughed a little. "Definitely not."

For some reason, Matt chose to stay where he was, and the two of you held conversations about anything and everything, until your stomach rumbled, reminding you you hadn't eaten since breakfast. Shutting down your computer, you started to gather your things. "I am so sorry to cut this short, but… I should try to go find some kind of food that isn't sweet." Rise and grind didn't carry savory options for food, which was fine, but you were definitely in the mood for something not filled with sugar. Matt held up his hand before rising to his feet. "Let me take you to lunch since I interrupted your workday." Another smile was aimed in your direction, and it took a second for your brain to process his words. "Uh…. You didn't… Not really, but I'd…. I'd like that." You weren't sure how words were still forming, but Matt Jackson had just asked you to lunch. You definitely needed someone to pinch you. "Great, I can bring you back to your car…." That's when you remembered you'd walked to Rise & Grind and you still had your work bag. "Actually," you sighed and pushed at your hair. "I live like 5 minutes from here, and I should drop this off. I can meet you at Becky's… The diner around the corner," It was also your favorite place and close. "Sure! And again, I am so sorry for taking up your workday." He pushed the chair in as you slid your laptop into your bag. "It was definitely a welcomed interruption, I promise." Lifting your bag and sliding it over your shoulder, you smiled at Matt, and the two of you started for the door. "See you in a bit." "See you soon," he told you. The two of you went in opposite directions, he to the parking lot and you towards your apartment. You were going to have lunch with the Matt Jackson. You couldn't believe it.

Knowing you were on borrowed time, you'd fixed your hair and changed your shirt before heading out of your apartment, figuring another walk would do you good, and if Matt wasn't there, at least you knew the lunch would be good. But when you walked into Becky's, you spotted Matt, shocked he'd shown up. You weren't sure where this afternoon was going to take you, but you couldn't wait to find out.

[omg-im-such-a-masochist]

Imposter Syndrome

Summary: After his car accident, Matt has been acting out strange. What could possibly be wrong with your - once sweet - husband?

Pairings: Matthew Jackson x Fem!Reader

Warnings: +18, adult language, asphyxiation, smut, dub-con, dirty talk.

Tags: @theworldofotps , @writtingrose , @daddyhausen , @melissahausen , @unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin , @sophiewolfheart-blog , @sultryfandoms , @new-zealand-chic , @crowleysqueenofhell , @thealliasylum , @legit9thlunaticwarrior , @bayleymania , @josiewrites , @seeingstarks , @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch , @whenimakeitshine1234 , @moxkindagirl , @sunshinevirus , @im-just-a-mississippi-girl, @ripleyswhore , @tahiri-veyla

Relief can’t even begin to fathom what I felt once I entered with Matt by my side through the threshold of our home.

“Careful, my love” I placed my hand behind his back as I helped him sit down on the couch. The purple stains beneath Matt’s eye and jaw were almost gone by now.

After the car accident that left my husband 4 weeks in the hospital, he was finally recovered enough to come home, and could at last get some rest in our own bed. It was such a relief to see him better after everything we’ve gone through the past month, but now that we’re home, I’m ready to get our life back on track.

I sat on the armrest of the couch and caressed his shoulder while asking “Do you want something to eat, Matty?”. His brown eyes fixed on my face, and a hint of contempt quickly flashed in the dark chocolate irises.

“Matthew” He scorned “I hate being called ‘Matty’, it’s childish”.

With frowned eyebrows, I stood up as he continued, “And yes, I want a chicken sandwich filled with tomatoes and chips”.

“Tomatoes? But you hate tomatoes inside the sandwich-”

“Just go get me a fucking sandwich, alright?!” Matt growled, still not realizing my utter shock upon hearing the cuss word coming out of his lips.

Matt never cusses…at least until now.

“Where’s my beer?” Matt asks as I place the sandwich on top of the coffee table.

“We don’t have alcohol at home,” I said “You don’t drink alcohol”.

“Well I do now” He flashed me a bitter smile before grabbing a couple of dollars from his shorts’ side pocket. “Be a good girl and go buy me a pack, would you?” With a teasing wink, Matt softly pushed me towards the front door. He turned the TV on and stopped at the sports channel.

Matt’s eyes followed the fast jabs one of the opponents was receiving, his lips moved rapidly, and I could’ve sworn I heard “Kill him. Kill that motherfucker!” Before I made my way out the door.

After leaving Matt’s beer on the kitchen counter, I went upstairs for a shower. The warm water made wonders for my sore neck muscles and I could feel the last stressful weeks being washed down the drain along with the water.

After getting changed into a clean set of clothes, I laid down in bed and kept staring at the ceiling. My mind wandered into a series of silent questions about my husband and his current behavior. The doctor warned me about possible temporary personality changes, but I didn’t expect it to be this drastic. As I kept asking myself how long it would take for Matt to get back to his usual self, I felt my eyes getting heavier with each breath.

I felt the darkness even before opening my eyes, turning around in bed until I was facing the ceiling, my once-heavy lids slowly opened to find Matt staring at me.

“Jesus Christ!” I yelped, placing a hand on top of my chest in an attempt to get my frantic heartbeat at ease. “Matt, what the hell?! You scared the crap out of me!”

Matt's smile was predatory and unfamiliar, his eyes roamed through my face until they went down my neck and breasts.

“I was waiting for you to come downstairs to watch the fight with me, but to my surprise, you were here sleeping”.

“I’m sorry, love. I was a bit tired, and I guess I ended up falling asleep”

“Poor, dovey. Are you tired?” Matt leaned forward and laid his lips on mine. “I can help you feel better”. His hand cupped my breast through the tank top, softly snarling before his closing grip made me gasp, “Matt, what are you doing?”

A quick halt of my breath made me realize that the hand that was once on my breast was now around my throat. Squeezing the sides until I felt my lungs burning with the need of air.

“How many times do I have to tell you it’s ‘Matthew’?! Not ‘Matt, not ‘Matty’, but ‘Matthew’!” His chocolate eyes burned with something still unfamiliar to me. That threatening gaze glistened with unrecognizable mischief, lingering in my face until my lips mumbled a soft “I- I’m sorry, Matthew”.

The pressure on my throat slowly begins to subside, the hand that once blocked my airway now slowly descended to my hips, stopping at the hem of my shorts and sinking into it.

My mind wandered through his face, trying to get a glimpse of the husband I once knew. The full beard was replaced by a goatee, the usual loose bun had turned into a slick ponytail, and the eyes that sparkled with love and devotion were now nothing but two pools of lust and raw desire.

“What a good little whore” Matthew whispered into my ear. His hand pushed my head down on the mattress, holding me in place while his opposite hand pressed down on my lower back.

“You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this moment”, Matthew’s teeth scraped against my shoulder, sucking a small purple circle on the tensed muscle. “Of how many times I stroked my cock thinking about coming inside you”.

The sharp pain in my neck made me whisper “Matthew”.

Hands closed around my neck, pulling me up to a knelt position. My back rested against his chest, and his sweat dripped on my lower back making me call for his name once again.

“Oh that’s it, keep saying my name, dovey. Say the name of the man who is fucking you so good” Matthew’s lips rested against my temple, pushing the sweaty hairs away from my face with his lips and chin.

“I’ve never wanted anybody as much as I want you, little dove. When I saw how poorly Matt treated this sweet pussy, how little attention he gave to it, how he never tasted it, how he never teased it nor overstimulated it until it could only grow wetter and wetter, I thought ‘he doesn’t deserve it! He doesn’t deserve such a tight, warm, little pussy’ but I do!” Matthew sank deeper, aiming his cock to reach spots I’d never known existed until now.

My legs tremble with pleasure, and a string of incomprehensive words leaves my lips the more he plays with my clit.

“Look at this cute little nub” The burn of Matthew’s slap on my clit made me moan loudly, the sting soon being appeased by the rhythmic circles “How could someone not want to play with it? Only a fucking pussy like Matt could leave this cunt unfilled”. Matthew’s hand tugged on my scalp, aiming my head to face the mirror. He leaned forward, gluing his lips to my ear to state a string of words that both excited and frightened me “Take a good look at your new husband, dovey. Because I’m not going anywhere!”.

[cowboywritersworld]

Worried for you

General Masterlist | AEW Masterlist | Matthew Jackson Masterlist

Characters: Matthew Jackson, Reader

Prompt: 1. It's the middle of the night, why are you up? From @sicktember

Plot: Matthew comes back home at 3 am after a long flight from Japan. He finds his wife still up in the kitchen and is concerned, as he knows that she has to be up early in the morning for her job.

AN: I finally got back to writing and I am so happy. @madhatterbri

As Matthew turns off the car, he sighs: it is 3 am and he is so damn tired. He takes a moment to gather his things, before he finally looks at the villa Reader and him have bought about three years ago. He can't help but raise an eyebrow as his gaze falls on the kitchen's window, where the light is on. It is strange for her to be up this early, so he takes his belongings and leaves the car, closing it while he walks to the door. As the key unlocks it, he opens the door and leaves everything on the floor: he can take care of those things later.

"Baby, I am home." He declares, walking into the kitchen. He looks around and is confused when he can't see her.

"Coming!" Reader flushes the toilette, since she has just thrown up for the third time that night. Before reaching him, she washes her face and lips, taking a deep breath as well.

Matthew drinks some water while waiting for his wife, smiling when he finally spots her. "Come here baby..." He embraces her when she basically crashes into his chest, whincing a bit.

"Welcome back, Matty..." Reader is more than hapy that her husband is finally back, she doesn't like being sick at home alone.

"It is the middle of the night, baby. Why are you up? Were you waiting for me?" Matthew kisses her forehead, whispering those words.

"I was missing you so much, but at the same time I had to call in sick." She closes a hand to a fist: she loves her job and hates having to call in sick, but there is no way she can actually work in these conditions.

"Oh baby..." He just knows how much she loves her work and it pains him to see her like that. "What is wrong?" He feels her forehead with the back of his hand, happy that she doesn't seem to be running a fever.

"I might have caught a stomach bug, I have been throwing up a lot during the night." To say that she is pissed off is not exaggerated, but maybe her body is trying to tell her to take a break.

"Lay on the couch and I'll take care of you, Y/N. Leave everything to your Matty." He gently walks with her to the couch and helps her lay down. "Does your stomach hurt like when you are on your period?"

As Y/N shakes her head, Matthew still goes to their bathroom, taking her heating pad. Even though he is not completely sure that it'll work, maybe it can still do her some good. As he walks back to her, he kisses her gently on the lips, putting her t-shirt up and lets the heating pad genly rest on her stomach. "Give me a bit and I'll be back with something - hopefully - more helpful. You just relax, Y/N."

She pops up a big smile, mouthing an I love you, while she hugs the heating pad. She looks as Matthew tiredly but lovely, moves around their kitchen, gathering a water heater, their stock of teas and some ginger.

"You know you could have simply gone to bed, Sweetheart? You are very tired after your flight from Japan." She tries to protest, loving the attention though.

"You are my wife, you always come first, especially when you are sick, baby." He sends her a flying kiss, chuckling.

"I still wonder how I got so lucky to find you and fall in love with you." She grins, glad that it is feeling a bit better.

"I am the most lucky: you keep up with me, with my constant sheanigans and all my traveling around. I still wish you would work with us, so we could travel together all the time." They have already talked about that and he fully respects her choice. He finally brings her her favourite mug, full of ginger tea and sets it on the table, helping her come to a sit on the couch. "Take some tiny sips of this tea as you feel necessary. Don't overdo it though."

"You are an angel, Matty."

Y/N takes a few slow sips, leaving the mug on the table again when she feels like it is enough. She stands up, holding a hand out to him, who took it and stood up as well, holding her hand. As they get to bed, Matthew lets her lean her face on his chest.

"We should try to sleep now, but wake me up if you need to throw up again, baby. You are not alone anymore."

[daddyhausen]

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「 MASTERLISTS 」 | 「 KINKTOBER MASTERLIST 」

「 COMMISION INFO 」 | 「 LIKE MY WORK? BUY ME A COFFEE — KOFI — DXDDYHXUSEN 」

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「 SUMMARY 」 — both brothers desired you but their competitive streak gets in the way

「 WARNINGS 」 — 18+, [ MINORS DNI ], dvp, dom!reader, handjobs, sharing, praise, vaginal sex, penetrative sex, vaginal creampie, squirting, internal cumshot

「 WORD COUNT 」 — 1.1k

「 PAIRING 」 — fem!reader x the young bucks

「 GENRE 」 — smut

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「 TAGLIST 」 — @cosmoholic13 @legit9thlunaticwarrior @thewrestlingbitch @omg-im-such-a-masochist @adamjf @wardlow @alexisquinnlee-bc @sammiejane22 @im-just-a-mississippi-girl @omegasluvbot @melissahausen @writtingrose @drummergrl1310 @unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin @bonehead-playz @cherrytheeredheadmamaclaymore @crowleysqueenofhell @romanreigns-supreme @janetreader @thenerdybaker523 @sunshinevirus @nicoleveno14 @rubyred1980 @igncrxntripley @ripleyswhore @embermdk @thepalaceofmelanie @violetmacher @seeingstarks @kennysbadkitten @darkangelchronicles @ripleyswife @selena-tyler-564 @auburnwrites @biforrollynch

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「 COMMENT IF YOU WANT TO BE ADDED TO THE TAGLIST 」

their competitive arguing could be heard down the hall

the brothers seemingly frustrated at their loss of their match

and the subsequent loss of their best friend in one kenny omega

nick seemed more level headed of the two surprisingly

while matt’s tempter tantrum raged throughout the arena

the pair storming into the locker room

fury ravaged both their faces

their gaze soften upon meeting yours

it was nothing special in particular in your appearance that made them stop and stare

you were always the calming force behind their fury

a simply smile from you could melt their frozen hearts instantly

matt fell to his knees breathlessly between yours

his head resting upon your thigh as he gazed up apologetically at you

“i’m sorry…” he muttered softly against your thigh

“don’t be sorry” you cooed sweetly, a hand running through the damp strands of matt’s hair

“you boys did so well” nick took a seat beside you, sighing heavily

despite his calm demeanor, he was burning with anger, betrayal

matt’s lips gently peppered kisses to your exposed thigh, inching closer and closer to your covered sex

nick eyed him curiously, the younger brother fuming with jealously

“what are you doing?” nick remarked

“what does it look like, idiot” matt responded with his usual sarcastic quip, fingers hooking into the waistband of your shorts

“you lost. you don’t deserve to fuck her” nick placed a protective hand on your thigh

“and what gives you the right to say that huh? last time i checked dumbass, you lost too-“

“well you ate the damn pin!-“

“boys! enough!!” you retorted sternly

“if you keep this up than neither of you get to fuck me”

they cut their act momontarily, offering each other almost apologetic glances

“now…” you started “you boys gotta learn to share”

you pat the seat beside you, offering matt to follow along

he quickly got up, taking his place beside you

slowly you pried his ring gear down, freeing his cock from the elastic restraint, slowly beginning to stroke his size

matt shuddered with a shaky breath instantly writhing against the pleasure of your hand

you began to place chaste kisses to his jawline, adoring the whimpers that left his lips

your free hand reached back, beginning to palm nick through his own gear

the younger brother let out a prolonged groan, the simple touch leaving his mind in a daze

nick’s fingers reached down into your shorts, rubbing small circular strokes against your clit

you whimpered against matt’s lips, quickly breaking the kiss to give the same attention to his brother

nick’s kiss was more feverish, the subtle rage that bubbled underneath only added to his passion.

he retrieved his cock, grabbing your wrist and wrapping your hand around his shaft

both brothers mumbled and moaned with pleasured obscenities

nick’s fingers dancing around your clit

while matt’s gripped the arm rests of the couch, desprate and needy for release

“oh god…” matt groaned, cock feverish and swollen

“you close pretty boy?” you cooed with a small whimper as nick’s finger curled upward inside your cunt

matt nodded, bitting his bottom lip to suppress his moans

his seed spilling over your knuckles in spurts of warm white, his breath labored as you continued to pump his cock

nick removed his fingers from your void, averting your gaze from his brother to himself

you released matt’s cock, the older brother gasping in relief

you did not want to waste anymore time with them

poor nick would have one orgasm less than his brother it may seem

quickly releasing nicks cock as well, sitting on his lap motioning from a still recovering matt to stand behind you

matt postitioned himself in the directions you told him too

standing behind you as nick pried your shorts down your thighs

your pretty cunt glistening under the dim locker room lighting

matt gulped thickly, still breathless from his first orgasm

you lifted up your hips, allowing nick’s cock to snake between your thighs

grazing the tip against your soaked walls before eventually slotting himself in with ease

a soft shudder escaped the younger of the two’s lips as he butied himself fully inside you

“c’mon pretty boy. don’t be shy” you teased matt playfully

grinding yourself back to give him a full view of your already stuffed cunt

egging him on to fill you even more

matt hesitated for a second, grasping his cock st the base, guiding himself towards your dripping void

some resistance on your part but otherwise is was such a heavenly feeling

you cunt gripped both their cocks tightly

both boys groaned with equal amounts of pleasure running through their veins

you began to bounce against both of them, feeling their cocks slot deep into your cunt one after another

“holy shit…” nick mattered, grabbing your hips and slamming them down onto his cock

both brothers began an assault on your cunt, the pleasure was so intense that your mind began to spin, eyes rolling into the back of your head

loud, choked moans spilling from your lips

“god…so tight” matt’s moans left his lips in soft sputters

mind still delirious from his previous and noe second impending orgasm

“you gonna cum on our cock’s angel?”

you nodded feverishly at nicks question, hips slapping back against theirs, taking their cocks fully

matt filled you first, his cock twitching and throbbing deep within your walls

still overstimulated and sensitive as white hot ropes seeped from between your thighs

a mix of moans and profanities left the younger buck’s lips

nick on the edge of orgasm himself

feeling the tightness of your cunt grip his cock

it was inevitable

both bucks were breathless

matt not so than nick

the older of the two having pulled out of you already

now sitting back watching the way his seed dropped out of you

“oh fuck…!” you whined, cunt creaming around nick’s size

spilling around his shaft, feeling so wonderfully stretched out

“fuck angel…you made a mess for us…”

nick’s rebuttal was cut of by a soft groan

his cock throbbing deep in your walls

cum painting your insides white with his warmth

“shit-“ he thre his head back in pleasure, just reveling in the feeling

the three of you basking in a comfortable post sex silence

nicks cock still buried deep within you

you glacéd up at nick momentarily, the blues of his eyes glazed over with adoration

still so fucked out

matt on the other hand was eager to touch you again

impatient it seems as his hands were already at your waist, cock pulsing against your ass

“you boys get yourselves cleaned up, we’ll go another round at the hotel”

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[coleskingdom]

Sunday Funday

Matt Jackson x F reader

Genre Smut Minors DNI NSFW

Summary Matt decides to distract you from your to do list.

GIF from @ cowboyshit

“Hey babe” Matt said as he kissed the top of my head, I was at the kitchen table finishing my todo list for the week.”Hey, what are you up to?” I asked distractedly. “I’m gonna grab a workout outside the weather is nice.” he said as he walked out the door to the back yard. I got up from the table putting on a playlist thinking about the truth of the statement about the songs you used to party to is now the songs you clean house to.

Loading the dishes into the sink, i noticed Matt was actually working out in the back yard not the gym with door open. What the hell is doing? I thought, running the water. I looked out the window over the sink.He took off his shirt and picked up his jump rope,his ponytail bouncing, the sun hitting the perfect curve of his back, his butt bouncing every time he jumped. I thought I saw him glance over his shoulder, I ducked my head down,pretending to focus on the dishes. I glanced up again not being able to resist as he continued his jump roping, I started a minute too long because he turned his head grinning at me. Damn it, if I was caught I was going down fighting. I put the dishes down, and went to the bedroom, selecting the bikini he liked from the last trip we had taken and turning on the hot tub controls by the door. I put on the bikini, flipped my head over and fluffed my hair, and went out side.

As I opened the back door he was standing there waiting for me, “ Hi …. Princess” stumbling over the last word. I kissed him on his cheek walking past him and walking down the steps into the hot tub. “ What are you doing?”he asked, as I took off my top as the water covered me. “ I’m just so tense, I thought the hot tub might loosen everything up. You go ahead with your work out I’ll be fine.” I said coyly. Kicking off his shoes and socks lowering his gray shorts following leaving on his tight black boxer briefs as he walked down the steps into the hot tub sitting one step higher than me. “ Oh I can’t let you suffer, let me try to help.” he said mockingly, his strong hands rubbing my neck and shoulders, “ you really are tense” genuine concern in his voice. His hands continued to work, little moans slipping out and contented sighs filled his ears.

“ Matt you always know just what I need.” His hands disrupted my train of thought“ I do princess, I think I know a better way to ease your stress.” His kissed behind my ear easing behind me on the same step. I turned to face him, he kissed me deeply, “I’m gonna need you to do exactly what I say, this going to feel so good for you” he said roughly. “ wrap your legs around my hips loosely, put your arms around my neck” I did as instructed, “such a good girl when she knows I’ve got her.” He walked us to the middle of the hot tub where the bubbling jets are, he kissed me again working lower, his mouth on my neck when he suddenly dropped us lower, a powerful jet aimed at my core. “Matt” I moaned, the unexpected pressure and warmth on my clit,he raised us back up, this time taking one of my nipples in his mouth as he began to suck his teeth lightly grazing, moving his mouth before dropping us again this time on to a dual jet this time moving the bikini bottom to the side. The jet was precisely hitting my clit and core at the same time. “ Matt” My legs started to tremble,his face staring intently at mine. “ You’re so beautiful, when you’re about to come.” Raising us back up again pulling me closer to him . Catching my breath “ Matt you’re not playing fair, you started this.” I said as my brain was forming words, “ I was simply trying to make your day a little more interesting. You’re the one who came out here in my favorite bikini, and threw the top off.” he said walking us towards the middle again. “ Matt, I need more” he smiled at my words. “ I know princess.” he dropped us again the jets hit me again, I buried my head against his shoulder, as the pressure hit just right, then he lifted us back up. “ please please Matt “ my words sounding desperate and pathetic. “Wrap your legs around me, I’ve got you” he climbed the stairs out of the hot tub and laid me down on the sun bed.

Matt undid the swim suit bottom and lifted my legs and his mouth was on me, licking and sucking, his mouth paying extra attention to my clit. “ Matt, baby not like this, I need you “ I said trying to hold back my orgasm, he stood up taking off his wet boxers freeing his cock, the Sun shining on his still wet body, I groaned just looking at him. “He draped his body over me, my legs falling open,as he settles between them the tip of his cock teasing me as he kisses me deeply. He slides in deep, I clench my walls around him and hold him there, he groans. “Princess if you keep doing that, I’m not going to last very long.” I clench around him again ,my hands running down his muscular back. He groans, he quickens the pace, “Matt, I’m so close” he changes angles hitting the spot deep inside and reaches his hand down and puts the right amount of pressure on my clit, I shatter beneath him, he’s watching me intently, I feel his cock twitch as the orgasm rolls through me, his release hits just as mine ends but causes another wave of pleasure to run through me. We lay there for a few moments catching our breath.

He kisses my forehead as he rolls to my side pulling me into him the sun warming both of us. Sleepy and relaxed I curl further into him “ Hold on princess, don’t fall asleep yet.” He gets up retrieving a throw blanket , and robes from inside the house. He spreads the throw over me,and climbs back in beside me, letting me use him as a pillow as he plays with my hair till I fall asleep.