You thought batting your lashes at the barista for a free latte was harmless that was until Matty caught wind of it. Now you’re on your knees, grinding yourself stupid on his boot while he fucks your throat until you can’t breathe. Turns out free drinks do come with a heavy price.
WORD COUNT. 1.2k
GENRE. smut, porn without plot, established relationship!au
WARNINGS. 18+, explicit sexual content, oral (m receiving), blow jobs, throatfucking, reader grinds on his boot, jealous!matty, degradation (slut, pathetic, etc), a little bit of humiliation kink, power play, hair-pulling, cum swallowing, dry humping, mild breathplay
You never thought a free latte would end with you choking on your boyfriend’s cock.
But here you are.
Your knees are already sore against the cold tiles of the Matty’s flat when he forces your head down again, his cock hitting the back of your throat with a brutal snap of his hips as one of his hands gets buried in your hair while he’s fucking your mouth like he owns it.
“Gag on it, sweetheart,” Matty hisses sharply, his hips jerking at a rapid pace. “You love this, don’t ya? Pathetic slut on her knees for me. Bet that loser dreams of seeing you like this.”
The only reply you’re capable of giving him is a moan around his length as tears run down your face from the merciless stretch inside your throat.
Your nails dig into his thighs, mascara running down your cheeks in teary streaks as you choke around him but he doesn’t ease up. If anything, he pulls harder, holding you down until your eyes water.
When he finally lets you up for air, there’s a string of spit that connects your swollen lips to his cock.
Matty tilts your chin up with his index finger, a smug smile tugging at his mouth.
“You’re only good for this, you know,” he murmurs, sliding his wet tip across your cheek like a mark of ownership. “My pretty girl with nothing but her mouth full of my cock.”
His thumb presses hard against your spit-slick bottom lip, forcing your mouth open again as he sneers, “You think I didn’t see the way you were batting your lashes at that fucking barista? Acting cute for some free drink?” He drags his cock back over your tongue, slow and taunting now, watching your throat bobs up and down in anticipation.
“Matty, I–”
“You want free shit, doll?” He cuts you off, not even bothering to listen to you. “I’ll give it to you. I’ll give you every drop until you’re leaking with me.”
A whimper leaves your lips at his words and once again he has put his cock back in your mouth. You let spit pool at the corners of your mouth before eagerly hollowing your cheeks to suck him off. You try to breathe through your nose, but he shoves deeper, groaning at the way your throat convulses around him. Matty’s hand pushes your face even further down until your nose is brushing against his abdomen.
Matty caresses your tear streaked cheek with the back of his free hand that’s not fisted in your hair, smearing saliva across your cheek like warpaint. “Look at you. All fucked out and I’ve barely even touched you. You’re mine, doll. Only mine.”
The words spark something in you.
The need of relieving the ache between your thighs is now curling hot and low. Without thinking, you shift your hips, grinding down against the solid press of his boot between your knees. The ridges of his leather sole bite into your cunt through damp panties and you moan around his cock as you sink back down on him.
It takes Matty a moment to realise what you just did and when the realisation hits him, a disbelieving noise leaves his plump lips.
“Oh, fuck me–” Matty’s laugh is sharp, disbelieving, as his grip tightens in your hair, holding you down on his cock while his other leg shifts, deliberately pressing his boot harder against your cunt. “You’re humping my fucking shoe while choking on me? Jesus, you’re pathetic.”
You can’t even deny it. The filth only makes you wetter. Every thrust of his cock down your throat is matched by the drag of your clit against the ridges of his boot, slick spreading across the leather. You’re moaning around him, broken sounds muffled as tears blur your vision.
He rocks his foot up again, forcing you to rut harder against it.
“C’mon, baby, show me how bad you want it. Rub that needy cunt on me while I fuck your throat.” His hips snap forward again, cock bullying past your gag reflex while he watches you shamelessly grind yourself on his boot like you can’t help it. Every thrust down your throat earns a muffled, broken whimper from you, every drag of your clit over his shoe has your thighs trembling.
When he finally pulls you off him again, spit and precum drip down your chin, your chest heaving. He slaps his cock against your tongue, then against your cheek, smirking as he watches you rut continually and helplessly against his foot.
“That’s it,” Matty groans, snapping his hips shallow but fast against your tongue. “Grind that needy cunt on me. Show me what a desperate little whore you are for your boyfriend.”
The humiliation only pushes you closer, his boot shiny with your arousal, your throat raw from taking him this deep. Your thighs tremble violently as your grinding turns frantic, messy, chasing the edge. Matty’s foot flexes up, pressing right against your clit and just like that the sudden pressure shatters you.
“Hnngh– Matty, oh fuck fuck fuck–”
You come with high pitched mewls of his name as he forces his length in your throat, muffled cries spilling past him as your hips jerk uncontrollably against his boot. Slick gushes down your thighs, soaking into your panties, streaking the leather beneath you.
He yanks you off him just in time to watch the aftermath; your ruined face, your soaked thighs, the way you’re still rubbing yourself against his boot in aftershocks. His cock glistens with spit and precum, twitching in around your barely open lips.
And the obscene sight alone undoes Matty.
“Fuck—” Matty snarls, the sound torn straight from his chest as his hips snap forward one last brutal time, burying himself to the hilt down your throat. His cock twitches violently against your gagging walls before spilling hot ropes of cum straight into your stomach. The force of it makes you choke, throat spasming around him, but he doesn’t budge.
He holds you there, fingers tangled cruelly in your hair, pressing your tear-streaked face flush against his pelvis, forcing every drop down your throat whether you can take it or not. His groans rasp through clenched teeth, low and vicious, while you sputter and claw at his thighs. The more you struggle, the harder he keeps you there, relishing the way your throat convulses around him, milking him dry.
“You’ll swallow it,” he orders, voice rough and unsteady, “—all of it. Every fucking drop.”
When his release finally slows, he doesn’t pull out right away. Instead, he leaves you there, gagging around his softening cock, drool and cum spilling from the corners of your mouth. Only when your chest convulses in a desperate, panicked gasp does he yank you back, strands of spit and seed snapping between your lips and his cock.
You collapse forward on your hands, gasping for breath, mascara streaked down your cheeks, throat raw and chest heaving. Spit and cum drip messily down your chin onto the cold marble, the air thick with sweat and sex.
“Came on my boot, swallowed my load…” he shakes his head in disbelief, breath still heavy.
Matty smirks down at you, thumb brushing over your spit-smeared chin lovingly before shoving into your mouth, making you suck it clean. His other foot flexes beneath you making you whine at the sensation of overstimulation and his grin turns sharp.
He cups your jaw, forcing your wrecked face up to his. “All of this because you wanted a fucking free drink.”
Cassian is at a local Guilty Gear Strive tournament when he meets his final opponent of the night. He should have this win in the bag, however he wasn't expecting to hit the ground falling for her as she sat down next to him.
OR
Cassian and Nesta meet a local gaming tournament and proceed to fuck afterwards.
AN: This is the combination of taking a nap at 9:30pm, waking up almost an hour later, and then spending half the night typing on my phone this story. In other words, I literally came up with this on the fly with a lack of sleep.
I've never played Guilty Gear Strive, however my boyfriend plays it regularly which inspired part of this story. The other part being inspired by my Nessian writing pals. I stopped the grape jelly movement (for now).
Enjoy!
Edit 12/12/24: Added the fic to Tumblr <3
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Cassian’s knuckles knocked against the other player’s as they stood up from their chair.
“GG.” He said brightly to his opponent.
“Watch out, Cass. I’ll fuck you up next time.” Balthazar chimed before he grabbed his bag pack and hit box.
“We’ll see about that! You’ll be online later?”
Balthazar shrugged. “Probably. I might play league later.”
Cassian shrudded. “How are we still friends?”
“You say it as though you didn’t just play ranked a few weeks ago.”
Cassian’s ears burned red, the embarrassment spreading. The little shit had really done it this time.
“And lost.” Balthazar added, a smirk toying at his lips.
“I was gearing up for Arcane.” Cassian mumbled.
“Sureeeee.” Balthazar said with a teasing tone. “Well, I’ll see you later. And I hope the next player who comes, beats the shit out of you.” He then walked off from the competition floor.
Cassian slouched in his seat, taking a moment to relax. He’d been at a local guilty gear strive competition for nearly three hours now. It wasn’t his first time at the gaming center in Bethesda, so it was nice seeing familiar faces. His commute to the suburb of DC was rather short as he lived in Rockville, which meant it was just a few stops on the red line before he got to the city.
Guilty Gear Strive had recently become his newest obsession over the last several months, where he played most nights while he and his friends chatted in their discord server. Cassian wasn’t new to the fighting game genre as he played a few others like Tekken and Street Fighter.
The local competition was set up similar to upscale ones with a tournament bracket and entry fee. However there was no prize money to be given out by the end. It wasn’t a big deal to Cassian as he’d come to enjoy the game and the company met.
This also wasn’t his first time in the final placement. He won two months in a row, and tonight would be three. Another win and another set of bragging rights to spread around.
Tic tac toe, three in a row .
As he adjusted his position, careful to keep a hold of his hitbox, the screen above him flashed with an update. Raising an eyebrow, Cassian took a look to see who his final opponent would be.
“Silver_Fame?” Cassian mumbled underneath his breath. The game tag didn’t sound familiar, which both excited him as a new person altogether to face, but almost made him a little nervous to not know who exactly they would be. His foot tapped against the floor as he anxiously waited.
“BloodshedLord?” A feminine voice asked near Cassian.
Swinging his head around, Cassian’s eyes widened at the woman who stood before him. Her golden brownish hair was braided into a crown on top of her head. Her silvery blue eyes popped from the siren winged eyeliner.
At least, I think that's a siren. Mor went over a few of the looks of different eyeliner last month because she had nothing better to do.
Cassian’s eyes lingered down the woman’s body when his face flushed as she caught him staring right as his stare stopped at her chest. His face burned as her stare turned cold and deadly.
“Y-yeah that’s me.” He gulped as he offered his knuckles to hit hers as a greeting.
The woman made a sound, but he couldn’t tell if it was out of disgust or confusion or that she simply didn’t care. She sat down next to him, her tote bag on the floor. Taking a peak, Cassian recognized the character keychain that was attached to one of the straps.
“I like your Kafka charm.” Cassian mentioned as he tried to break the tension between them as his gaze traveled from the acrylic chibi keychain of the maroonish purple character from Honkai: Star Rail back to the woman’s face.
She gave him a once over that made Cassian tense up as he second guessed if wearing a Diablo IV shirt was the right move or not.
“I’m Cassian.”
He was met with silence.
Internally he winced. Maybe he was being too pushy. God knows what she’s had to experience in ranked games since very few men knew how to actually be respectful.
“Nesta.
Then her knuckle knocked against him before she went to select her character. Cassian’s breath left him that may have included a part of his soul as he stared at Nesta again.
“So you’re playing Johnny?” Nesta asked, viewing his side of the screen.
“I am. And you’re playing I-No?” Cassian responded as he watched the witch-like character on the screen.
“Birds of a feather and all.” She smirked.
Taken back, Cassian exclaimed. “You’re a witch?”
She laughed and Cassian had the urge to have his mind record the sound so he could listen to it on a loop in an endless stage of being down bad.
“Well, Sweetheart , I’m the bitch who’s gonna take your crown.” Nesta grinned.
“We’ll see about that, Sweetheart .” Cassian retorted.
The game booted up as the countdown from three flashed on the screen. Cassian was gonna win his three for three tournament after this.
~*~
“GG, BloodshedLord.” A smirk toying at Nesta’s lips as her screen showcased the word “Win”.
He blinked a few times, trying to process what all just happened. It was best three out of five matches with a total of five sets to complete. They were neck to neck pretty much the entire time, but in that final set, Nesta had hit the right combos just in the nick of time to beat Cassian.
In other cases, Cassian would laugh and hit back with the ‘GG’ but this time it was different. This time his heart and mind stopped working completely. Because he was sure of two things: he had just lost and he was in love with Nesta.
Nesta moved her hand in front of his face. “You good?”
Flushing red, Cassian shot up from his chair. “Yeah! I’m good. Cool good. The best good!”
She chuckled as she grabbed her bag. “You almost had me there. You were great.”
“Well you were better than great since you just beat me.” Cassian pointed to himself.
The crowd that came to watch started to disappear as the tournament had officially ended. A blur of faces appeared in his peripheral vision where some he recognized slightly, but none of them stood as his gaze locked onto Nesta’s.
She smiled softly before she cleared her throat. “Do you want to get out of here?”
He struggled to find words to say as excitement lingered through his body. He pushed his hair back, feeling the beads of sweat. Taking a small breath, Cassian tried to regain control of his thoughts and emotions.
“Thought you would never ask.”
~*~
Cassian may end up being featured in a true crime documentary. What idiot hops into a car with a person they don’t know??? This woman could be a serial killer for all he knew!
But what a way to go…
Nesta drove along I-270 in the middle lane as her beat up Corolla blended into the night. It was only when cars were traveling southbound did their high beams that made her 2013 car stand out.
“You sure you don’t mind me crashing?” Nesta asked again.
“You said you’re from Baltimore right? That’s not an easy commute, regardless of the time of day. I won’t force you, so it’s whatever you're comfortable with, but I want to make sure you have the option if you need it.” Cassian reassured her.
If you want it…
“Thanks.” She mumbled.
Her car was small enough that Cassian felt as though he was Mr. Incredible in the car he drove in the movie. Sometimes having a body like his wasn’t easy in cramped spaces.
A Taylor Swift song played as Nesta approached the exit towards the right. Cassian eased as best he could into the seat.
'Cause we breakdown a little
But when you get me alone, it's so simple
'Cause baby, I know what you know
We can feel it
~*~
As they entered his townhouse, Cassian never wanted roommates less than as he and Nesta walked through the door to find Azriel running a hand through short ginger locks that belonged to his roommate’s on and off again fuck buddy.
Azriel looked up, raising a brow. “You’re here on your own free will, right mam?”
“Fuck off, Az.” Cassian growled.
Nesta took off her shoes as Cassian closed then locked the door behind her. Shrugging off her coat, Cassian hung it up in the nearby closet.
“Yes, I beat his ass at the tournament.” Nesta gleamed.
Azriel whistled. “Damn, you must be really good if you could beat him.”
Taking her hand in his, Cassian glared at Azriel.
“Well, we best be off. Don’t fuck in the common space again. I’ll get Rhys involved next time.”
Eris sighed. “It wasn’t even penetration!”
Cassian pointed a finger at Eris. “Not your house, follow the rules.”
As Cassian led Nesta up the steps, he heard Azriel shout out.
“Ask him about his figurine collection!”
~*~
“I’m sorry about all of that.” Cassian apologized as he closed the door to his bedroom. Thank god he had decided to randomly clean it recently.
Nesta peered at his room. His monitor and pc setup was in the corner. A tv was nearby with his PS5 hooked in. Across the room was his king size bed that had some ruffled sheets.
“Can I get you anything?” He asked.
Nesta shook her head. “No…”
Her voice trailed off as she met Cassian’s gaze. Lust glazed over her eyes while Cassian’s jeans grew tight.
“But you could help me..”
“Anything! What do you need?” Cassian immediately responded.
“What a good boy.” She purred.
His jeans were even more tight now. Could she see the outline?
“Play another round of guilty gear? Loser has to bottom.” Nesta proposed. She eyed with hunger as her gaze fell to his computer.
Cassian groaned. “What if I don’t want to wait that long?”
She laughed, sitting on his bed. Her legs spread little by little, the view of her underwear becoming a bit more clearer. “Well I guess you best get to work then.” Her voice, husky.
With very little restraint, Cassian pulled Nesta’s bottom half to the edge of the bed. She gasped from the sudden movement but before she could say a word, he lifted her head for a kiss. The kiss burned him in all the right places as she moved her tongue along his lips.
They kissed as though their souls depended on it. The moans that both slipped from their mouths echoed lightly in the room. Soon he pulled away, breathing hard. His lips found her neck, sucking the skin, leaving bruises. Nesta moaned, her hands tangling in his hair, taking out his bun. The hair tie was lost to the floor.
“Fuck, Cassian.” Her breath heavy as his lips traveled south. Hands pulled her shirt off, showing a black bra. Nesta grinned as she unclapsed her bra, the undergarment tossed away. With ease, her hands undid the braids in her hair, letting it fall past her shoulders.
“Fuck.” Cassian groaned as he pushed Nesta back onto the covers. Both of his hands fit around her full breasts. He squeezed and teased her nipples by small pulls that kept her moaning. His lips fell to one and sucked and nipped. Nesta’s hips bucked, creating friction between their lower halves.
He eventually gave the same treatment to her other breast when Cassian was put on his back. A quiet oof left him as Nesta settled on top of him. She bit her lip looking down at him while she traced the outline of his cock. Cassian hissed, feeling his dick twitched.
“I wanna ride you.” Nesta spoke softly.
A pink blush flowed to her cheeks while she looked away. Taking her chin, he pulled her down to his level.
“Ride me, baby. I’m at your mercy and wrath.”
The two shared another passionate kiss as more clothes disappeared from view before they were completely bare.
“God, you’re so fucking big, baby.” Nesta cooed, her hand barely able to fit around the girth of his cock. A loud groan fell from his lips, the feel of her thumb at his slit, rubbing the precum over his shaft
“Later, I’m going to suck your cock and taste your finish. But I have higher priorities right now.” She mumbled.
Leaning forward, Nesta had her chest over Cassian’s. Reaching, he got his hand to her entrance. He thumb made contact with her clit. A gasp shuddered from Nesta as she whimpered his name. Desire pooled in his stomach, his cock grower harder.
“Put your fingers inside me. I can take two for now.”
“Nesta, are you sure?”
She pushed herself up, looking down at him.
“I’m not fragile, Cassian. I know what I want.”
“But I don’t want to hurt you..”
Nesta groaned. “It’s time that you shut up.”
Before Cassian could argue, Nesta crawled further up until her cunt was hovering over his face.
“What do you say?” She taunted, her hips swaying.
“P-please, Nesta.” Cassian groaned, drooling at the sight of her pink skin and manicured curls.
“Do you deserve me?” Her voice was warm like honey yet cruel but it all shot down to his cock, flexed against his body. Cassian gasped as he felt her pull on some of his hair.
“Don’t keep me waiting, baby.”
“I don’t.” Cassian groaned, but he cried out when Nesta pulled on his hair harder.
“You do. You do deserve me.”
“Say it.” Nesta demanded.
“I deserve you.”
“Good boy.” Nesta praised. “If it gets too much, just tap my thigh.”
He nodded eagerly before she lowered herself to him. Cassian’s mouth went everywhere, licking, sucking, and nipping in some places. One of his hands braced along her thigh, the other traveled to his face where he sunk two fingers inside Nesta, just as she had requested. Nesta squealed as his tongue lapped against her clit.
“Fuck, baby. I’m gonna cum if you keep doing that.”
Gently removing his fingers, his hand gripped her other thigh. Determination cut deep into him as he pulled Nesta closer. Oxygen be damned.
She chanted his name like a prayer as her orgasm crashed. A scream erupted from her lips that encouraged Cassian to keep going. From her thigh, Cassian brought his hand to her ass, slapping it hard.
“Baby please.” Nesta whined.
Cassian felt her hips begin to pull away as heavy breathing from both of them filled the space. Air rushed through his lips, but seeing the state of her own bruised lips, flushed cheeks, and her eyes softer in their edges, was better than breathing.
Lingering down, Nesta was above his hips now. She was so close that when he twitched he could feel her. He shuddered a gasp as she took his cock in her hand.
“Are you ready?” She asked.
Cassian stumbled over his words that made her smile softly.
“Breathe, baby.”
Following her suggestion, he took a deep breath in then slowly released it.
“Are you ready?” Nesta asked again.
“Yes.” Cassian whimpered.
“Don’t worry about finishing inside me. I’m on birth control.”
Lowering herself, Nesta slipped his cock inside her. Immediately Cassian bucked his hips, making Nesta moan. She sunk down bit after bit as it drove Cassian wild. She was so tight, squeezing his cock. When she hit home, Nesta tilted her head at him.
“Do your worst.”
Without a second thought, Cassian’s hands gripped her hips, lifting her just slightly enough that his hips could rise and slam into her. They groaned at the contact, the two moving in unison. Curses coated their tongues as they yelled out. She leaned back, her breasts bouncing at every move.
Reaching up, Cassian played with one of her nipples, feeling her cunt tighten.
Then her hand reached down, curling around his throat. She squeezed semi-tightly, making Cassian cough. Tears surfaced in his eyes at the ecstasy he felt in that moment. Nesta watched as the tears slipped down his cheeks, the pleasure too good and too much, and he never wanted it to stop.
“Holy fucking shit, Nesta.” Cassian whimpered, continuing his powerful thrusts into her.
Pulling her hand away, it was slightly easier to breathe.
“Fuck, I’m not gonna last longer.” Nesta stated, her skin flushed.
“It’s okay, baby. We’ll get there together.” Cassian reassured her.
Leaning back down, Nesta’s lips found Cassian’s. They swirled tongues and rocked teeth as the monsong of their orgasms crashed together, leaving his bedsheets drenched.
Pulling herself off of him, Nesta curled at Cassian’s side, her head on his chest. For a moment it was only breathing that was spoken between them. Then Nesta smirked as she reached over, her hand playing with his cock again.
“Fuck, Nesta!” He shuddered as his legs twitched but nothing left him as he had emptied everything inside her.
Laughing she leaned back down, kissing his sweat covered skin.
“You’re a menace.” He said.
Nesta shrugged. “I’ve been called worse.”
“Rematch in twenty?”
“You want to go again so soon?” A puzzling look crossed her face.
He rolled his eyes. “In guilty gear.”
She smirked. “Loser bottoms?”
Cassian grinned. “Not that I will need it, but it’s a good thing I have strawberry jam lube in my drawer.”
They laughed as they rested once again. She kissed the spaces near his eyes, where his tears dripped. His fingers traced along her back, feeling the goosebumps from the slight touches. Nesta lowered her head from his face, peppering gentle kisses along his collarbone, nuzzling into his skin.
After a moment, she pulled back. “So about those figurines.”
“Shut up.” Cassian pulled her into a kiss, both of them smiling.
Blurb bit maybe? Since girlie and mechanic matty have those weeks they are both busy and can’t see each other, matty encourages girlie to get a dildo and he helps her through it for the first time on the phone?? I feel like he’d be so so sweet and she’d be a ball of nerves. Matty’s corruption kink at its finest.
your skin was on fire, sheets that covered the mattress of the bed in your apartment clung to your skin as you pant into the air and through the speaker of the phone right into matty’s ear, only fueling his dirty mouth further.
“that’s it, princess, gotta get yourself ready for my cock.” his voice is deep and raspy, shooting straight down to your core. you whine at his words, trying to ignore the cramp in your wrist as you fucked yourself with two of your own fingers, wishing that they were matty’s instead. “fuck, you’re such a dirty girl, making me buy you a toy because you couldn’t wait to see me. such a fucking slut to be fucked that you’ll take it anyway you can get it, isn’t that right?”
you whine, nodding against the mattress despite the fact that he couldn’t see you, you knew he wasn’t expecting a verbal response anyway. buying the toy that was laying next to you on the bed actually wasn’t your idea at all, matty had gotten the idea after a particularly desperate phone call from you where you had begged and pleaded for him to just make the drive down to campus so he could fuck you because your fingers just weren’t enough.
he had made the drive, of course he did, breaking every traffic law in the book to get to you as quickly as possible. but after a couple of rounds, you were sleeping on his chest and he was doing research on his phone for a solution for next time, knowing that george was growing tired of his impromptu visits throughout the week that resulted in george having to run the shop the following morning until matty made it there.
said solution was the main cause for the fire under your skin, the anticipation coursing through your veins as you followed matty’s instructions to get yourself ready for it, for him. the thought of matty referring to the silicone as himself had you feeling dizzy and your eyes rolling back as you curl your fingers and moan into your boyfriend's ear.
“that’s it, good girl, such a good girl for me.” matty praises, palming himself over his pants to relieve some of the pressure, refusing to touch himself because he wanted all his focus to be on you. “why don’t you take those fingers out and clean them off, sweet girl?”
you whine at the loss, clenching around nothing as you bring your coated fingers up to your mouth, swirling your tongue around your own digits in a dramatic act to ensure that your boyfriend could hear it on the other end.
“fuck, baby, taste good?” you hum in agreement, matty groans out of jealousy. “alright, take ‘em out. gonna fill that pretty mouth of yours with something else now.” your stomach flips in anticipation, moaning, already knowing what matty was hinting at. “yeah, you want that? you wanna suck daddy’s dick, baby?”
you whine, squirming against the bed, his words shooting straight down to your clenching core. “please.” your fingers were already reaching out for the toy laying next to you, the foreign feeling of silicone against your palm had your heart racing. “please, daddy, need it.”
“fuck, baby.” matty groans, squeezing himself harder at the image of you, hissing through the speaker of the phone. “suck me off, princess, get me ready to fuck you.”
you whine, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth as you squirm against the mattress, staring at the hot pink silicone with a stomach that flutters with nerves and love for the fact that matty has ordered you one in your favorite color.
“come on, baby, don’t keep daddy waiting.” matty encourages, palming himself over his jeans slower now, focusing all his attention on the sounds coming through the other end of the phone. when matty hears a muffled moan come through his end, knowing your mouth was full by the sound, his own head drops back against his headboard in a moan as if he was feeling all the pleasure that the silicone toy was, squeezing himself and palming faster now. “that’s it, baby girl, you feel so fucking good. you take my cock so well, such a pretty fucking mouth, fuck.”
matty tosses his head back in a groan, the image of you on your knees in front of him burned behind his eyelids and had him finally undoing the button of his jeans, feeling dizzy and desperate at the sound of you slurping through the speaker of his phone.
you felt similar at the fact that with your eyes closed, it almost felt as though you were sucking matty’s dick instead of a toy, the sound of his zipper being undone has you moaning around the hot pink silicone. “daddy.”
“fuck.” matty groans at the name and the feeling of his palm wrapped around himself, hissing through the speaker as he slowly starts to pump himself to the rhythm he could hear you sucking the toy off to. “take me in deeper, baby, know you can do better than that.” matty encourages. “want you to choke on daddy’s cock, come on, let me hear you.”
you whine, gripping the base of the toy tighter as you relax your throat to take it down further, heart pounding against your chest as the toy hits the back of your throat. tears brim at your eyes as matty’s hand starts to pump himself faster, holding his own breath until he hears the unmistakable sound of you gagging over the silicone. he groans, hand squeezing his length before flying over it in a pace that had him barreling close to the edge. “oh fuck, baby. you did so good, such a good fucking girl. need you to pull off now though, okay? you got daddy so fucking close and i don’t wanna cum yet.”
your mind is in a haze at matty’s words, it all felt so realistic, felt as though it was matty’s length sliding out of your mouth instead as you pull the toy from your lips with a pop.
“don’t wanna cum til i’m inside of you, princess, wanna feel that pussy clenching around me while i cum.” matty’s filthy mouth voices, squeezing a hand over his base as he speaks. you whimper at the idea, so desperate to feel the toy inside of you, to feel him inside of you. “you want that, baby? want daddy to fill you up?” you whine, nodding, knowing he can’t see you but sure he knows what you’re doing. “words, angel, need to hear you say it.” matty tsks. “beg for my cock.”
“please.” you whine, lowering the toy down between your soaked thighs, sure that you were dripping on the mattress. “please, daddy.” you beg, teasing the tip of the toy at your entrance because you know that’s what matty would be doing if he were here. “need you to fuck me, need you, please.”
you know if matty were here, that’s all it would take for him to slide home, eyes rolling back in pleasure as he fills you up. but sitting here now, you couldn’t help but wait for matty to give you permission first, holding your breath and gripping the base of the toy until matty spoke the words. “want you to fill yourself up, princess, fill that pussy up with daddy’s cock. go on, let me hear you.”
you continue to hold your breath as you push the toy inside of you, only releasing the air in your lungs through pants as the silicone stretches you out and relieves the pressure in your core that your fingers couldn’t, a broken groan tumbling from your lips as the base of the toy meets your folds. you’re dizzy at the feeling of being so full, the toy was smaller than matty, but still had the power to have your eyes rolling back into your skull as you pull it out slowly just to push it back in.
you find a rythym quickly once you get used to the stretch of the toy, desperate to build up to a pace that you know matty would be fucking you with, matching the one you could hear him pumping himself with as you moan into his ear and encourage him to pump himself faster.
“look at you, taking my cock so fucking well, fucking made for it.” matty speaks through a clenched jaw, pumping himself in a pace that had his mind spinning just as fast as the image of you laid out underneath him did.
he could picture your face as you fuck yourself so vividly, the image of you falling apart was a sight that he had memorized down to t as this point, having witnessed it so many times. the way your eyes flutter closer, the way your cheeks tint pink, the way your bottom lip is pulled between your teeth to try and conceal the moans that eventually fall out when your jaw goes slack from the immense amount of pleasure. he knows now that your jaw is slack with the constant stream of whimpers and moans flowing into his ear as you fuck yourself for him.
“you feel me splitting you open, baby?” matty groans, swiping his thumb over his tip with a hiss. you groan out a yes that has matty sliding his hand down his length to grip the base of his cock before pumping himself to match the pace he could hear you fucking yourself with. fast and hard, just the way he knows you like it.
you ignore the ache in your wrist as you fuck yourself harder, chasing the release that you’re so desperate for matty to give you.
“want you to rub your clit, baby, two fingers.” matty orders, you sigh in relief, desperate to ease some of the ache of the throbbing bundle of nerves. you miss the callus of matty’s fingers as you rub tight circles over your clit, eyes rolling back at the pleasure that courses through your veins and you clench around the toy at the feeling. “fuck, baby, so fucking tight. can feel that pussy clenching around me, fuck.” matty groans at the perfect time, knowing your body inside and out to the point where he knows how you were reacting even through a phone call. the idea has your back arching off the bed, the new angle had another broken groan tumbling from your lips. “you getting close, baby? yeah? you wanna cum all over daddy’s cock?”
“yes.” you whine. “please.” you beg as your fingers rub tight circles over your bundle of nerves, fucking yourself with the toy faster now that you could feel the fire of heat in your stomach climbing up your spine, desperate for matty to give you the permission to fall apart. “please, daddy, please.”
“fuck, princess.” matty groans, pumping himself faster and chasing his own release, drunk on the feeling of power as you follow his every command. “cum for me, baby girl, cum all over my cock. you deserve it, such a good fucking girl.”
the remainder of matty’s praise gets tuned out by the ringing in your ears as your orgasm crashes into you, your legs shaking and a stream of matty’s name tumbling from your lips as you fall apart all over the silicone toy.
“yeah, that’s right, fuck. so fucking pretty when you cum.” matty groans, being able to picture your face as you fall apart so vividly that he could feel that he was about to finish himself. “you want me to cum inside you, princess?” and realistically, both of you knew this was impossible, but that didn’t stop you both from moaning at the idea. “fill you up nice and full of daddy’s cum?”
“please.” you beg through the aftershocks of your own orgasm. “fill me up, daddy, make me yours.”
matty hisses through pants of breath as he pumps himself two more times, a guttural groan tumbling from his lips as he falls apart all over his hand, pumping himself through it with a slack jaw. “fuck.”
“yeah.” you giggle, panting to try and catch your breath through a smile. “i think this was a wonderful purchase.”
matty snorts. “yeah? i knew you’d think so, dirty girl.” wrinkling his nose at the cum that covered his hand, wishing that you were here to clean it up for him. “think that will hold you off until the weekend?” matty asks, you hum in agreement, clenching around the toy that remained inside of you. “good, because you’re not allowed to cum until then.”
this is part of the mechanic!au universe, if you haven't read the series then you probably should <3
part one | part two | part three | epilogue | oneshots in this au
you were never one to be prone to jealousy, not needing to be when your boyfriend was so obsessed with you. but when a pretty, young college girl stumbles into healy motors just as clueless, eager and flirtatious as you had been a year ago - desperate for your boyfriends attention, you take matty into the back storage room and remind him who he belongs to for once.
minors do not interact!
tags: 18+, age gap, jealousy, bondage, degradation, oral (m receiving), face fucking, teasing, edging, foot play? (she grinds on his boot lol), d word, unprotected sex, semi-public/public sex, choking, dom/sub undertones, filthy disgusting sleazy
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You were knee deep in research for a term paper that your professor had assigned you weeks ago but you had waited until the very last minute to do. In your defense, you had an older boyfriend who lived a little under an hour away who you found far more inclined to spend your free time with rather than doing school work.
In hindsight, you wish you had started on the stupid paper sooner, because now it was the weekend and your nose was pressed into citations instead of your boyfriend's stomach. It was a Saturday afternoon and you were staring at the tick that flashed in the middle of a sentence that you had started to type but had lost your train of thought when you heard the sound of a car revving throughout the shop.
You weren’t going to allow this weekend to be a total waste, only having to bat your eyes at Matty once before he agreed to let you work on your term paper at Healy Motors - making you pinky swear that you would actually work on it and not get distracted. And you had been doing a good job of it, for the first twenty minutes at least. But it was hard to focus on the words in front of you when the sound of metal clanking was insistent and only seemed to grow louder the longer your started at the flashing tick, hard to focus when your eyes kept trailing over your laptop screen so you could glance across the shop at Matty and watch him work - a sight you had seen more times than you could count at this point, yet it still had that familiar heat rolling through your stomach.
You couldn’t help but get distracted when Matty’s arms flexed as he tightened bolts on a tire, when he ran his greased stained fingers through his hair or when he was pulling that goddamn black bandana from his back pocket and wiping sweat off of his hairline - the same bandana you had found yourself bound or gagged with in the past.
The sight of something so innocent yet so obscene hanging out of the back pocket of his jeans, it was hard to pull your eyes away from it, especially when he was pulling it from the denim so he could wipe his mouth - you couldn’t help but think of how soaked it had been with your spit when Matty fucked you over the hood of your car months ago. You wondered if his head was full of the same thoughts as your own as the black fabric wiped across his mouth, when Matty’s dark eyes found your own with a wink, you knew he had been.
Matty’s pulled the black bandana away from his mouth, revealing the smirk that had been hidden behind it as he stuffed the paisley print back into the pocket of his jeans, his eyes dropping down to your laptop and widening ever so slightly - a silent reminder that you were getting distracted, which was the exact opposite of what you had promised.
You huff with a roll of your eyes, blowing him a kiss in the air that he dramatically pretended to catch and stuff in the front pocket of his jeans with a wink. You laugh softly, shaking your head at his antics before turning your attention back to the flashing tick on the screen in front of you, finally remembering the rest of the sentence you had forgotten in the middle of before.
You had made yourself at home in George’s work area, sprawling your laptop and notes out along his unoccupied counter. Matty had sent you over to George’s station not too long after you had settled in his own, quick to realize that you would get no work done if you were so close to him. George didn’t mind, he wasn’t busy at all for the day, he was happy to clear his area for you so you could get some work done. For the most part, he left you alone, only distracting you every so often to make a joke at Matty’s expense.
You were so deeply focused on typing out a paragraph of information before you forgot where your head was at that the feeling of strong, tattooed arms wrapping around your chest from behind had you startled. You were quick to melt in them when the smell of faded cologne mixed with the overpowering smell of cigarettes and oil clouded your brain, a soft kiss placed against your cheek before curly hair was nuzzling against it as your boyfriend rested his chin on your shoulder, rubbing a thumb along the inside of your arm and mumbling into your neck. “How’s it going?”
“Hi, mister ‘no distractions.’” You tease, leaning back against his chest and cursing that the back of the chair was in between the two of you, preventing you from being fully against him. Matty pinched the inside of your arm that he has been rubbing soothingly in retaliation to the tease, sending a soft airy laugh from your lips. “It’s alright, I guess. I feel like my brain is melting out of my ears.”
Matty hummed, nuzzling his face more into your neck and kissing the pulse point, heat rolled through your stomach at the feeling as he spoke against the side of your neck. “I thought I was the only one who gave you that feeling.”
“Oh, really? I seem to have forgotten. Maybe you should take me to the bathroom and remind me.” You spoke in as innocent of a voice as you could manage, running your manicured nails along his arm that held you tighter now.
“Forgotten already? Real short term memory if you can’t remember what happened last night.” Grazing teeth every so slightly against the side of your neck before mumbling against it. “Little minx.”
The memory of Matty pulling on your hair as he railed you from behind had you blushing down to your roots, positive that if you were to pull your skirt down now that bruises from his fingertips would still remain. Matty could almost hear you reliving the memory, pinching the inside of your arm again to awake you from your daydream.
“Need you to focus on your school work, baby, can’t be my little desk girl if you don’t graduate.” Matty teased. “I’m relying on that big, beautiful brain of yours to keep my head on straight here, don’t fail me now.”
You couldn’t help the smile that graced your face at his words, at the reminder of the life ahead of you once you finally graduated - something so close that you could taste it. You had chosen an accounting degree because your father had been breathing down your neck to just pick something, he didn’t care what you did as long as you had a degree, you guessed you couldn’t complain too much - he was the one paying for it after all.
You regretted your decision from the moment you had chosen it, immediately getting shot down when you had mentioned switching degrees, mentally preparing yourself for a life full of boring corporation jobs and ugly pencil skirts.
But then Matty had offered you a job at Healy Motors behind rosy cheeks and a hesitant smile, nervous for your response. The idea of keeping financial records and making sure a business stayed afloat didn’t seem so bad when the business belonged to your boyfriend.
“Oh, come on.” You knew exactly the right strings to pull to entice him, knew exactly what tone of voice to speak with to get your way and if Matty could see your eyes right now, you’d be batting them and putting the final nail in the coffin. It worked every single time. But the position you found yourself tangled with him in didn’t allow for that, so you relied on tracing faint shapes into his arm that flexed at the feeling. “One assignment won’t flunk me, I’ll be fine.”
“Don’t use that voice on me.” Matty scolds in a teasing tone with another light pinch at your arm. “I haven’t met your parents yet.” He reminds with his lips against your neck, a teasing tone at play. “Don’t think Daddy’s gonna like me very much if he knows you fell behind because of me.”
And oh, did you like the sound of that falling from his lips and spoken against the side of your neck. The collar of your shirt suddenly felt as though it was choking you as the word repeated on a loop over and over in your mind, swallowing thickly as Matty continued on with a smile against your neck, completely unaware of the spiral one spoken word had sent you down.
“After all, I’ve already corrupted his little princess and made her all mine.” Matty mumbled against your neck, trailing kisses up the side of it and causing your stomach to roll with heat. You were still on a spiral from the name before, feeling almost dizzy now as he wrapped you around his finger, cursing him - this was supposed to go the other way around. “If you’re good for me and finish your paper,” Matty trailed off in favor of licking your ear lobe before whispering hotly in your ear. “I’ll give you what you want after.”
The spoken promise had heat shooting to your core, absolutely positive that there was no way in hell that you could focus on writing this fucking research paper now. You were sure Matty was aware of the fact if the smile against your neck told you anything. You swallowed thickly, some form of a beg on your tongue that died in your throat when you were no longer alone.
“Oi! If you two are gonna fuck, you can go back to your own station.” Spoken through a scoff. “Don’t need Matty’s jizz all over my shit.”
George.
For him to be considered a wingman, he sure was a cockblock.
You blushed as Matty chuckled against your neck, slowly pulling away to stand up, almost as though he was pouring a cold bucket of water over you now that the heat of his body wasn’t wrapped around you anymore. Matty stood straight now, hands lingered on your shoulders and giving them a massage. “What about hers?”
George graced him with a teasing smile. “Oh, hers is more than welcome.”
It was something George liked to do often, tease Matty about you just to get a rise out of him. The both of you knew he was only joking, shaking your head softly as laughter poured out of him when he noticed Matty squeezing your shoulders tighter. “No time for that, I’ve got an appointment in a few.”
“Oh, so I get her all to myself then.” George wiggled his eyebrows through a laugh that only grew in volume when Matty fixed him with an unimpressed glare accompanied by a tense jaw. “Down boy, I’m only joking.” The blonde raised his hands in defense. “Whatcha got? You gonna need some help?”
“Some guy, Dakota?” Matty shrugged, back to massaging your shoulders with ease now. “Shouldn’t, think he just needs his tires rotated.”
George hummed, leaning against his work space counter that you had made home on. “And how is this all going, you almost done?”
You huff, leaning back further against the chair and Matty’s stomach, rolling your eyes. “Shit.” George and Matty both snort at your antics. “I’m seriously considering dropping out.”
“Ah, wouldn’t that just be the cherry on top for your father.” George teased, causing you to roll your eyes once more, harder this time. “Shagging an older man and dropping out of college? Oh, he’d have a heart attack.”
“That’s exactly what I told her.” Matty’s voice just short of bragging. “You’re so close to graduating, be a bit silly to drop out now.”
You huff, shoulders slumping, staring at the screen of your laptop in front of you - that damn flashing tick mocking you. “To be fair, mate, think she’d get a lot more work done if you’d leave her alone.”
“This is the first time I’ve been over here in ages.” Matty scoffed. “But I do have to head back over to my area, Dakota should be here any minute now.” And then a soft kiss was being placed to the top of your head, one that George gagged at, shielding his eyes away as Matty tipped your chin up so he could kiss you properly. The upside down kiss had your stomach doing somersaults and a pink tint washing over your cheeks. “Good luck, darling.” Dark eyes looking over at George pointedly. “Don’t let him distract you.”
“Oi!” George yelled at Matty’s treating figure, scoffing and shaking his head, speaking softer now that Matty was back in his own area. “As if I’m the one who nearly just fucked you on the counter while you were in the middle of typing a paragraph.”
You snort out a laugh, covering your mouth to try and conceal it, too busy laughing to truly think about what you were saying. “Wouldn’t be the first time he did.”
As soon as it left your mouth, your eyes widened, laughter stopping abruptly. “I mean-“
“I fucking knew it.” George shook his head softly, narrowing his eyes. “I knew it. That fucker lied to me.”
“Anyway.” You stressed, staring at your laptop to avoid George’s stare, manicured nails hovering over the keyboard. “I have work to do.”
“Oh, I’m sure you do.” George snorted, shaking his head as he started to walk away, still close enough for you to hear him mumble. “Fucking animals.”
Now that you were free from all distractions, you were quick to get to work, the promise Matty had whispered in your ear earlier fueling the fire under your ass to knock this term paper out so you could spend the remainder of the weekend with your brain melting out of your ears due to him and not school work. Your manicured nails flew across the keyboard of your laptop, pulling out words you didn’t even know you knew from the deepest parts of your brain as you worked diligently to get this done. In the matter of ten minutes, you had managed to write enough paragraphs to have you feeling far more confident in yourself than before, checking the word count and smiling to yourself when you realized that you were in the home stretch now.
You were in the middle of typing a sentence when you heard the sound of Matty’s laugh echoing throughout the shop, effectively making you lose your train of thought, fingers frozen over the keyboard as you desperately tried to remember what you were trying to say. The forgotten words were on the tip of your tongue, but you had no hope in remembering them when the sound of Matty’s laughter kept ringing in your ears.
You huff, shoulders slumping as you brought two fingers up to your temples to rub at them, glancing up at the time in the corner of your laptop and realizing that you had done an exceptional amount of work in an impressive amount of time. You felt as though you deserved a little bit of a distraction for all of your hard work, glancing over the top of your laptop in the direction of where Matty’s laughter was coming from and - oh.
Earlier when Matty had mentioned that he had an appointment with someone named Dakota, you had expected it to be some young lanky boy with enough knowledge about cars to keep your boyfriend talking for hours on end, Matty had clearly expected the same - you recalled him using male pronouns earlier. So when your eyes landed on what could only be described as the complete opposite, you suddenly had no interest in the work in front of you, sitting up straighter in your chair and narrowing your eyes on the reason Matty’s laughter had been bouncing off the walls.
A pretty, young girl, she didn’t look to be much older than you, with manicured nails that twirled her long blonde hair and eyes that gleamed up at your boyfriend, hanging onto his every word and giggling at the simplest of things that left his mouth.
You felt a roll of nausea churn in your stomach at the all too familiar sight before you - a young, naive little girl who knew absolutely nothing about cars stumbling into a mechanic shop and meeting a gorgeous man who made you feel seen, made you feel heard, made you feel alive.
You recognized the look in her eyes because a year ago, you were that young, naive little girl.
It was like deja vu, almost like an out of body experience as you watched the all too familiar scene unfold before you - a skirt being pulled up higher when Matty turned around, a lip pulled between her pearly white teeth as she scanned her eyes along the way his shirt clung to the muscles in his back as he got to work on her car, a phrase being spoken that had your heart dropping.
“You can take a seat if you want.” Matty called out over his shoulder, not even bothering to look at the girl as he leaned down to start undoing the lug nuts on her tires. “Might be here awhile.”
There was no chance in hell that you were going to get any work done now, not when the girl - Dakota, was looking around the space in front of her and bypassing the unoccupied chair in favor of sliding herself on top of the counter in his work space, kicking her feet softly and making home against a surface that belonged to you.
White-hot rage boiled throughout your veins, unblinking as you stared at the girl, eyes flashing down to Matty who had his back turned to her and hadn’t even noticed where Dakota had decided to sit. You watched with eyes that you wished could catch fire as the blonde looked down at her chest before glancing over at Matty to make sure he wasn’t paying attention before pulling her already skimpy top down even lower and pushing her breasts up higher.
You could feel the spiral brewing in your mind before you could stop it, you had no doubt in your mind that Matty would absolutely never, but it didn’t help that you felt as though you were watching a memory pulled from your head and played out before your eyes.
Matty hummed to himself as he loosened the lug nuts from the tires on the car in front of him, trained hands quick at work, completely unaware of the way Dakota was plotting her seduction techniques - too busy thinking about what he was going to do to you in reward for finishing your term paper.
The silence throughout the shop was making his skin crawl, wracking his brain to try and find something to converse with the stranger about, not typically caring about the answer when he asked. “So, you in college?”
“I am.” Dakota grinned through a giggle, twirling her blonde hair in an enticing way despite the fact that Matty wasn’t even looking at her. “Nursing.”
Matty nodded, rolling a tire off to the side and allowing it to rest against a beam. “That’s cool.”
You felt as though you were on fire, white knuckled with eyes glued to the scene playing out before you, the familiarity of it was nauseating. For Matty to have once assured you that you were the only girl he had ever fooled around with in the shop, this was all starting to sound a little too fucking familiar for you to still believe him.
Rationally, you knew that despite the similarities, Matty’s disinterest in the girl perched on top of the counter should have been enough for you to feel at ease - but you couldn’t help it. You always teased Matty for the way he got jealous over the smallest of things, but now that you had the feeling coursing through your own veins, you understood him.
Dakota sighed dramatically, drawing Matty’s attention over to her, a fox-like grin spreading over her face as she slowly started to peel out of her jacket. Matty’s eyes never strayed from her face, yet still widened ever so slightly as she threw it off to the side and fanned her face theatrically. “It’s hot in here.”
“Uh-” Matty cut himself off in favor of clearing his throat, quickly turning his attention back to the tires in front of him, skilled hands more unsure and shaky now as he loosened more lug nuts.
“It’s like deja vu, innit?” George’s sudden presence startled you, you probably would have noticed him leaning against the counter you were working on if you hadn’t been so busy sending death glares at Dakota. “For a second, I thought that was you sitting up there.”
You knew George meant it as a joke, teasing you as he always did, but the fact that someone else had also noticed the all too familiar scene was enough for you to finally stand up from your chair, allowing your feet to carry you across the concrete floor of the shop before you could think rationally. The only thing on your mind was the need to mark him, to own him, to show the blonde girl fantasizing about him that the boy is mine.
Like a moth drawn to a flame, Matty could feel your presence, dark eyes immediately landing on you. The uncomfortability in his eyes immediately replaced with a mix of love and maybe a hint of something smug as he watched you make your way over towards them, fighting off a smirk of his own with each step closer you got, slowly moving to stand up next to the car as Dakota carried on with her antics completely unaware of the fact that you were about to rain all over her parade.
“So, do you have a girlfriend?” Dakota asked in a high voice that you knew wasn’t her real voice, jaw clenching as you inched closer and closer to Matty who was now leaning up against the car waiting on you, dark eyes scanning along the expanse of your body with a smirk. “I can’t imagine a guy like you tying yourself down to just one girl.”
And in her defense, that was something that rang true with Matty - until he met you. He had no desire to tie himself down in a relationship, always arguing that there were so many women out there in the world that it seemed silly to choose just one forever. Clearly, that ideology got thrown out the window the second his eyes landed on you that very first night you came to get your car fixed, standing in the middle of the shop like a lost puppy and driving him insane. He knew within the first ten minutes of talking to you what all the fuss surrounding monogamy was about.
The question was no sooner tumbled from her lips and you were in front of her, intentionally knocking against one of her dangling legs as you walked right past her in favor of making your way over to your boyfriend who already had you all figured out. Matty’s smirk deepened, leaning back against the car with his tattooed arms crossed over his chest, looking you up and down once more now that you were only a few steps away from him and he could get a better look at you. “Hey baby.”
You didn’t reply, too busy grabbing his face between your manicured hands and pulling his lips against your own in a kiss that was inching the line of too graphic for the public eye. Matty’s arms were quick to uncross from his chest in favor of grabbing your hips, pinching the one that was out of her line of vision, smirking against your mouth as he allowed you to make your point, to mark your territory.
Once the boiling rage inside of you had melted down to a simmering heat, you pulled away from the kiss, eyes drawn to the way Matty licked his own after. Matty cleared his throat, threading an arm around your waist as he pulled you into his side, looking over at the blonde who’s face now matched the way yours had looked when you first came over here - green with envy. “This is my girl-”
“I’m his wife.” You cut Matty off with an overly bright smile, tilting your head and giving her a sarcastic wave of your fingers, stomach flipping when you felt Matty’s fingers dig into the side of your waist. You quite liked the feel of that.
Matty cleared his throat of a laugh, smirking to himself and shaking his head softly at you. “Right, sorry, must have forgotten your ring at home, then?”
Matty’s teasing tone had you sending a glare up at him, wrapping an arm of your own behind his back and slipping it under his shirt so you could dig your fingernails into the bare skin of his back, earning you a deeper dig of his fingers into your waist. “I must have.”
Matty’s dark eyes flickered down to your lips for a split second, digging your fingernails deeper into his back at the sight, jump starting him to open his mouth again, turning his attention over to the blonde and speaking through a smug smile. “This is my girl, isn’t she pretty?”
You preen at his words, a cocky smile gracing your face as Dakota shifted against the counter, you made a mental note to scrub the counter clean of her germs as soon as she left.
“Yeah, she’s -” Dakota paused so she could scan her blue eyes across your frame, you shifted under her gaze, narrowing your eyes when she locked her own with yours - a snarky smile spreading over her pale face as she tilted her head in a condescending way. “Cute.”
You were no stranger to her tone, you knew exactly what she meant by that, taking a step forward, ready to actually lay hands on the girl but Matty’s tight hand around your waist kept you from doing so.
“Mate, can I borrow your lighter? I’m trying to go take a smoke break but mine won’t fucking light.” George, bless him, spoke through the thick tension between you and Dakota.
“George.” You beamed, tilting your head to the side and giving him the brightest smile you could muster up, the blonde already quick to groan, knowing you were about to ask him for something. “You wanna take this over? I need Matty for a minute.”
George eyed the two of you, trying to figure out answers to the questions whirring in his mind just from looking at you. Matty spoke up before George had the chance to. “I’m almost done, it’ll only be a few more minutes, I don’t need him to take over.”
George opened his mouth to speak, yet again was cut off by you talking over him, glaring up at Matty and speaking more sternly now - pressing your nails into his back to make your motive more clear. “George can take over.”
“I can take over.” George nodded, finally being able to get a word in, tilting his head down at Matty with a knowing grin on his face. “Think you better go with her, mate.”
You grin at George, only widening when his brown eyes rolled before shooting you an all knowing wink. You pulled your hand out from under the back of Matty’s shirt in favor of grabbing his wrist, ignoring Dakota’s huff of protest as you dragged Matty throughout the shop, a tight grip on the numbers tattooed on his wrist as you zig zagged your way through to the back storage room. A place where brand new tires, extra sets of tools and various car parts were stored, waiting to be used but otherwise abandoned. It was a path you knew by heart, a room Matty had taken you in more times than you could count at this point, the entire shop knew if they saw the two of you headed that way to not even bother coming near it.
Normally when Matty was the one dragging you down this path, your cheeks were tinted pink out of embarrassment as the men watched the two of you with all knowing eyes, but now you couldn’t find it in yourself to be embarrassed. You felt powerful with your fingers wrapped around Matty’s wrist, dragging him through the door to the storage room and letting it slam shut.
You turned to face Matty who was already facing you with a shit eating grin, tilting his head to the side, cocky and patronizing. “Care to remind me when we got married? I don’t seem to recall.”
“Shut the fuck up.” You spoke through gritted teeth, not even giving him the chance to expand the smug smirk on his face before crashing your lips against his own, both of you moaning at the contact as the kiss very quickly grew to be more tongue and teeth than anything else.
Matty’s hands were quick to find home on your hips, squeezing them before allowing them to slide to the backs of your thighs in preparation for him to pick you up, quick to wrap your legs around his waist and make him swallow a groan as he blindly walked the two of you towards the makeshift desk that you had been bent over more times than you could count.
Matty lowered you down on top of the desk, tugging your bottom lip between his teeth and releasing it with a pop before diving back in for more. You could feel your mind already growing to be quite hazy, already forgetting the reason you had dragged him back into this room in the first place and that simply wouldn’t do. You needed to gain back control. You trailed your hands away from his face and down the expanse of his arms, squeezing a muscle on the journey down and causing Matty to nip at your lip again. The journey of your hands traveled down his back next, slipping one hand under his shirt while the other trailed lower to the back pocket of his jeans, slyly slipping the paisley printed square from it as you dragged the material of his shirt up until Matty was breaking away long enough to take it off.
As soon as the shirt was off Matty’s frame he was quick to lean back down to kiss you but you were quick to put a hand to his chest to stop him from doing so, staring up at the man who’s thick eyebrows were drawing together in confusion with innocent eyes and a faint smirk. You pushed against Matty’s chest, his body not budging even slightly, only taking a step away from you when you raised an eyebrow at him and pushed against it again. Matty narrowed his eyes, trying to figure you out, giving you space to hop down from the desk.
Even now that he was towering over you, you couldn’t help but still feel that all mighty power as you trailed your hand down to the middle of his chest, pushing against it and walking forward, a dark smile growing over your face as Matty followed blindly, walking backwards until his back hit against the concrete wall, wincing as the exposed pipe along the wall dug into his spine.
You pulled your bottom lip between your teeth to try and combat the smile that spread over your face, trailing your hand down his chest that started to rise and fall more rapidly the lower it got, his stomach caving in slightly under your hand - the sound of his heavy breathing filled the silence as your hand traced the blue ink on his hip. You allowed your hand to slip a little lower, teasing along the waistband of his jeans before hooking a finger through the loop of the denim and tugging on it slightly.
“You gonna tell me what all of this is about?” Matty’s voice had already dropped an octave lower, speaking through pants that told you that you already had him in the palm of your hand. “Why you felt the need to drag me back here while I was in the middle of helping a customer? How do you expect me to run a business if you don’t learn how to be patient?”
“Oh, please.” You scoffed, tugging on the loop of his jeans again and fixing him with a pointed look. “Like you didn’t notice her eye fucking you.”
“I didn’t notice her at all.” Matty corrects, dark eyes trailing down your body and back up with a smirk that was all too teasing. “Not until she took her jacket off anyway.” You stretched your pinky up to dig a nail into the blue ink on his hip, only stretching the smirk on his face wider, tilting his head down at you in a condescending way. “Is my little girl jealous?”
Matty brought a hand up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. “She reminded me of you, you know.” rubbing your cheek with his thumb before bringing it down to trail over your bottom lip. “That first night I met you, so fucking eager and desperate for my attention.” Pulling on your bottom lip with his thumb until he was satisfied with the distance and released it back with a pop. “Guess a year hasn’t changed you all that much.”
You swallowed thickly, could feel the power slipping through your fingers as Matty’s fingers took hold of your chin, tipping it up so he could fix you with a feverish kiss that had your legs growing weaker and weaker with each passing swipe of his tongue against your own - mumbling against your lips. “What did you think was gonna happen?”
Matty pulled away from the kiss, taking your bottom lip with it, releasing it in favor of running his thumb along the swollen, bitten raw expanse of it. Smirk evident on his face - dark, dangerous eyes scanned your face, warning you that his poking and prodding was far from done.
“Did you think I was gonna take her right there up on that counter? Like I did with you?” Prying your mouth open with his thumb so he could slip it into your mouth, smirking down at you. “You know I have a thing for college girls.”
You knew he was just teasing you to get under your skin, you knew he liked to get you all riled up, you knew that he didn’t actually feel this way - he was far too in love with you to ever look at another girl that way. But that didn’t stop you from white knuckling the paisley fabric that you had kept hidden behind your back as you bit down softly, but pointedly on this thumb, glaring up at him as he continued to smirk down at you.
“Don’t have to worry about that, darling.” Matty cooed, prying your mouth open once more so he could lean down and spit in it. “She wasn’t slutty enough for me.” You swallowed the groan that threatened to spill out along with his spit, Matty smirked at how quick you were to swallow. “Spent a year corrupting you, ruining you, making you my perfect little princess. Why would I want to start over?”
You couldn’t swallow down the groan this time, heart racing against your chest as you realized you needed to gain back control, fast. You tucked the paisley into the back of your skirt quickly, before grabbing his face just as fast, pulling him back into a frenzied kiss full of tongue and teeth, waiting until he was pliant against you to start trailing your hands down his arms, interlocking your fingers with his own. You bit his bottom lip, swallowing the groan he released into your mouth, distracting him as you slowly raised his arms above his head, crossing a wrist over the other and holding the both of them between one hand - a task that Matty could do so easily with your own but you struggled with, stretching your fingers as far at they’d go to hold both of his wrists crossed together, smirking as you pulled away from the kiss.
Now that Matty was no longer under your trance, his eyebrows furrowed together in the compromising position he found himself in, glancing up at your small hand that held his arms in place above his head. You were scared that he’d break free, it wouldn’t be hard for him to, you were far weaker than him. Really, all he’d have to do is nudge your hand off and he’d be a free man, but he didn’t. Instead, his dark eyes fell back down to meet your own, Adam's apple bobbing in his throat as he swallowed thickly.
The smirk on your face only grew more confident as Matty played along with you, allowing you to have a bit of power for once. You were sure that he was holding his own arms above his head better than you were now, the thought made you dizzy. You used your free hand to reach behind your back, pulling the paisley printed fabric from the waistband of your skirt in favor of holding it up in front of you, shaking it ever so softly as Matty’s dark eyes burned a hole against it. Eyes that grew ever so slightly wider as you slowly removed your hand from his wrists, heat swirling in your stomach when Matty’s arms didn’t even flinch at the freedom, holding the black bandana between both of your hands now, twirling it between manicured fingers and staring up at him with innocent eyes.
Matty swallowed thickly, clearing his throat yet his voice came out hoarse anyway. “What are you gonna do with that, sweetheart?”
You smirk, trailing the black bandana along the expanse of his exposed skin before leaning up on the tips of your toes so you could reach where his wrists were crossed over one another. You brought the black bandana around the back of the exposed pipe on the wall, crossing it over Matty’s wrists, his dark eyes wide and chest falling up and down quick at the feeling of the black bandana wrapping around his skin - gulping as you leaned in like you were about to give him a kiss but stopping just short enough to only allow him to feel your breath against his lips as you whispered with a tightening tug. “Whatever I want.”
Matty groaned at the sight of you falling down to your knees, instinctively tugging his hands against the bandana that bounded him to the exposed pipe on the wall, jaw clenching when his hands didn’t break free. You smirk to yourself at the sight, thankful for your mother for forcing you to be in girl scouts, making you able to tie a good enough knot to hold him there - you think she’d have a heart attack if she knew you had used the skill to tie up your older boyfriend so you could have your way with him.
You batted your eyes up at Matty who had his bottom lip pulled between his teeth, muscles in his arm flexing as he tried to find a position to have his arms in that didn’t have them growing numb too quickly. You sit up on your knees, trailing open mouthed kisses down from his belly button, licking along the blue ink that you had traced earlier, biting it and causing Matty’s body to jolt. “Fuck.”
You smirked against his skin, licking a strip from the tattoo on his hip across to the trail of hair that peaked out above the waistband of his jeans, grazing your teeth along the surface as you brought your hands up to undo the buckle of his belt. The clanking sound of his belt mixed heavenly with the sound of Matty’s heavy breathing, a groan thrown into the mix when you popped open the button of his jeans with ease and leaned forward to take hold of the silver zipper between your teeth, staring up at him and you dragged it down. “Oh, god.”
You laugh softly, tugging your bottom lip between your teeth as you pull the denim of his jeans down, taking his boxers with it, quick to lick the palm of your hand before wrapping it around his hard length. Matty’s head fell back against the exposed pipe with a groan, staring down at you over a heaving chest, licking his bottom lip as you pumped him until you couldn’t take it anymore - wanting to tease him but desperate to get your mouth on him.
You found a solution for a middle ground between the two, leaning forward to place a soft, faint kiss against his red, aching tip. “Baby.” Matty groans, you smirk, leaning forward to place another that had him tugging on the restraint again. “Don’t tease me.”
You stare up at him with a pout, pumping him once, twice, grazing your manicured nails along the expanse of his length. “But it’s so much fun.” You tease, leaning in with a smirk as you kitten licked his tip this time instead of kissing it, causing Matty’s hips to jump forward. “Be still.”
Matty huffs, swallowing thick, clenching his bounded hands together as you continued to leave soft kisses from his tip down to the base, an occasional lick when you encountered a vein. “Fuck, need you to stop teasing me, baby.”
“Do you?” You cooed, licking a longer stripe along the side of his length, a groan tumbling from Matty’s bitten raw lips. “Do you think you deserve it?”
Matty chuckles darkly through a pant, his dark eyes pinning you to the floor, you could feel your stomach flip in anticipation of what he might say. “You sure are bold for a girl who couldn’t wait five fucking minutes for me to finish doing my job so you could get my cock down your throat.”
You pump him one more time before stilling your hand along the base, staring up at him with eyes that reminded him who held all the power right now. He could talk as dirty as he wanted but at the end of the day, he was still at your mercy. You pout once more, squeezing the base of his dick softly before dropping it in favor of running your hand along his stomach, tilting your head at him to speak condescendingly. “But it’s not down my throat, is it?”
“It better be soon.” Matty threatened in a low, gravely voice that shot straight down to your core. The action of you shifting on your knees against the concrete floor didn’t go unnoticed by the mechanic, giving him all the confidence in the world to poke and prod you some more about the blonde who was most likely still out in the shop with George. “Or I’ll call her in here to do it for you.”
Your fingernails dug into his hip at the empty threat, the feeling only pushed Matty further. “You saw how she was gagging for it, I’m sure she’d be more than happy to take your place.”
Once again, you knew the threat was empty, but that didn’t stop the fire from lighting under your ass at his words. You allowed the anger and jealousy coursing through your veins to mix with the need to please, the need to be good, the need to be better than her - a girl that he couldn’t even compare to you, a girl he didn’t even give a shit about but was nagging in the back of your mind. Despite the screaming urge to tease him further, you found yourself leaning in once more, taking hold of the base before locking eyes with him and allowing spit to dribble from your mouth and fall over his tip. You grin when Matty tossed his head back with a groan, sliding your hand up to collect the spit and drag it back down along his length.
Matty tugged against the exposed pipe once more, panting and clenching a jaw when it was no use. You felt your stomach flip as Matty’s eyes darkened with that dangerous look again, slowly pumping him in your hand as he smirked, opening his mouth to draw out in a song-like voice - teasing the idea that he was calling out for the blonde to come take over. “Dakota.”
You glare up at him, wanting nothing more than to wipe that fucking smirk off his face, angry that the only way you knew how was to give him what he wanted. You leaned down to swirl your tongue around his tip before finally allowing your lips to wrap around him, a groan mixed whine falling from Matty’s mouth as you slowly took him deeper into your mouth, pumping what you couldn’t fit in. “There she is.”
You hum around his length, making him groan at the vibrations that followed, hollowing your cheeks as you bobbed your head, swirling your tongue around the tip and pulling off with a kiss to it. You smiled up at him as you continued to pump him in your hand, tilting your head to the side. “You still wanna call her in here to take my place?”
“Depends.” Matty’s deep voice speaking straight to your already throbbing core. “You gonna give me what I want?”
You wanted to tell him no, that he didn’t deserve it, not with the way he’d been throwing the blonde in your face this whole time. But he looked so fucking pretty like this, arms tied above his head, chest heaving, curls falling over his forehead as he stared down at you, eyes glued to your every move. You love him, you love making him feel good, love the noises he makes when you do. How could you ever tell him no when you wanted it just as bad?
With that, you were wrapping your lips back around his length, breathing deeply through your nose and relaxing your throat as you slowly lowered yourself on him. Matty panted through groans and whines the further you took him in, tugging against the restraints when the hair on his stomach ticked against the tip of your nose. “Fuck, baby.” Matty whined breathlessly. You held your nose against his abdomen for a beat, swallowing around him before pulling off of him with teary eyes, pumping him quickly as you tried to catch your breath. “Oh, god.”
You smile softly before taking him in your mouth again, bobbing your head to the beat of your throbbing core, squeezing your thighs together to try and relive some of the pressure, moaning around his length when Matty took notice and kicked your knees apart against the cold concrete floor so he could fit his boot clad foot between your thighs.
You roll against the steel toe part of the boot experimentally, moaning around his length again at the pleasure that bloomed through you, mixed with an ounce of shame for the fact that you were getting off on your boyfriend's boot. But you couldn’t find it in yourself to be embarrassed, only grinding down on his shoe with more fever now as you swirl your tongue over never ending veins.
“Such a dirty fucking girl.” Matty groaned. “Never seen a girl as filthy as you.”
You moan again, whether it was due to his words of the roll of your hips, you weren’t quite sure.
“Always fucking gagging for it.” Matty continued, slowly rolling his own hips to meet the bob of your mouth on him, hissing when he hit the back of your throat. “You wanna gag for it, you can gag on it.”
Matty’s hips snapping forward no sooner than the words left his mouth, the sudden feeling of him sliding down your throat had a tear falling from your eye as you gagged around him. Matty was quick to pull away and allow you to catch your breath, you knew if his hands weren’t bound that he’d be running them through your hair to comfort you as you fought to catch your breath.
“Breathe, baby.” The simple command had your lungs almost instantly filled with air, tears drying on your cheeks as you wrapped your lips back around his tip, tapping your fingernails against his hip to signal for him to fuck your throat now that you were prepared for it. Matty groaned through a smile, rolling his hips into your mouth, gasping at the feeling. The action had your own hips rolling against his boot again. “There she is, there’s my good little girl, so fucking good for me.”
You groan at the praise, the vibrations making Matty toss his head back against the exposed pipe before rolling his head to the side so he could watch the way he fucked your mouth. Now that you didn’t have to focus so much on sucking his dick, you could focus more on the roll of your hips, familiar heat already coiling in your stomach at an embarrassingly face past as you grinded down on the steel toe of his boot. The pleasure that bloomed through your veins was mind numbing, the feeling of Matty’s hips fucking rougher into your mouth only added to the mind numbing affect.
“Fuck.” Matty whined, losing himself in the feeling of sliding down your throat, in the way you swallowed around him every so often when you weren’t too focused on the heat blooming through your stomach.
He fucked down your throat in a pace that had tears spilling down your cheeks again, groan after whine tumbling from his bitten raw lips as he continuously pulled and tugged on the black bandana that bounded him to the exposed pipe on the wall, desperate to break free from the restraints so he could hold your hair and really fuck your throat how he wanted.
Each and every attempt ended in the same result, a frustrated groan falling from your boyfriend’s mouth and a satisfied moan vibrating over his length as you watched him struggle against the knots you created.
The heat boiling under your skin was growing to be too much to handle, rolling your hips down on his boot clad foot with more fever now, chasing a high that you were so close to hurtling towards. “Look at you, getting off on my boot. You gonna cum all over it?”
You groan around his length, nodding as best as you could with a mouthful and grinding down on the steel toe leather in a pace that matched the one Matty was fucking your mouth with, desperate to be sent over the edge. Matty felt as though he was losing his mind - the vulnerability of being tied up for you, the feeling of his cock sliding down your throat with each thrust, the sight of you so desperate for release that you’re grinding down on his boot. It was too much, too overwhelming. He could feel himself slipping into a headspace that gave him the confidence to speak his darkest desires.
“You look so fucking pretty with my cock down your throat, baby, fuck.” His voice was deep, strained, fucked out. Tears flowed freely from your eyes as he continued his assault to your throat, sure that it would be wrecked for days on end after this was all said and done. His head rolled to the side, chest heaving as he could feel his stomach tightening into a coil that was begging to be released. “Always take me so well, made to suck Daddy’s dick. Isn’t that right, princess?” A broken moan gasped through pants as he fucked your throat harder, completely unaware to the word slipped through. “Such a good fucking girl for me.”
The feeling of Matty’s dick slamming against the back of your throat, the tears that fell with each thrust of his hips and mixed with the spit that dripped down your chin, the word that Matty had just said - it was all too overwhelming for you. Grinding down on his boot, your mind falling down a spiral of Daddy, Daddy, Daddy until you were falling apart on top of the steel toed leather, eyes rolling back into your skull as more tears fell down your cheeks.
“Fuck, that’s it, baby girl. Cum all over my boot.” Matty hissed as the unrelenting moans released against his length as your orgasm crashed into you, hips stuttering as your shaky hand trailed down his stomach and over to the blue ink on his hip, pressing your nails into the rose, the action had Matty’s hips slowing. Tossing his head back in a guttural groan when your hand slid back over the base of his dick, bobbing your head up and down on his length and taking back control, still allowing him to roll his hips to meet your mouth. “Oh my god. I’m so fucking close.”
Matty’s words had you doubling your efforts on him, hollowing your cheeks and running your tongue along the underside before pulling off with a kiss to his tip, pumping him quickly in your hand to make up for the loss of your mouth. You grinned up at your boyfriend, sure that you looked as fucked out as you felt, spit drooling from your swollen lips and mixing with tears on your chin.
“Yeah?” Your voice wrecked, scratchy and hoarse. You were shocked to hear that you even still had one. Eyes innocent and doe like as you drew him in for the kill. “You wanna cum down my throat, Daddy?”
“Oh, fuck me.” Matty whined, thrashing against the expose pipe, desperate to break free from confinement, cursing the black paisley fabric for being so fucking strong. He could feel that he was on the brink of falling apart, felt as though he was on the brink on insanity as he replayed the sound of you calling him the name that he had dreamed of hearing you moan each and every time he found his own hand wrapped around himself on nights you weren’t with him over and over again. His chest was heaving, breathless moans released through desperate pants as he felt the familiar heat bubbling in his stomach, hips stuttering as they rolled to meet your fist - a tell tale sign that he was about to cum. “Baby.”
“Too bad.” No sooner than the pet name was tumbled from his lips, your hand was leaving his cock. The whimper that ripped from Matty’s throat from his ruined orgasm shot straight down to your still throbbing core, rolling your hips down on his boot involuntarily at the sound of your boyfriend begging for you to let him finish. And really, you felt on top of the world as you finally got to return the sentiment he had said to you all those months ago in the floorboard of his car after ruining an orgasm of your own. “You don’t deserve to.”
Matty groaned, dark eyes rolling back as he fought to break free from the black bandana wrapped around his wrist, cursing himself for ever speaking those words to you when the jealousy had clouded his own brain now that they were being used back against him.
He didn’t beg, he knew there was no point in doing so, choosing instead to rest his head against the exposed pipe as he fought to catch his breath. His cock twitched in a deep red shade, begging for release. The only sound that filled the storage room was his heavy breathing, it was like music to your ears.
A smirk spread across your face as you scooted back on the concrete floor, freeing his boot from between your thighs, staring up at Matty and waiting for him to open his tightly shut eyes and focus on you before you leaned down with a smile, sticking your tongue out and licking what remained of your slick against the leather of his boot. The groan that ripped from Matty’s throat at the sight only fueled your further, arching your back and wiggling your hips as you licked the top of his boot clean, leaning back on your haunches with an innocent smile that had Matty feeling as though he was about to cum untouched. “Fuck.”
You couldn’t help but giggle, holding onto his hips for support as you lifted yourself off of the ground, the aching pain from being pressed against the concrete floor for so long already settling in. Matty watched through half lidded eyes as you turned your head to the side, scanning the surrounding area before landing on the item you were searching for.
You took a few steps back over towards the makeshift desk that Matty had set you down on top of earlier, turning to look at Matty over your shoulder as you innocently grabbed the metal chair sitting in front of it in between your manicured nails before dragging it over to where your boyfriend was now far more alert than he was when you left him. You softly kicked at the back of his heels, signaling for him to step out for you, giving you the room to slide the metal chair behind him. “Sit.”
Matty gulped, glancing behind him to make sure there were no notches in the exposed pipe that would prevent him from doing so, slowly sliding down to sit in the chair when he found none. Matty shifted against the cold metal of the chair, goosebumps raising against his arms that ached from being tied above his head for so long.
Matty stared at you with dark, pleading eyes. You smiled at the sight, bringing your hands down to the hem of your shirt and peeling it off in a flash, quick to take your bra with it before dropping your skirt and underwear off next. Matty groaned at the sight, shifting against the metal chair, cock twitching and begging for attention. You pulled your bottom lip between your teeth as you balled up your red thong between the palm of your hand, walking over to sit in your boyfriend's lap and shooting him a wink before stuffing the skimpy material in the front pocket on his jeans.
Matty grinned at the sight, one that crumbled along with the rest of his face as his cock brushed up against your thigh as you settled over his lap. You pouted, bringing your fingers up to run through his curls, grinning when he nuzzled his head further against your hand. “Poor baby, so fucking desperate for me.”
Matty nodded, swallowing thickly and hissing as you brought your hand down between the two of you to take hold of him, pumping him slowly and making his chest start to heave once more. “You want me to fuck you?” Matty nodded, more eager than before, groaning as you swiped your thumb over his tip, spreading the precum over his length. “Yeah? You sure you don’t want to call her in here to do it for me?”
Matty was shaking his head before you could even finish the question, curls bouncing over the fingers you still had intertwined in his hair. “No, only want you, baby.” You tugged on his hair, his words shot straight to your throbbing core. You already felt so desperate for him even after already falling apart once, you couldn’t imagine how he felt. “Please fuck me. Need you to fuck me, angel. Please, please, plea-”
You cut him off in favor of crashing your lips against his own, the sound of your boyfriend who was usually so dominant and in control reduced to pleading had your cunt clenching and mind spinning, a complete role reversal for the two of you. Matty groaned into your mouth, forcing you to swallow a gasp when your thumb swiped over his tip one last time before trailing down to grab at his base, guiding him to where he so desperately craved. The feeling of his tip pushing against your entrance had him breaking away from the kiss in favor of tossing his head back, overwhelmed and desperate, pulling on the restraints and rolling his head to the side so he could lock eyes with you.
“I love you.” Matty whispered breathlessly through a heaving chest, dark eyes starting to roll back as you slowly started to sit down on his length. “I love you, I love you, I love - oh, fuck.”
A broken whine pulled from Matty harmonized with the groan that tumbled from you as he bottomed out inside of you, cunt clenching around him as you adjusted to the feeling of him stretching you out. You would think that after a year you’d be used to the feeling, but it still felt like he was splitting you open every single time. Matty moaned, pulling on the restraints once more and huffing when it didn’t break him loose. “Let me out, need to touch you.”
You shook your head softly, rolling your hips to distract him from the denial, the pleasure that rippled through you was dull, you needed more. But you had to play with him for just a little longer.
You tugged on his hair one last time before trailing the hand down to his neck, Adam’s apple bobbing under your fingers that traced along his throat before finding the confidence to wrap around his neck. Your cunt clenched at the sight, not even squeezing your hand in an attempt to choke him, just resting your hand lightly against the surface. But it was enough to make Matty groan, enough to make you throb, enough to make you feel like you owned him. “Who do you belong to?”
Matty whined. “You.”
“Say my name.” You commanded, rolling your hips ever so slightly, a mind numbing feeling for someone as desperate as him. Matty moaned your name, eyes rolling back as you started to squeeze his throat lightly. “Louder. I want her to hear you say it.” Matty whines, moaning your name louder than before and fueling your hips to roll faster, too desperate to be embarrassed. “Good boy.”
Matty whimpers, eyes pleading as he attempts to break free for what felt like the millionth time. “Please.” You took pity on him, finally lifting your hips and dropping them just as quickly, effectively numbing his mind as you bounced on top of his lap, your own head tipping back at how full you felt. “Oh, god. Oh, fuck.”
“Matty.” You whine, taking your hand off of his throat in favor of bringing it down over your stomach, eyes rolling back at the feeling of it bulging with every drop of your hips. “So fucking full.”
It was almost as if his name tumbling from your lips had awoken him, snapping out of his own pleasure to focus on your own, quick to fall back into his usual role.
“Look at you taking my cock like you were fucking made for it, made for me, my perfect little princess.” You moan, clenching around him and making him hiss, shifting against the metal chair and securing his feet against the concrete floor so he could start fucking up into you - an action that was quite difficult for him to do without his hands but he managed. Fueled by the sight of your eyes rolling back into your skull.
“My fucking girl, my best girl, my only girl.” Matty groaned, ignoring the deep ache settled in the muscles of his arms and the way that he was so close to falling over the edge that he thought his head was going to explode, but he ignored both in favor of focusing on making you fall apart again first. Matty waited until your eyes found him again before he fixed you with a smirk, voice breathless and full of desperation. “My wife.”
You threw your head back with a groan, clenching around him and riding him faster now, the title had you throbbing around him. “Matty, fuck.”
“Yeah, that’s what you want, right?” Matty groaned, hips snapping up to meet the fall of your own in a mind numbing rhythm that had you both feeling as though you were on fire. “Want me to put a ring on your finger and pump you full of my cum for the rest of your life?”
You whine pitifully, head falling over onto Matty’s shoulder now, teeth grazing the spot where his neck and shoulder meet before biting down on the area to try and silence the sounds he was pulling from you. “Yes.”
“Yeah, fuck, can’t wait to make you my girl forever.” Matty spoke through gritted teeth, fighting off his own orgasm as he encouraged you towards yours. “Make you a fucking Healy so everyone knows who you belong to.”
“Please.” You beg, clenching around him and sucking a bruise into the pale skin your mouth rested again.
“I will, I promise.” Matty swallowed thickly, knocking his chin against the side of your head. “Let me out, you made your point.” Speaking hotly into your ear. “Now let me take over and fuck my girl like she deserves.”
You whine, pitiful and breathless. You wanted to end this with him begging for you, but you were on fire, skin crawling with desperation that you couldn’t seem to ease. Your thighs were aching, you knew the ache in them was incomparable to what Matty’s arms must be feeling by now, you needed him to take over. You both did. You swallowed your pride, sucking another bruise alongside the fresh one you had just made as you blindly reached up to undo the tight knot you had created, surprised by how quickly you were able to undo the fabric considering how hard Matty fought against it.
The black bandana hadn’t even fallen to the floor yet and Matty was already hooking his arms around your waist, lifting the two of you off of the metal chair in favor of walking you over to the makeshift desk from before and laying you down on top of it, you whine at the cold feeling of the metal beneath you. Matty was quick to fuck into you with a pace that had you grasping at his back, nails digging beneath the skin and dragging down. The sounds tumbling from the two of you were endless and desperate, both of you chasing a high that you were so fucking close to reaching.
“Can’t believe you got jealous over that girl.” Matty grunted, hips snapping against your own, throwing one of your legs over his shoulder and bringing a hand down so he could run his thumb along your bottom lip, pushing it to the side until it fell back in place with a pop. “Why would I feel the need to even look at another young girl when I already have one purring underneath me, a fucking wet dream, taking my cock like the good little girl that she is.”
His thrusts grew impossibly quicker, harder, mind number as he brought his free hand down around your thigh so he could rub tight circles across your swollen bundle of nerves. The feeling had you gasping, arching your back off the desk as heat swam throughout your veins and lit you on fire. Matty was drunk on the sight, tugging his bottom lip between his teeth as he trailed his thumb down from your lip to your neck so he could wrap a possessive hand around it.
“Why would I want a new fucktoy when I already have the prettiest one?”
You whine pitifully, squirming against the cool metal of the makeshift desk, clenching around him as you felt yourself hurtling closer and closer to the edge. “Matty, please.”
“You gonna cum, princess? You wanna cum all over my cock?” You nodded, whimpering and moaning his name like it was gospel. Matty doubled his efforts on your clit, swiping his fingers across it in a way that had your toes curling over his shoulder. “Cum for me, baby girl. Cum for Daddy.” Just like before, you found yourself repeating a mantra of Daddy over and over again until you were falling apart, allowing yourself to actually voice it out loud this time instead of keeping it in your head. “That’s it, there’s my good little girl. So fucking good for me, fuck.”
Matty fucked you through your high, keeping two of his fingers against your throbbing bundle of nerves as he desperately chased his own release, the feeling of you falling apart on him had him so close that he could taste it.
“Want me to cum inside you, baby? Pump you nice and full of my cum so everyone know that you’re all fucking mine, that you belong to me?” You whine, nodding your head as your aftershocks rolled through you. “Yeah? Fuck, scream my name, baby. Let her know what she’s missing out on, what you beat her to.” You felt as though you didn’t even need the instruction to scream his name, the letters falling off your tongue like gospel as he drilled into you, fingers drawing tight figure eights across your clit that had your toes curling as you felt yourself falling apart for a third time, the feeling of your walls throbbing around him as yet another orgasm crashed into you sent Matty over the edge. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum, holy - fuck, baby. Oh my god. I’m-”
Matty came with a guttural moan, falling over you as gasp mixed whines forced their way through breathless pants as he spilled inside of you. His sweaty curls tickled your neck as he laid against your chest trying to catch his breath as he came down from his high. “Fuck.”
You couldn't help but giggle, shaking your head as you thought about the blonde girl you hoped was long gone at this point, about how the two of you had just fueled teasing banter from George for at least the next few months, about the forgotten term paper still sitting open on his work space counter. You couldn’t find it in yourself to worry about any of it right now, not when Matty was leaving a trail of kisses up your chest, along the side of your neck before ultimately finding home against your own.
“I fucking love you.” You smiled into the kiss, returning the sentiment when Matty pulled away from the kiss, staring up at him with eyes that you were positive were gleaming. “And I’m sorry about Dakota, judging by the name, I was fully expecting a bloke to walk in here.”
You laughed, shaking your head softly. “No, I’m sorry for getting so jealous, I feel rather silly.”
“Don’t be.” Matty scoffed, smirking down at you. “It was fucking hot.”
You snort, slapping a soft, playful hand down on his shoulder, sending him into a fit of laughter. “Well, I don’t want you to feel like you can’t have any female customers.” You sighed, reaching a hand up to thread your fingers through his gray streaked curls. “Just, maybe no college girls who are so painfully obviously gagging for it.”
“Damn, guess that means I won’t be able to work on your car anymore, princess.” Matty teased, earning another smack to his arm that had him in a fit of laughter once more. “She was fucking gagging for it, though. Poor girl.”
You huffed with a roll of your eyes. “Okay, I never want to speak of her ever again.”
Matty nodded in agreement, smiling down at you that only grew wider the longer his eyes locked with your own. “What?”
A flush pink color washed over Matty’s cheeks as his smile deepened when he shrugged, rubbing his thumb in soothing circles against your leg that was still thrown over his shoulder. “I wasn’t lying, you know.”
You felt your eyebrows scrunch together in confusion. “What are you talking about?”
Matty drops his head against your leg to try and hide his sheepish smile, knocking your knee against the side of his head to make him look at you again, you could see the nerves behind his eyes despite the fact that they were filled with so much love, gleaming down at you. “I’m gonna marry you one day.”
You scoff through a laugh to combat the way your heart skipped a beat, trying to act casual as you rolled your eyes and tightened your leg over his shoulder to tease. “Yeah, okay, talk to me when you’re not still drunk on pussy.”
Matty smiled through a laugh, leaning down to capture your lips in a kiss that only made your heart skip another beat, butterflies swarming in your stomach at the idea of him making you a Healy one day.
You shook off the thought, you knew it wouldn't happen for a while, but still giddy over the thought that Matty had at least thought about it before.
As always, Matty could practically hear the thoughts running through your head, smiling to himself and keeping quiet about the fact that he actually thought about it more than he cared to admit, having an entire locked photo album in his phone dedicated to pictures of rings that he had already started saving for.
He knew you were young, you were still in college for christ’s sake, he hadn’t even met your parents yet. But he loved you. So much. And you were so close to graduating, the promise of living together once you were done with school had Matty counting down the days. And your birthday was coming up, the terrifying reminder that meeting your parents was right around the corner.
It didn’t hurt to plan for the inevitable.
Matty squeezed your leg that was still thrown up over his shoulder, holding onto it as if it was a lifebuoy as he slowly pulled out of you, his cum immediately dripping out with it. Matty smirked down at you, winking as he fell to his knees, keeping your leg hooked over his shoulder. You swallowed thickly as Matty leaned forward to lick a fat stripe up the middle of your core, collecting your mixed arousal and moaning at the taste, locking his dark eyes on your own as a smirk grew over his face. “Oh, I’ll always be drunk on pussy.”
If you're subscribed to me on AO3 and notice that I just posted a fic for another fandom baby I'm loyal this isn't what it looks like we'll be returning to our regularly scheduled programming soon!
A Cure For All Ills is a gift fic for @givesmevoice, who, while watching All Creatures Great and Small, looked at Audrey Hall. A beautiful and buttoned up and salt of the earth extremely competent housekeeper and said:
"She needs to get spit roasted. Also a facial."
And you know what I just thought that was really beautiful and had to make it happen.
Hiii hope you are well ❤️💜💕💕you're a amazing human being and I love your work 😘💖 requesting sukuna fucking you from the back while holding you in a choke hold with his big bicep (true form or not it's fine)?
Have a wonderful dayyy😭😭💜
This is uhhhhhhhhh read at your own discretion (ILY nonnie ty for the ask<3)
Contains: fem reader, true from sukuna, double penetration, blood, so much degradation, dirty talk, manhandling, rough sex, hair pulling, passing out, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, blood, dacraphillia, cumming inside, talk of pregnancy, dub con if you squint, mind break, strangling, breath play
MDNI
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"Fucking." thrust "Take it." thrust. Sukuna fucked his inhumanly large dicks in and out of your holes at an almost intolerable pace. He had completely filled you up, not a single ridge inside your pussy was being neglected as his massive cocks abusing your sore holes.
He had two large lands gripping your waist, while he dug his nails into your skin, making pretty streaks of crimson blood drip down your hips and thighs. One hand was dangling by his side, occasionally leaving harsh slaps against the fat of your ass, while his other—arguably the meanest limb—currently had you in a chokehold.
The massive curse would squeeze his arm around your throat and completely constrict your airflow before he loosened it for a couple seconds, laughing at you while you gasped and sputtered, choking down the oxygen he allowed you to. You were positive he had ripped you open at some point, it had been hours and you still hadn't adjusted to his cock properly. Every time he pulled back his hips and thrust his cocks inside you, you felt like your guts were being shoved out of the way to make room for him.
You had gone numb to his nails that dug into the flesh on your hips, too focused on the painful pleasure you were feeling between your legs. "Fuck! Fucking bitch-" He cursed, squeezing your neck tighter and leaving a mean slap on your ass when he felt you cum around him for the nth time that night. The pulsing and clenching of your walls made the pace of his hips stutter before he got ahold on himself again. "Did I say" slap "You could fucking" slap "Cum?" he snarled, spanking your ass so hard you swore it would leave a permanent imprint of his hand against your skin.
"'M s-ooryy, sorry s-ahh!" You tried to speak through his heavy thrusts, but he was having none of it. "Didn't say you could fucking talk either," The king emphasized with a particularly hard thrust, that made you dizzy as you yelled out in pain. "Gotta shut you up." He growled, pausing his hips for a second before he cupped his free hand over your mouth, completely covering your mouth and nose as he once again squeezed his bicep around your neck. "Try not to die." He laughed menacingly into your ear before his hips started up a bruising pace.
Your eyes immediately rolled back into your head at the overbearing stimulation. You were thrown into fight or flight mode when you tried to gasp against his hand but to no avail. Sukuna kept his hand firmly pressed over your face to ensure that no oxygen would enter your lungs. "Aww, is the little slut crying?" He giggled, staring down between the two of you at the mean arch he had you in, watching his cock leave your asshole, lined with streaks of blood.
"You wanted this, kept fucking around so I brought you into my domain like you wanted." He snarled, gripping your jaw with his current hold on your face and turning it to the side so he could get a glimpse of your expression. Your face had gone pale, save for the deep blush that covered your cheeks. Your eyes had lost focus, continuously rolling into the back of your head with each thrust he gave you, and your soft cheeks were wet with your tears—those same eyes had begun to swell up from how long you had been crying.
He was right though, your fucked up body was loving this, you would scream that from the rooftops if he allowed you to, but right now it was quite evident he didn't want anything to do with your voice. "Oh fuck." He laughed, his four eyes all staring into yours as you did your best to keep yourself awake, trying to maintain eye contact with the curse to the best of your ability. "You really are crying." He bared his teeth to you as he smiled maliciously, both of his cocks twitching at your fucked up expression.
He watched intently with bated breath as your eyes fully rolled back into your head, your body going limp in his hold as he smiled, "Yeesssyesyes, fuck." He groaned, before releasing his hand from your mouth and simultaneously loosened his hold on your neck. Immediately his big hand started slapping your face harshly, "You don't get to get out of this that easily." He laughed, watching you slowly regain consciousness against him as you coughed and sputtered into the air when you came to.
"How was your nap?" His laugh vibrated your body, at some point he had picked you up a couple inches off the ground, and you internally thanked him as you had lost feeling in your legs quite a long time ago. Your moans echoed loudly in the space of his domain, whines turned into screams when he scratched his nails deeper into the skin of your thighs, reminding you of his hold there.
"You're a fucking mess." He chastized, as you gasped and cried into the space in front of you. Your smaller hands came up to grip his bicep, using the little strength you had left in your body you push his arms towards your neck once more, silently telling him to choke you out again.
Sukuna's eyes shot up in disbelief, were you seriously trying to order him around right now? You had balls, he would give you that. "Oh you want to die don't you, bitch?" He snarled, releasing you from the chokehold he had you in and instead used two hands to wrap around your neck and strangle you while he fucked his hips into you impossibly harder.
“You like this? Huh?" He growled as your cunt unashamedly squeezed around his cock, "Such a fucked up human I caught." He laughed to himself while you gasped and clawed at his hands, leaving angry red marks on his skin. "What's wrong? Gonna pass out again? Huh?" He cooed, feigning remorse while he felt your body try to fight back against him.
Despite how bad you had wanted him to choke you out, your body was going to register his actions as a threat no matter what. "God, stop fucking squeezing or I'm gonna cum inside." He said, making you panic slightly. You weren't on birth control, but you weren't even sure if a curse could get a human pregnant. Sukuna was a special case, which made you even more confused. Not like you had the brain power to go over the logistics of that right now anyways.
He felt your cunt and ass squeeze his cocks simultaneously at his words, also noticing how you tried to shake your head at him, warning him not to. "Oh does that scare you?" He asked, unimpressed when you continued your annoying moaning and babbling, not answering him. "I asked you a question, brat." He growled, squeezing your throat harder for a brief second before he loosened his grip, allowing you to breathe.
You gasped and choked on the oxygen, trying to turn your head to the side to look at him when you spoke, making little progress in your efforts as his hold on your neck was quite strong. "N-no, do-nt cum insdie." You cried, making him smile at your weeping face. "No?" He repeated, pouting his lip out at you in faux sympathy, "But I want to." He said, shaking your neck in his grasp and making your empty head shake around like a bobblehead toy.
You had no strength in your body left to fight him, opting to face your fate and let him have his way with you, you would deal with the consequences later. You couldn't lie that the thought of this terrifying man filling you up in both holes for the first time didn't excite you. The rational part of your brain was slipping further and further away from you the longer he fucked you. He was hitting all the right spots inside you, and at some point, the pleasure had started to overwhelm the pain.
He noticed your body had stop stying to fight him, falling limp to his ministrations as he pressed his hips flush against your ass and rotated it in circles, "You want my cum inside you, human?" He asked, his deep voice against your ear sent goosepumps down your arms. "Wanna be my concubine huh? Ill keep you here forever," He groned, his hips still rotating in circles and massaging your sweet spots, "Ill fuck load after load into your used-up cunt, till I get you pregnant." His voice was pushing you closer and closer to your orgasm.
You knew this was fucked up but you couldn't bring yourself to care right now, he was working you over so fucking well. "Yesyesyes Sukuna~ S-sukuna pl-ease~" Your hoarse voice whined out, broken up by his thrusts. In any other scenario, he would've cut you down for using his name without permission, but right now, your cunt and asshole were milking him quickly toward his orgasm, he was too close to care. He groaned at your words, his large hands abandoning their place around your neck to grab your tits and massage them, digging his nails into the flesh there, hard enough to draw blood as he used your body to ground himself.
"Fuck- sloppy fucking pussy gonna make me cum-" He groaned. His eyes wandered up to your neck, and he shook his head at the dark purple marks that littered your skin there, he couldn't help but think how fucking pretty it looked. The sight brought him closer to his high as his hips started losing their pace against your ass. "P-please- c-can I c-cum" You wined. He smiled at you, proud that you remembered to ask before you so greedily orgasmed without his permission. He was the one who was so kindly fucking you after all, so he should get the say in weather you cum or not.
"You can cum after me." He challenged, wanting to see if you could really make it. From how hard and rapidly your cunt was pulsing around him, he didn't think you would last much longer. "F-fuuuuck fuckfuck." You whined as he fucked the moans from your throat. He shook his head in disapproval, "Such a naughty mouth, remind me to take care of that next time." He said in response to your cursing as one of his large hands abandoned its hold on your hip to push your lower back down into a meaner arch against him.
The promise of a next time almost made you cum around him at what was to come. You had no idea how you held yourself back, maybe it was your inner consciousness afraid of what he would do to you if you disobeyed him, but you managed to hold out long enough for the king to cum. "Fuck, take it all, if you let a drop go to w-waste, I’ll kill you where you stand." He promised, clenching his jaw together as the rope started to untangle in his stomach.
His head tipped back, his jaw going slack as the first suprts of his cum started flooding your cunt and asshole. The second you felt his seed fill you up, you came around him, your holes milking him through his orgasm as you came harder than you ever have. If it wasnt for his four arms that held your body up, you woulve gone slack against the floor, "Fuuuuck! Fucking" thrust "Take my cum" thrust "Yesyesyes" The curse groaned, biting his lip at the intensity of his own orgasm.
His cum filled you up to the brim, the feeling of his warm seed filling both your holes at once felt strange and uncomfortable, but also weirdly right, you felt like this was your purpose—like his words were true, maybe your purpose really was to be here and be at his beck and call whenever he needed to release his stress, or simply wanted to get off.
He didn't wait for your own orgasm to finish before he released your body from his hold, letting your weak body fall to the ground of his domain by his feet, his cocks slipped out of you with a lewd squelching sound as you twitched below him in your aftershocks. The mouth on his stomach smiled at you, matching his own expression before it opened to lick your blood and juices off of his orgasm, and swallowing it greedily.
Your eyes fluttered as you started to come down from your orgasm. The massive figure in front of you ran a hand through his sweaty hair before his heavy leg kicked you in the stomach, not too hard, but hard enough to make you cough and direct your attention up at him. Before you knew it his face was in front of you and his large hand was in your hair as he raised you up from the ground with that grip alone, making you wince and whine in pain.
He stood to his full height once more, dragging your head and pressing it flush against his dirtied cocks, smearing your cum and blood on the side of your face as he gave you a disgusted look, "Clean your mess, useless human." He spat, digging his nails against your scalp. You gripped your hands into his massive thighs, and looked up at him from underneath your lashes, practically looking at him with hearts in your eyes as you rubbed your head against his thigh before kitten-licking one of his dick's tips.
He huffed out a laugh of disbelief at how obedient you were. How did he manage to find such a perfect fuck toy? Let alone a human toy at that. He could work with this.
