⚠︎ not literally after those events. just want yall to have an idea that they’ve kissed and slept in the same bed before those texts if u know what i mean. just to show how their relationship is going :)

“what the fuck are you doing in there?” his voice low and impatient. you roll your eyes at your reflection, but your stomach twists in anticipation. you cap the gloss, placing it on the sink next to the small empty bag of cocaine ben left there.

it wasn’t empty when ben left it there. it’s empty now because you put it in your lipgloss. yeah. this could be the most stupid or most amazing idea you’ve ever had.

when you step out, he’s sitting in the bed, back against the headboard. “cmon, doll, don’t have all night to wait for you.”

you walk towards him like you don’t feel the heat of his stare crawling over your skin. you climb into his lap without asking. settling there like it’s your spot. his hands find your waist instantly, big and firm, holding you in place.

“why do you have that shit all over your lips again?” he asks, noticing your shiny lipgloss. “you don’t need to get all dolled up for me, baby, y’know that.”

“i know,” you murmur, looking down at his lips. next thing you knew, he grabbed your chin and pulled you into a kiss. the kiss is immediate. harder than it needs to be.

then, he tastes it. the cocaine. he groans into your mouth. he breaks the kiss only to look at you, breathing heavier now. his thumb brushes against the corner of your mouth.

“the fuck is that?” he grunts. he slides his tongue over his top teeth and lip, tasting the cocaine and lipgloss. “fuck, is that coke?”

you nod, smiling slightly. “holy shit.” he kisses you again. the kiss is messy. tongue exploring inside your mouth, teeth biting your lips, and tongue swiping over your glossed lips.

you gasp into the kiss, and he takes advantage of it, deepening it, tasting you fully. “fuck, baby,” his voice low and rough. hand moving to wrap around your throat. “did i die? is this heaven and you’re some kind of god?”

you hum and he flashes you a cocky smirk. “next time, what you really need to do, is put some cocaine on your pussy and i’ll eat you out until i pass out from this shit.”

“fuck, baby-“ matt groaned as his hands gripped the sheets beneath him hardly. he’s had three orgasms already and you had so much stamina.

“matthew,” you breathed out. hands on his chest as you rode him like your life depended on it. it felt so painful good. for both of you. “baby, i-”

matt was in the clouds. he wasn’t listening to you at all. he needed to cum so bad. he started to whine. eyes closed and lips parted. the most sinful whines coming out of his mouth. the sounds he was making just turned you on even more.

you clenched around him and it just made him whine louder. “matt, please,” you whined as you felt yourself getting tired and closer to release. even though he was in his own mind, he understood what you wanted.

he tilted his hips up to thrust into you deeper, bringing both of you closer to your orgasm. you moaned, arching your back as your nails dig into his chest. his hands moved to your hips, guiding you up and down on his dick.

“holy shit-“ matt breathed out, not slowing down for a second. both of you are overstimulated but he’s aching for that orgasm. his dick is throbbing inside you, begging for release again. your whole body’s tingling from the overwhelming pleasure.

he curses under his breath. your pussy clamping around him pushes him right over the edge. his hips stutter and he spills inside of you, filling you up. you gasp at the feeling. your orgasm hitting you as well.

“fuck,” he whines through his high, trying to keep still under you but writhing like a baby. “honey..” he whimpered before you dipped your head down to kiss his neck. a hand running through his hair.

“so good, baby.” you mumbled against his skin. pressing wet kisses up his jaw as he just hummed and let out a tiny whimper here and there.

and then, he opened his eyes, tilting his head to be face to face with you. you brushed your lips against his before kissing him. his hands grabbed your face.

the kiss was messy and wet. his tongue invaded your mouth and you hummed, making him hum back. when he pulled back, his lips were wet and parted. mirroring yours.

you pressed your forehead to his. “i love you so fuckin’ much.” he breathed out. and you smiled at his completely tired but satisfied expression. “i love you too whiny boy.”

a/n : was about to give up on this but here we are !