cw: smut, sex toys, biting, meanish!matt, some dom(m)/sub(f) dynamics, degradation, praise, fingering (f!receiving), unprotected p in v sex, daddy kink, size kink if you squint, roughish sex, dialogue heavy!!!
“you look so pretty, mama.”
you blinked awake, yawning and adjusting your head against the pillow to find the familiar voice coming from behind you.
“did i wake you up? ‘m sorry.”
“s’okay… when did you get home?”
he let out a deep sigh; and even though it was nearly pitch-black in your room, you could make out a grimace on his face. he had been working his ass off at the office, you were lucky if he even came home at night. which he hadn’t been doing often. you missed him, and you knew he missed you too. he was just busy, and you had to be okay with that; even if it was lonely.
“a little bit ago, you were on my mind all day. had to come home to you,” he mumbled, occupied with prying the shoes off his feet and stripping down to his boxers.
his hand met your hip as he shuffled in next to you, giving your plush flesh a small squeeze while he settled in. planting soft kisses on your bare shoulder and breathing you in. you felt his lashes flutter against your skin when he gently sunk his teeth into you.
“you smell so good, baby. you’re so soft,” he whispered into you, kisses traveling up to your neck.
“‘course i did, can’t you feel me?” he rolled his hips slowly into your ass, proving his point and letting you feel his hardening cock, “did you miss me?”
a breathless gasp escaped your lips when you felt him rutting against you, the only barrier between your bodies was each other’s underwear. his hand splayed over your belly, pressing you closer to him.
“mhm. i didn’t think you’d come home tonight, had to make myself cum before i went to bed.”
“i’m sorry, sweetheart. i’m here now, though. what were you thinking about?” punctuating his question with a flit of his tongue against your ear.
you softly shook your head ‘no’, hiding your face in the pillow underneath you.
“c’mon, don’t get shy on me. i wanna hear,” he chuckled lowly and nipped your earlobe.
“thought about you between my legs,” you breathed before continuing, “thought about your tongue on my clit and your fingers in me. thought about how you know exactly how to make me feel good, sometimes better than myself.”
he nodded, taking your words in. you didn’t need to tell him how well he knew your body; he was well aware. the cocky motherfucker prides himself on the very fact. he was rutting against you with a purpose now, fingertips teasing your panty line just to ignore your core and moving down to grab at your thighs. his touch was gentle yet firm, taking his time to feel the silkiness and pudginess of your skin. he loved how you were always so soft, so squishy compared to his rough hands.
“how’d you do it? how’d you make yourself cum?”
you squirmed at his question, memories from earlier flooding back and making the wet spot on your panties grow.
“i had two of my fingers inside at first, but it wasn’t enough.”
“what’d you do about it?”
“i- i got my dildo and my vibrator out. i sat on your side of the bed and rode it like it was your cock, and i held the vibe against my clit until i came. is that what you wanted to hear?”
he groaned in response, fingers dancing up until they met your flimsy, white tank top. he squeezed your breast, kneading it before pinching your adjacent nipple.
“dirty girl. that’s exactly what i wanted to hear, thank you, sweetie. is that why the sheets under me are sticky?”
“shut up! i know they aren’t, you’re just being mean.”
“you think this is mean? i can get a lot meaner.”
shaking your head in disagreement, you sighed and let a hand cover his. grabbing his wrist to slide it under your shirt, guiding him to squeeze your bare tits.
“no need to get grabby…” he laughed.
“just wanna take my time with you, i miss you.”
you whispered it back to him, gasping barely a second later when he tugs on your nipple. your back arches and a whimper leaves your lips, pressing your ass further into his groin. you’re reciprocated with a low moan in your ear and his hand leaving your tit, trailing back down to your belly to slip his fingers just underneath the waistband of your panties. holding them there to show you that you’re his, the smallest indication of possession, just to remind you whom you belong to. his lips latched onto your neck, sucking a dark purple bruise into you. he’d gently bite your neck and shoulders, soothing his tongue over the teeth marks he left behind.
you reached your arm behind blindly to find the back of his head, tangling your fingers in his curls and pushing him further into you. you tried murmuring, ‘harder’, which only made him pull away from you.
“what’d you say? harder? you’re gonna have to ask nicer than that, y/n.” he said calmly, the contradiction of his words and tone making you dizzy.
“please, daddy, do it harder…” whispering, shame bubbling in your stomach.
“daddy? you gonna be my good girl tonight?” if you could see his face right now, you bet his eyes would be lit up like a christmas tree. it’s not often that ‘daddy’ came out, but when it did, a flip switched in matt. you underestimated how much he’d like it the first time you called him that, and you ended up not being able to walk the next morning.
you whined a ‘yes’ to him, bucking your hips up in an attempt to get his fingers further down your pants. instead of calling you names and putting you over his knee to abuse your cheeks, like he normally would at your bratty attitude, he simply tsked and sunk his hand down to circle your clit.
“okay, baby, whatever you want.”
his middle finger made tight circles around your clit while his teeth sunk into your shoulder once again, this time biting down deeper and staying there for a few seconds. he pulled away to admire his work, before moving closer to your pulse point and biting down again. your eyes squeezed shut when two of his fingers slid past your sopping folds, squeezing your thighs together to make sure he’d stay there.
“does that feel nice? i can’t really move with you squeezin’ me like this. spread your legs ’n make it pretty for me.” he grumbled, grabbing your jaw with his free hand so you’d face him.
even through the darkness, you saw his half-lidded eyes staring you down. you felt small, threatened almost, in this position. you meekly spread your legs for him, also taking it upon yourself to slide off your panties. he pulled back the covers slightly so he could watch you, taking the dainty panties from your hand when you had finished undressing.
“look, honey,” he flipped them inside out to see the wide glistening spot on the fabric and waited for your eyes to focus on him before licking the wet patch. his eyes fluttered shut as he tasted you, bringing it to his nose to inhale deeply afterward.
rendered absolutely fucking speechless, you could only look at him with wide eyes. you listened to him moan, just from smelling you. it was kinda sick and it made your stomach churn, but it made you throb at the same time.
when he decided he was finished, he tossed the panties to the floor and slowly returned his hand to your aching pussy; only after taking the time to leave lingering touches across your stomach and thighs. his eyes scanned your face when he slid a finger in, watching your jaw fall open and your neck strain. he leaned into you, brushing his mouth over yours, and licked your puffy bottom lip. he slipped his tongue inside but you were barely able to kiss back. it became exceptionally harder when he slid another finger inside.
“you’re so cute,” he giggled, “all messy with rosy cheeks, and all i’ve done is fucked you with a few fingers. are you that pathetic?”
nodding, obeying, agreeing with whatever he says in hopes of getting what you want. but you know that what he’s saying is probably accurate; if you looked in a mirror, you’d see a fucked-out mess staring back at you.
“can you hear yourself? listen,” he grabbed your hand off its place on his head and put it over your mouth, pressing down hard so your moans would be muffled, “shhh…”
like this, you could actually hear the wetness reverberating off his hand and your crotch. sickeningly sweet squelching sounds filled the space in between you and it made you drip, how good he was making you feel and how he knew exactly how to do it.
he watched you as he toyed with your pussy, gauging your reaction every time he pulled his fingers away and laughing in your face when you’d whine at the loss. with every curl and stroke of his fingers, your back jolted away from the bed and your head tilts upwards. he’d bring you so close to the edge, just to still inside you.
“i want y’cock, i wanna feel full,” you cry, whining to get your way.
“you wanna feel full? like how you felt earlier?”
his words made you freeze, you had almost forgotten that you told him how you played with yourself earlier. a whimper tumbled out of you and red washed over your face, trying to hide in your pillow again.
“you don’t have to be embarrassed, princess, it’s just me. go get your vibrator and i’ll fill you up nice.” he cooed, ripping his fingers from your core and sucking them into his mouth.
you begrudgingly got out of bed and hobbled over to your dresser, digging around in the top shelf before revealing a small, pink toy. you threw it across the room onto the bed, aiming for the empty space next to matt but it ended up smacking against his chest and landing in his lap. you sucked your lips in to hold back a laugh as he stared at you blankly, finally laughing when your eyes widen. he mumbled ‘rude’ as his giggles died down and picked up the silicone toy, bringing it to life with a click of the button.
sitting at his feet, you watched him inspect the toy. he seemed enthralled with it, even though this definitely wasn’t the first time he’s had it in his hands. he ran his finger over the length of it, pressing the button over again until it was at its highest speed. his eyes locked with yours as he brought it to his clothed cock, running the tip of the toy over his balls first until he reached the head of his dick. you watched as his jaw hung open and gentle moans left his mouth, how he whimpered when he circled the vibrator over his slit.
“i bet this is even better than my mouth, huh?” he said lowly, choking on a groan as he took the vibrations away from his painfully hard cock.
you shook your head fervently, assuring him that his tongue is much better than some buzzing inanimate object. it was the truth, you’ve never made yourself cum as hard with it as he has with just his fingers and tongue. he raised his brows at you in disbelief, but he didn’t argue. he slid off his boxers and carelessly threw them on the ground, joining the growing pile of clothes next to the bed.
“alright, mama. come here.”
you crawled into his lap, settling yourself on his thighs and grabbing his broad shoulders to hold you in place. he smiled up at you before dipping down and kissing your neck. it was chaste, a sheer distinction to what was about to happen. his fingers fiddled with the hem of your tank top, pulling it up and over your head and taking your breasts in his hands once they fully appeared.
“are you gonna show me how you made yourself feel good? my pretty girl…” he babbled, pinching your nipples before tucking your hair behind your ears.
you nodded sheepishly, sitting up on your knees and wrapping your fingers around his cock. you smiled at his expression as you pumped over his length a few times, squeezing the tip ever so slightly when you reached the top. a groan bubbled out of him while he watched you jerk him off, your small hands such a stark contrast to his hard length.
he peeled your wrist away, taking himself in his own hand and lining it up with your wet pussy. he flicked his tip along your folds, pressing it up into your clit before sliding it back down. he pressed his fingertips into your hips, pulling you down to sit fully on him.
you swallowed each other’s airy gasps as he stretched your walls, hot breath on your chest and yours fanning onto his forehead. he held you in place like that for a little, letting you adjust to his size.
“feel full?” he asked, not even waiting for your response to an answer he already knew, “don’t move.”
he blindly reached for your vibrator, tossed somewhere to the side and briefly forgotten about. he never turned it off, so when he finally put the pink toy to your clit, you jolted in shock.
the hand gripping your hip tightened when he felt you clench around him. with your head thrown back and your nails digging into matt’s freckled shoulders, you didn’t even realize he was laughing at you. and honestly, you wouldn’t mind if you knew.
every time your hips stuttered on his cock, trying to add to the friction, he’d wrap his arm around you and cement you in place. your gaze went from the ceiling to the arm around your waist just to see his bicep and forearm flexing and holding you tight.
“love how small you are in my arms,” he whispered, noticing your infatuation with his arms, “love how easy i can toss you around.”
“please, please let me move- i wan’ it…”
“please, daddy,” there was that red-hot shame again, dripping down onto matt’s thighs.
“okay, honey,” he placed a kiss on your cheek before continuing, “you can move.”
without a second thought you were rolling your hips against his, his tip continuously rutting against the spongy spot inside you. he held the vibrator against his pubic bone so you could grind against it simultaneously, thrusting it against your clit deeper every time you moved forwards.
“feels so good, mama. so tight around me. you feel like heaven.” he said in between planting kisses to your ear, his deep voice going through your ears and straight to your crotch. “you’re dripping all over my thighs, i can feel you fucking gliding on me. are you just so desperate?”
“yes- mphmmfuck, matt,” you moaned, “need to cum, ah!”
he cut you off with a thrust of his hips upwards, sending you toppling onto him and burying his face in your chest. he sucked a nipple into his mouth, biting over the hardened nub before soothing it with his tongue. his kisses went up your chest and to your neck, suckling the skin harshly to leave another bruise.
“sweet girl needs to cum.” he cooed, “already? i didn’t know my girl was such a slut.”
he groaned, almost whimpering in your ear before he started again, “who am i kidding, we both know how fucking slutty you are. just for me though, right baby? like how you were so needy you bounced on a plastic cock and pretended it was mine? were you sad there was no cum to fill this pretty pussy of yours?”
his tone compared to the filthy things he was saying to you pulled you over the edge, spasming against him and clenching around his cock. the haze he had pulled you into made you feel drunk. you were so gone you didn’t even notice him start to fuck you, one hand on the bed for leverage and the other holding you upright. thrusting his hips into you at a ruthless pace, chasing his orgasm: desperately needing to give you what you craved.
he finally released inside you, his warmth spreading over your walls as he slowed. he relaxed and fell backward, bringing you down with him and making you squeal softly when his cock hit a sensitive spot in the process.
you rested your head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat slow down, counting every beat. his hands found your hair and massaged his fingers into your scalp.
“so good for me. thank you, baby.”
“mhm. you deserve to be thanked. you know i’d get on my knees for you in an instant.”
you buried your head in his chest, not letting him see the stupid giddy grin adorning your face.
“love you s’much.” you whispered, muffled by his skin.
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