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✧dilf!matt, dom!matt, praise, oral sex (f recieving), unprotected sex

summary: after hearing your sweet single dad neighbor matt getting himself off through the paper thin walls, you spend the next day completely ruined by the sound of his groans. when he shows up at your door mortified, you pull him inside and finally get to hear those sounds for yourself.

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the walls were paper thin.

that was the first thing you noticed when you moved into apartment 3a. 

the second thing you noticed was apartment 3b.

it was occupied by a man and his young daughter. you saw them in the hall your first day, a very energetic small child with bright pink rain boots and a man trying to wrangle her while juggling two bags of groceries. he'd given you a strained but apologetic smile. "sorry," he'd said, as the little girl, who you'd later learn was named lily, tried to kick his shin. "she's in a phase."

"no worries," you'd replied, smiling. "i'm your new neighbor. 3a."

"matt," he'd said, shifting the bags. "matt from 3b. and this is lily."

lily had peered at you from behind his legs before offering a shy wave. 

over the next few months, you settled into a routine. you'd see them in the mornings, matt looking exhausted but patient, lily chattering nonstop about her day at kindergarten. you'd see them in the evenings, matt often looking tired, lily usually demanding a piggyback ride. 

you became comfortable with them. you’d hold the door, accept the extra cookies that lily baked (they were always a little salty), listen to matt's quiet complaints about the building's plumbing. 

you learned things. he was a single dad. he worked from home as some kind of graphic designer. he was kind. he was tired. he was completely, and very much off-limits.

not that you didn't notice. you did. you noticed the way his brown hair curled slightly at the nape of his neck when it was too long. you noticed the soft, worn-in feel of his hoodies. you noticed how he was unfairly muscular for someone who hid under baggy clothes. and you noticed the genuine laugh that escaped him when lily did something funny, a sound that made your stomach clench. 

but he was a neighbor. a friend. so you hid those thoughts and went on with your life.

it was friday. you knew lily was with her mom for the weekend. matt had mentioned it when you ran into him at the mailboxes, a relieved look on his face. "a whole 48 hours of freedom," he'd said with a wry smile. "i'm probably just going to sleep."

you were curled on your couch, mindlessly watching a rom-com you'd seen a dozen times, your plastic fork sifting through lo mein noodles. it was late, past midnight. the building was silent. that's when you heard the first sound. a soft, rhythmic creak.

“old building”, you thought, turning up the volume on the tv slightly.

but the creaking didn't stop. it was steady. a slow, deliberate rhythm. 

creak… creak… creak. 

your brow furrowed. it sounded like it was coming from the wall, the one you shared with matt. you muted the tv, holding your breath.

and then you heard it. a sound that was definitely not the building settling.

it was a low, drawn-out groan. 

your heart slammed against your ribs. it was matt. the sweet, gentle, exhausted dad from next door. the sound was so different from his usual voice. it was rougher...hotter.

you shouldn't be listening. your mind screamed at you to turn the tv back on, to put on headphones, to give him his privacy. but you were frozen. a shameful heat pooled in your stomach.

the sounds were clearer now. the creaking was faster, more urgent. you could hear his breathing, harsh and ragged. another groan, this one higher, more desperate. 

you closed your eyes, your own breath catching in your throat. you imagined him. alone in his apartment, in his bed. the flannel and jeans gone. his body, which you'd only ever seen in baggy clothes, now bare and glistening with sweat. 

you listened as his breathing grew more erratic, as the sounds became more frantic. you heard him whisper something, too muffled to make out, but the tone was clear. then, a final, shuddering groan that was almost a sob, and silence.

you stayed there for a long time, your body thrumming with a nervous energy. finally, you stumbled to your room, your legs feeling like jelly. you didn't sleep. you just lay in the dark, the sounds replaying in your head.

the next day was psychological torture.

you felt guilty, ashamed, and incredibly turned on. every time you thought of his face, a new image replaced it: his head thrown back, his mouth open in pleasure.

you decided to hide in your apartment all day, surviving on coffee and regret. but around noon, your stomach betrayed you. you were out of everything. you had to leave.

you took a deep breath, preparing yourself as you opened your door. and of course, as fate would have it, his door opened at the exact same moment.

he stood there, looking so painfully normal. grey hoodie, sweats, his hair a messy brown thing. he gave you his usual small, polite smile. "hey,"

your face immediately went red. you couldn't look at him. you couldn't. you just nodded, staring at a small scuff mark on the floor, mumbling something that might have been "hi" or "hot" or "help." you weren't sure.

he stopped, his friendly smile faltering. "you okay?"

you just shook your head, still refusing to make eye contact. you risked a quick glance up, and you saw it happen. the exact moment the realization dawned on his face. his eyes widened slightly, and a deep, blush started at the base of his neck and crept upward, flooding his cheeks. 

he looked away, clearing his throat roughly. "right. well. have a good one," he mumbled, before practically jogging down the hall toward the elevators, leaving you leaning against your door.

you hid in your apartment for the rest of the day. you ordered pizza, you watched three movies, you cleaned your bathroom. anything to keep your mind occupied. but it was no use. his embarrassed face, his moans, it was all on a loop. 

around seven o'clock, as you were curled up on the couch trying to read, there was a soft, hesitant knock on your door.

your stomach dropped to your feet. you crept to the peephole, your heart hammering. it was matt. his hands were shoved deep in his pockets, his shoulders hunched, his gaze fixed on the floor. you took a steadying breath and opened the door a crack.

he flinched when he saw you. "hey," he started, his voice low and rough, completely different from his usual tone.

"look, i am so, so sorry about that night." he wouldn't meet your gaze, staring at the brass number on your door. "the walls are… they're basically nonexistent. i wasn't thinking. it was completely inappropriate and i promise you, it will not happen again."

he was rambling, genuinely humiliated. "i just wanted to apologize in person. i'm not… i don't usually… it's just, it's been a long time since i've had the place to myself and i…" he trailed off, finally forcing himself to look at you.

his rambling stopped. his eyes narrowed slightly, searching yours. "you didn't… you didn't call the front desk, did you?" he asked, his voice dropping to a near whisper.

you slowly shook your head.

he let out a shaky breath, one you didn't realize he'd been holding. he took a half-step closer, shrinking the already small space in the hallway. "why not?" he asked, his voice barely audible.

you didn't answer with words. you just pulled your door open wider, stepping back to give him room to enter.

he hesitated for a moment, his eyes searching yours, looking for something. permission, an explanation, anything. then he stepped inside, and you closed the door softly behind him. the click of the lock echoed in the sudden silence of your apartment.

he stood awkwardly in your small entryway, his hands still shoved in his pockets, looking everywhere but at you. "i really am sorry," he started again, his voice low. "i was just..."

"lonely?" you finished softly, and his head snapped up.

his eyes, dark and intense, finally met yours. there was a vulnerability that made your chest ache. "yeah," he admitted, his voice barely a whisper. "stupid, right?"

"no," you said, shaking your head. "not stupid at all."

you could feel the heat radiating off him, smell the clean, faint scent of his laundry soap mixed with something that was uniquely him. you took a step closer, closing the distance until you were almost touching.

"i didn't mind," you admitted, your voice trembling slightly. "hearing you, i mean."

his breath hitched. his gaze dropped from your eyes to your lips, then back again. "you didn't?"

you shook your head slowly. "i couldn't stop thinking about it," you confessed. "all day."

a low groan escaped him, the same sound you'd heard through the wall, but this time it was right in front of you. it sent a jolt straight through your body. "fuck," he breathed, and then his hands were on you.

one hand cupped the back of your neck, his fingers tangling in your hair as he pulled you closer. the other gripped your hip, holding you against him. his lips crashed against yours, hungry and desperate. it was messy and urgent, all teeth and tongue and need.

you kissed him back just as desperately, your hands sliding up his chest to grip his shoulders. you could feel the muscles there, firm and solid beneath the soft material of his hoodie. he backed you against the door, his body pressing into yours, and you could feel how hard he already was.

"i've wanted to do this since i first saw you," he murmured against your mouth, his voice rough with desire. "thought about you so many times."

"show me," you gasped as his lips moved to your neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin there. "show me what you thought about."

he pulled back just enough to look at you, his eyes dark. "you have no idea what you do to me," he said, before capturing your mouth again in another kiss.

his hands roamed your body, exploring every curve and dip. he slid one hand under your shirt, his warm palm flat against your stomach, then higher to cup you through your bra. you arched into his touch, a soft moan escaping your lips.

"god, you feel good," he groaned, his thumb brushing against your nipple, making it pebble under his touch. "wanna feel all of you."

in one motion, he lifted you, your legs wrapping around his waist as he carried you toward your bedroom. your back hit the soft mattress as he settled over you. he hovered above you for a moment, just looking, his gaze so intense it made you shiver.

"so beautiful," he murmured, before leaning down to kiss you again, slower this time, deeper.

you helped him pull your shirt over your head, then his. you ran your hands over his chest, tracing the lines of his muscles, feeling the heat of his skin. he was perfect. better than you'd imagined. 

he kissed his way down your body and when he reached the waistband of your pants, he looked up at you, his eyes asking for permission. you nodded, lifting your hips to help him slide them off.

he settled between your thighs, his breath warm against your already slick folds. "been thinking about this pussy too," he said, before lowering his head and tasting you.

you cried out, your hands fisting in the sheets as his tongue worked you. he was alternating between broad strokes and targeted flicks that had you squirming beneath him.

"matt," you gasped, your hips bucking against his mouth. "please..."

he chuckled, the vibration sending another wave of pleasure through you. "please what?" he teased, lifting his head slightly.

"don't stop," you begged.

"wasn't planning on it," he murmured, before diving back in, redoubling his efforts.

it didn't take long before your body was trembling. he slid two fingers inside you, curling them just right as he sucked on your clit, and that was all it took. you came with a cry, your back arching off the bed.

he worked you through it, his tongue and fingers on you until you collapsed back against the bed, panting. he kissed his way back up your body, settling over you again.

“i’m not done yet," he promised, his voice thick with want. he positioned himself at your entrance, his eyes locked on yours. "you ready, sweetheart?"

you nodded, wrapping your legs around his waist. "please, matt," you whispered.

he pushed into you slowly, giving you time to adjust to his size. you both groaned as he filled you completely, the stretch and fullness sending pleasure through your body.

"fuck, you're tight," he breathed, his forehead resting against yours. "so wet for me."

he started to move, slow and deep at first, building a rhythm. the room filled with the sounds of your pleasure, moans and gasps and the slap of skin against skin.

"you like that?" he asked, his voice strained as he picked up the pace. "you like how i fuck you?"

"yes," you cried out, your nails digging into his back. "harder, matt, please..."

he obliged, his thrusts becoming faster, harder, driving into you with an intensity that left you breathless. 

"come with me," he commanded, his voice rough. "wanna feel you come around my cock." you whimpered, hands grasping at his hair, at his back, at anything that could anchor you down.

"that's it," he grunted, his hands gripping your hips as he began to move. "take it. take all of me."

"matt, i'm gonna come," you gasped.

"do it," he commanded. "come for me. let me feel it."

your orgasm washed over you, more intense than the last. he followed you over, his own release triggering another wave of pleasure through you.

you collapsed onto the bed, him following you down, his weight comforting. you lay there for a long time, just breathing.

he shifted, propping himself up on his elbows to look down at you. he gently pushed a stray strand of hair away from your face, his thumb lingering on your cheekbone. "i..." he started, then stopped, a small, quiet smile playing on his lips. “i don't think i've ever been that loud."

a surprised laugh escaped you, breaking the heavy silence. it felt good. “i don't think i have either…" you admitted, your cheeks warming.

his smile widened, reaching his eyes, making them crinkle at the corners. "i liked it," he said, his voice a low rumble. “i liked hearing you." he leaned down, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to your lips. when he pulled back, his expression was more serious. "so," he began, his gaze searching yours. "this is... not how i saw my weekend going."

"me neither," you said softly. "but is that... a bad thing?"

"no," he answered immediately, shaking his head. "god, no. it's just... complicated." he sighed, rolling off you to lie beside you, one arm draped over your stomach. he stared at the ceiling. "lily's my whole world. and i've been so careful. about who i bring around, about... everything. it's been a long time since there was anyone."

you turned onto your side to face him, tracing the lines of his chest with your fingertip. "you don't have to explain."

"i want to," he insisted, catching your hand and lacing his fingers with yours. "i don't want this to be... a one time thing because of thin walls and a moment of weakness." he looked at you then, his eyes earnest. "i’ve noticed you since the day you moved in. noticed the way you smile at lily even when she's being a menace. noticed how you're always kind. i just... ignored it. you know? and then last night..."

"and then last night," you repeated.

"yeah," he breathed out and squeezed your hand. "so what now?"

you thought about it for a moment, about the man who made salty cookies and blushed at his daughter's inappropriate questions. the man who had just thoroughly wrecked you in your own bed. they were the same person. and you wanted more of both.

"well," you said, propping yourself up on your elbow to look down at him. "lily's with her mom until sunday, right?"

a slow grin spread across his face. "right."

"good," you said, leaning in to kiss him. "because i'm not nearly done with you yet."