𝒷𝑒𝓁𝓁𝒶 🪿

Contains: smut, porn without plot, mentions of weed and getting high, consensual drug use, semi-public sex, high sex, rough sex, degradation kink, breeding kink, implied praise kink, fingering, oral (f receiving), overstim (resulting in crying), unprotected piv, creampie, dirty talk, hair pulling, mouth covering, bigdick!matt, #mattthemunch, multiple orgasms, slight cockwarming, aftercare, soft!dom! bsf!matt x sub!fem bsf!reader

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The noise from inside the party was a dull roar against my back, the bass from the speakers vibrating through the sliding glass door as I let it hiss shut behind me. The balcony was a small strip of concrete with a rusted railing and a single wrought iron chair that had definitely seen better days, but it was quiet and the night air was cool against my skin and that was all I needed. I pulled the joint from behind my ear and lit it, inhaling deep and letting the smoke settle in my lungs before I tipped my head back and released it into the dark sky.

I was three hits in when the door slid open behind me and I knew it was him before I even turned around. I knew the weight of his footsteps, the way he breathed, and the particular silence he carried with him wherever he went.

"There you are." Matt said, and his voice was low and warm and it did something to my chest that I refused to name. "I was looking for you."

I turned just enough to look at him over my shoulder, the joint held loosely between my fingers. "Needed a break. Its so fucking loud in there."

He stepped onto the balcony and let the door close behind him, cutting off the music and the chatter, leaving us in that thick quiet that felt heavier than it should have. He came to stand beside me at the railing, close enough that I could smell his cologne cutting through the smoke, and looked out at the street below where the streetlights were buzzing and a cat was slinking along the sidewalk.

"I could go for some peace and quiet too." he said.

I took another drag and held it, watching him from the corner of my eye. He looked really good tonight. Well, he always looked good, but tonight he was wearing that black shirt I liked with the collar that framed his throat just right. His jawline looked much sharper in the low light, and I was unabashedly staring at this point. I convinced myself it was just the weed making everything look softer.

He looked at the joint in my hand and then at me. There was a question swimming in his eyes that he didn’t quite voice out loud.

"Curious?" I said.

"Maybe."

I let the smoke curl out of my lips and considered him. "This is pretty strong for an amateur, Matt. I’m not even joking."

He smiled that smile that always made me forget what I was about to say. "I’ll be fine."

I wanted to argue but I could see that look on his face, the one that meant he had already decided, so I passed it over to him. "Take a hit. See how you feel."

He took it from me and his fingers brushed mine and it was nothing, it was barely a second of contact, but I felt it in my stomach like a small electric shock. He brought the joint to his lips and inhaled, as I watched the way his throat bobbed from the movement. He held the smoke in his lungs before he coughed it out hard, his body doubling over the railing as he hacked and laughed at the same time.

"Shit." he choked, his voice coming out rough and strained.

I laughed and took the joint back from him. "I told you."

Once he recovered, he straightened up and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. I watched the gradual change happen in his eyes as the weed settled into his system. His pupils dilated and his shoulders relaxed, and he was now looking at me differently. It was slower, like he was really seeing me for the first time tonight.

"I feel it." he said, and there was a wonder in his voice that made me smile.

But then he kept looking at me and my smile started to fade. He was looking at me with a different gaze, unlike anything how someone should be looking at their best friend. It was the way a man looks at a woman when he wants to take her apart with his hands.

I tried to shake it off. I told myself I was just high and imagining things, and projecting my own stupid feelings onto him because the weed was making me horny. He was my best friend and this was a dangerous road to go down in my head. But I couldn’t stop looking at him. He was so frustratingly handsome in the dim orange glow of the streetlights, with his defined jaw, his veiny hands, and the way his hair fell across his forehead. And all I wanted was to touch him so badly that it began to hurt.

I pressed my thighs together, a small subtle movement that I thought he would miss. But Matt was always known to be really observant, because his eyes dropped to my legs and stayed there. I felt heat rush to my face and lower, pooling in my stomach and between my thighs.

The silence stretched between us and it was so heavy that I could have drowned in it. Matt moved to the iron chair and sat down, spreading his knees wide in that casual masculine way that made my mouth go dry. My eyes betrayed me completely, as I looked at his lap and I couldn’t get myself to look away.

It looked so inviting.

He noticed. Of course he noticed. And the corner of his mouth curled into a smirk that was slow and knowing.

"You keep staring at me." he said, his voice carrying an edge I had never heard before. "What's going on in that head of yours?"

“Nothing.”

“Liar. You’re pressing your thighs together and think I won’t notice. But I notice everything.”

I felt heat rush to my face but I forced myself to meet his eyes instead of shrinking away. "Maybe I’m just cold."

"Bullshit." He leaned back in the chair and crossed his arms, as a cocky smirk framed his full lips. "You’ve got the same look on your face when you’re hungry and see a plate of fries coming towards you. It’s your ‘I-want-something’ look."

"You’re comparing yourself to french fries right now. That’s really sad, Matt."

He laughed, a low, deep sound that twisted a knot in my stomach. "You know what I mean. You were staring at my dick like it personally offended you."

"I was not staring at your dick." I retorted, rolling my eyes. 

"Your eyes were literally on my crotch for a solid eight seconds."

I opened my mouth to argue but I couldn’t… because he was right. I had been staring and he caught me, and now he was holding it over my head like a trophy. The weed was making everything feel amplified: the way the air moved across my skin, the way his voice seemed to vibrate right through me, and there was wet heat building between my legs that I was doing a terrible job of ignoring.

"Fine." I said, and I let my voice drop into something less guarded. "Maybe I was looking. Is that a crime?"

He tilted his head and studied me with a piercing gaze, as his smirk softened into something more dangerous. "No, it's not a crime. But it tells me enough."

Matt stood up slowly and walked towards me, making me back up until my spine hit the cold brick wall. He stopped right in front of me, close enough that I could smell the weed on his breath and feel the warmth radiating off his body.

"I know you’ve been looking at me the same way I’ve been looking at you all night. And I know you’re thinking about it right now."

“Matt, I—“

"I know you." He reached out and traced a finger along my collarbone, making me shiver. “I know what you want… and I want that too."

I should have said something clever. I should have deflected with a joke and stepped away, laughing it off like I always did. But the weed had stripped away my filters and his finger was still tracing patterns on my skin. I was so soaked that I could feel it through the scant material of my underwear.

"Yeah," I spoke up, and my voice came out rougher than I expected it to. "I have wanted that. And what are you gonna do about it, Matt?"

His pupils dilated and his hand moved from my collarbone to my throat, not squeezing, but just resting there. His thumb was right against my pulse point where he could most definitely feel my heart hammering. "Careful. You might get exactly what you asked for."

"Is that supposed to scare me?"

He chuckled darkly and due to our proximity, I could feel the vibration of it through his chest. "No, it's not supposed to scare you. Maybe turn you on? And based on the way you just bit your lip, I’m guessing it’s working."

I hated that he was right. I hated that he knew me so well that he could read every tiny tell my body gave away. But I also loved it, and the feeling of being seen so completely. And the weed was making that feeling even more intense, making every brush of his fingers and every word he spoke feel like it was landing directly onto my skin.

"So what do you wanna do to me?" I asked, as I braced myself for his response knowing it was going to most definitely put me over the edge.

He leaned in close, his mouth brushing against my ear. "I want to take you apart on this balcony, sweetheart. And I want to hear you say please."

I swallowed hard and the hand on my throat felt like it was grounding me and undoing me at the same time. "Do it." I whispered, surrendering myself to him completely.

Matt pulled back and looked at me with a newfound darkened gaze. Instead of moving and leading me anywhere, he reached out and took the joint from between my fingers. I watched him bring it to his lips and hold my gaze as he deeply inhaled its contents, this time with no cough or struggle.

The tip glowed orange in the dim light and he held the smoke in his lungs for a pause, relishing in the buzzed feeling it gave. He then leaned in, as his free hand came up to cup my jaw and hovered his mouth over mine, but not to kiss me. He parted my lips with his thumb and exhaled the smoke directly into my mouth. It was warm and thick, tasting of him.

I had no choice but to take it into my lungs and hold it there while he pulled back just enough to watch me. The weed hit me again on top of what I already had, a second layer that made my eyelids go heavy and my knees go soft. I could feel the way my pupils dilated and the way my breath came out shaky when I finally released the smoke between us. He saw it. He saw exactly what it did to me, as a satisfied smirk spread across his face, making him appear more dangerous than he did just a mere moment ago.

Without another second to spare, his mouth was on mine and it wasn’t gentle. It was hungry and demanding. He tasted like smoke and something sweet he must have been drinking inside. Matt kissed me like a restraint in him had finally snapped.

He had discarded the joint because I felt both his hands find my waist, to pull me tight against him. I felt his hard length pressing into my hip, making me gasp against his lips, which he swallowed with a noise that sounded almost like a growl.

His hand hastily found the button of my pants, as he still held me close, clearly not wanting to let go of me anytime soon. He worked it open with one hand, the motion practiced and sure, and his fingers eagerly slipped inside. He pushed past the waistband of my underwear, and the first touch of his skin against mine made me break the kiss to suck in a sharp breath.

"Matt–" I whimpered, but it came out more as a pathetic mewl.

"So wet for me already." he husked, his voice rough against my mouth. "I barely touched you and you’re already dripping. What does that say about you, huh?"

"That I want you." I confessed, breathlessly. “Please.”

He found my desperation amusing, but decided not to tease, as his fingers brushed over my clit. He circled it slowly and teasingly, making me press my lips together tight to keep from making a sound.

Matt kissed me again and this time his tongue pushed past my lips, as his fingers slid down through my slick heat and pushed two fingers inside. He curled the digits upwards in that way that made my vision blur at the edges. I grabbed onto his shoulders for support as I felt my legs give in and soften below me. He swallowed the moans he elicited out of me like it was his own reward to claim.

"Yeah, there it is." he gruffed, his voice rough against my ear. "You’re clenching me so tight, baby. You like that, don't you? You like getting fucked by my hands knowing anyone can see, huh?"

I could only nod because his fingers were pumping in and out of me at a dizzying rhythm as his thumb continued its onslaught against my clit, and the combination was making it hard to form any words. The weed in my system was making every sensation feel like it was happening in slow motion and high definition at the same time, the way his fingers filled me, the way his palm pressed against my pelvis, and the way his breath was hot against my neck.

"I want you to cum on my fingers." he commanded, his tone carrying an edge that made my stomach flip. "I wanna feel you squeeze around me and watch your pretty face when it happens. Can you do that for me? Can you be a good girl and cum for me?"

The praise hit me right in the chest and I felt my hips start moving against his hand, chasing the pressure. Matt increased the pace, his fingers fucking me faster while his thumb worked my clit in tight circles. I could feel my orgasm building in the base of my spine, spreading through my hips, my stomach, and my thighs. I let my head fall back against the brick, letting my mouth part open, as he leaned in to kiss me again.

"That’s it." he breathed against my lips. "You look so fucking hot right now. Like this. Let go for me. I wanna feel it."

And I did. I came undone against his hand with a muffled cry that he caught with his mouth, my body shuddering as the orgasm rolled through me in waves that felt deeper and longer than normal. Each pulse of pleasure stretched out like honey. He worked me through it, slowing his fingers but not stopping until I was gasping and pushing weakly at his wrist because the sensitivity was too much.

Matt pulled his fingers out slowly and brought them to his mouth, licking them clean while holding my gaze, and the sight of it made a fresh pulse of heat bloom through me.

"Sweet." he hummed. "I need more of that."

Before I could process anything and recover, Matt dropped to his knees in front of me and looked up. The position alone was enough to make my heart leap out of my gasping mouth. He hooked his fingers into my pants and pulled them down my thighs along with my underwear. I willingly stepped out of them because I wanted this, wanted him, and wanted to feel his mouth on me again after all these years of pretending I didn’t care to.

"Hold your own mouth." he said, his voice was commanding but not harsh. "’Cause if you’re loud, someone’s gonna come out here and see me eating you out. Then I’m gonna have to stop, and neither of us wants that."

I pressed my own palm over my mouth and nodded. The look Matt gave me was pure approval, dark, hungry, and full of promise.

He leaned forward and pressed his mouth to the inside of my thigh first, kissing his way up slowly, taking his time. The anticipation made me claw at the wall behind me as my knees were threatening to give out. When I felt the first touch of his tongue against my clit, I jolted, gasping loudly, making him grip my hips hard to hold me steady. Matt then made a sound against me that vibrated through my entire body, making me shudder.

Seeing how my body was responding to him, Matt very quickly changed his mind, and chose not to take his sweet time with me anymore. He wanted this fast and dirty. He licked into me like he had been starving for it, his tongue flat and firm, dragging filthily through my folds before focusing on my clit with a precision that made my knees buckle. He caught me with his hands on my ass and held me in place. I looked down at him, at the way his dark hair fell across his forehead and the way his eyes were closed like he was savouring a meal. I rolled my eyes to the back of my skull, relishing in the feeling of being tongue-fucked by him.

He was too good at this. He was so good at this that it almost made me annoyed, that he had been hiding this from me, and that we had wasted so much time pretending we didn’t want each other. But the feeling melted away with every stroke of his tongue and every soft sound he made against me. Within minutes I was trembling and clutching at his hair, trying desperately to stay quiet.

And the buzz from the weed wasn’t helping in the slightest, as it was making everything feel hyperreal. I could feel every ridge of his tongue, every brush of his breath against my skin, and the rough scrape of his stubble on my inner thighs. The sensation was so overwhelming that it felt like it was happening in high definition, setting every nerve ending ablaze all at once. I had to press my hand harder against my own mouth to keep myself from making a sound that would carry through the glass door.

Matt pulled back just long enough to look up at me. "Already struggling? I’ve barely started."

"Shut up."

He gave me a shit-eating grin, and then his mouth was on me again. This time, his fingers joined in, slowly sliding two inside me, and curling them upwards to reach that perfect spot while his tongue worked my clit. The dual sensation was so much that my head fell back against the brick, and my hips started to grind against his face on its own accord.

Matt made an approving sound against me, a low hum that vibrated through my entire body. I began to feel my second orgasm building faster than the first, this one more urgent and intense. The high was making it feel like the pleasure was looping back on itself, each wave bigger than the last. And I could feel tears pricking at the corners of my eyes from the sheer overwhelming force of it.

I tried to warn him with a sound against my palm but he already knew. He could feel it in the way my thighs started shaking and the way I clenched around his fingers. Matt doubled down on his efforts to break me once again, by sucking my clit into his mouth as his fingers pumped faster. Before long, I shattered with a cry that I barely managed to smother behind my hand.

He lapped at me through it, gentle and steady, drawing out every last tremor until I was shaking and oversensitive. And through it all, my hand was trembling against my mouth as weak whimpers slipped out. Matt pulled back and looked up at me with his chin glistening, and that infuriating smirk still in place.

"That’s two." he said, standing up and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "But I think you have one more in you."

My legs were shaky and my head was practically spinning at this point. I slumped against the brick wall for support and said, "You’re gonna kill me."

"Probably." He stepped closer and pressed his body against mine. I could feel how hard he was through his jeans, as the wet heat of him pressed against my still-sensitive core. "But what a way to go, right?"

Before I could speak, Matt kissed me again, making me taste myself on his lips and tongue. It felt so intimate and dirty, and it made me want him even more.

His hands found my waist and turned me towards the railing instead of the wall, guiding me forward until my palms hit the cold metal. I could see the busy street below, and knowing that anyone could look up and see me bent over getting railed by Matt, sent a fresh pulse of heat through me. It didn’t matter that I was still oversensitive from my previous two orgasms, I needed him to properly fuck me now. 

"Keep your hands on the railing." he rasped into my ear. "And don’t move them."

I heard the sound of his belt unbuckling and the hiss of his zipper following after. Then the warm tip of his leaking cock came, pressing up right against my wet entrance. He dragged the thick bulbous head through my folds, coating himself in me, and the anticipation was maddening. The high made every second feel stretched out and elastic, like time was bending around us. And I could feel every droplet of slickness and every brush of his skin against mine.

"Please." I keened, the word slipping out before I could stop it.

"Please what?" His voice was a dark tease. "Use your words, baby. You’re usually so good at running your mouth."

"Fuck me, Matt. Please, I need to feel you."

He groaned and pushed into me in one slow smooth motion, and I had to bite down on my own forearm to keep from screaming. He was thick and filled me completely, the stretch of it being a bright sharp pleasure that made my eyes water. Every sensation felt amplified, like the way my inner walls clutched at him, and how he reached deeper than anyone I've had sex with before.

He started moving in long deep strokes, his hands gripping my hips hard enough to leave bruises, and I could hear his breathing turn ragged behind me. His right hand came up and clamped over my mouth, as his palm pressed firmly against my lips, muffling my moans. Meanwhile his left hand grabbed a fistful of my hair at the base of my skull and pulled, not hard enough to hurt, but enough to make my head tilt back and my spine arch.

"Shut up." he hissed, his voice strained but steady as he kept fucking me with that same relentless rhythm. "Unless you want everyone inside to hear exactly what you sound like when I fuck you, sweetheart."

The pressure of his hand over my mouth was simultaneously grounding and possessive, and the pull of his hand in my hair made my scalp tingle. I could feel myself getting wetter and trickle around him, if that was even possible, knowing he was controlling every part of this. Matt picked up the pace, slamming into me with a force that pushed my whole body forward against the railing, causing the metal to groan under our shared weight.

"I’ve always wanted this..." he panted, his voice low and wrecked against my ear. "To fuck you so full of my cum that you leak for hours… and feel it dripping down your thighs until way after."

The filthy words mixed with the physical sensation and the lingering high, and the way his hands were pulling my hair and clamping my mouth, had my third orgasm impending. This one was rolling in even much faster and more urgent than the last one, the oversensitivity making everything feel sharper and more intense.

Matt felt it too, the way I was clenching around him. So he pulled my hair tighter, and thrusted into me deeper. "Yeah, that’s it. Cum for me again. Let me feel you squeeze my cock."

I shattered with a sound that he concealed with his palm, my body convulsing around him as he kept thrusting through it, chasing his own release. I felt tears streaming down my cheeks, hot and silent against his fingers. When Matt felt the moisture, he darkly chuckled, a sound that vibrated through his chest and into my back.

"Are you crying?" His voice was pure mockery wrapped in arousal. "Aw, is my cock making you cry? Fuck, you’re unbelievable." There was a cruel edge to his voice, filled with dark amusement. "Look at you, taking it like a slut. Letting your best friend use you as a cumdump while everyone we know can find us. What would they think if they saw you now, huh? If they saw how wet you get for me, hm?"

The degradation hit me right where it mattered and I sobbed into his palm. Matt pulled my hair tighter and thrusted deeper, before I felt him push into me one last time. I felt him pulse as he came inside me, hot, full, and endless. He held himself there, buried to the hilt, and I could feel him twitching inside me as he emptied himself. The feeling of being so full of him, made another wave of pleasure roll through my already well-spent body.

Matt stayed inside me for a long moment, both of us breathing hard, as the night air cooly settled upon our sweat-misted skin. The muffled thump of the music inside the party was still filtering through the glass door, and I could hear someone laughing and the sound of glasses clinking. It all felt so surreal, like we had existed in a separate pocket of time that no one else knew about.

He finally pulled out slowly and let go of my hair, making me sag against the railing, with my legs barely holding me up. I felt his cum starting to leak down my thigh, as promised, and the sensation made me shiver.

He turned me around gently and cupped my face in his hands, as he looked at the tear tracks on my cheeks and the post-fuck mess I was in. I saw the way his expression softened into something tender. He wiped a tear away with his thumb and smiled that familiar smile that had always been mine, making my chest ache.

"You okay?" he asked, his voice smoky but warm, stripped of all the dark edges that it had carried moments ago.

"I’m gonna need a minute." I said, my voice sounding hoarse. "And a cigarette. Maybe even a new set of knees."

"Fair enough." He softly laughed and kissed my forehead, then my nose, and then my mouth, all soft and lingering.

I leaned into him when he went to pull away, so he instead wrapped his arms around me, as we stood there on that cold balcony, tangled and sticky, still trying to catch our breaths. I could still feel his cum leak out of me with every small movement I made. I should have felt embarrassed or cheap, but all I felt was warm, satisfied, and high in a way that had nothing to do with the marijuana anymore.

"We should probably go back inside before someone comes looking for us." I said.

"Probably." he agreed, but he made no move to let go of me. And neither did I.

A/N: i've never gotten high in my life so if this is inaccurate lmaoooo pls forgive me 💀

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being on your period is never a fun experience. you could be having the best day of your life, and then the next, it all hits you at once, and you’re reduced to a puddle of emotions. you had never been one to openly complain to everyone, but it had always been obvious. it’s different with matt.

you trust him completely, and he’s always there for you. so with him, you let all your frustration out. he doesn’t mind at all, but it does hurt his heart to see you so miserable.

on this day three, particularly, it gets extra bad. you’re in your bed, curled into yourself, and in pain. your cramps are never light. they are always gone or terrible; there's no in between.

you text matt, telling him how miserable you feel and that you just want him to come over and hold you. you can’t help but want your boyfriend at a time like this.

matt replies immediately, saying he’ll be there, and that was it.

you curl back up around your pillow, groaning because you couldn’t find your heating pad that morning, which is the only thing that could have made your cramps a little more bearable.

—

matt takes longer than you expect. after about an hour, you’re about to cry because you’re beginning to think he’s not actually coming. that’s when you hear your front door open. a minute later, matt steps into your room with his arms full. you look up and tears fill your eyes.

“i, uh… i brought you some stuff,” he smiles sheepishly, setting everything on the edge of your bed, and pulling something specific out first. he hands it to you. its your heating pad.

“you left this at my house, i figured you’d want it,” he says softly as he plugs it in for you.

“matt,” you whine, so overcome with gratitude and love. he doesn’t reply and instead places a basket right next to you.

he smiles at you, eyes full of affection. when you don’t look at it, too busy looking at him, he pushes it closer to you as a way to tell you “look at it” without words.

you sit up slightly, pressing the heating pad closer to your abdomen as you pull the basket a little closer. you first pull out your favorite drink and snacks along with a small stuffed animal that you’d pointed out once. you wipe a tear before it spills.

then, you pick up a red rose bouquet lego set.

“i figured maybe we could build that together,” he says, sitting down next to you.

you sniffle, a smile pulling at your lips. then, you pull out a very soft weighted blanket from the bottom of the basket. hiding under it was your favorite candy and a little love note.

you pick it up with a delicate touch, lip trembling as you read it, trying not to let your emotions pour out.

“before you say anything,” matt starts, “there’s starbucks in the fridge. i would’ve given it to you first, but  it got warm in the car, and i wanted to make sure it was cold again first.”

a tear falls from your eye, and matt’s hand lifts to wipe it before you can.

“you do too much for me,” you say, leaning into his touch.

“i don’t do enough,” he says. “i love spoiling you.”

—

for the rest of the day, you sit between matt’s legs on the living room floor, lego pieces spread in front of you, and your favorite starbucks drink along with your favorite chips on the coffee table beside you. your favorite movie plays quietly in the background as you focus on the lego set in front of you.

matt helps you build the set with one hand, while the other gently rubs your belly where your cramps are the worst. he had put his hoodie on you not long ago, since you were cold.

every once in a while, you feel his lips press against the top of your head and on your temples. you smile when he kisses you, leaning back into him and pressing a kiss to his jaw in return.

eventually, when the lego set is finished, and you have a permanent rose bouquet, you catch his lips in a kiss.

“thank you,” you whisper, pressing your head into the crook of his neck.

“anytime, sweetheart,” he replies.

soon after, you fall asleep like that with the movie still playing in the background. matt smiles and holds you through your sleep.

[a/n: adoarrrableee request!! <3]