𝜗𝜚 ADDI 𝜗𝜚

— after midnight (m.s)

cw: smut. pnv. kinda rough sex (all consented) language(?) (lmk if i missed anything!)

summary: when you both can’t fall asleep matt comes over desperate to help you and him out.

It was nearly thirty minutes past midnight, yet your brain, still, has not been able to shut off and let you get your well needed, rest.

maybe he was still awake too?

you tried to clear the thought and let your body relax into the coolness of the soft sheets. trying to get comfortable again, you turned on your side, but still, your eyes kept themselves wide open. it was the vibration of your phone somewhere on your bed that snapped you back into reality. you sat up and felt around for the device until you found it, clicking the instagram notification which led you to the story matt had just posted. he was wearing plaid pajama pants that hung just low enough to show a glimpse of his boxers, plus he looked like he’d just rolled out of bed. god you definitely weren’t sleeping now.

after grabbing a glass and filling it with water you sat down on your couch and grabbed your phone again, apparently you weren’t the only one who couldn’t sleep. the last message he sent you read “really need you, coming now.” it was sent almost ten minutes ago which meant he’d be here any second now. before you could even worry about your appearance you heard the sound of a car pulling into your driveway. he must have been extremely inpatient, to get here so quickly. he didn’t even wait for you to open the door, instead he used the spare key which he kept, and let himself in. you were now starting to think, that instagram story was to get your attention. it was like he knew you were up as well and needed him just as bad as he needed you.

he had expected to have to find you in your bedroom considering you never responded to his text, but he was satisfied to see you already up and sitting on your couch. “god i need you so fucking bad.” the desperation in his voice further added to the growing damp spot on your panties. before you could reply he was already sat next to you, pulling you in for a hot, desperate kiss. gently, you grazed your fingertips over his jaw and pulled back from the kiss. “you didn’t even say hello yet.” you teased as to which he replied in a somewhat whiny tone, “please, just kiss me back. i really need this.” you couldn’t help but notice the quite obvious bulge straining through his pants. he, again, didn’t wait for a reply before pulling you back into the kiss with even more desire. this time you reciprocated and he let out a satisfied groan in response. the kisses quickly trailed down your neck and to your collarbone. you got the memo and slid off your t-shirt leaving your top half completely bare for him.

you held back a moan once he placed a wet kiss on the side of your breast and traced circles around the nipple of your other. this caused him to come up for the first time. “don’t do that. i wa-…” he took a deep breath before continuing. “i need to hear you.” you simply nodded in response. he seemed genuinely annoyed with you. it made your core ache and your panties completely soaked. he continued his work on your chest before moving down, even lower, where you needed him most. you helped him take off your pajama shorts, but when you reached for your panties next, he stopped you by grabbing your wrist. “tell me if i hurt you. okay?” this made you panic just a tad he’d never said that to you before which only told you just how desperate he was right now. that and the fact that he whined after every sentence and kept an almost painful expression on his face. you nodded in response to his words, apparently that wasn’t good enough though. “say it, i need to hear you.”

“okay.” you kept the response simple and with your conformation he laid you down completely on your couch and peeled off your damp panties before leaning down to place an open mouthed kiss between your thighs. he let out a satisfied noise hearing your own reaction and ran two fingers between your folds feeling the slickness you’d created before he brought them to your mouth and placed them flat against your tongue. “god. did i make you this wet? hm?” you nodded at first but then brought yourself to reply with a small “yes,” once he removed his fingers from your mouth. you brought your hands to the waistband of his pants—which he’d almost forgot about his painfully hard dick being so focused on you—he allowed you to take them off, as well as his boxers so his length sprung free, and he wasted no time to grab it with one hand and bring at least a little relief to his discomfort. he let out a guttural groan and shut his eyes tight. this made you ache even further and you brought a hand down to rub your clit. once he noticed your desperation he let go of his length and pulled your hand away from yourself. “wait for me, i’m goin’ baby. i know.” his tone was a lot more softer now that he finally had had the discomfort of his pants and boxers out of the way.

he positioned himself so that he could line his tip up to your entrance. he was feeling even more incredibly desperate now so he was quick to fill you with his full length. you gasped at the sudden feeling of being filled completely by him. he waited for maybe six seconds before pulling out halfway and pushing back in with more force than you were used to. you let out a loud whine at the feeling. “fuck. i’m gonna try and be gentle baby. tell me to stop and i will.” he knew that you knew he meant it so he pulled out again and pushed back into you with a tad less force this time as he tried to find the right pace. once he found it though you were in complete bliss. “yes, g-good. that’s…good,” you moaned out. just good wasn’t enough for him. he picked up the pace significantly from where it just was and groaned at the feeling of your tight walls squeezing his cock. you could barely process it, it happened so fast you felt your eyes snap shut and your mouth stayed open letting him know that he was doing something right. “don’t”—he groaned again—“keep ‘em open.”

he found a new angle which only made your back arch and your head loll back against the couch cushion. “stay—” you tried to say but he pushed into you even harder which cut you off to let out a loud moan. “what is it?” he panted and kept pushing into you with even more force each time that the couch slid just slightly on the floor, but he ignored it, too focused on the feeling of you clenching around his length. “right there.” you were finally able to get out. he happily obeyed your demand and kept hitting the perfect spot that made you want to cum immediately. he honestly had drowned you out, too focused on how good you were making him feel. he let out another loud whine and kept ramming back in and out of you to chase his—very much needed—release. “baby,” he moaned. “are you there?” he was barley able to squeak out as he was on the brink of a powerful orgasm. he could only hear the sound of your desperate whines so he took it as an answer because he knew he couldn’t hold off much longer. with a few more strong thrusts he felt the coil that had been building in his stomach snap, he let out a loud groan with it as he released into the condom. he let his head drop down by yours his mouth next to your ear as he barely choked out, “oh—baby…” he didn’t even notice you saying something to him at how much pure bliss he was in at the moment. you repeated and he brought his head up this time with a small, “hm?”

“so much,” you breathed out. had he been so in the heat of the moment that he hadn’t realized you came before him? “baby.” his tone softened as he still tried to catch his breath. “i’m sorry. didn’t hurt you did i?” he then realized he had still yet to pull out of you. he very deliberately pulled his length out and sat up to wipe the hair out of your face and place a gentle kiss to your forehead. he saw how tired you were so he didn’t wait for an answer. “i’m so sorry. you know that?” you shook your head. “no, i wanted you to feel good.”

“i don’t care about that as much as your comfort. tell me, next time.” he grabbed your t-shirt and helped you dress and got you both cleaned up. you were back on your bed now, both of you, and he held you gently, against his bare chest. with both of you worn out sleep came easily now. “good night baby.” he kissed your hair and the both of you were able to finally get the rest you needed. peacefully.

this is my first smut lmk how i did… <3 i also couldn’t think of a title but wtv this is like my first official piece of writing if i have the motivation i’d love to post more often. (divider creds in tag)

— kisses, ℳ𝒶𝓁

dragging her ass off of tables while she is having the absolute time of her life 😭

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꒰ ✶ ꒱ : ₊ ˚ 𝐖𝐇𝐎'𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐘 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍? 𓂃 ⊹ a bsf!chris '&& bsf!reader blurb ⸝⸝ 𑁯୧ suggestive content, heavy sexual tension, grinding/dry humping, dom!chris, profanity, friends to something more.

you and chris had been close for years—real close. the type of friends that shared playlists, knew each other’s food orders, swapped hoodies without asking. it was easy, comfortable. but lately, there’d been something else simmering under the surface—lingering stares, soft touches that lasted a little too long, teasing that always landed a bit too low. you’d never outright admitted it, but there was a tension neither of you bothered to hide, not anymore. it lived in the way he called you “ma” when nobody was listening, in the way you’d tilt your head and bite your lip when he stretched his arms behind his head. it wasn’t loud or obvious—just a constant hum, always buzzing between you, waiting for someone to finally push it just far enough.

Learning pleasure 🌸˚˖⋆ M.Sturniolo

“I know I might be awkward at first, and I know it might not feel good. But I want to. I want to learn. I want to make you feel good the way you always do for me.”

⟢ NSFW AHEAD!!! smut, beard matt, oral sex (f reciving), matt being slightly inexperienced...kinda. brief handjobs, matt the munch, camgirl!reader. if i missed anything, let me know.this fic can be read alone or it could be read as an additional part to my series cyber sex.

This was in fact demanded by someone...they held me at gunpoint and threatened to ruin me....

divider cred @enchanthings

FUCK YOU TO SLEEP ࣭ ⭑ ( ｡ featuring . . . bookstore owner!matt && insomniac reader ⸝⸝ 𑁍ࠬܓ

⁺˖ ⸝⸝ soft smut, unprotected sex, exhaustion, soft aftercare, gentle praise kink, reader-focused pleasure, etc.

it’s 2:08 am when you hear the soft creak of your apartment door pushing open, then the quiet click as it shuts again. you’re still lying on your side, curled beneath the thin sheet, eyes heavy but stubbornly open. matt’s footsteps are light—barely audible—but you know it’s him before he says anything. he doesn’t need to announce himself. you feel his presence in the room like the warm buzz of electricity, something soft but grounding.

he drops his bag by the wall, peels off his shirt without a word. there’s no urgency in the way he moves, only ease, like this is second nature. and it is—he’s been coming over on your sleepless nights for weeks now. your body instinctively shifts back, making room as he slips into bed beside you, one arm sliding beneath your head, the other wrapping over your middle.

you let out a small sigh, tucking yourself into his chest, nose brushing against the slope of his collarbone. his skin smells like lavender detergent and old books, the familiar scent comforting enough to draw a quiet hum from your throat. the two of you lie there for a while, tangled up in warm silence. he rubs slow circles into your hip with the pads of his fingers, his voice low as he mumbles about closing the shop early and how a first edition came in that reminded him of you.

after thirty minutes, you groan, frustrated, and push your face into his neck. “my body is so tired,” you murmur, voice small and pouty, “but i can’t fall asleep no matter how hard i try. i just wanna go to sleep, matt.” his hand stills, and he turns his head toward you. his voice is soft, barely more than a whisper. “you want me to put you to sleep?” you nod, expecting him to reach for the worn book he keeps on your shelf—the one he reads from when nothing else works. but instead, he shifts, flipping your body beneath his in one slow, seamless motion.

he settles between your thighs, the heat of him sinking into your skin. one arm wraps snugly under your waist, pulling your hips closer, while his other hand cups your jaw gently. he leans down, nose brushing along your neck before his lips press to the base of it.

he starts slow, open-mouthed kisses dragging over your pulse point, lingering there until your breath hitches. he sucks softly at your sweet spot, teeth grazing, tongue smoothing over the mark. a needy little whine slips past your lips, and he hums against your skin like he’s proud of himself.

then his mouth trails down, tugging your tee up as he moves, until it rests bunched beneath your arms. he kisses down the valley of your chest, mouthing at the soft curve of each breast, sucking gently at the skin until it’s damp and warm. you arch toward him, toes curling when his teeth graze your nipple.

he doesn’t rush. doesn’t fumble. just slides your shorts down your legs in one slow pull, leaving you bare beneath him. he pushes his sweats and boxers down to his thighs, dick thick and already hard, tip nudging softly at your clit.

he drags it through your slit a few times, slow and deliberate, teasing you with a lazy rhythm that makes your hips twitch. you gasp when he finally pushes in, his eyes locked on yours, mouth parted as he sinks into you.

“there you go, baby” he whispers, brushing his nose against yours, “doin’ good already.” he moves slow, rocking into you with deep, steady thrusts, like he’s got nowhere to be but here—like he’s trying to fuck the tension right out of your bones. your breath hitches, and your back arches.

“shh, jus’ go to sleep, baby, i got you,” he murmurs against your mouth. you whimper, hands clinging to his shoulders as he keeps his pace. every roll of his hips is controlled and loving, his eyes never leaving your face. he kisses your cheek, your jaw, your temple, his thumbs cradling your skin as you start to unravel beneath him.

“i know you’re tired, kid,” he breathes, voice hoarse, “go to sleep f’me, yeah?” you moan his name, soft and shaky, and he kisses your lips again, slow and warm and full of care. your body trembles as the pleasure builds, soft waves of heat curling through your belly.

“jus’ lemme fuck you right to sleep,” he says, still brushing his thumbs across your face, like he’s soothing you even in the middle of all this.

you cum with a soft cry, thighs shaking around his waist, mouth falling open as your nails dig gently into his back. your eyes flutter, and your breathing slows, the tension in your muscles melting into stillness. you fall asleep with him still inside you, forehead resting against his, body loose and warm beneath his weight.

he doesn’t move for a moment—just watches you with a small smile, his heart aching in the best way. then, careful not to wake you, he slips out, kisses the inside of your thigh, and gets up. a moment later, he returns with a damp towel, gently cleaning you up, whispering apologies every time your body flinches. he slides your shorts back on, kisses your knee, then climbs into bed again.

you murmur his name sleepily, curling toward him without fully waking. he wraps his arms around you, pulls you into his chest, and kisses the top of your head.

“always know how to put my baby to sleep,” he whispers.

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warnings: smut, cowgirl, intimacy, unprotected sex (don't do that)

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the room is quiet except for your breathing and the soft creak of the bed beneath you.

chris lies beneath you, shirtless, warm skin glowing in the golden morning light. his hands rest lightly on your thighs, thumbs brushing your skin like he’s memorizing every inch. you’re straddling him, slow and sunk deep, your bodies already connected in the most intimate way—and have been for what feels like forever.

it’s not frantic. it’s not about getting off. it’s just this—your hips moving gently, rhythm steady and unhurried, your chest brushing his with every motion.

he watches you like you’re the only thing that exists. blue eyes soft, sleepy, completely focused on you.

“god,” he breathes, voice rough and wrecked in that early-morning way, “you look so pretty like this.”

you lean down, resting your forehead against his, your hands braced on his chest. you feel his heart pounding under your palms, steady and strong. his hands slide up your back, fingers tracing your spine before settling at your waist, helping you rock into him—just a little deeper, a little slower.

“you feel so good,” you whisper, lips brushing his.

he groans, low and reverent. “i could stay like this forever.”

the way he looks at you, like he wants to crawl into your soul and stay there.

you keep moving, letting your body melt into his, every roll of your hips making him exhale a little harder. you can feel how close he is, not from the pace—but from the way his hands start to grip a little tighter, the way his eyes flutter shut only to open again because he needs to watch you fall apart.

“come for me, baby,” he murmurs, voice barely above a whisper. “wanna feel you…”

you do—quietly, fully, with your forehead pressed to his and your body shaking in his hands. he holds you through it, whispering soft praise, kissing your jaw, your shoulder, your lips.

chris follows with a deep groan, hands clutching at your waist as he releases inside you, warmth flooding you as his hips stutter up into yours. but even after he finishes, he doesn’t let you move. he just wraps his arms around your back and pulls you down into him, keeping you close, still joined, still connected.

you lie like that—panting, sticky, wrapped in each other—as the sunlight creeps higher across the sheets.

neither of you speaks for a long time.

eventually, he brushes your hair off your face and murmurs, “stay. just like this. don’t go anywhere.”

you kiss him, slow and deep. “i’m not going anywhere.”

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𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐀 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 𝐈𝐍 𝐀 𝐁𝐀𝐑 | 𝐌.𝐒 ― 𝒂 𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒐𝒍𝒐 𝒃𝒍𝒖𝒓𝒃

𝜗℘ . NEUROSURGEON!MATT x ꒰ INTERN!READER ꒱ .. ⊹ ▶︎ ၊၊||၊ DREAMIN , PARTYNEXTDOOR — THEIR FIRST MEET

WARNINGS : smut, unprotected sex, one-night stand, creampie, hickies, fingering, oral (fem receiving), big dick matt, size kink, dirty talk & praise <3

You’re leaning against the sticky edge of the bar, letting the noise of the room fade around you when he steps up beside you—broad shoulders, hands shoved in his pockets, messy brown curls, eyes that already look like they’ve picked you apart and started again. He’s trouble, and you know it. He knows it too.

“I’m just a guy in a bar,” he says, eyes heavy as they sweep down your body, voice rough and low like he’s been dragging it through a cigarette.

You smile slow. “And I’m just a girl in a bar.”

His head tilts a little, crooked grin flickering across his mouth. “That right?” He shifts closer, and the heat from him rolls into your side. “You always let strange men buy you drinks, sweetheart?”

“Only when they look like you.”

He chuckles at that, a soft scoff through his nose. “Got a mouth on you.” His eyes drop again—to your chest, where your dress dips low. “I bet it’s even prettier when it’s wrapped around somethin’.”

You don’t bother playing coy. Just tilt your chin up and say, “Why don’t you find out?”

He doesn’t need another cue. Your back hits the wall of the living room minutes later, still tasting the whiskey he made you sip off his tongue.

His fingers are already under your dress, pressing, dragging your panties to the side as he mouths at your neck—slow and bruising, like he wants to leave a mark on everything he touches.

His voice is hot against your throat. “Fuckin’ soaked already. All that from me whispering in your ear, baby?” He pulls back enough to watch his fingers drag through the wet mess between your thighs. “What would your friends think if they knew you let a stranger do this to you?”

You don’t answer. You can’t. Not when he’s sliding two fingers in and curling them just right, his thumb pressing lazy circles on your clit like he’s got all night to ruin you.

“Yeah, that’s it,” he murmurs, voice thick with heat. “Let me see that pretty face.” His free hand grabs your jaw, tilts your head so he can watch you fall apart. “You like bein’ touched by someone you don’t know, huh?”

He fucks you with those fingers, deep and slow, the pads of them brushing your softest spots until your knees nearly give out. “Say it,” he says, lips brushing your temple. “Say you like it.”

“I like it,” you gasp, voice thin, shaking.

“Damn right you do,” he says, mouth dragging down your neck again, biting gently. “You’re fuckin’ filthy, sweetheart.”

He drops to his knees like it’s nothing—like he’s meant to worship you—and pushes your dress up around your hips, burying his face in you without hesitation. It’s vulgar the way he moans against your pussy, tongue lapping messily, spreading spit like he wants to drown in the taste of you.

“Jesus Christ,” he groans into you. “This pussy’s unreal. Can’t believe you’re letting me taste it before I even know your name.”

You cry out when he sucks your clit into his mouth, fingers digging into the back of his head. He laughs softly, cruelly, eyes flicking up to watch you fall apart. “Yeah, you’re not gonna forget me after this.”

He eats like it’s a goddamn meal, tongue slow and deep, then fast and cruel, like he knows exactly how to bring you to the edge. When your legs start shaking, he pulls back just to spit on you—wet, messy, hot—and licks it back up with a satisfied hum.

“Gonna make you come just like this,” he mutters, mouth glistening. “And then I’m gonna fuck you so hard you forget anyone else ever existed.”

And he does.

Your back hits the floor with a low thud, carpet scratching your skin, but it doesn’t matter—his cock’s out now, thick and leaking against your thigh as he strokes it slow, letting you see everything.

“You see this, baby?” he mutters, dragging the tip through your folds, soaking himself in you. “Gonna stretch you so good you won’t be able to walk tomorrow.”

He presses in slowly, cursing under his breath as he feels you squeeze around him. “God damn,” he groans, head dropping to your shoulder. “You’re tight as fuck. Jesus—made for me, huh?”

You nod, or try to. All you can do is cling to his arms as he starts to move—deep, deliberate strokes that hit all the way up into your chest.

“You take it so good,” he pants, reaching down to hold your face. “So fuckin’ perfect for me. Just a girl in a bar, huh?” His voice drops into a mocking croon. “Look at you now. Fucked out on the floor for a guy you don’t even know.”

You moan his name—what little of it you know—and he groans hard, thrusting deeper like he’s trying to make you scream it again. “Yeah, baby. Say it again. Louder.”

He doesn’t stop until you’re shaking, whimpering, begging under him. He tilts your tits up, spitting between them, then fucks his cock between them before sliding back into you hard enough to punch a moan out of your lungs.

“Sweetheart,” he growls, hands gripping your hips, “you’re gonna make me lose my fuckin’ mind.”

And when he finally comes—loud and low, buried deep inside you—you feel it pulse through every inch of your body. He doesn’t pull out, just rocks into you slow, grinding your clit until you’re twitching around him again, crying into his neck as he holds you close.

“Shhh,” he whispers, mouth warm against your cheek. “That’s it, baby. You did so fuckin’ good for me. So perfect. Just relax.”

And you do. Both of you a mess, tangled together on the floor, breathing heavy. He shifts just enough to tug you into his chest, hand still on your ass, body still warm inside you.

Neither of you say a word.

Neither of you move.

The room falls quiet except for your breathing, your skin stuck together with sweat, and the slow drift of sleep sinking into your bones.

He doesn’t let you go.

And you don’t want him to.

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 (❀) .. I FINALLY FINISHED A FEW PROMPTS FOR THEM !! AFTER EONS AND EONS AND YEARS

★ VOICE MEMOS

VOLUME 01 / ISSUE 01 ✶⋆.˚ JULY 2025 COVER STORY / FEATURING: CHRIS STURNIOLO

CW ☆ RECORDING DURING SEX. (CONSENSUAL) MALE MASTURBATION. UNPROTECTED SEX. DIRTY TALK. USE OF PET NAMES. PRAISE. KISSING.

you don’t notice the phone at first, how could you, when you’re already falling apart underneath him? your back’s arched, thighs trembling, mouth hanging open in a moan that barely sounds like your own. chris has you pinned beneath him, one hand wrapped tight around your thigh, holding your leg up over his shoulder while he fucks you slow and deep. every thrust hits that spot inside you that makes your vision blur. every drag of his cock pulls another whimper out of your chest.

it’s filthy. loud. skin against skin, the wet sound of him dragging in and out of you, your breath catching every time he pushes deeper. your whole body is flushed and sweating, and the room smells like sex and skin and him. but then there’s a sound, a soft click.

you blink, dazed, and look down just enough to catch the soft glow of his phone screen in his other hand. he’s holding it steady, angling it down at where your bodies meet. your eyes widen.

“chris—” your voice comes out breathless, but sharp.

he smirks, not even missing a beat with his hips. “just keep going, baby,” he murmurs. “wanna remember this.”

you nod, but he shifts, pulling out almost entirely, then slamming back in deep, and your words break off into a desperate gasp. your nails dig into the sheets, thighs tightening around him, and he groans low in his throat.

“that’s it,” he breathes, angling the camera now toward your face. “look at you. all pretty and fucked out. moaning for me like a good girl.”

you whimper. you should care more. but the idea of it, of him watching this again, hearing you fall apart like this, it does something to you. “chris, please,” you whine, eyes fluttering. “don’t stop.”

he doesn’t. in fact, he starts fucking you harder, still slow, still deep, but now with purpose. like he’s doing it for the camera, for later, for when you’re not around and he needs to ruin himself with the memory.

“you hear that?” he pants, glancing at the phone screen. “that little whimper you make right before you cum? fuck, i love that.”

your whole body’s on fire now. your hips are moving with his, chasing that pressure, that ache building in your belly. his cock slides in perfectly with every thrust, dragging against every sweet spot inside you, and he’s watching your face the whole time — eyes dark, possessive, soaking in every twitch and cry.

“gonna cum,” you gasp, gripping his wrist. “fuck, chris, i’m gonna—”

“yeah?” he breathes, lowering the phone just a little so it catches your voice clearer. “do it. cum for me. i want that sound recorded.”

it takes nothing after that. you cum hard, eyes rolling back, your voice breaking into his name over and over again. your back arches, body locking up around him as you clench and cry out, soaking his cock while he groans through clenched teeth.

“good girl,” he growls, fucking you through it. “fuck, that’s gonna sound so good later.”

he pulls out just long enough to finish all over your stomach, panting, still holding the camera up as your combined mess pools across your skin. he leans in and gives one last lingering shot of your dazed, ruined expression, flushed cheeks, bitten lips, half-lidded eyes.

“mine,” he says low, stopping the recording and tossing the phone to the side before leaning in to kiss you, slow and deep.

a few hours later, you’re asleep in his bed. your body is curled under the covers, completely exhausted, chest rising and falling in soft little breaths. the light from the hallway spills faintly into the room, but chris is gone, not far, though.

he’s sitting on the couch, legs spread, one hand already wrapped around his cock. he’s watching the video.

his other hand is holding his phone, thumb brushing over the screen as your moans echo through his earbuds. you sound so fucking desperate in it, gasping his name, begging for more, all breathy and wrecked. the kind of sound that gets burned into his brain.

his cock is already leaking, hard and red and twitching in his palm as he strokes it slow, eyes glued to the video. he watches the exact moment you come, the way your thighs shake and your voice breaks, and he groans, fucking his fist harder.

he mutters under his breath. “fuck, baby, you’re unreal.” he closes his eyes for a second, lets the sound of your voice wash over him, soft, needy, ruined. it plays in his ears on a loop. every moan. every whisper. every gasp of his name.

“oh—oh fuck—“ he whimpers, cumming with a low, rough grunt, hot and fast, spilling over his fist while the sound of you whimpering his name plays on repeat. he keeps stroking, riding it out slow, shuddering as his muscles twitch with the release.

when it’s over, he wipes himself off and lets the video run again, quieter this time. just your voice now. low and sweet and fucked-out, the way he likes you.

he presses the screen to his chest for a second, like he’s keeping it close. then he clicks the side button and sets the phone down on the table, already thinking about the next time he’ll record you. because once wasn’t enough. and you sound too fucking good to forget.

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