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"Uh... You okay?" You tilt your head slightly, like you always do, and Matt’s length twitches. The way you’re looking at him—so confused and unknowing of your roommate getting aroused by your proximity—causes Matt to take a slow breath to compose himself before answering.

"Yeah... Just, cold? I guess." He lies poorly with a small casual shrug, but inside he wishes he could disappear. The reason for his boner wasn’t even anything sexual; You had accidentally placed your hand on his thigh, a little too close to his crotch, when you reached for the can of Dr. Pepper on the coffee table.

And after that, every little movement of yours, every subtle touch and graze of your body against his made him harden more and more, resulting in him becoming so hard it’s genuinely painful now. His hands twitch at his sides, dying to just whip his dick out and give it some much needed relief.

You hum an "okay" and look back at the movie, not realizing what kind of state Matt is in. Your thigh grazes his when you shift in your spot, tucking your feet further under the fluffy throw blanket over both your laps. The bowl stays on Matt’s lap because if he places it somewhere else you’ll immediately notice the huge bulge tenting the blanket.

All Matt can do at this point is sit still and try to focus on the movie rather than how much his balls are aching or how damp his boxers are becoming with the steady leakage of his precum. His eyes are looking at the TV screen with enough intensity to burn two holes into it, hands fisted at his sides, jaw muscles ticking due to how hard he’s clenching it.

During a lull in the movie, where it’s just some characters talking, you finally notice how tense he’s being. "Matt, seriously. Are you feeling okay? We don’t have to have a movie night tonight if you want to rest. I mean, you’re all tense and sitting completely still." You show some concern, which he appreciates, but he can’t really tell you the reason, can he?

Still, his mouth starts talking before his brain can process it.

"I’m okay. I just- I’m hard." His words tumble out, slower towards the end and more unsure as he realizes what he just admitted out loud. He tries to backtrack immediately, but his mouth only opens and closes like a fish out of water with no actual words leaving his lips. He slowly stops trying to explain and just stares back at your shocked expression, his own expression blank.

After a minute of silence, you finally speak. "Oh..." Matt cringes at your reply—or the lack thereof. Your noncommittal reply makes him want to jump in an open grave and pour dirt over himself. He expected anything but this. Maybe a disgusted look, or even a slap to his face—anything but a simple "oh".

"Uh... I’ll just- I’ll just go to my room." He flashes a small awkward smile and moves to stand up, taking the popcorn bowl off his lap, but you hold his arm as he’s halfway up, the blanket slowly falling down to reveal his bulge. Matt’s eyes dart between your hand on his arm and your unreadable expression.

He sits back down awkwardly, blinking at you. You look at him, really look at him, and see how much his pupils are dilated with desire, how dark his eyes are, how his lips are parted and how deep his breaths are. He looks undone already. And that does wonders to make you wet.

"You know... I can help you... with it-" You pause, feeling like you’re coming on too strong and slowly take your hand off his arm, glancing down at your lap briefly before looking into his eyes again. "I mean, if you want to. I don’t want to sound like I’m forcing you or anything."

Matt nods, slowly, almost as if he’s unable to believe this is happening; his fantasies and wet dreams are close to becoming reality. "I- yeah, yeah... I do." He murmurs, tentatively reaching for your hand on your lap and lacing his fingers through yours. His eyes hold months of pent-up desire and yearning for his roommate who he thought wasn’t into him.

You find yourself leaning in slowly, your eyes dropping to his lips before snapping back up into his eyes. And he naturally copies your movement, leaning in until your breaths mingle, the air around you crackling with suffocating tension.

Matt’s free hand comes up to cup your cheek, thumb brushing over your cheekbone in a way that feels more intimate than it should. Your heart stutters—and so does your breath—when Matt closes the remaining distance, his lips brushing against your tentatively as if asking for permission. Your eyes slowly flutter shut and you melt into his touch, your hand gently squeezing his where it lays entwined on your lap.

The kiss is gentle—explorative—at first, both of you pouring out everything unsaid into it, leaving you breathless when Matt pulls back to look at you. His eyes flicker with a mix of desire and something far deeper, and you’re not sure you can take it without drowning in him.

The second kiss is more heated, more passionate, like he’s finally letting himself have you. His hand on your cheek slides down to your neck and around, tangling in your hair, fingers gentle but firm in the soft locks. His head tilts to the side, teeth grazing your bottom lip before he bites down softly on it, soothing it with his tongue immediately after.

It’s sloppy and it’s messy—all teeth and tongue—but it’s real. It’s him and it’s you; two people who’ve been keeping their wants and needs buried deep inside themselves because they were both afraid the other wouldn’t want it—want them. And it all broke like a dam when you offered to help him, and now you’re not sure you can pull away from him.

You’re straddling him before you know it and Matt’s hands are already on your hips, the touch grounding you. You can feel his erection pressing against your core through your pajama pants—and you suddenly notice he’s wearing the same type of pants as you.

You smile into the kiss, a breathless laugh getting swallowed by Matt. And he pulls back with a small crooked grin, his lips glossy and slightly swollen from the kiss and his pupils dilating further as he gazes up at you. "What’s so funny?" He asks, chuckling softly himself, thumb rubbing gentle circles on your hip bone through your pants.

"It’s just... We’re wearing the same pants. I didn’t notice it until now. And similar shirts." You point out, your heart doing silly little flips inside your ribcage. "It feels like we’re dating with how we’re dressed in matching clothes, you know?"

Matt laughs at that, soft and amused. "Yeah? Like we’re dating huh?" He teases, repeating your words, his grin never faltering as he watches your expression turn flustered. "You’re adorable, you know that?" He says, softer, his grin softening into an adoring smile, making your heart beat so fast you’re sure it’s break dancing inside you.

"Am not." You manage, out of words, suddenly embarrassed by the absurd things you just said and the even more absurd thing that left his lips. He thinks you’re adorable? God, your brain is probably going to replay this scene every night before bed. Your stomach does a small flip when his hands tighten on your hips and he pulls you gently down on his boner, grinding you slowly against it.

You gasp softly, feeling his hardness catch onto your clit briefly through your clothes, and your hands go to his shoulders to steady yourself. Matt groans softly, mumbling a soft curse under his breath, his brows furrowing ever so slightly as he finally gets some friction against his raging boner.

"Shit-" He hisses, looking down at where your clothed pussy is rubbing along his erection, his flushed and wet tip already peeking out from under his waistband where his t-shirt had ridden up, bunching around his middle. "Sorry-" He laughs. Breathless. Undone. "Couldn’t help it. I’m dying here."

He’s gripping your hips so tightly you’re sure it’s going to leave marks. Desperation is oozing from every pore in his body, and you can’t even blame him, his dick’s probably aching painfully now. You gently take his hands off your hips and climb off his lap. Matt watches with puppy dog eyes as if he’s trying to get you back on his lap with just his eyes. And it almost works, but you have a better idea.

Matt’s breath hitches, sharp in his throat, when you start tugging down your pajama pants, leaving you in just a shirt and your lacy black panties. You swear you can see his dick jumping in his pants, as if it’s as happy to see you strip as its owner.

His chest heaves with deep breaths as you sit yourself back on his lap, your bare thighs warm on either side of his hips, and his hands find themselves on your waist this time, roaming up and under your shirt. He finds you bare underneath, no bra to contain your pretty breasts, your already nipples semi-hard from arousal—and he almost loses it.

You let him tug your shirt up and over your head, revealing your bare chest to his hungry gaze. His mouth waters at the sight and he gulps softly, watching your nipples harden further in the cool air. His hands cup your tits, feeling the warmth and weight in his palms. "You’re so beautiful..." He whispers, almost to himself.

Your hands reach down and tug on the waistband of his pants. "C’mon. I’m dying here." You repeat his earlier words, smiling as if you're not teasing him. Matt squints at you, his lips curling up with the kind of smile that looks playful but holds a quiet authority that makes you shut up instantly.

"You feeling impatient, sweetheart?" He asks, chuckling gruffly. His hands leave your breasts to free himself instead, smirking as you lift yourself off his lap for a moment so he can pull his pants and boxers down. His cock springs free, slapping against his stomach, leaving a streak of wetness on his shirt.

His smirk grows wider when you take in his dick, your eyes widening slightly. It’s big and long, with an angry red tip that fades into a more neutral color further down his shaft. Veins run along his length—some thick, some thin, but all throbbing and pulsing with each of his quick heartbeats. His dick jumps at the attention you’re giving it, making your throat go dry.

"Don’t you fucking worry, baby. I’ll give it to you, alright. All 8 inches. And fill you up until you can’t take it anymore." He promises darkly, wrapping his fist around his base, slapping his cock against your clothed mound. "You want that? Want me to stretch you out with this big dick?"

"Mhm..." You breathe out, and pull your panties to the side before he tells you to, unable to wait any longer. Your hips hover over his dick—standing tall and proud under you—and you slowly lower yourself until you feel his hot tip against your pussy lips. Matt’s breath hitches softly as he feels your wetness coat his tip and his hand on your hip tightens, so does his grip around the base of his dick.

Your hips move back and forth, making his cock slide up and down your soaked folds, eliciting a low moan from Matt. The sound is unlike anything you’ve heard him make, and it sends a jolt of desire straight to your core. He looks down at his lap, watching the filthy scene and feeling his cockhead catch onto your entrance.

He looks back up at you through his lashes, eyelids heavy and making his usually dead eyes look even more so. God, he looks edible. His hair is a mess on his head, but the kind of mess that makes him look hotter. His cheeks are slightly flushed, giving him that boy-ish look, contrasting from how his eyes are looking at you like he wants to devour you. His pupils are blown wide, his pretty blue irises almost nonexistent.

His tongue darts out to wet his lips, half out of habit and half due to how dry his lips have become from it being parted for so long. His gaze is pleading, hand desperate, unspoken words on his tongue. And you finally give him—and yourself—what you’ve both been craving and slowly sink down, his thick head stretching you wide open.

The stretch burns but it’s not painful, more satisfactory than anything. You both let out a low moan when you finally take him all the way, your hips flush against his. His cock is nestled so deep inside you that you can’t help but lift your hips back up ever so slightly to ease the pressure against your cervix.

Fuck, he’s so big.

Both of Matt’s hands are on your hips now, gentle and grounding. He looks down at where you’re connected, in awe at how well you’re taking him, before he looks back up at your face, watching your expressions for any signs of discomfort or pain. One of his hands slides up from your hip to your face, tucking loose strands of hair behind your ear, his thumb grazing your cheek in a way that has your heart beating more than it should for a mere "roommate".

His eyes hold such strong emotions that neither of you are ready to acknowledge. But the way his hand lingers on your face, fingers gentle against your skin, blurs every line and boundaries made when you first became roommates. Every unsaid rule you made inside your head is broken at this moment and you can’t help but wish this wasn’t just you helping him relieve his ache.

But it is more than that isn’t it?

You slowly start to move, riding him, your heart full and empty at the same time. You don’t want to ruin this moment by confessing your feelings—the feelings you haven’t tried to acknowledge until today. So all you do is moan his name and keep bouncing on his cock. You’re whispering his name like a prayer and so softly that it makes Matt’s heart clench, his hands gripping your hips and helping you move on him.

Matt leans up slightly, his lips parted. "Kiss me. Please...?" The plea comes out breathless, rough with pleasure. His cock twitches inside you when you kiss him, one hand on the back of the couch and the other curling in his soft brown curls, tugging gently. He swallows up your moans, hands sliding down to squeeze your ass, giving your supple flesh a few sharp slaps before soothing them by kneading them in his large hands.

"Fuck-" He groans, pulling back from the kiss to look down at your pussy swallowing his thick length, his shaft glistening with your slick. "You’re s’wet right now." He laughs, breathless, ending in a groan. "You’re so perfect, baby—ahh-fuuck! So fucking good." His head falls back against the back of the couch, eyes fluttering shut for a moment as he relishes in the feeling of your tight, warm cunt sliding up and down his cock.

Matt plants his feet firmly on the ground, thigh muscles flexing under you, and he wraps his arms around your waist, pulling your middle flush against himself, as he begins to pound up into you. Your surprised squeaks and moans are like music to his ears, grounding him from the slight burn in his thighs from how quick he’s fucking you.

He buries his face in your breasts, muffling his groans and grunts, as he completely ruins your pussy for anyone else. Your thighs begin to shake involuntarily when he starts to hit somewhere no one has before. The spot he’s hitting sends shocks of pleasure through your entire body, making your moans grow in pitch and volume, your hands scrambling for purchase on his shoulders.

"G-god--! Oh- fuuck--fu-fuck! Matt-ahn! Matt, I can’t-" You moan above him, your stomach burning with an orgasm you’re not sure you can handle. You’re about to climax, and it’s the first time you’re so close to coming this quickly. But Matt doesn’t stop, his hips seem to move even faster, his brows knitting together as he ignores the way his legs and hips protest against his sudden intense movements.

Your senses zero in on the feeling of his cock hitting every sweet spot inside your gummy walls, some thrusts being deep enough to make his tip kiss your cervix. Your vision spots when your orgasm crashes over you in strong, unrelenting waves, each wave making you twitch and shudder on his lap.

And Matt finally slows down, moaning softly at the feeling of your tight little pussy milking his cock greedily. His chest heaves with exertion, sweat beading along his brows, intense eyes looking at your face contort in pleasure. He helps you ride out your high by rolling his hips against your, stirring his cock deep inside you.

After a while, your hips begin to move again, finally having come down from your high. Although you’re still sensitive from your orgasm, you want Matt to come too, and the way his thighs are shaking subtly under you tells you he’s too exhausted to keep moving. Matt’s arms slowly unravel from around your waist, instead putting his hands back on your hips.

He appreciates that you’re moving now. It’s embarrassing but he’s used up all his energy on making you feel good that he can’t really move much now. His hands caress your body as you move on top of him, determined to make him feel as good as he made you feel. And it seems to be working by the way his breath is hitching more and more and his cock swelling and throbbing inside you.

"Fuck- I’m gonna cum if you keep riding me like this." Matt admits hoarsely, moaning softly afterwards. His hips twitch against you when you speed up your movement, bouncing on his cock, your sensitive pussy squeezing and clenching around him perfectly. "Sweetheart- Slow down." He gasps.

He grips your hips tightly, not to guide your movement or to stop you, rather to ground himself from his impending orgasm. His balls draw tight against his body and he knows he’ll come inside you if you don’t slow down anytime soon.

"Fuuuck-- cum—ah—cumming--" He warns one last time before letting go, his hips lifting up from the couch and pushing his cock balls deep inside you as he spills. His warm cum paints your walls white, filling you up to the brim, making you feel all warm inside.

When he finally stills, cock twitches weakly and begins to soften slightly inside you, he kisses you softly—a gesture of gratitude for giving him so much pleasure. Or maybe it’s something more, something far more meaningful. But neither of you say anything to acknowledge the chemistry and feelings.

A few minutes of sitting still and catching your breaths, Matt chuckles weakly when he pulls back to look at you, his curls messy and sticking to his sweaty forehead. His grin is crooked when he looks up at you, eyes glazed over and looking high on pleasure. "Gotta start exercising or something. ’Cause I don’t think I can stand up without falling. I mean, my legs are literally shaking." He admits sheepishly, making you chuckle softly.

He smiles softly at the sound of your soft laughter, his eyes shining with adoration. His smile never falters as he presses butterfly kisses across your chest. And you stay on top of him, content in the small intimate bubble around you both and unwilling to break it anytime soon.

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isa’s rambling ۶ৎ matt posted a tiktok -› i had to write something about his slutty ass who stared at the cam for 11 seconds without doing anything. that’s all :) also i really love the gif i made ’cause it gives off that horror movie or like horror game vibes (?) with the flickering lights and coloring. also, this is barely proofread ’cause it’s too damn long wtf. i was yapping away so i dunno if this is any good 😔

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matt stormed in like a clap of thunder, his hood up, jaw locked and shoes thudding across the floor.

“yo–” chris called with a lazy voice, “welcome back sunshine.”

he couldn’t bother to spare a single glance at the couple, stoned on the couch, just mumbling words that hardly made it past his clenched teeth. matt disappeared down the hall before either of you could get a word out, slamming the door shut again.

you turn to chris with a raised brow, he’s returning the same look, “he’s been moodier than usual right?”

chris nods his head while letting out a long exhale, tapping the ash into your glass dish. “kids been locking himself in his room, snapping at everyone like a fuckin’ asshole”

you giggle before stealing the joint from his fingers, “stop, he’s probably just in desperate need of some pussy”

chris snaps his fingers and face lights up like he’s just discovered some ground breaking epiphany. “oh shit, you’re right we gotta get him laid— or at least his dick sucked, who’d fuck matt?”

‘i will!’ your brain instantly sparked at the thought, one you’ve had for a while actually. silence falls between the two as names and faces raced through chris’ head and trying to find the right words raced through yours

your fingers fidgeted in your lap, knee frantically bounced, and lips twisted. the idea hovered in your chest like fire, hoping it wasn’t too much, but words already inching up your throat. you tucked your legs under yourself and grasped his bicep, “i don’t mind helping– only if it’s okay with you baby.”

he took a while to respond, licking his lips and leaning into you. it didn’t shock him— not really. he knew his girlfriend and the way your mind worked when you cared too much. he didn’t feel jealousy, didn’t feel like he was giving you up, if anything he felt trust— some unspoken comfort knowing it would be two people he trusted with his life. and it wasn’t like you were hiding it from him, you were open and honest which can was rare in modern relationships, and really fucking hot, if he was being real.

“you really wanna do that for him?”

you nod your head, “mhm, i actually have a conspiracy that you guys have the same dick, like it’d probably feel the same.”

His mouth tugged into a lazy grin before a quiet chuckle slipped out, “you think he’d even know what to do with you?”

“maybe not, but it’d be fun watching him try”

“you’re something else, ya know that?” chris twisted in his seat and called out toward the hallway, “matt, get out here!”

there was a pause then there he was, reappeared a minute later, brows furrowed and confusion painted across his face. “what’d you want?”

“come chill with us,” you send him a warm smile, patting the couch cushion beside you and holding the joint up for him to see.

matt exhales hard through his nose, like the idea of socializing was exhausting. he doesn’t say anything— just rolls his eyes, trudging over to the couch and snatching the joint from your hands as if he’s doing everyone a favor. he drops onto the seat with a grunt, legs spread wide and arms crossed.

you shift on your knees from chris to matt, eye level with his side profile, sharp and cold, watching him somewhat relax.

“you know we care about you a lot, right?” you started with a soft and teasing edge, “and we’ve always been so close..”

you voice was smooth like honey in his ears but not sweet enough to break his facade. matt hums low, head slightly tilted, brows pinched, and taking a slow drag of smoke.

“right”

“right, so hear me out…we think you’ve been a little on edge the past couple weeks–”

chris budges in, “she means you’ve been a bitch”

“i didn’t say that but yeah.”

chris’ hand remained on your thigh, steady and reassuring. not possessive— just present. matt takes notice before dropping his shoulders, “shut the fuck up, y’all are insane.”

“listen matt, we feel like you just need to get your dick wet, and i’m here to help, if you’re okay with it.” your voice gets higher has his glare strengthens.

“chris you hearing this?” matt shifts in his seat, glancing between you and chris, unsure if he’s allowed to be curious or not.

chris is sunken into the couch, man spread, and tracing circles on your skin. “mhm, don’t overthink it, she’s being generous.”

there’s a quick pause, then a breath through his nose, considering it more than he’d like to admit, but eventually giving in, “yeah, okay.”

your motions were swift and with purpose, you work to get matt’s pants off— boxers bunched around his ankles, chris also removing your articles of clothing and getting straight to it. your nose connected with matt’s pelvis and ass, perched up, pussy coated in slick on display for chris.

you hallowed your cheeks as your tongue flattened along his shaft, feeling each and every vein pulse, his dick slowly sliding itself down your throat and lips wrapped around his base. matt’s gasps are chocked and overwhelmed, his body is tense and his arms are draped over the couch like he didn't know what to do with them.

"oh my g- fuuckk," he throws his head back and squeezes his glossy eyes shut, pulling deep groans from his throat.

your small whimpers vibrated throughout his whole body while chris absentmindedly rubbed tight circles on your sensitive clit, attention caught up in sparking up another blunt and the movie still playing on the tv. he finally looks over to see your curls messily scattered, in your eyes and getting caught in your mouth.

"don't be afraid to touch her matt, hold her hair, push her head down too, she likes that shit," he instructed before landing a harsh smack on your ass causing you to squirm on your knees and let out a breathy moan.

matt did as he said, gathering your hair, using his hand as a ponytail holder and bobbing your head up and down his throbbing cock. you were taking him so well, so deep– like you were made for this. both of your eyes rolling and sharp lewd noises echoed and bounced off the walls.

chris held you by the waist and inserted two thick fingers inside your drenched cunt, drawing out gasp from your lips and making your inner muscles flutter around his digits. your head falls back, removing matt's dick from your mouth with a pop, managing to stroke his length with the rhythm of chris' thrusts, yours and matt's moans blending together.

"your so sexy," matt pants out, looking up at you like you were some kinda goddess with a flushed face and dark eyes you stared back, getting lost in his pretty features. chris agreed, co-signing on the statement, "so fucking sexy, baby."

their praises worked to push you over the edge, rocking into his hand as he fucked his fingers hard and fast, his knuckles deep and relentless and matt groping at your breast rolling you hardened nipples at a teasing rate.

you gathered spit in your cheeks and let it trickles down on matt's tip– bright red and angry, much like you remember chris' to be, before kitty licking the pre cum from his slit and gently squeezing his balls.

"shhh-shit, oh fuck, im cu-mming."

he bucks his hips hard and a deep growl rips from his chest as his sticky cum covers your face, getting in your eyebrows, your eyelashes, covering your lips for you to lick clean.

your back arched and hands tightly clawed at matt's thighs, leaving little crescent indents from your nails. chris sent a few slaps directly to your clit, completely doing you in, arms collapsing and your head falling on matts chest as your creamy arousal coated chris' fingers.

their breathing eventually slowed, the only sound in the room being the soft tv long forgotten and hum of the ceiling fan. you leaned back on chris' chest, keeping your fingers laced with matt's and chris shifted to kiss your shoulder before reaching over you to dap up his brother while sucking you off his other hand.

he snorts a laugh, "y'good bro?"

matt returns with a lazy smile, eyes nearly shut, "hell yeah."

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“jesus christ,” he muttered, dipping two fingers into your slick folds and pressing deep. your back arched instantly, a soft moan slipping from your lips as he fucked his fingers into you without a single ounce of patience. “so fuckin’ wet for me already. didn’t even have to try.”

he curled his fingers just right, brushing that sweet spot over and over, his thumb circling your clit in tight, fast motions. his other hand gripped your thigh, holding you open, holding you still as your hips bucked against him, chasing the pressure, the rhythm, the relief.

“fuck, chris-” you gasped, your head falling back against the headrest. the car windows were slightly fogged, the soft sound of your slick echoing through the space. it was filthy. hot and raw and desperate. “you’re gonna make me-”

“not yet,” he growled, pulling his fingers out with a wet sound. you whined from the loss, clenching around nothing, your thighs trembling. but before you could complain, he was dropping to his knees in the tight space, pushing your shorts and underwear down your legs in one smooth, urgent tug.

he dragged you toward him, hips perched on the edge of the seat, legs thrown over his shoulders. his hands gripped your thighs, fingers digging into your skin as he leaned in and devoured you.

no teasing. no slow build. just his mouth on you. hot, wet, greedy. tongue plunging between your folds, licking up every drop of slick he’d pulled from you. and then he focused on your clit, sucking hard, over and over, the pressure relentless.

your moans filled the car, loud and raw and wrecked. his hair was messy between your fingers as you tugged at the strands, holding onto him like you’d fall apart if you didn’t.

“fuck, baby,” he groaned into you, the vibration of it making you jolt, “you taste so fuckin' good. can’t get enough of you.”

he didn’t stop. he didn’t slow down. his tongue flicked and lapped, working in rythym with the two fingers he slid back inside you, curling them upward while his lips latched around your clit again.

you were grinding against his face, desperate and overwhelmed, thighs squeezing around his head as your orgasm built sharp and fast.

“chris, i’m gonna- oh my god-” you choked on your words as your body tightened, everything snapping and unraveling all at once. you came hard against his mouth, a broken, drawn out moan leaving your lips as your whole body trembled.

he held you there, licking you through it, slow and messy and unrelenting until you were whining from overstimulation, trying to pull away.

he finally sat up, chin glistening, lips swollen and smug as hell. he looked you over like you were the best thing he’d ever seen, wrecked and open and gasping for breath.

“i could eat you all fuckin’ day,” he rasped, brushing his fingers gently between your thighs, still teasing, still hungry. “but you’re not done, baby. i’m not even close to done with you.”

the car was stifling, heavy with the scent of sex and sweat, your moans still echoing in the air. you were breathless, legs trembling over his shoulders as he pulled back just slightly, licking his lips and dragging the back of his hand over his soaked chin.

“look at you,” he murmured, voice low and rough, eyes locked on your fucked out face. “so pretty when you cum f'me.”

you barely had time to come down from it. your thighs twitched, still sensitive, and your breath came in shaky waves. but he wasn’t finished. not even close.

he leaned back in before you could speak, tongue sliding through your folds again, slow and deliberate, like he was savoring it. and then he locked his lips around your clit once more, sucking harder this time, more focused.

your body jolted, a sharp cry escaping your lips. “chris, wait, i-” but you couldn’t finish. your words dissolved into another moan as his tongue flicked over the sensitive bundle of nerves, fast and rhythmic.

he pulled one hand away from your thigh, sliding it up your torso, slipping beneath your shirt to palm your chest, rolling your nipple between his fingers. every touch felt like a spark, setting off another wave of pleasure that made your back arch off the seat.

“gonna cum again for me,” he growled against your pussy, his voice barely coherent, tongue never stopping. “you can take it, baby. i know you can. want you to fall apart. right here, just like this.”

his fingers returned to your entrance, pushing back inside, curling deep and fast while his mouth worked your clit like he was obsessed. messy and desperate and so fucking good.

you didn’t stand a chance.

your second orgasm hit harder than the first, crashing into you without mercy. your body seized, thighs clenching around his head, hands pulling at his greasy, slick hair like it was the only thing grounding you. you cried out his name, voice cracking, shaking so violently he had to hold you still with both hands.

he didn’t stop until you begged, your voice all breathy whimpers and broken sobs of too much, too much, legs twitching, chest heaving.

finally, he sat back, looking down at you with that cocky smirk and eyes burning with want. his fingers dragged down your thighs slowly, soothing the tremors, but his cock was straining hard against the front of his sweats, thick and twitching beneath the fabric.

“fuck,” he exhaled, voice shaking now too. “you don’t know what you do to me.”

he stood in the cramped space, yanking his sweats and boxers down just enough to free himself, his cock heavy and flushed, precum leaking from the tip. he fisted himself slowly, watching you with hooded eyes as you lay there, completely ruined.

but you still opened your legs wider. still gave him that look, dazed and wanting and his.

he climbed back over you, pressing your knees up, dragging his tip through your slick folds. “you ready for me?” he asked, voice rough, low, full of that edge of restraint like he was barely holding himself back.

“yes,” you breathed, nodding desperately. “please.”

and then he pushed in, slow at first, just the head, and you both groaned at the stretch, the way your body clung to him so tight and warm. he slid in deeper, inch by inch, until he bottomed out, forehead dropping to yours as he exhaled shakily.

“fuck, baby… you feel like heaven.”

he paused there, buried deep, letting you adjust, letting the moment settle thick between your bodies. and then he started to move.

he started slow, but it didn’t last.

the second he felt the way your walls fluttered around him, already tight and sensitive from your previous orgasms, something snapped in him. he gripped your thighs, pushing them up and apart, and slammed back in with a low, guttural groan.

“so fuckin’ tight,” he growled, hips snapping forward again and again, his pace quickly turning ruthless. “you were made for this. made for me.”

your fingers clawed at the seat, the leather creaking beneath you with every thrust, the wet slap of skin on skin echoing through the car. he was fucking into you like he couldn’t get deep enough, like he had something to prove. each stroke rough and perfect, dragging against every spot inside you that made your toes curl.

you were already so close again. every time his hips met yours, the pressure hit right where you needed it, your clit brushing against his pelvis, overstimulated and throbbing, pushing you toward another high whether you were ready or not.

“chris-” your voice cracked, barely more than a whimper. “fuck, i can’t-”

“yes you can,” he growled, reaching down to press his thumb against your clit again, rubbing fast and filthy. “you’re gonna cum on my cock, baby. you hear me?”

you nodded, frantic, tears pricking your eyes from the sheer intensity of it, the overwhelming, all consuming need.

he leaned in close, his forehead pressing to yours, breath hot against your lips. “i wanna feel you lose it. wanna feel you squeeze me just like you did around my fingers.”

you sobbed out a moan, your nails digging into his shoulders as he fucked you harder, rougher, the car rocking slightly from the force. you couldn’t hold it off anymore. your orgasm hit fast, your whole body tensing beneath him as you shattered around his cock — screaming his name, your vision going white behind fluttering lashes.

“that’s it,” he groaned, hips stuttering as he buried himself deep, your pussy pulsing around him so tight it nearly pushed him over the edge. “fuck, you feel so fuckin’ good when you cum.”

he didn’t slow down.

your body was overstimulated and trembling, but he didn’t give you a break. he fucked you through it, chasing his own high now, one hand gripping your hip so tight you knew it’d leave bruises, the other buried in your hair as he pulled your face to his.

he kissed you, rough, messy, all tongue and teeth, while his pace turned erratic. his cock twitched inside you, and with a low groan, he slammed in one last time, spilling deep, his entire body shaking above yours.

“fuck, oh my god.” he gasped against your mouth, holding you tight as he filled you with his hot seed, not moving, just panting, forehead still resting against yours.

the car was silent except for your breathing, fast and uneven and tangled together, like you’d both been struck by lightning and were still recovering.

he pulled back just slightly, eyes scanning your face. soft now. tender, even.

“you okay?” he whispered, brushing a sweaty strand of hair off your forehead.

you nodded, dazed, still catching your breath. “never better.”

he smirked, that cocky little glint returning to his eyes. “good,” he said, leaning in to kiss your neck, soft this time. “i love you.”

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you weren’t planning on getting your hair done.

matt had been gone all afternoon, stuck in rehearsals for the next show, and with a few hours to kill in a new city, you figured—why not? you got it washed, styled, even a little fresh hair dye to brighten the color. something that made you feel good. not too different, but enough for you to notice.

you were surprised when you walked through the door and found him already back at the airbnb standing in the kitchen—hoodie sleeves pushed up, drink in one hand

“oh—hey,” you say, eyebrows raised. “i thought you would’ve still been at the venue.”

matt doesn’t answer right away. he’s just staring. eyes glued to your face, then dropping lower, then slowly climbing back up to your hair.

“you did something,” he says. voice low, almost hoarse.

you smile, closing the door behind you and slipping your shoes off. “mm-hmm. had time to kill while you were out, you like it?”

he just nods. slowly. “come here.”

“matt—”

“no,” he says, setting the glass down and moving toward you. “come here, baby.”

he’s in front of you, tall and warm and still smelling like sweat and cologne. his fingers slip into your hair, gentle at first, just feeling the texture, the softness, the way it falls. he pushes a piece behind your ear, eyes trailing over your face like he’s studying you for the first time.

“matt,” you say with a soft laugh, backing up a step. “don’t touch it yet—i just got it done.”

“you look so fuckin’ pretty,” he murmurs, more to himself than you. you lean into his touch, smiling. “i wasn’t even gonna do it today, but i had time, and—”

“nah, don’t explain,” he says, already brushing his lips against your cheek. “you look perfect. like—actually perfect.”

the kiss he gives you is soft. sweet. the kind that makes you melt a little. but then it deepens. his hands find your waist, sliding under your coat. and suddenly, he’s walking her backward toward the bedroom.

“matt—my hair,” you laugh, breath hitching when his teeth graze your neck.

“mm,” he hums, “then it’s the perfect time to ruin it.”

he’s already behind you the second you step into the bedroom—hands firm on your waist, spinning you around before bending you over the edge of the bed. your palms sink into the mattress, heart pounding as you feel him crowd in close.

his fingers slip under the waistband of your jeans, dragging them down in one slow, focused motion, your panties coming off with them. the cool air kisses your skin, goosebumps rising as he lets his hands glide over the back of your thighs, up to your ass. he pushes your shirt higher, bunching it around your waist, fingertips dragging along the newly exposed skin. he groans low behind you, hips rocking forward—thick and hard through the fabric of his sweats, pressing right up against you.

“walked in all done up just to end up bent over like this, huh?” he mutters, kissing down your spine. “that what you wanted?”

you gasp when his hand comes down hard—a sharp smack to your ass that makes your hips jerk and a moan slip past your lips. he rubs over it right after, palm dragging slow and warm over the sting.

he slowly glides his cock through your folds, teasing your clit before lining up.

“already falling apart, and i haven’t even given you a damn thing yet,” he mutters, voice dark.

when he finally slides into you, it’s deep and smooth, both of you groaning at the stretch. your head drops forward, hair slipping over your shoulders, and he grabs a fistful without thinking—pulling you up so your back arches harder and your mouth falls open.

“you’re not hiding that pretty face from me,” he growls against your ear, fucking into you slow but heavy, like he’s trying to fill every inch of you. “nah—look at us. look at how pretty you take it.”

you can barely keep your eyes open, staring dazed at the mirror in front of the bed as he holds you up by your hair, one hand gripping your hip, the other dragging moans out of you with every thrust. his mouth is everywhere—sloppy kisses over your jaw, your shoulder, your back.

“you like that?” he pants, breath hot. “tell me.”

“yes—fuck, yes, don’t stop.”

another spank. sharper this time. your legs shake.

“so good,” he mutters. “so fuckin’ good for me.”

it doesn’t take long before he’s stuttering into you, hips jerking, the grip on your hair tightening just before he groans your name into your skin. the rhythm falls apart as his thrusts get messier, deeper—he’s right there, and you can feel it in the way he starts to shake behind you, forehead pressed to your shoulder.

you’re already close, and the noises hes making against your neck pushes you over the edge. your whole body tightens, back arching into him, the orgasm hitting you fast and hard, leaving your legs weak and your voice wrecked as you cry out his name.

he groans low when he feels you clench around him, hips snapping one last time before he spills deep inside you. stays buried there, panting, both of you breathless and spent.

he stays like that for a second, hands soft now, soothing over your waist. eventually, he pulls out and helps you up, guiding you gently onto the bed with him. both of you are still catching your breath, skin hot and sticky with sweat. your now damp hair clinging to your face, stuck to your cheek. he brushes it away without saying anything. just moves it gently, fingers soft, eyes tracing over you. “you okay?” he murmurs. you nod, half-laughing. “you ruined my hair.” he smiles, lips brushing your forehead. “nah. you still look good.”

“matt i’m serious. i had curls and everything.”

“you still got curls. they’re just… kinda all over the place now.”

“no thanks to you.”

he kisses your cheek, still smiling. “i’ll book and pay for another appointment. and the next, and the next—however many you want.”

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