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Afterward, you two started your cooking adventure. Having Peter even be in the kitchen was already a fire hazard, so you took on most of the work, letting him do the easy parts. 

You watched intently as he rolled out the pizza dough, a pretty smile on his face as he enjoyed the activity. 

You couldn’t help but get lost in the minuscule act, something so small doing so much to your heart. You felt pure infatuation run through your veins, your eyes practically twinkling as you watched the person you loved most. 

You knew crushing on your best friend would have you end up in a ditch, a hole deep and wide enough to keep you from crawling out, a dark abyss that held all your pent-up feelings. Emotions that pricked you each time you saw Peter’s heart-wrenching smile. 

You didn’t know if he liked you back, you wondered if it was even a possibility, hoped there was a small part of him that felt the same way you did. 

You’ve known him forever, he’s been your sidekick since you could remember. Even when you found out that he was Spiderman, you still stuck with him through thick and thin, never leaving his side. 

You never thought your relationship would turn up the way it has, but now you are stuck. Adhered to this impending adoration you hold for Peter fucking Parker. 

Lost in your thoughts, you didn’t even realize when Peter tried to catch your attention.

“Hey? You alright, my love?” He looked concerned, slight fear on his face. 

“What?” 

“Why do you have that look on your face?” 

“Huh? What look?” 

He gazed at you, studying your features, eyes marked to your chest, 

“Nothing. Um, I’m done with the dough. I already put the sauce on it.” 

You took a deep breath, reaching over the kitchen island to grab the sliced cheese. 

“Here, put the mozzarella on it.” 

When the pizza was prepared, you took the pan and placed it inside the oven, setting it. 

“Okay, we just gotta wait a little while, and then it’s done.” You announced. 

“Alright. So… what do you wanna do?” Peter leaned against the counter, looking down at you. His stance sent strange chills down your spine, you gulped, trying to get your conscience together. 

“I- I dunno. What do you wanna do?” 

“Wanna watch a movie?” 

“If you say Star-“ 

“Star Wars. There are new episodes of the man-“ 

“No, Peter. I’m not watching that shit again.” 

“Why not?! You made me sit through five Twilight movies!” 

“Don’t act like you're not on team Edward!” 

“I’m team, Alice!” 

You gazed at him, a grin staining your lips before you rolled your eyes, letting out a laugh. He couldn’t help but laugh at himself, the two of you cackling together. 

“Okay, alright, we don’t need to watch Star Wars again. For your sake.” He put his hand on your arm, squeezing it. 

You gazed up at him, your cheeks suddenly heating up. 

“Uh… let’s just talk, until the pizza is done.” 

He nodded his head, walking back to the living room to grab a seat on the couch. 

You sat next to him, keeping a safe enough distance from him, for your sake, and your panties, of course. 

“So, tell me something about yourself.” 

You grinned, 

“You know everything about me, Pete. You’ve known me forever.” 

“Yeah, but people still hold secrets. Tell me one of yours.” 

You kept your eyes on him, crossing your arms. 

I’m in love with you. 

“You first, Parker.” 

“Hm… well, this secret is one of my worst. Truly horrific.” You tilted your head at him, “I’m… I’m a Leo man.” He confessed, putting his head into his hands as if he was terrified at what he just shared. 

You gasped in mock offense, 

“Leo?! Oh god, no!” You wailed, covering your eyes. 

He laughed, shaking his head, 

“I know… I know, It’s my biggest character flaw.” 

You giggled,

“My biggest character flaw is not being able to have an orgasm.” You admitted, sharing a personal confession with Peter. 

His brows knit together, his gaze shifting. 

“What do you mean?” 

“Well… I’ve only had sex once, and the guy didn’t make me finish. And I’ve you know… experimented with myself before, but I’ve never really had that big O every woman talks about. I’m kinda… embarrassed. I feel like there’s something wrong with me, you know? Guys can get off so easily, but then when it comes to women who are inexperienced and who don’t know much about their bodies, it’s a whole other situation.” 

Peter listened intently, showing care in what you had to say. 

“So, you’ve never had a real orgasm?” He gently asked. 

“Not really.”

He kept his eyes on you, analyzing your body language. 

You felt the invisible tension between you two wrap around your neck, practically suffocating you with your vulnerability. You felt your heart race, wanting to change the subject. 

“Anyway, uh… I um, I think the pizza is ready.” You hastily stood up, making your way towards the kitchen. 

“It's not ready yet, but it smells good.” You say, inhaling the mouth-watering scent that’s filled the room. 

You felt Peter creep behind you, placing a careful hand on your waist. You didn’t jump at his touch, instead, you melted, leaning towards him. 

“You haven’t had an orgasm yet?” His tone held genuine concern as if he really cared about your situation. 

“It’s- it’s nothing, Peter. You shouldn’t-“ 

“Can I… can I show you how it feels?” 

You were nearly thrown back, almost dumbfounded at his words. 

“W-what?” 

“I’m a firm believer that every woman should be able to have a good orgasm every once in a while. You are such a hard worker, honey. You put in so much care and effort into your everyday life and into the people you love and… and I just can’t see how you haven’t blown up with all that stress you must have.” You were completely starstruck by Peter at the moment, you thought your feet had molded into the floor, “Let me… let me take care of you. Show you how good it feels to finally let go, and have that earth-shattering orgasm you’ve been waiting for.” 

You stood staring at him, unable to open your mouth. Had he just said what you thought he did? Propose an offer that would completely change your life. 

“Peter, you- you don’t need to do that for me. I know you care about me and all, but it’s not your responsibility.” 

“I know, but this feels like it is. I want you to have this experience, to step into a new path in your life.” 

You gazed into his honeyed orbs, contemplating the idea. 

This would be a whole new venture for you, a life-altering experience that you’ve been dying for. Denying the offer seemed like a foolish choice. 

“…It’s okay if you don’t-“ 

“I want to. I want to experience it.” 

He blinked, 

“Are you sure? Like one hundred percent positive?” 

“You're right, Peter. I need to experience this, I need to let go for once.” 

His eyes never left yours as a smile stained his lips. 

“So, we’re doing this? We’re really doing it?” He questioned, leaning closer to you. His chestnut orbs sparkled with underlying excitement, as did yours. 

“We’re really doing it.” 

-

As soon as Peter peeled off your sticky panties, your mind started to ramble. 

Has Peter done this before? If so, how come he hasn’t told me? Does he like me too? He wouldn’t do this just as a friendly gesture, would he? How does this affect our relationship from now on? Is he—

“Hey… hey, you're alright. I’m here, Angel.” The nickname slipped out his lips so smoothly, so perfectly, it nearly stopped your heart. 

He was so gentle with you, rubbing your thighs carefully, whispering soft affirmations to soothe you, treating you like something so fragile, a thin layer of glass. 

“Are you sure you wanna keep going?” You felt your heart thump throughout your body as you looked down at him, his face inches away from your velvety folds. 

“I mean- my pussy is already in your face so…” he chuckled, his warm laugh calming you. 

“Alright… if I’m hurting you or anything, please speak up. Don’t be afraid to talk to me.” 

“I will don’t worry.” 

He took one more look at you before his thumb trailed to your throbbing clit, drawing slight circles around it. The instant shock had your head thrown back, soft moans escaping your lips. 

“Shit… you're already soaked. Did I do this to you?” He continued his movements, playing with you like a guitar, pulling each string with pure delicacy, with one prominent goal in mind. You whimpered, breath heavy. 

“Tell me, Angel. Who did this to you?” 

Suddenly, his finger sunk inside you, almost too easy. You let out a roar, chest rising and falling as your gaze narrowed to the curly-haired boy between your legs. 

“You! You did, Peter! All you!” The pleasure was overwhelming, you felt your entire body heat up, your mind spinning. 

His fingers curled inside you, hitting that sweet spot of yours. You gasped, gripping onto his bed sheets as your eyes rolled to the back of your head. 

“Good girl… such a sweet girl. You like that?” He praises, fingers digging deeper. You can’t help but continue to moan, eyes closed as you take in how fucking amazing this feels. Suddenly, you feel Peter’s hand slap your throbbing clit. You yelp, looking back at him. 

“Eyes down here, baby. Look at me while I make you come.” His sugared demands came as a surprise to you. 

Never have you seen Peter in this light before. It makes you feel a type of way, an instant feeling of desire. All you wanted was him. All of him. Every single inch of his cock just buried inside you. 

“Peter! Oh- oh fucking god!” You felt something burn within you, complete ecstasy running through your veins as Peter’s thick fingers continued to destroy you. 

“Talk to me, princess. Tell me what you want.” Your eyes practically burned into one another, Peter’s chestnut orbs were filled with lust. You wished he could always look at you like this. 

“I want- shit, I want to come. Please, please let me come. I’m begging you!” He smiles, diving into you as his hot tongue starts to draw circles around your little bundle of nerves. Harsh moans escape your lips, your legs starting to shake. 

It was as if his lips were a work of magic, moving them in such an inconceivable rhythm that you thought your mind was going to explode. With how he was devouring your soaked pussy and playing with that honeyed spot within you, it felt like you finally reached nirvana. 

Is this what heaven feels like? 

“Such a sweet pussy,” he groans, fingers hooked inside you, 

“God, you taste so fucking good. I could eat this pussy all night. Shit. Why didn’t you let me fuck you sooner?” He dives back into his succulent meal. 

You couldn’t answer him as crying out your moans was the only thing you could do. You started to wonder if this was really happening. Was Peter about to give you your first orgasm? 

You even realize that he’s been humping the mattress this whole time, fucking out his throbbing boner. 

“God! Peter! I’m gonna- I’m gonna come!” Your chest thumps rigorously, all your nerves start to light a fuse inside you. You start to feel lightheaded, bliss starting to kick in as Peter continues to play with your body like his own goddamn toy. “I’m- I’m gonna-“ 

Suddenly, he stops. You quickly look at him, all your limbs trembling as you whine. 

“Why- why did you-“ 

“All this time I’ve been waiting, just fucking dreaming about this baby. 

Now that I’ve got you, I’ll never let you go. I want- no, I need to feel you wrapped around my cock. I gotta make a mess inside you if you’ll let me. I’ll promise to make you cum on my cock for all eternity if you do.” 

You stared at him, completely dumbfounded. You needed at least three to five business days to process what he just said. 

“Please, babygirl. I’m begging you.” 

You laid still, those glossy orbs of yours stuck to the man before you. 

“If you don’t want that it’s alright, I’ll just—“ his ramblings were cut short as your lips connected to his, kissing him with such passion that tiny whimpers escaped Peter. You gripped onto his curls, pulling him into you. 

“Shut up and fuck the living shit outta me.” 

-

To say that Peter’s cock was big was an understatement. You’ve never seen something so beautiful. It was thick, long, veiny, and absolutely angelic. 

“Holy shit.” You blurt, eyes locked onto his leaking tip. 

“What? Is it too big? Or too—“

“No- Peter. Your dick is so… wow.” 

“Really? Do you think so? I always thought it was—“ You shut him up again with your puffy lips, you couldn’t wait any longer to have him deep inside you. 

“I don’t want you to go easy on me. Just fuck me like there’s no tomorrow, baby. I need you.” You plead before ripping off your top, your breasts falling in front of him. His chocolate orbs immediately stared at them. 

“Can I suck on them?” He asks softly, his hand grasping onto your pebbled nipple. You nod your head, biting your lip in anticipation. 

He lays you back down onto his sheets, his pink lips immediately attaching to your chest. You whine with pleasure, his hand reaching down to your abused clit to play with it again. 

His candied kisses mark your body with much love as if he’s branding you.

Never have you felt this euphoric.

You feel his cock brush over your cunt, as if he was asking permission to completely indulge inside you. 

“You have my word, Petey. Please let me feel you.” 

His pupils widen before he catches a kiss on your lips. As your tongues dance together, his large length slips inside you, stretching you out with blazing felicity. You both moan in desire, wanting more. 

His thrusts increase as he brings your knees up to his chest, completely fucking you insane like how you begged him to. 

The bed bangs against the wall as he pounds his cock within you, your cries filling the room. 

“Oh! Just like that! Fuck, Peter!” 

“You feel so fucking good. My god… such a tight pussy. Jesus Christ— I could cum already.” He groans, kissing you. You whine against his lips, arms wrapping around his back to pull him deeper. 

“You fucking slut. You love my cock, don’t you? Can’t get enough?” 

“Never! Oh, my fucking—“ you didn’t think he could sink any further, but when his cock hit your cervix, you completely lost your mind. 

You could feel him throb within you, your walls gripping onto him for dear life, never wanting to let him go. 

Harsh claps ran around his bedroom, you were definitely gonna feel the aches in the morning. 

Peter was right, why didn’t you let him fuck you sooner? His cock was addictive, this was a feeling you could never get over. 

You started to go numb as he pounded you senseless, utter babbles were all you could make out. 

“Already cock-drunk, baby? That dumb brain of yours can’t handle my pretty cock? Huh?” He teased. 

You honestly didn’t even know what he said. All you could feel was that huge cock inside you just absolutely tearing you up from the inside, and out. 

You felt that burning feeling again, soon realizing that you were gonna make a mess on him. 

“Gonna let me feel you? Come on, Angel. Let me feel you.” 

Suddenly, it happened. 

Your back brutally arched as all your muscles tightened, your intense orgasm raging throughout your body. You screamed Peter’s name like a damn prayer, trembling harshly as your cunt gripped Peter’s cock with all its glory. It was unlike anything else you’ve ever endured. Staining his thick length with your saccharine cum is what enlightenment must feel like. 

He grunts, “That’s it baby, that’s it. Good girl, such a pretty slut for me, yeah? Tell me you’re all mine.”

“I’m- I’m all yours. I swear. I swear, Petey.”

He smiles before crying with triumph as he finishes inside you, painting your walls with his delicate seed. 

As the high died down, you couldn’t help but feel fulfilled. A smile pricked your lips as you started to laugh, euphoria clouding your head. Peter looked over as you were giggling like a maniac. He too busted out chuckling as it was contagious. 

“Why- why are you laughing?” 

“Because… because that was the best sex I’ve ever had! I feel so… so fucking happy.” You confessed, a huge grin attached to your lips. 

Peter blushes, softly laughing before catching a much-needed kiss on your lips. His kiss was filled with tenderness, sweet love fusing between you. 

Suddenly, a burning smell pricks your nose. 

“Peter,” you try to break the kiss but he doesn’t stop, wanting to caress you forever, “…Peter— what’s that smell?” 

“Huh? What… oh shit. The pizza!” He jumps out of bed, running butt-naked towards his kitchen. 

You sigh as you shake your head.

“Call the fucking fire department again!” 

———

You were sure you’d pass out after this, but your body wanted more. Greed was the only thing on your mind, needing Peter to milk you of all your worth.

You pushed your own limits, letting him fuck your absolute brains out. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t love every single goddamn minute of it.

He pounded that sweet pussy of yours, skin roughly slapping, the honeyed melodies of both your moans making such a delicate song that you wished the entire universe could hear.

“Such a slut, aren’t you? Can’t get enough of my cock?” His lips found that spot behind your ear, leaving love bites, “Need me to fuck you to sleep? Is that what you want?” Your narrow walls squeezed his thick length, getting a grueling moan from his soft lips, he pumped you harder than before, his tip kissing your treasured spot.

Your eyes were glued to the back of your head, incoherent mumbles dancing around you two.

“Can’t talk now? What happened to all that bitching earlier?” His thrusts got sloppy, the firm rhythms losing their balance.

“Need- need to come. Let me come. Please. Please, Petey!” Tears trailed down the sides of your face, the knot below you tightened harshly, you were seconds away from that astonishing release you begged for.

“Gonna let me feel you, Angel? Let me feel you, come on.”

One last thrust and that was it. You were completely ruined, lost in a pit of euphoria, complete bliss clouding over you, taking over your whole body, your entire state of mind.

It was refreshing, feeling that intoxicating lust, your desire being fulfilled, exceeding its limits to lengths you’ve never even dreamed about.

Peter made you feel unlike anything else in the world, he knew you better than you knew yourself. He traced your body like a work of art, knowing how and when to brush his strokes, how to completely have you melting under his scorching touch, caressing you with so much love, you believed it was too good to be true.

Yet, when he had you screaming like this, back arching tightly under his arms, his cock deep inside you, it was in times like these you had to believe it. Accept that someone like him was able to leave you in such a vulnerable state, a condition filled with much love and ecstasy. Once your epiphany had ended, you softened into his touch, relaxing in his gentle hold.

“I got you, baby, I got you.” It was as if you two were sleeping in on a cloud, engulfing each other’s nebulous presence. You felt his lips leave tiny kisses over your chest and face, practically attacking you with his affection.

“I’m so proud of you. You did such a good job, Angel. My sweet girl.”

All you could do was smile at his praises, your heart throbbing rapidly.

“Mm… I love you, Pete.”

“I love you more.”

“Impossible.”

“Possible.”

With a sparkling smile, he suddenly caught a kiss onto your sore lips, tongues dancing together.

“Think you can go again? The stars are still up.”

———

At one point, you got the idea to start shifting in your seat, trying to rub out that intense throbbing feeling between your legs, but it was absolutely no use.

Things got worse when he had a client come in. You needed to sit in the conference room and take notes while your boyfriend discussed the new case he’s been assigned.

It was pure torture, how horny you were. At this point, your legs were shaking at the thought of Matthew fucking you raw, gripping onto you for dear life, pounding his thick cock inside you, staining you with his delicate seed.

Oh, how you imagined your tight—

“Y/N? You here with us?” Matt spoke, gazing at you.

“Huh?”

“I asked you to go get the Manila folder from my office, the one with all the paperwork my client needs to fill out?”

“Oh, yes, I’ll be back.”

You practically stumbled out of the room, trying to get your consciousness together.

Once Matt’s client had finally left the firm, you heard the Angels above harmonize. An extra symphony was added to the rhapsody when the clock struck one.

“Matt, Matt’s girlfriend, me, and Karen are going out to eat, we’ll be back,” Foggy announced as he opened Matt’s office door, Karen next to him.

“My girlfriend has a name, you know?”

“I know.” A goofy grin on his face before he and Karen left.

Matt let out a chuckle, that one reaction setting off a million throughout your needy pussy.

It’s go time.

As soon as you heard the front door close shut, you moved over to Matt’s chair, hopping into his lap.

“Woah there, sweetheart! What’s with all the rush?”

“I’ve been soaking my goddamn seat all morning, Matt. You haven’t noticed?”

A slick smile crept up his soft lips as he leaned into the crevice of your neck.

“Of course I noticed, I could smell you from a mile away.” His hand trailed down your back, gripping your ass, a gentle moan escaping your lips, “I bet you ruined your panties with how fucking wet you are. I can practically hear your clit throbbing.”

You chuckled before catching a quick kiss onto his lips,

“Hm… sorry, I can’t help it. Just your voice gets me going.” Your lips left love bites down his neck, marking your presence. He groaned into your ear, sending chills down your spine, straight to your leaking cunt.

“I could- shit, say the same to you. Had me all flustered with my client, I couldn’t even concentrate with how badly you were drenching the seat.”

You felt his growing boner poke your thigh, a smile staining your lips.

“So are you just gonna sit there or are you gonna help out your poor girlfriend, Mr. Murdock? What will it be?”

You could virtually see his answer laced in between his pearly whites, his pulsating cock below sealing your fate.

-

Nothing was as beautiful as Matthew Murdock nestled firmly between your thighs, desperately eating away at your delicate folds.

His fingertips dug into your thighs as his hot, wet tongue glided up your slit, gathering all your sweet slick to soak into his tastebuds.

“Fuck- Matty!” You grasped a handful of his chestnut curls, pushing his head deeper into you, grinding your cunt against his scruff. He groaned into you, vibrating your swollen bud with his hums.

“Jesus Christ,” his moans sounded like pure melodies to your ears, slipping in so smoothly, “I wish I could see your face right now, how sexy you look with my face in between you, eating this sweet pussy of mine.” He dived back in as if it was a race to finish his food, have you cum on his tongue.

You jerked your head back, your whimpers and whines dancing around Matt’s office.

“Tell me, tell me how good it feels.” His thick digits sunk inside you, so easily that you heard a groan come from Matt. He immediately curled his fingers to hit that sweet spot of yours, complete babble's sliding down your tongue.

“Talk to me, Angel. What is it?”

Your words were at a loss, you couldn’t concentrate on forming a single sentence as you felt all your nerves fry at once, your mind-boggling at the pleasure.

Matt’s temper rose at your disobedience, his hand immediately grasping your chin to make you face him.

“You're not gonna come any time soon unless you talk to me.”

You cried,

“It- it feels so good! So fucking good, Matty! I’m- I’m really close!”

You didn’t think his fingers could go any deeper, constant strokes against your sweet spot leaving your body completely numb.

His lips found yours, his candid kisses trying to soothe your nebulous state.

“Mm- Matthew! Matty, baby- can, can I-“

“Be my good girl and come.”

On command, you felt your muscles tighten, your leaking cunt clenching around his fingers.

Immense lust rushed throughout your veins, an inhumane surge of dopamine-releasing across your brain in a matter of seconds.

“That’s it, that’s my baby.” You could barely understand what Matthew was saying as you continued to see twinkling stars float around you.

He chuckled, slipping his fingers out to gently place them in your mouth, having you suck your nectar off his digits.

“Sweet, huh?” He grinned before catching a kiss onto your desperate lips, the electrifying touch bringing you back to Earth.

His soft lips trailed down your neck, making way to your chest, his hands unbuttoning your shirt to reveal your covered breasts, waiting to be displayed.

Your glossy orbs marked his, you licked your lips, admiring the view in front of you. A messy Matt, his tie undone, lips swollen, heavy breathing lacing between his teeth, it was as if a living God was held before you. Your pussy ached for him, for the deity in front of you to completely ruin you with his cock.

The silver cross that wrapped around his neck hung below, you grabbed it, pulling him forward to catch a tender kiss on his gentle lips.

“Fuck me, Matthew. Now.”

That slick, sinister smile of his stained his face, his hands quickly undressing you before he practically ripped away from his pants, releasing his strained cock.

It was dripping with precum, throbbing red at the tip, angry veins covering the large length.

You grasped it, pumping it softly as his lips attached to your hardened nipples, sucking needily. You moaned, throwing your head back with ease. His unoccupied hand trailed down to your swollen clit, drawing circles around it.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this. I almost fucked you in front of my client.” He confessed, lips still playing with your sensitive buds. You giggled, “Imagine if you did. You’d get disbarred.” A chuckle left his lips, “It’d be worth it.”

Matthew’s cock couldn’t handle the teasing anymore, he needed to be inside you, needed to feel you wrap tightly around him, how you always fit so snuggly for him.

Matt has always seen you as his blessing in disguise, how he thought you were crafted just for him by God, a generous gift he always assumed he never deserved.

With how you always made his breath stop, how the rhythms of your heart practically matched his, or how your craving voice sounded like a million melodies to his ears, deep down he knew that he deserved you. He needed you, he ached to be around you, his mind always revolved around the one and only, you.

He dove in to place a loving kiss onto your lips, his cock playing with your slick folds as if he was asking permission to completely indulge in you, to feel you all around. Your soft lips molded between his, giving him his dying answer.

A gasp escaped your lips as soon as he sunk inside you, your cunt needing some time to shape around him.

He took his time with you, soothing you with delicate kisses as he softly pumped inside you, honeyed mumbles leaving both your lips as he gently increased his thrusts.

Your eyes marked each other once again, you took in how beautiful his hazel orbs were, how they sparkled continuously, especially when he was fixated on you.

Your hands held onto his shoulders, “Harder, Matt. I can take it.” He smiled, his charming dimples imprinting you, “I know you can.”

His soft thrusts turned into harsh pounds, your eyes immediately falling into the back of your head.

His desk shook with rhythm, some papers he had filed falling off, making a mess of articles on the floor.

You’d clean that later.

You felt his cock pulsate inside you as you tensed around him, your hips bucking forward, needing to feel him deeper within. He held onto you with care, fucking you with much love.

In a matter of minutes, Matthew started to lose his mind too, his complex sentences forming into incoherent babbles with each pump.

“Gonna come for me, Matty? Gonna make a mess inside me?”

He let out an utter groan, pulling you even closer to him,

“F-fuck. Fuck, yes! Y/N!” Sounds of skin harshly slapping, and Matthew’s desk squeaking started to drown out with how loud he was moaning, chanting your name like a prayer.

He wanted the whole city of Hell’s Kitchen to hear how good you felt, how well you took him, better than anybody else. His thrusts got sloppy, his kisses slowing down as he neared his end.

You on the other hand tried to hold your damaged composure, your second orgasm about to hit you any second.

“Matty… Matty, I can’t hold it anymore.” You warned him, the impending feeling residing within you threatening to break.

“I know… I know, sweetheart.” You could tell he was falling apart too,

“We’re gonna come together, alright? Yeah, baby?” You nodded your head immediately, catching a kiss to agree.

Suddenly, it was as if the world had flipped. Pure warmth overtook your entire body, your cells filling with absolute pleasure as your vision clouded. Roars escaped your lips, unabashed moans sliding into Matt’s ears as you held onto him, feeling your body turn into jelly.

Matthew came undone soon after you, his hot, white cum coating your aching walls, releasing his sinful seed inside his pure Angel.

Your body completely surrendered afterward, Matt making sure to secure you in his arms.

“I got you, baby. I got you.” His sweet words faded as your mind started to cease, your eyelids slowly falling.

“Hey, hey… you can’t pass out now. It’s only the afternoon.”

You mumbled into his arms, body completely numb. He chuckled, placing a delicate kiss onto your sweat-stained forehead.

Suddenly, you heard the front door bust open, Foggy and Karen appearing.

“We gave you guys enough time to finish your… session! Please get dressed and come eat, we brought Indian food!” Foggy yelled, a bit of nervousness laced between his words.

Shit, they most definitely heard us.

“You dirty freaks need to get the hell out of there! We have clients coming in soon!” Karen yelled, obviously frustrated over you and Matt’s shenanigans.

“Give us a minute! I gotta- I gotta catch my breath!” You responded, a hand on your chest.

Matt laughed, his contagious smile leaving mark on you.

“God, we need to stop fucking in the office. They somehow always find out.” He chuckled, “Yeah, maybe. Or not.” He teased, kissing you once more.

———