#oh yeahhhhh

You’re sitting not-so-patiently in your apartment, scrolling through a random streaming service, trying to find something interesting to watch. A sudden knock at your door jolts you out of your deep contemplation. You get off your couch and walk over to your door, getting on your tip toes to look through the peep hole. Smiling softly to yourself at the sight of Matty, you unlock the door and open it.

“What could you possibly want?” You joke with him, opening the door wider and motioning for him to come inside. Matty lets out a chuckle and walks inside, kicking his shoes off. You shut the door behind him and lock it again, turning to face him.

“What a way to welcome a guest, love.” He grins cheekily, teasing you. He pulls a baggy out of his coat pocket, and shakes it in front of your face. “Special delivery!” Matty sing-songs, holding an eighth of weed in his hands.

“Only took you the whole day.” You tease, snatching the baggy out of his hands and walking towards the couch. He follows after you, laughing to himself.

“Someones in a mood, huh?” Matty questions, sitting next to you on your couch.

You ignore his comment and grab your grinder off the coffee table, opening it and the bag of weed. Your fingers work skillfully, pulling apart the large buds, putting the smaller pieces in the grinder.

Matty watches you intently, grabbing some rolling papers out of his pocket and setting them on the table, silently offering you them. You glance over at him and grin, “You’re a life saver, how’d you know I didn’t have any?”

He chuckles and shrugs, “Lucky guess.”

You continue to work on the bud, twisting the grinder in your hands. You open it back up slowly, making sure no bud falls out. Matty takes the grinder out of your hands and pours some of the ground bud on the paper and begins rolling it up. His fingers work nimbly as he leans down and wets the lining of the paper with his tongue, securing it. You stare at him, lost in the way he continues to finish the joint with ease.

“You got a lighter, love?” Matty’s question jolts you out of your trance, you look back up at his face quickly. You clear your throat softly and reach into your hoodie pocket, fishing out your lighter.

Matty laughs to himself, your gaze not going unnoticed. He takes the lighter from your hand and sits back on the couch, lighting the joint. He inhales deeply, allowing the smoke to travel down deep into his lungs, the burning sensation feeling familiar and welcomed. After holding the hit in, he exhales, letting the smoke escape past his lips.

He holds the joint out towards you, “That’s some good shit babe, you’re gonna love it.” You reach out for the joint and bring it towards your lips. You inhale, watching the cherry light up. The smoke fills your lungs quickly, warm and comforting. Closing your eyes, you lean back on the couch as well, exhaling up at the ceiling. A smile falls across your face, your eyes fluttering shut in pure bliss.

You both sit in silence and continue to pass the joint in between each other. Coughing every so often when either of you accidentally take too big of a hit. Your head turns and you look over at Matty, your eyes feeling heavy.

Through the smoke filled living room, his eyes meet yours. A smirk spreads across his face, "How're you feeling, love?" His voice sounds far away, your head swimming in your high. He ashes the last of the joint on the paper towel sitting on the table. Matty reaches for the blanket on the back of your couch and throws it over the both of you, scooting closer until your legs are touching.

You grin at him lazily, letting the warmth of the blanket engulf your body. His hand reaches out and rests on your thigh under the blanket. Heat travels up onto your cheeks, the air suddenly thickening.

"Matty," You breathe out softly, resting your head on his shoulder. The sudden need for him overtaking every fiber of your being.

You look up at him through your lashes, your pupils blown wide. "I need you-" You mumble out, barely coherent.

Matty moves quickly at your request, his body molding with yours as he pulls you onto his lap without difficulty. You gasp out softly at the quick movement, your hands moving onto his shoulders to steady yourself.

"You need me to do what? Use your words, pretty girl." Matty hums, his hand moving to your cheek then your neck, slightly applying pressure.

You gulp underneath his grip, voice barely above a whisper, "Need you to fuck me." You grip onto his shoulders tighter, giving yourself leverage to grind your hips lazily but firmly against his. Your cheeks redden as you feel his erection growing through his pants.

Matty's grip tightens on your throat, properly cutting off your airways momentarily. Your mouth falls open in a silent moan, eyes rolling into the back of your head. His grip loosens lightly, eyes watching you intensely.

Matty trails his hand down from your throat to your chest, reaching his other hand under your hoodie, helping you pull it off. His eyes flicker down to your exposed chest, his pupils expanding at the sight.

"Fuckin' so pretty, baby." He breathes out, eyes drinking you in.

You continue to grind against him, small whines escaping from your mouth. Leaning down, you attach your lips to his, kissing him with fever. Matty moans into the kiss, his hands moving down to grip your hips.

Deepening the kiss, you run your hands under his shirt, pulling at it. Matty breaks the kiss for a moment to pull his shirt over his head, chucking it somewhere in the room. Your hands roam up and down his chest before resting your hand on the hem of his jeans. Biting your lip, you undo his belt and pull it off quickly.

You let yourself slip off his lap, grabbing onto his jeans and boxers, pulling them down with you. The blanket falls off of you, gathering at the ground. Your knees hit the floor gently as you look up at him. Matty spits into his hand, and rubs his length, wetting it. You watch with heavy lids, eyes silently begging him.

Matty reaches down and grips your chin in between his fingers, “Gonna suck me off? Get me all ready and wet for your pussy? Hm?” His tone almost condescending.

You nod quickly, wanting to please him in any way possible. Your whole body feels like it’s on fire, vibrating with anticipation.

He pulls your face towards his hips, gripping onto your chin. Matty gives you a small nod, silently granting you permission. You grab onto the base of his dick, pulling it towards your lips. Your tongue gives his tip small kitten licks before taking his length into your mouth quickly.

Matty groans out as your head bobs up and down over his length, your lips sucking him off feverishly. He bites his lip hard, watching you take his full length with ease.

You continue to suck, swirling your tongue around his length. Your eyes water slightly as his tip hits the back of your throat, but your movements don’t falter.

Matty’s hand grips onto your hair, pulling you off of him. A trail of spit connects from your lips to his length, your eyes blown.

Matty is panting heavily, memorizing the look in your eyes as he pulls you back onto his lap. He tugs your shorts down quickly as you straddle him. His hand reaches down and feels the wet spot forming on your thong. Your cheeks redden, almost embarrassed from how wet you are just from sucking him off.

“So fucking wet for me, baby. I don’t even have to prep you, yeah?” Matty taps the front of your panties, pushing them to the side, exposing your dripping cunt.

“Please fuck me, please,” You whine out, pushing down on his erection.

Matty smirks at you, and lines himself up with your pussy, guiding you down onto his length. You gasp out softly as you inch yourself down, your aching heat pulsating around him.

“Fuck, so tight, you feel so good around me, love.” Matty grunts out, his head leaning back against the couch, watching you as you sink down.

At his praise, you start to bring your hips up and then back down in quick succession, riding him. Small whines fall from your lips as he hits the sweet spot inside of you.

Matty’s hands rest on your hips, helping you ride him more efficiently. His nails dig into your skin, leaving crescent shaped indents in your hips. You moan out, unable to contain yourself. Your hips continue to rock into his.

“Feels so good, Matty..“ You breathe out heavily, your fingers gripping onto him tightly. Your head leans down on his shoulder, nuzzling into his neck as you continue to ride him with earnest.

His hips buck up into yours as you feel your orgasm quickly approaching. You pant into his neck, biting down gently as his length hits your spot repeatedly. You let out a muffed grunt as you feel Matty’s hips stutter, his thrusts becoming shorter and quicker, chasing his own release.

“Gonna come baby, fuck.” He moans out, gripping onto your hair and pulling your head out from his neck. You whimper at the feeling of his fingers in your hair. Your hips falter as your orgasm falls over your body, your tight heat clenching down on him.

Matty watches you with heavy eyes, his mouth open in a silent moan, watching your orgasm wash over you. It was enough to send him over the edge too, quickly pulling your hips off of his length. He grips onto his length and gives it a few firm strokes before spilling his load all over your lower stomach. His head hits the back of the couch again, stroking himself through his orgasm. Your eyes stare at him, your lip bitten between your teeth, mesmerized.

His chest rises and falls quickly after he finishes, his other hand instinctively goes back to your hips holding onto you. You smile softly to yourself, trying to slow your breathing. Your body falls into his softly, your forehead leaning onto his as your breathing syncs up.

A smile forms on his face, breathing with you. You push yourself off of him with what little strength you had left, plopping down next to him. Your legs slightly shaking.

Matty takes notice and gets up, walking to your bathroom to get a towel. He comes back and carefully wipes the come off your belly, also cleaning himself off after. Matty tosses the towel to the ground and pulls his boxers back on, sitting next to you on the couch again. He pulls you into his arms, letting you rest your head on his shoulder.

A smile pulls at the corners of your mouth. “Well that was..” You start, a breathy laugh forming.

“Perfect, yeah.” Matty finishes your sentence, looking at you and instinctively placing a soft kiss to the top of your head. Pink flushes your cheeks as you move in closer to him, your hand resting on his chest, wanting him closer.

His fingers start tracing the freckles on your skin, admiring the goosebumps he’s leaving in its wake. The smile never leaves his face as he reaches down and puts his finger under your chin, moving your eyes up to his.

You smile up at him, your eyes still pink from your high, studying his face. His eyes glimmer in the dim lighting, his pupils expanding as he looks at you with adoration.

“I’ve always wanted to do that, y’know.” Matty admits, his voice cracking momentarily from his dry throat.

You grin at his admittance, nodding. “Me too. Been so hard just being a customer of yours. Always wanted more.” You whisper out, the high still lowering your inhibitions.

His eyes flash from your eyes to your lips then back to your eyes, the sudden confession fueling something inside of him. You notice and pull him in for a soft kiss.

“God, you’re a fucking dream, baby.” He mumbles against your lips, smiling, kissing you back gently before pulling away.

You let out a small laugh, grabbing the remote on the coffee table, before tucking yourself back into his side. As you get comfortable, you scroll through the options on the streaming service, ultimately deciding on one of your favorite comedies.

You glance up at Matty as he plays with your hair, stroking it softly. He’s watching the movie intently, running his fingers absentmindedly through your hair. Your eyes focus back on the TV as a warm feeling spreads across your cheeks and chest. You let your body melt into his as your eyes flutter shut.

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