#top golf

fem!reader x bf!matt

smut

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you and matt were at topgolf, just before sunset, the sky painted in soft pinks and oranges. the place was nearly empty, only a couple of other groups scattered around, far enough away to feel like you two were in your own little world. matt loved golf. and he was good at it. like, annoyingly good. so naturally, he made it his mission to teach you, even though you’d never held a club in your life.

you showed up to his apartment in a tight little tank top and a tennis skirt that barely covered your ass, practically daring him. the second he opened the door and saw you standing there, all smug and innocent, he knew. this lesson was gonna test his patience in more ways than one.

at first, he let you mess around, trying to swing on your own. you missed the ball more than you hit it, and your form was… questionable at best. but after enough failed attempts, you finally gave in, rolling your eyes and telling him, “fine, help me then.”

matt took a solid swing, the satisfying clang echoing as his ball soared down the range. 200 yards, easy. he watched it fly, then turned back to look at you sitting cross legged by the table, sipping your drink with a smirk. he motioned you over with his hand.

“okay, put the ball on the tee,” he said casually. as you bent over in front of him to do it, your skirt lifted just enough to tease him. he let out a quiet breath, trying to keep his cool. he handed you the driver, his fingers brushing yours. “you’re gonna take a practice swing, alright? back up, i’ll show you.”

you stepped back with the club in hand, and he came up behind you, real close. one hand gripped your hip while the other adjusted your shoulders.

“you should be slightly bent over,” he said, low in your ear. he pressed into you as he fixed your stance, clearly enjoying how you molded to him.

you smirked. “i thought we were playing golf, not testing your self control.”

he rolled his eyes, even though you couldn’t see it. “trust me, this is me having self control.”

you followed his instructions, taking a slow backswing, then snapping forward just like he showed you.

“that’s good,” he murmured. “now hit the ball.”

you lined up, swung again, and missed. he chuckled behind you, the sound low and teasing. “try again.”

the second time, you connected. not bad. not matt level good, but enough to earn a proud little grin from him.

“you’re a natural,” he teased, clearly impressed. you kept going, shot after shot, matt switching out your clubs and guiding you through each stance, each angle. he stayed close, hands always finding their way to your hips, your waist, your lower back.

at one point, he teed up a ball and topped it completely. it barely rolled off the platform. you were sitting and laughing when he came over, grinning through the embarrassment.

“i’m starting to think i’m better than you,” you teased.

he leaned down, both hands braced on the arms of your chair, caging you in. “right. and all you’ve done is sit there and look pretty.”

you gave him a quick peck on the lips, smirking. “that’s what i do best.”

as your time wound down, you teed up one of your last balls. you bent over again in that tiny skirt, fully aware of him behind you. and sure enough, he came up behind you, tugging your hips into place with that same firm grip. but this time, you didn’t need him to correct your arms. you knew the motion now.

“good girl,” he said under his breath, the words slipping out almost instinctively.

you shivered.

you swung, and the ball barely made it off the tee. matt let out a soft laugh behind you. “adorable effort.”

you reset yourself for one last shot, and before you could swing, he leaned down and whispered, voice thick and low.

“whoever drives it the furthest gets head tonight.”

you froze, blinking. “seriously?”

he just smirked.

you hit. your best shot yet. smooth, clean, and it flew down the range. you turned to him, innocent as ever, and walked away to watch.

matt lined up, cracked his neck, and hit. the ball shot past yours without question. he looked back at you, shrugged, and gave you that cocky grin that made your stomach flip.

you rolled your eyes, blushing.

on the way to his car, he opened the door for you like always. once you were buckled in, his hand slid onto your thigh. right to the hem of your skirt, thumb grazing soft circles.

“you did good,” he said, glancing at you. “well… once you finally stopped being so stubborn.”

you gave him a look. “i still think you cheated.”

he raised an eyebrow. “cheated?”

“you were distracting. grabbing my hips, whispering in my ear like that…”

he chuckled, voice dropping. “distractions are part of the game, baby. you think you weren’t distracting me?”

you feigned confusion. “how so?”

he slid his hand just under your skirt. “this little thing? you knew what you were doing.”

“maybe,” you whispered, biting back a smile.

back at his apartment, as soon as the door clicked shut behind you, matt was on you.

“don’t think i forgot about the bet,” he muttered, pulling you back against his chest. his hands gripped your hips, holding you there as you wiggled your ass against him. “you’re such a tease,” he muttered.

“me? i was just learning to golf,” you said with fake innocence.

he spun you around to face him. “you’ve got natural talent.”

“at golf?” you questioned.

he kissed you, quick and hot. “nah… at making me lose my damn mind.”

you sank to your knees, looking up at him with that same innocent smirk. he let out a soft laugh, already hardening in his sweats. you pulled them down, along with his boxers, revealing him fully.

you started slow. just the tip, swirling your tongue around it, watching his eyes flutter as his hand tangled in your hair. “c’mon, baby,” he groaned.

you took more of him in, stroking the rest with your hand, using your tongue in lazy, teasing circles. then you started bobbing, picking up speed, hand and mouth working in sync.

“good girl,” he panted. “just like that.”

he guided your head with his grip on your hair, fucking your mouth a little rougher now. “fuck, oh my god…”

just when his hips started to stutter, he pulled out, grabbing your chin to tilt your head back.

you stuck out your tongue, and with a few fast strokes, he came. hot and messy across your tongue and lips.

you swallowed, he wiped the corner of your mouth with his thumb and then pushed it into your mouth. you looked up at him with a proud little grin.

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Ad | Had an amazing time at Top Golf Glasgow last night for the launch of the new Sonic Game Mode!

The team at Top Golf were awesome, and special thanks to SEGA Europe and the folks at Guillotine Agency for the invite!

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