Aylin

Kurt was always locked in to all of your stories, giving his full attention to you whenever you spoke. You hadn’t realized that anyone in the chat had actually been listening to your little story.

You’d been friends with Kurt for about a year now, met him through an online game when he’d defended you from a group of guys that had been ragging on you. He sort of went overboard with trying to do that now, but it was nice to know that he cared enough to do so. 

“Really?” You crossed your legs as you peered at your screen again, “you mean that? I’m a little hopeless when it comes to new places.”

“Yeah, I can show you around all the cool and upcoming places. I mean I live in Azusa but it’s not far.”

“Kurt, you’re so sweet,” that got a flush out of him as his smile turned bashful, dark eyes sparkling, “I’d love that if you’re being serious. Could you pick me up from the airport?”

“Of course I mean I’m a spree driver so I’ve been there a few times,” he let out an awkward laugh, “maybe we could review stuff for our followers.”

“I’d like that a lot. Sure. It sounds like it’d be fun.” 

It took another few months before you actually made it out there, and you were pleasantly surprised by the views.

And, of course, Kurt,

“Wow, you’re so much cuter in person, Kurt.” You admitted, grinning at the way his face burned. You meant it too.

You knew from seeing him online that he was cute, but in person he was much more attractive. He had dark hair that rested over his forehead, hazel eyes that were downturned and large. Not to mention the softest, pinkest lips that you’d ever seen.

And fuck. Kurt was cute. Like in such a way that you had to let it simmer before saying it again. This trip may end up being more than you bargained for.

“Hi, hey,” that same nervous laughter tumbled free from those cupids bow lips, “wow you’re like actually here. That’s-, that’s so cool. Hey. You look uh, cute too.” His fingers reached out briefly, like he was going for a hug before he lost his confidence.

You took over, wrapping your arms around his narrow torso and giving him a polite squeeze. He smelt natural but not in a bad way. It was nice actually. Despite the heat, he was still wearing a blue long sleeved shirt. It fit him oddly enough. 

“Thanks, Kurt,” you bit down on your bottom lip, hearing the shyness rush forth from him, “I hope you didn’t have to wait for too long.” You told him honestly, struggling with your bags as you followed him out. 

“No, not long at all. Oh uh my cars over here.” Kurt was quick to take most of your bags from you, making you smile at how thoughtful he was. He sort of treated himself like a white knight when he was online with you, but you couldn’t lie that you sorta liked that. 

“I didn’t bring too much, did I?” You pressed your lips together, feeling a little bad now as you trekked towards where he’d parked his car. 

“Uh no, no this should be fine,” Kurt smiled as he knelt, picking your bags up. You watched in fascination at the way his long fingers wrapped around the handles, “cool, so uh. You wanna check your place out or are you hungry? We could get some tacos, I know this great place.”

“Tacos sound amazing. I’m starving.” You admitted even though you were exhausted from your flight. Food first. 

It was awkward for a few minutes as he began to drive up until you broke the tension, taking note of the cameras that he had set up in his car. Kurt was trying really hard to be an influencer, but like most people, was struggling to actually build a following. 

You’d understood. It took you a while to get going too. 

“I love my job, you know, I love interacting with people. The stories, the real content. It’s-, it’s so cool. Just in general too.” Kurt spoke with his hands a lot in the same way that he was constantly laughing nervously. You pressed your lips together, hoping that he would warm up soon. 

“The tips have been helpful,” you agreed with a nod of your head, peering at the parking lot he’d pulled into, “you know, if I drove I would really appreciate the help,” he flushed, beaming at the compliment, “where are we at?”

“Oh it’s a great place. Really incredible,” he rambled off for a moment, struggling to unbuckle his seatbelt before he was racing around to open the door for you, “s’like the best tacos in Azusa. Oh, and they have great chips too. I like the fish tacos.”

“I’ll have to try it then,” you nodded your head as you followed him out, “thanks for the recommendation. Maybe we can do a mukbang.” You suggested, trying to think of something that he’d like. This was definitely the longest you’d seen him go without streaming, so you were sure he was getting the itch to do so. 

“An eating video?”

“Yeah, they’re fun. The no talking ones are the best,” you nodded your head as you smiled at him, “only if you want to though.”

“I think that would be like awesome. You know you’re good at, at eating. I’ll get the food.” You laughed as he walked away, biting down on your bottom lip. He was really awkward, but there was something endearing about it. He was cute, really cute. 

You accepted the platter from him when he returned, sharing a little smile as he nestled into the spot next to you. You could feel his warmth from how close he was sitting, getting another whiff of his scent. And he smelt good. 

“Hi, this is Kurt from KurtsWorld and this is-,” he paused as he leaned towards you, the camera pointing in your direction as you gave a brief wave and introduction, “yeah. It really happened. We’re here eating the best tacos in Azusa for your own pleasure.”

“We’re going to do a silent Mukbang,” you held up your taco, showing off the toppings, “starting in just a second. This all looks and smells amazing.” You bit back a smile at the way Kurt’s shoulder brushed against yours, how even though it was supposed to be silent he continued to talk throughout it. 

Not that you really cared. His voice was nice, comforting. And it was fun getting to know him better. He was just as chatty as he was in the chats, but you wondered if that had to do with the lack of people in his life. 

It only took you only one day to realize that you were really attracted to Kurt. You liked everything about him, even down to how awkward and corny he could be at times. He was cute, very cute. 

You enjoyed that a lot. 

You spent a lot of time with Kurt during your visit, actually, you spent most of your time with him. In some way, you just couldn’t help yourself. He was more interesting than anyone else you had plans to meet up with, and you enjoyed all of the places that he took you. Even if they were a little mundane in comparison to the places you were wanting to see in Los Angeles. You’d rather be with him. 

He took you to lots of places around Azusa. Different scenarios, busy shopping markets, lucky spots and even to one of his dad’s shows at night. You were also able to meet his mother, and you thought that you two had gotten along fairly well. 

And even though you’d been slowly leaving little hints and suggestions, Kurt was oblivious to it all. He shied away if you touched him too much, became too bashful if you flirted a little too hard. You didn’t press him for details, but you had a feeling that he’d never been with a girl before. Anyone. From what you could tell, he didn’t have many friends in person either. You were practically the only woman that he spoke to. 

Kurt, without a doubt, was a virgin. Something about that made you feel a little feral too. It was cute. 

Your trip was slowly coming to an end, which made you sad. You didn’t want to leave Kurt, and you definitely didn’t want to leave without making some sort of move. You weren’t sure you wanted to be just friends anymore.

“Kurt, do you think I’m pretty?” You turned towards him as he ended his stream, shifting from where you were both watching the Fantastic Mr. Fox. Well, you were trying to watch it. Kurt was sort of talking throughout it, but again, that didn’t bother you. 

“What?” his face burned several shades of red as he looked at you, hazel eyes widening in surprise as a nervous laugh left his lips, “I mean-, yeah. Yeah you’re really pretty. I just thought you knew that.”

“Well I like hearing you say that,” you giggled as you shifted closer to him, “you know, you’re really handsome too. I’m surprised you don’t have a girlfriend.” You hummed as you brushed your finger across his chin, making him melt into the bed.

“I mean I have, you know, girls. Girlfriends. I’ve had girlfriends before. Lots of them.” He added with a quick nod of his head, making you laugh softly in agreement. You didn’t believe him at all, but you understood that he was probably a little embarrassed. 

“What’s your go to in asking a girl out?” you questioned as you shifted onto your side, resting your head on your hand so you could look at him better, “I want you to impress me.” 

“I-, uh,” he shuffled again, cheeks burning pink as his hazel eyes darted back and forth. You bit down on your bottom lip, reaching your free hand out to rest against his chest. You could feel how warm he was, how roughly his heart was racing, “you’re like so beautiful. Uh, very beautiful. Just-, do you-, do you like food? I mean let’s go get food sometime. I go on dates like all the time, all the time, but uh you look like you like food.” He rambled off, face getting even redder and sweater the more that he spoke.

Yeah, you were smitten.

“Sure, I’d love a date,” you told him, enjoying the way his eyes widened in surprise as you rubbed at his chest, “can I kiss you, Kurt?” You hummed softly, enjoying the rough way he exhaled, how his adam’s apple bobbed. 

“Uh yeah, okay. I uh yeah I kiss girls all the time,” the nerves were evident at the way his voice broke, how he was blinking even rougher, “sure.” He nodded his head, trying to feign casualness.

You hid your own smile as you leaned forward, his eyes burning into you as your nose softly brushed against yours. You stalled a few centimeters away from his lips, enjoying the rough way his breath hit you as he sighed deeply. 

Then you were slowly pressing your lips against his soft ones, surprised at how sweetly they fit against your own. Kurt tasted good, like the vapes he was obsessed with smoking. 

His hands were rough against your arms as he gripped you a little too tightly, like he wasn’t quite sure how to grip you. The kiss was a little awkward, slightly tense as you continued to pepper soft kisses against his pretty mouth. He definitely didn’t know what he was doing, but there was something endearing about that. 

“Woah,” he whispered as he looked up at you, his heart beating even harder from where you were resting your palm on his chest, “that was, wow. You’re really good at that.” He had a hazy look in his eyes, his lips all covered with your spit.

You giggled as you leaned down again, enjoying the eager way he was dragging his lips against yours. It was still a little rushed, a little rough but you enjoyed it nonetheless. When you pulled away this time, a trail of spit was connecting the two of you. 

“Can I touch you, Kurt?” You whispered softly, his nose brushing against your cheek as you moved your lips to the corners of his lips. You kissed there softly before dragging your tongue across the curve of his lips, earning a deep whine from him that left your thighs pressed tightly together. 

“Yeah, I-,” he was staring up at you breathless, “I really want you to touch me. Please.” Kurt was staring at you eagerly, eyes glazed over in desire as you continued to rub your hand across his chest.

That was all you needed to sit up, to give him another reassuring peck before stripping his shirt from him. His chest hair was thick across his chest, dipping down into the pair of pants that he was wearing. There were even more moles than you could count across his body, surprising you as you dragged your nails lightly across his skin.

“You’re so pretty,” you told him seriously, beginning to softly kiss down his chest and his soft tummy. His breath became hitched as he bumbled out something you couldn’t quite understand, “does it feel good?” You hummed, kissing around his belly button. He had a cute one. 

“Really uh, really good,” he blabbered out, hips slightly raising off the bed. He was so eager, desperate that you could already make out the bulge from his pants. Just from a little teasing, “that feels so nice. Oh fuuuuuck!” A broken whine left his swollen lips as he pushed his hips up against your hand, his cock pulsing underneath your touch. 

“What? You’re not getting shy on me now, are you Kurt?” You teased as you continued to press your palm down across his bulge, leaving him to mewl underneath you.

“No, no, s’just-,” he blinked roughly, hazel eyes darkened with lust, “nothin’. I don’t know. I don’t want to hurt you.” Cute. 

“We don’t have to go all the way,” you promised as you kissed underneath his belly button again, “we’ll take it slow, I swear. I just wanna see you.” You really, really did. You had a feeling that he wouldn’t disappoint. 

A subtle blush continued to settle over him as he raised his hips, helping you tug free his pants and boxers. A gasp fell from you as his cock sprung free, resting heavily against his abdomen. 

You were stunned. Kurt was big, like he was packing. His cock was curved nicely, the middle of him thicker than his pink tip. There was a soft amount of hair that was decorating his skin at the base of his cock.  His heavy balls were the same color as the tip of his cock. The head of his cock was leaking heavily with his precum, making you moan as you wrapped your fingers around his girth gently. He jolted. 

“Oh God you’re touching my dick,” Kurt hissed, eyebrows furrowing together as a look of bliss settled on his features, “oh God.” He was crooning, whining in a high pitched manner. Another moan left you as your clit pulsed from his sounds. God. You could get off from just that.

“I am,” you grinned, pressing your lips together as you leaned forward to spit across his fat tip. More croons fell from him as he squirmed underneath you, gasping as you slowly spread your spit across the curve of his dick, “you have such a nice cock, Kurt. You’re big, did’ya know that?” You teased, enjoying the way his eyes were slowly beginning to flutter shut as he pressed his hips up towards your slippery palm.

“I don’t-,” his words were broken up by more moans, all rough and desperate, “oh my God. Oh my God, you’re really touching my dick. Holy shit.” You laughed sweetly, slowly dragging your hand up and down the curve of his cock. 

Kurt continued to babbled incoherently as you stroked your hand across his dick, using your other fingers to wrap around his heavy balls. He had nice ones, warm and tight against your slippery palm as you squeezed.

He lurched at the sensation, whining wantonly as he pinched his eyes shut tightly. His skin was all flushed, sweat forming on his forehead as he fucked himself up into your hand. There was no rhythm to his motions, just pure pleasure and desperation as you let him use you.

“Such a good boy,” you whispered as you kissed at his hip, giggling at the way he pressed up against you. Drool was falling from his lips from how messily he was whining, the way he was babbling, “oh that’s it, Kurt. You look so good like this.”

Your praises must’ve been too much for the poor guy as he fucked himself into your hand one last time, balls heavy against the side of your fingers as rough ropes of cum thrust out from the tip of his dick. It went everywhere. All over your hand, your clothes, his chest and some even on his face. 

He came, and he came a lot.

“Goodness,” you teased as you gave him another squeeze, enjoying how sensitive he was as he squirmed away in a whiny manner, “such a messy boy.” You hummed as you slowly began to lick his cum off of his sweaty skin, moaning at the taste.

“Oh my God, that’s-,” Kurt was breathing too hard to really speak, especially when you locked eyes, “fuck, I’m sorry. Oh I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to be messy.”

“Don’t apologize, it’s hot.” You hummed as you continued to lick the mixture of sweat and cum from his skin. Then an idea popped in your head.

You pressed his lips apart slowly, enjoying the adoration in his eyes as you slowly spit the mixture into his mouth. He blinked in surprise, a look of revulsion passing his eyes just briefly.

“Taste yourself,” you begged softly, smiling at the way he easily obeyed and swallowed, “you’re such a good boy Kurt.” You hummed, smiling at the way his hands fell to your waist.

“Can I-,” he searched for his words for a moment, “I wanna like touch you. Or just see you, if that’s alright. Please.” He added softly, biting down on his bottom lip. 

You took your time to undress, straddling his lap and making a whole show out of it. You weren’t sure if Kurt had ever seen a woman naked before, so you wanted him to really enjoy it.

And based on the heavy way his eyes were watching you, you had a feeling that he was. 

“What do you think?” You pressed his warm palms against your hips, enjoying how long and thick his fingers were against your skin. He felt nice, making the desire between your legs grow. You wondered if he knew the effect that he had on you. 

“Woah,” Kurt gulped roughly as he stared at you, looking like he was seconds from blowing his load again, “you’re so like fucking beautiful. You’re st-, stunning. You have nice boobs.” He spit out at the end, a boyish grin forming on his lips.

You laughed at that, even though you appreciated everything he said. You hummed as you fell into bed next to him, tilting your head as you spread your legs wide. Your right foot rested over his thighs, his cock already semi hard as he stared at you in awe.

“Gonna touch myself, okay?” you looked at him, enjoying the hungry way he was looking at you. His eyes kept darting back and forth, like he couldn’t decide where to linger on, “I want you to kiss my neck right here. Can you do that for me?” You questioned, pointing to the sensitive spot on your neck. 

Kurt was too eager as he leaned in to kiss at your neck, his lips smooth and slippery as you reached down between your legs. A sigh left you as you pressed two fingers against your swollen clit, sighing deeply before sliding your fingers into your slick hole.

“Oh God, Kurt,” you whimpered as you held your head back, enjoying the way his teeth grazed against your neck, “I’m so warm and wet for you. God, feels so good.” He was whining again as one hand fell to your thigh, dragging up and down slowly like he was afraid to touch you.

But you loved it. A fire spread across your skin as he kept those same movements, moans falling from you as you continued to curl your fingers deep inside of yourself. His fingers would continually brush against your wrist, a greedy sensation filling you as you imagined how good his long fingers would be instead of your own.

“Your pussy’s like-,” Kurt was whining against your neck, his already hardened cock pressed against the side of your upper thigh, “so moist. Your pussy is so wet, yeah. Sounds so wet.” He babbled on, leaving you to bite back a smile as you continued to drag your fingers up against your spongy walls.

At least he was trying.

His lips moved further down your collarbone, across your hardened nipples. You crooned this time from the sensation, whining at the way his lips wrapped around the buds. He flicked his tongue out, licking slowly as you rutted yourself harder against your fingers. 

You could feel the waves of your orgasm beginning to grow as your moans grew louder, spit spreading across your tits as Kurt continued to lick and kiss at your nipples. His moans were vibrating across your chest as he slowly rutted his sensitive cock against your skin, making your head spin.

“Fuck me,” you pleaded with him, beginning to rock yourself up against your fingers, “please, please, please Kurt. I wanna cum with your cock inside of me.” You sighed as you used your free hand to tug him away, enjoying the wild look that settled in his eyes.

“I’m gonna-, gonna fuck you with my dick,” Kurt whined as he settled between your legs, eagerly looking down at where your fingers were continuing to drag in and out of your slick cunt, “oh fuck, oh God. I’m gonna fuck you-, fuck you so hard.” He gulped, hands shaking as he pressed the tip of his dick where your fingers were.

You slowly removed your fingers, keeping one hand on your clit as you used the other to wrap around the base of his cock. He cried out again, eyebrows furrowing together tightly as you slowly began to press him into your warm walls. You had a feeling he wasn’t going to last long as you continually rubbed at your clit, sharing a whine with him. 

Kurt was desperate as he pushed himself inside of you with one thrust, making you wince at how large and heavy his cock was. You breathed through the slight discomfort as you continued to toy with your clit, savoring the broken expression on his features.

Drool was falling from his pink swollen lips as he peered at you in bliss with half lidded eyes, his brows furrowed and desperation etched on his features. The moans that fell from his lips were broken and whiny, loud and full of awe as he gripped your thighs and trembled. 

“Kurt, oh fuck, that’s it baby,” you whined as you felt your orgasm coming over you harshly, “oh my God! You’re fucking me so good baby, so fucking good.” You shook, thighs pressing against his hips as your cunt clamped down roughly around his thick girth.

“Fuuuuuuck, oh fuuuck,” Kurt’s voice was all high pitched as he gave one lousy thrust into your tight pussy, whimpering deeply as he clawed at your thighs, “your pussy is like-, oh fuck. Oh shit. Oh my fuck.” He shook as he fell over top of you with a loud moan, making the air leave your lungs as you rubbed at his sweaty back. 

Cum was leaking from your cunt at how roughly he came inside of you, his cock pulsing as little whimpers pulsed from him. It was like he couldn’t decide if he wanted to pull away or press deeper into you, too ridden with pleasure and overstimulation. 

You liked the feeling of his warm body on top of yours as you wiggled underneath him, squirming as he panted roughly against the side of your face. A little giggle left you as you kissed at his neck, heart hammering roughly.

“I expect you take me somewhere nice for our date,” you hummed softly, unsure if he was flushed from bashfulness or from how roughly he’d just come, “and you can stay overnight with me. I wanna spend as much time with my boyfriend as possible.” You teased as you pushed his sweaty, greasy hair off of his forehead. 

You try to ignore the flutter in your stomach, telling yourself he doesn’t mean what you think he means. "What’s true?"

"That sex is my favorite sport. Don’t need special shoes, matter of fact, you gotta be naked-" Matt chuckles, cutting himself off, when he sees the look on your face.

"Whatever, freak." Your face heats up at the sudden information, trying your best to keep the images of him naked and fucking someone (you) out of your mind. But of course, it’s no use. Your mind is already creating scenarios where he’s doing something explicit.

Matt notices the way you’d gone all quiet, looking at nothing in particular like you’re thinking about something, and he tells himself you’re property dissociating or something. Still, his mouth moves before his brain can catch up and he’s saying things he would normally never say. "Wanna do it together? My favorite sport?"

Yeah, it’s safe to say that your brain short-circuited.

"What?" You mumble dumbly, blinking at him like he’d grown a second head.

Matt grins lazily, knowing he’s got you all flustered. He’s treading the thin line between friends and something more, playing a game he’s not sure would benefit either of you. He’s not even sure if your reaction is a good one. If you’re flustered because you find his words uncomfortable or because you’re turned on.

Despite his brain telling him to stop now and not ruin everything, his mouth obviously has other ideas. "Is that a no?"

"Not a no... but..." You trail off, at a loss of words. "Do you mean what I think you mean? Or am I misunderstanding it...?"

He smirks at that, deciding to tease you some more. "Well, what do you think I mean?" He tilts his head, lips curling up further, watching you look flustered as you try to explain what you think he meant without making a fool of yourself.

"Like... we have sex... since that’s your, uh, favorite sport?" You manage to say, voice a little higher pitched than normal. "You suggested doing your favorite sport together... And you said your favorite sport is sex..." You’re terrified of being wrong and making things awkward, but what could he possibly have meant instead?

Matt laughs, and you feel your heart drop to your ass. Were you wrong? Oh God, you were, weren’t you? You look at the floor wishing it’d swallow you whole—but before you can continue feeling mortified any further, Matt speaks.

"Yeah, that’s exactly what I meant."

You look up and before you can ask yourself if you were hallucinating, Chris walks into the kitchen, followed by Nick and Madison and their mutual friends and other guests, and the mood shifts completely—so did the conversation.

By the time the triplets decided to go home, your mind had drifted away from the conversation with Matt in Madison’s kitchen. Only when you were left alone in the living room of their place with Matt do you remember the thing he’d suggested earlier, Nick and Chris already in their respective rooms.

"So," Matt starts, stretching out his hand, as if silently asking you to take it. "Let’s exercise. Do my favorite sport." He teases, the yellow words on his shirt contrasting starkly from the black fabric.

He watches you look down at his hand and up at his face before looking down again, and before you can think twice, your hand is already in his. You let him guide you to his room, almost dazed as your mind runs a thousand miles per minute.

Everything is a lot different in his bedroom. Quieter. More intimate. The moment the door is closed behind you, your stomach flips at the cozy setting of Matt’s personal space. His scent is everywhere, something fresh and manly. The air is charged with tension, so thick it makes your body heat up.

Matt’s eyes find yours, dark and intense—more than you’ve ever seen them. His usually dead eyes are staring at you like you’re something delicious he’s about to devour. And you’re suddenly overwhelmed. In a good way. You’d never imagined a day like this would come, where your hot best friend would be looking at you this way.

It seriously messes with your brain, and you’re so sure your body is going into heat (if that was real for humans) the way your arousal is soaking through your panties and your pussy throbbing for him to just fuck and breed you already.

"You sure about this?" Matt asks, softly, despite the way his pupils are so dilated you almost think his eyes have changed colors for a moment. He’s such a sweet guy—always have been—but right now, you want nothing more than for him to use you. It’s probably the horniness talking, or maybe it’s just Matt.

Because you’d never let just any guy treat you like that.

Matt’s always an exception.

"Yeah," you breathe out, letting him guide you to his bed and push you gently onto it, following after you. His hands pry your legs apart so he can settle between them, letting you feel his hardness—the result of what you do to him—against your clothed cunt.

One of his arms is braced beside your head while the other cups your face softly, his lips meeting yours so gently at first that you can’t help the soft, needy noise that slips out of your mouth and into his. Matt’s lips curl slightly at the corners, a ghost of a smirk, at the sound you made.

He knows you want more—need more. And who is he to deprave you of his touch? His kiss gradually becomes more passionate, desperate almost. And he’s groaning into your mouth when you kiss him back with equal fervor, your fingers curling in the hair at his nape.

Neither of you notice his hips beginning to move between you, grinding his hard length against your pussy through your clothes like he’s a dog. You don’t care though, and instead of pushing him away, you pull him closer, legs spreading further open invitingly. Which makes him groan into your mouth, teeth nipping at your bottom lip before soothing it with his tongue.

When he finally pulls back for air, chest heaving above yours with ragged breaths, you see just how undone he looks. Hair messier, lips swollen and slick, cheeks flushed, eyes dark and staring at you like you’re the only thing that matters—but also like he’s hungry for you.

You feel a shiver run down your spine when his hand slides down from your face to your body, and you subconsciously arch into his touch. He just stares you over for a moment, drinking in the sight of you spread out on his bed. You look just like the you in his fantasies—Just a thousand times better.

Nothing compares to the real thing.

"Are you gonna keep staring at me like you’re in love with me or are you gonna fuck me already?" You snap him out of his trance like state, his lips immediately curling into a lazy grin as he laughs softly. It’s a sound you’ve heard so many times, but something about today seems to make your heart skip a beat.

"Of course, sweetheart," Matt murmurs, reaching into his jeans pocket to take out an extra large sized condom-

Pause.

Hold the fuck on. Rewind that shit because you’re sure you saw it wrong, right? Right???

XL size, it reads???

Are you reading it right or is he fucking huge???

Matt sees the shock on your face and can’t help but laugh, finding it hilarious that you’re so surprised by his size. Everything clicks into place, the jokes Chris makes that Matt never seems to really deny, the quiet confidence that screams big dick.

You watch, jaw slightly dropped, as Matt begins unbuckling his belt, opening his fly and pushing down his jeans and boxers to put on the condom. His length smacks against his stomach with a dull sound, heavy as it bobs back down, pointing right at you. Your mouth waters at the heftiness of his dick, already leaking precum like it’s eager to be inside you already.

Matt slips on the condom, his hand alone making you gulp down your saliva before you start drooling all over yourself. His veiny hand gives his thick meat—basically his third leg—a few tugs, before climbing off the bed to take off his jeans and boxers.

"Strip," he commands gruffly, watching as you obey. "Let me see how wet you are for me."

The confidence and the sheer cockiness behind his words would’ve made you cringe if it wasn’t for the fact that it’s Matt who’s saying those words, and all you want is for him to ruin you with that big dick hanging heavily between his legs.

When you’re finally stripped down to nothing but desire, your clothes and pride on the floor beside his bed, he climbes back onto the bed, it creaking softly under his weight as he settles between your legs once more. This time, there isn’t anything between you two—except for the condom.

"Y’gotta need to relax for me, ’kay? It’s gonna be so tight." Matt comments as he grips the base of his cock, guiding the tip towards your soaked entrance. He can see your folds literally glistening with your slick, proving just how turned on he managed to got you. "I’m gonna stretch you out s’good, sweetheart."

The contrast between the crude words and the soft endearment only adds to your need, making your hips roll against him as he swipes his condom-clad cockhead up and down your folds. You shift and pull your upper body up on your elbows, looking down at his intimidating length between your legs.

"Okay... I’m gonna go slow, okay?" Matt murmurs softly as he positions his tip against your entrance, nudging gently, making your breath catch. He’s true to his words, as he pushes in slowly, groaning at the way you’re stretching around him like a velvet vice. "Breathe through it... Good girl."

You try to breathe deeply, relaxing yourself as much as you can, and it helps, a little. The burn from how much he’s stretching you makes your vision blur, but you like it. It’s a good kind of pain.

You want him deeper—you want all of him.

Matt’s dick is only halfway in, his forehead dropping to your shoulder as he struggles to comprehend the pleasure of your tight pussy squeezing down on him like it’s already trying to suck him deeper. "Shit... you’re so tight..." He groans out, a low sound in his throat, as he props himself on his elbows, making you lay down from your half sitting position.

Your bottom lip gets caught between your teeth as he begins thrusting in and out languidly, going deeper with each thrust until he’s all up in your guts, tip pressing against your cervix. The fucker even went as far as grinding his hips against yours, stirring himself deep inside you and chuckling when you moan and clutch onto his arms.

"Yeah... So fucking deep, huh?" Matt taunts, hips moving in an unhurried pace, but still going as deep as he can. Your eyes water from the pleasure, jaw going slack, brows pinching together, as you hold onto his arms for dear life. Matt doesn’t even have to tell you to spread your legs wider, you do it without being hold.

But fuck, he’s getting close already.

Matt’s jaw ticks as he clenches his teeth, trying not to focus on his pleasure but on yours instead. He knows exactly what you like; he’s a fast learner. He can tell by the shift in your breath and the way you gasp and moan that he’s hitting all the right spots.

"Wrap those pretty legs around me, baby." He leans down to kiss you, swallowing your moans and whimpers, groaning into your mouth when you do as told and wrap your legs tightly around his waist. This allows him to go deeper, the angle getting even better. "Fuuck-- Good girl... Feels good, sweetheart?"

He knows just how good it must feel, but he asks anyway. His tone isn’t as mocking as before—like he genuinely wants to know if he’s making you feel good. It takes you a moment to respond, let alone understand his words, brain all fuzzy with pleasure.

"Mmhn—Y-yeah, yeah—ahn—feels s’good... You’re so good--" You manage to say through soft moans, your pussy clenching around him more when he looks into your eyes. The way he’s looking at you, all intense and hungry, as he fucking destroys your pussy, seems to make you feel even more pleasure.

Pleasure is evident on his face, his lips slick with how much he’s wetted them, chain glistening against his skin from the thin sheen of sweat covering his body. Shifting slightly, his left hand gently cups the top of your head, almost cradling it as he begins moving faster.

The sudden shift in pace makes you choke out slightly louder and more desperate moans. Your eyes widen in pleasure, nails digging into the skin of his back as you try to hold onto anything to ground yourself from the intense pleasure. Though the sting only seems to make Matt move faster, pain mixed with pleasure creating an intoxicating sensation for him.

His free hand reaches down and finds your clit deftly, rubbing the sensitive, swollen nub in quick swipes. He stares down at where you’re connected, abs clenching at the sight of his big dick slipping in and out of your pussy, reemerging so slick with your arousal it glistens in the dim light.

You crane your neck to watch it too, your pussy tightening slightly around his pistoning shaft when you see him pounding into you, so big and hefty, making you feel so good. Your head falls back against the pillow when he hits a particularly good spot, making you choke on a moan. "O-oh my God--"

Matt seems to know exactly which spot made you moan like that, hitting it with such precision it has your eyes almost crossing and rolling back involuntarily. He knows exactly what he’s doing and you know you’re going to have the most mind-blowing orgasm of your life.

Then you begin to feel it, that feeling deep in your core, making you muscles flutter around his length—and Matt feels it too. It makes his male pride skyrocket, proving to himself yet again that he’s just naturally good at this and he’s finally proving it to you, too.

"Can feel you squeezing me... You close?" Matt pants softly, his piercing gaze boring holes into your soul—or so it feels like. "C’mon, baby—mmhn—don’t fucking hold out on me... Cum on my dick and show me how good I’m making you feel, yeah?"

His words are enough to tip you over the edge, his voice making that taut feeling in your gut become unbearable. Then, as fast as you began feeling the coils curling in your tummy, it explodes, white-hot pleasure making your breath hitch and moans turn into desperate mewls.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck-- i’m cumming-!" You hiccup, your back arching as Matt fucks you through your orgasm, slowing down just enough that it’s not too overwhelming. He whispers soothing words in your ear, thumb gentler against your clit, helping you come down from the earth-shattering orgasm he’d given you.

By the time you come down from your high, you can barely think straight, but you know he’s not done with you yet—judging by the way he’s still rock hard inside you, throbbing inside the condom, balls heavy against your ass.

And you realize one thing.

He doesn’t wear shirts like this for show.

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