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may I suggest gorlie sucking Matty's cock for the first time? not the first time with him, but in general. that she doesn't know what to do with her mouth and her hands and he guides her and then she just fits so well to him <3

I hope you have a great day, I love you!

i love you ty! 18+mdni

his hands are warm and greedy, tugging at your hips like he can't get you close enough. you've been on him for ages now, making out like you’re trying to fuse at the mouth, and it’s got you both flushed stupid and slick with sweat. your thighs ache from the constant grind down against his lap, not that you’re stopping though.

"fuckin’ hell," he breathes, dragging his mouth down your jaw, teeth catching just beneath your ear. "you’re so hot like this, darlin’. you don’t even fuckin’ know."

you laugh, breathless, a little dizzy with it all. your fingers twist into the back of his shirt as you kiss your way along the edge of his throat. he groans, full-bodied and helpless, when you shift your hips againc a little harder this time.

"jesus christ," he hisses, head tipping back against the cushion. one hand slides up the back of your shirt, palm splayed over your spine like he’s trying to anchor himself. "y‘having fun, love?"

"mhm, veryyy," you hum, lips dragging along the curve of his neck.

he scoffs, "yeah? s’it fun fuckin’ rubbing off on my lap?"

you don’t answer. you roll your hips again, slow and purposeful, and his breath stutters right out of him.

"oh, fuck me."

his fingers tighten at your waist, digging in like he’s trying not to lose the plot altogether. he looks wrecked, hair a mess, lips red, pupils huge and glassy.

you lean back a bit just to look at him, palms dragging up his chest, and he stares like you’re something unreal.

"look at you," he mutters, eyes flicking down to where your thighs are bracketed tight around him. "so gorgeous like this.“

you kiss him again until your lungs burn and you pull back with a gasp, panting against his cheek. he laughs, a little wrecked thing under his breath, hands moving restlessly along your back.

you’re soaked, and it’s starting to border on unbearable. every drag of your hips sends sparks licking up your spine, every groan that slips out of him makes it worse.

and god. you love him like this. wrecked because of you. chest rising fast, mouth parted, eyes fluttering when you press your lips to his throat again and suck soft. he swears under his breath, hips jerking up helplessly, and something twists low in your belly, hot and urgent.

your mouth brushes his ear, "can i suck you off?"

he stills. then breathes in like he's trying not to explode.

"yeah?" he says, voice gone thick and ruined. his hands ease up, smoothing down the backs of your thighs. "you want that, darling?"

you nod, teeth dragging across your bottom lip, and he lets out a rough little noise that shoots straight through you. you’re burning and you like the way he’s looking at you now.

"but, uhm, you know i’ve never-“ you start, voice catching, and he’s already nodding.

"i know. 's alright." his thumb strokes across your jaw, featherlight. "i’ll show you. don’t have to do anything you don’t want, yeah? just let me talk you through it."

you nod again, slower this time. something about the way he says it settles the buzz in your chest. he leans up and kisses you, soft and warm and lingering, his hand cradling your cheek like he’s holding something fragile.

then, before you can move, he taps your thigh twice.

"wait there a sec."

you shift off his lap, legs shaky, and before you can so much as drop to your knees, he’s already leaned forward, grabs one of the throw pillows off the couch and drops it to the floor in front of him. pats it like he’s proud of himself.

"there. don’t want you hurtin’ your knees, do we?"

you laugh, half breathless, half in love with him.

"thank you," you murmur, sinking down onto it anyway.

"course, baby."

your hands find their home on his thighs, rubbing up and down, like you do when you’re trying to ground yourself.

your fingers twitch where they hover near the button of his jeans. heart hammering. your mouth’s gone dry, which is stupid, considering what you’re about to do.

you want it, god, you want it, but you want to get it right, too. want to make him feel good, want to make him fall apart. your fingers are shaking and matty notices.

"hey." his voice cuts through gently, "love. look at me."

you blink up at him, a little startled, and he’s already leaning forward, elbow braced on one knee. his hand comes down slow, thumb brushing over the back of your wrist.

"you’re alright. just me, yeah? no pressure."

you nod, breathing deep, and he gives you a smile. he’d lie back and let you do anything in the world if it meant you'd keep looking at him like this.

"s’just me," he repeats, "and you’re already makin’ me feel so fuckin' good, love, just bein’ here like this."

you nod again, a little steadier this time, and your hands move up to his waistband, fingers shaking still, but less than before. you undo his button with a quiet little click, then the zip, and he lifts his hips to help you ease them down.

he’s already hard, straining against his boxers, and the sight makes something low in your belly flip over. you press your thighs together, breath catching.

“see? this is what you do to me, darling,” he says as he helps you to remove his jeans.

you lean forward to kiss his thighs and you end up biting him lightly which makes him hiss.

you’re staring, probably too long, and matty clocks it, shifts a little on the couch, legs spreading wider.

“angel," he murmurs, "you can do whatever you want to me.”

you nod, too quickly, and your fingers twitch again like you’re not sure where to start.

"can touch me, if you want. get a feel first."

even though you’ve done this hundreds of times, you do. your hand moves to the shape of him through his boxers, his cock stiff and twitching slightly under your palm. you give a light stroke, barely any pressure, and his head tips back instantly.

"s’ perfect."

he bites his lip hard enough to go white at the edges, eyes squeezing shut, hips shifting up just the tiniest bit.

"you’re alright," he breathes out.

you press down a bit more confidently, stroke him slower, and he groans head rolling back against the cushion.

"gonna kill me, darling," he mutters, a shaky little laugh caught in his throat. "and you still look so innocent.”

you smile a little, nerves starting to settle under the heat.

and then you hook your fingers into the waistband of his boxers, tug slow, watching his eyes flick open just to meet yours. he’s pink-cheeked and glassy-eyed, lips bitten raw.

he lifts his hips wordlessly, lets you pull them down past his thighs, and his cock bobs free, flushed and leaking, heavy against his stomach. you stare for a second, swallowing hard, and he watches you just as closely.

"don’t worry, darling.”

you nod. your mouth’s gone dry again.

"yeah," you say, finally. "i just… want to do it right."

his face softens again,” you will. i’ll tell you everything, love. every little thing. c’mere, touch me like this a bit longer,” matty’s hand curls gently around yours, guiding your fingers to wrap around him, “that’s it.”

he tilts his hips, the weight of him heavy in your hand.

you move your hand up and down, watching his face, his eyes flutter close briefly, his hips twitch.

you begin to use both hands, one at the base, one near the top and you twist gently when you go up, making him groan.

"christ, love.”

your confidence builds with every sound he makes.

you twist your wrist slightly, slide your palm over the slick head, he bucks just a little, clenching his jaw.

you move your head closer, wanting to get your mouth on him but you wait until he says something, just a small direction.

"lick the tip, love," he begins, "don’t take it into your mouth yet, just have a little taste.”

you oblige instantly, letting your tongue flick out shyly against the head, in response matty groans so deep it makes you clench your thighs together tighter.

“fuuuckin’ hell,” he breathes, head falling back against the couch again. “yeah. just like that. gentle.”

you do it again, this time slower, flattening your tongue against the head, tasting the salty precum as you swirl it around. it all feels so filthy.

"christ, you're good at this already.”

you look up at him through your lashes, cheeks flushed, spit shining at the corner of your mouth.

"can i-" you ask, voice a little shaky.

matty’s eyes flutter, jaw tight like he’s barely keeping it together.

"yeah. yeah, baby. just- only the tip for now. don’t need to rush. you’re doin’ perfect."

you nod and lean in again, lips parting around the head of him, just barely, and the groan he lets out is immediate. deep in his chest, like it knocks the wind out of him.

"that’s it," he whispers. one hand lifts to brush your hair off your face, thumb smoothing over your temple. “just let me feel your mouth a little. go slow.”

you hollow your cheeks just the tiniest bit, tongue soft underneath, and he gasps, high and helpless, hips rocking up before he catches himself.

"sorry, sorry," he pants, hand tightening in your hair. "i’ll behave. promise. just- fuck, baby, feels unreal. so warm."

you hum around him and he actually whimpers.

“fuckin’ christ. you absolutely sure you’ve never done that?” he chuckles.

your hand twitches against his thigh.

"use that hand, darling," he coaxed. "stroke what you can't fit. that’s it. just like that."

once again, you obey him, your hand working in rhythm with your mouth, hollowing your cheeks just like he told you.

"perfect.”

"you’re making me feel so good, love."

"such a sweet mouth on you, you were made for this, weren't you?"

his hips start moving just a little, it is insane how much just seeing you, is driving him wild.

"tell me if it's too much, love.“

you pull off for a second to catch your breath, hand still working him slow and steady, and glance up at him. he looks wrecked. jaw tight, lips red, chest rising fast under the mess of his shirt.

“you can try to take more f’ you want,” he breathes. “just go slow. don’t force it, alright? let your mouth get used to it. i’ll tell you if it’s too much.”

you nod and lean back in, taking him deeper this time, just a little and he groans.

"fuckin’-jesus, baby, that’s it. yeah. just like that."

your hand keeps stroking where your mouth leaves off, the head dragging past your tongue with each movement, and he’s all shaky breath and quiet swearing above you now, one hand gripping the couch, the other just holding your hair.

"don’t need to go any deeper if you can’t, yeah?" he pants, "you’ve already got me right on the fuckin’ edge, swear to god."

you moan around him, spit dribbling from the corner of your mouth, and he twitches hard in your hand.

"shit - fuckin' careful with that, baby," he huffs, voice cracking now. "you’ll make me come if you keep makin’ sounds like that."

your hand twists at the base, matching the rhythm of your mouth. and when you glance up again, past the flushed curve of his stomach and the tremble in his thighs, matty’s already watching you.

"jesus christ, baby, look at you," he breathes, jaw slack, hips jerking the tiniest bit before he reins himself back in. "look at you. fuckin’, you’re unreal."

you keep eye contact when you take him a little deeper, lips stretched, tongue flat underneath, and he groans like it physically hurts.

"oh, fuck, that’s it, eyes on me, yeah? you keep lookin’ at me.”

your cheeks hollow around him as you suck, tighter now, and twist your wrist at the base just like he told you and he gasps.

"fuckin’ hell, that’s perfect. that’s it, baby. just like that."

you take him deeper again, greedy now, and feel the thick press of him against the back of your throat, your eyes sting instantly, watering at the corners, but you try not to pull back yet. just want to feel him there. want to give him everything.

"oh my, fuck, tryin’ so hard for me. you’re perfect. doin’ so fuckin’ good."

your throat tightens around him and he curses under his breath again, thighs tense like he’s on the verge of coming right then and there.

"alright, alright, easy, love. you can pull back if you need to, yeah?"

you do, just a little, dragging your mouth up slow, strings of spit stretching between your lips and his cock. your eyes are wet, cheeks flushed, mouth swollen and slick and matty looks at you like he’s seeing a miracle.

"can’t believe i’ve got such a perfect girl," he murmurs, thumb brushing your cheekbone, "fuckin’ angel.“

you blink up at him and try to give him a small smile with your mouth still full of him.

your throat tightens when you hit that point again, the stretch dizzying, your jaw aching already, but fuck, it’s worth it.

he moans like you’ve just shattered him in two.

"oh, fuck, baby- fuckin’ hell," he gasps, "that’s it, that’s it, you’re takin’ me so well, holy fuck."

you hum around him, needy, almost proud and it pulls another broken sound out of his chest. you start to build a rhythm, and it’s obscene, the way he reacts. his thighs tense, his breath staggers, and he keeps whispering fuck, like it’s the only word he remembers.

"jesus christ, you're - fuck, sweetheart. your mouth’s unreal. like it was made for this. you fit so well.”

you moan again and the sound vibrates around him, you feel it in your jaw, and you feel him react to it, too. a harsh little noise from deep in his throat, and then his grip tightens just slightly in your hair.

"that - fuckin’ hell, do that again," he chokes out, "make that sound, yeah? wanna feel it."

you do. you moan around him again, louder this time, more on purpose, and he nearly loses it, head tipping back, knuckles white where he grips the edge of the cushion.

you pull off just a little to catch your breath, then take him back down faster, more confident now, more desperate, spit dripping messily down your hand and his cock, glistening in the low light. your cheeks burn, eyes still wet, but you don't stop.

you’re shaking a bit now, but it’s not nerves anymore, it’s need. determination. you want him like this, moaning and breathless and falling apart under your mouth.

his hips roll up just the tiniest bit, controlled, careful and he groans, hand tightening again in your hair, guiding you now.

"that’s it, darling," he breathes, voice hoarse, "let me fuck your mouth a bit, yeah? just a little. you’re doin’ so good. so fuckin’ good for me."

you nod as much as you can around him, letting him take, letting him guide and the groan he gives in return could bring the ceiling down.

"fuck, love - god - you keep goin’ like this, i won’t last long."

you moan around him again, hand twisting faster now, your tongue pressed flat beneath him as he moves into your mouth in slow, shallow thrusts.

“look at you. fuckin’ takin’ it. you’re a dream, love. i can’t believe this. can’t believe i get to feel this. feel you."

spit is dribbling warm down your chin. and you’re so close to taking all of him you can feel it. the stretch at the back of your throat, the burn in your jaw, the way your throat wants to close around him every time he twitches deeper.

matty’s gasping now, every breath short and shaky, little curses tumbling out between groans. you take him deeper, push yourself just that bit further, and he lets out a choked, half-shattered moan.

"oh my god, love- fuck, almost, i’m right there."

his hips jerk just slightly, involuntary, and then his voice cracks.

“d-darlin’, i’m - fuck, i’m really close. you should let me-“

you don’t. you shake your head, eyes flicking up to meet his just as your mouth sinks deeper around him. your throat tightens, tears prick again at the corners of your eyes, and still you take it. all warmth and spit and want.

his eyes blow wide when he realises. his whole body locks up.

"jesus christ, want me to come in your mouth?”

you moan around him, needy and low, and it rips a sound from him that’s nearly a sob.

that’s it.

he groans, a sound ripped from somewhere deep in his chest. his head tips back, lips parted, eyes screwed shut.

"oh, fuck - fuckin’ hell, sweetheart, m’gonna come-“

you feel it the second it happens. the pulse of him in your mouth, his whole body locking up as he groans through it. the first spurt hits your tongue and you don’t even flinch, just keep sucking, keep stroking him through it, determined not to let a drop go to waste.

he’s gasping now, hips twitching, voice all cracked and frantic.

"fuck.”

you hold him there, let him ride it out, let him fuck himself through the aftershocks into your mouth, licking and sucking him clean even as your throat works around the weight of him.

when it’s done, when he’s spent and shaking and sagging back into the couch like his bones have melted, you swallow and then pull off.

your cheeks are flushed, chin wet, chest rising fast, but you look up at him, proud and dazed, and he’s already staring down at you like he might never recover.

"christ. christ, darling. what the fuck."

his hand brushes your hair back from your face, shaking a little at the edges. you rest your chin on his thigh, still catching your breath, and he leans forward to press a kiss to your temple like you just gave him something sacred.

"you were so good for me," he murmurs, lips brushing your skin. "so fuckin’ good. took me like a fuckin’ dream, didn’t you?"

you nod, dazed, and he laughs.

"got no idea what you just did to me, do you?"

you grin against his leg, "maybe a little."

he strokes your jaw with the backs of his fingers, still looking at you like you hung the moon.

"come up here," he says, hand reaching down to coax you gently by the wrist. “c’mere, love.”

you crawl up slow, legs a bit shaky, still flushed from the heat of it all. he tugs you straight into his lap, doesn’t even give you a chance to get settled properly, just wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you in closez

his mouth finds yours. his hand cups your jaw, thumb stroking under your cheekbone.

"you were-“ he breaks the kiss to breathe, forehead resting against yours, eyes half-lidded and adoring, "you were perfect."

you blush, try to duck your face down, but he catches your chin and lifts your gaze right back up.

"nah, don’t do that. don’t hide from me now. don’t even know what you were worried about.”"

you shake your head, biting back a little laugh, and he just grins full of pride.

"my perfect girl," he murmurs, lips brushing your temple.

his hands rub lazy little circles along your thighs.

"never gonna forget it. mouth all pretty, lookin’ up at me like that, that was a sight.”

“jesus,” you groan, turning a bit shy.

"what? can’t i admire my girls hidden talent?"

you murmur something against his neck and he hums in reply, nosing at your hair.

"m’not lettin’ you go for a bit, alright?"

you nod, arms winding around his middle as he tucks you close, both of you sinking into the couch, sticky and tangled and glowing with it.

"good," he murmurs. "just sit here a minute. let me hold you."

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