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bluestriips · 4 months ago

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“using her like a fleshlight” PLSPLSPLSPLSPLSPLSPLSPLSPLSPLSPLSPLSPLSPLSPLSPLSPLS

⎯⎯⎯⎯ the story that made mai’s brain go absolutely dumb and her pants vanished (mai told me to name it like this and i'm just obeying) . . .

the forest unfurls like a lover’s secret: tall pines stretching toward a sky bruised with gold, their needles carpeting the earth in a soft, fragrant bed. a breeze weaves through, heavy with the scent of sap and the distant murmur of lake water kissing stone.

matthew strides ahead, a figure carved from shadow and sinew, his flannel fluttering open over a black shirt that clings to the lean planes of his chest, jeans molding to his thighs with every step. over his shoulder, a blanket hangs, threadbare and worn, while his other hand clutches a wicker basket, its contents a promise of sustenance.

y/n follows, her sundress a whisper of white against the wild, with its tiny yellow flowers blooming across the fabric, hem skimming her thighs, hair cascading free to dance with the wind. her laughter spills bright into the stillness, a tease laced with challenge: “you’re gonna get us lost, nature boy?”

he turns, a smirk tugging the corner of his mouth, blue eyes glinting like shards of ice caught in sunlight. “nah, i know this spot like my own pulse,” he replies, voice a low growl that hums through the trees, guiding her to a clearing where the lake gleams—a mirror of liquid sapphire framed by wildflowers swaying in quiet reverence.

he spreads the blanket beneath an oak, its gnarled branches a canopy overhead, and the basket yields its treasures—crust-cut sandwiches, clusters of grapes glistening like jewels, a thermos of iced tea sweating in the heat. they settle, bodies close, knees brushing with an intimacy that feels both accidental and inevitable, the world shrinking to the space between them.

she plucks a grape, rolling it between her fingers, her gaze drifting to the water’s edge. “you ever think ‘bout running away?” she asks, voice soft as a confession, the words hanging fragile in the air.

he reclines on his elbows, shirt stretching taut across his chest, watching her with an intensity that borders on reverence. “all the damn time... somewhere quiet, no bullshit. you?” his tone is rough, unguarded, a crack in the armor he wears so well.

she nods, a slow dip of her chin, eyes tracing the horizon. “yeah... somewhere i don’t gotta pretend,” she murmurs, and the weight of it settles between them—a shared ache, raw and tender.

the moment shifts, deepens, a current pulling them under. “m’tired of fakin’ it,” he admits, voice a gravelly whisper, his gaze locking with hers, blue depths swirling with something unguarded, almost fragile. “actin’ like i don’t feel shit when i do—‘specially ‘round ya.”

her breath snags, a sharp intake, and she moves—instinctive, fluid—climbing into his lap, knees sinking into the blanket on either side of his thighs, hands pressing against the firm expanse of his chest. “you don’t gotta fake with me, y’know that, right?” she says, voice steady but laced with a quiet plea, and he nods, a flicker of vulnerability softening his edges.

their lips meet in a slow, deliberate kiss, a brush of warmth that ignites into something deeper.

“y’too good for me,” he murmurs against her mouth, hands finding her hips, fingers splaying wide to anchor her there, the lake a silent witness beyond them.

she smiles softly, kissing him again, lips parting to taste the faint sweetness of tea on his tongue, and the air thickens, charged with a heat that simmers beneath their skin. her dress rides up, fabric bunching at her waist as she shifts, pressing herself against the hard ridge of his thigh, a spark of friction igniting a low, pulsing need within her.

“matt—” she gasps, voice trembling as she rocks against him, deliberate and slow, the pressure stoking a fire that licks through her core. his grip tightens, flexing his leg beneath her, a playful edge curling his lips.

“you gettin’ off on me already, huh?” he teases, voice a rough whisper that coils around her, hands guiding her hips with a rhythm both firm and taunting, urging her to chase the sensation. her panties cling to her, damp and warm against his jeans, and she moves harder, breath hitching, a soft moan slipping free to mingle with the rustle of leaves and the distant call of a bird.

“you’re—shit—too smug,” she pants, nails biting into his shoulders through the flannel, the fabric rough against her palms as she grinds, the forest swallowing her sounds in its vast embrace.

he lets out a low, wicked laugh, a sound that vibrates through her, his eyes darkening with a hunger that mirrors her own. “you love it, look at ya, ridin’ my fuckin’ thigh like you’re starved,” he taunts, watching her unravel, the flush painting her cheeks, the way her body trembles with each roll of her hips against him.

the tension snaps, playful turning primal. “you gonna tease or help?” she snaps, breathless, her voice a jagged edge of need, and his smirk fades into something fiercer, more intent.

“gonna use ya right here, with this fuckin’ gorgeous view,” he growls, voice fraying with desire as he shifts, hands sliding beneath her thighs, lifting her with an ease that steals her breath. the dress pools higher, baring her entirely, and he tugs his jeans down just enough, his cock springing free, thick and rigid, the tip glistening as he positions her above him, her slickness dripping in anticipation.

he lowers her, slow at first, teasing, then fast, impaling her with a single, deep thrust that fills her to the hilt, her cry “matt—fuck!” ringing sharp and unrestrained through the trees. his hands grip her ass, fingers bruising as he lifts and drops her, using her like a fleshlight, her cunt clenching tight around him, wet and hot, the sound of their joining a rhythmic slap that echoes against the lake’s serene surface.

“shit, y’so tight,” he groans, voice splintering, thrusting up to meet her descent, her breasts bouncing beneath the thin fabric, the woodland blurring into a tapestry of green and gold around their frenzy.

“you’re gonna kill me,” she gasps, head tipping back, catching glimpses of the lake’s shimmer, the trees swaying as if in approval, her body a live wire strung taut under his control.

he grins, playful yet feral, teeth flashing in the dappled light. “good—cum f’me then, out here where no one’ll hear,” he urges, voice a dark promise, and he drives her harder until she breaks, a sharp, “oh fuck!” tearing from her throat as she cums, pulsing hot and wet around him, soaking his lap in a flood of release.

he follows, groaning deep, “fuuuuck, y’perfect” spilling inside her, thick and scalding, hips jerking erratic as he empties himself, the forest bearing witness to their collapse.

she slumps against him, breathless, sticky with sweat and their mingled heat, the blanket a crumpled ruin beneath them. “you fuckin’ animal,” she laughs, weak and sated, pressing a kiss to his jaw, her lips trembling against his skin. he smirks, lazy now, voice a warm rasp.

“y’love this animal, don’t ya?”

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