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𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐒 | 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐓 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐎

summary: you and matt are very good friends. but, his biggest problem is having such a protective side to him when it comes to you, almost treating you like his little sister. jealousy arises after he hears your going to a party.

mentions & warning: soft dom!matt x fem reader, hella praising, marijuana, fingering & sex, daddy kink, hickies, choking etc, shiiii i gtg, (simp matt ngl so lil fluff)

(my first ever smut im posting, finally takin out of the drafts help)

-5858 words

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“yea.. i’m not fucking going.” matt huffs, his legs man spread on the fluffed up couch. chris mentally pulls his hair out at how annoying his stubborn brother was being right in front of him. he hated how much matt never would go out, and just be a hermit crab at home.

“bro, fuck you.” chris whines, “you ain’t fun.”

matt doesn’t even budge— he wasn’t going to give in on chris’ tricks. he always does this to him, trying to shit on matt and say things that think that would hurt him. yet, matt couldn’t care less at anything his brother threw at him.

“fine, i honestly don’t really care anymore. nick, y/n, and i are going to be just fine without you.”

that’s when matt’s gaze broke off from his phone and straight up to chris. his eyebrows furrowed as he quickly turns his phone off, pressing it down on his lap.

“y/n is going with you and nick?” matt asks.

the thing was, chris didn’t even say that to try to make matt come. he was just blabbering and.. it was true, you were coming with them. “ya?” chris replies.

matt brushes his hands through his brown curly locks as he tries to fight the urge to not go to the party with them all of sudden. he so badly wanted to just stay home, order in food, and play video games alone all night. but how could he do that when you would be out at the party?

unsupervised. anyone could be watching you talking with you, flirting with you, dancing up on you, he clenches his fist into the blanket, his knuckles going white. he was getting angry just fucking thinking about that.

“you know, i think imma come.” matt blurted, “it’s time i come to a party. don’t know the last time i been to one.” that’s when chris yelps out and jumps up like a child. matt begins to get second embarrassment from his brother and rolls his eyes at his immaturity.

“shut the fuck up before i change my mind.” matt says, chris stops jumping and gives him a pouty face.

—that night, at the party

chris, nick, and matt all wait for your uber to get to the party. all of them patiently waiting on their phones, except for matt. he has his hands in his jean pockets and his car keys dangling attached to the right side of them. his eyes looking out for a sign of an uber.

your uber finally drops you off by the sidewalk, you thank the driver before walking out. matt gulps as he catches you see them at the front of the crib. you wave to them and chris and nick wave back, matt being incredibly late to join with them.

he tried. he tried so fucking hard to block out the thoughts he was having of you. but, he just couldn’t. especially when you were looking like that.

you were wearing a short skirt, your thighs showing the perfect amount for him to wonder what color thong you were wearing right above them. your tight tanktop, with the words slut for coffee printed across your chest.

he couldn’t help but look up your thighs, making his way to read the words on your shirt. you catch him staring but you assume he is just trying to read what type of graphic shirt you decided to wear that day.

you make your way towards the triplets, pulling them all in a singular hug. “thank you guys for getting me an uber.” you exclaim. they all pull back, “uh we can’t take the credit, it was matt who paid for it.” nick says.

you snap your head away from nick, to matt. you look up at him with eyes filled with gratitude and flash him a smile. “aw, matty? you bought it for me?” you say. matt closes his eyes, his little eye wrinkles showing. he shrugs his shoulders at you.

“mhm.” he says to you. you give him a personal hug, pulling him into your embrace. he chokes up, a delayed reaction to wrap his hands around you like you were freely doing to him.

he felt your boobs press against his middle half, as he coughed a little from not suspecting it at all. his face starting to feel hot and red as you pressed him harder against you, innocently smiling into his cologne infused black shirt.

“a-alright, alright— let’s go in already.” matt says as he pats your back awkwardly. that made you push yourself off him and end the hug. you all walk in together just catching up and then finally opening the door. music vibrating throughout the whole house, at least it was good music though. whoever was on aux, needed head you thought to yourself.

chris’ friends didn’t even hesitate to try and shove cups of who knows what in your faces. of course, chris took it and gulped it in one go. nick stook his hand out, shaking his head signaling he wasn’t really in the mood to drink.

matt did nothing but look to the side of you, waiting to see what you would do. you shrug your shoulders at him when you catch him staring down at you. you smile as you make eye contact and reach for the cup.

that’s when matt tells them ‘no thanks’ for him and chris’ friends walk away, nick and chris trailing right behind them making their way to the kitchen.

you are about to put the cup to your lips, when matt pulls the cup out of your grip. you open your mouth, giving him a rude stare. “what the fuck?”

matt now has the solo cup behind his back, not letting you even think to snatch it back from him. “you’re not drinking this, y/n.” he snaps, “who knows what they put in it. what if they drugged it, hmm?” that’s when you roll your eyes at him, trying to reach from behind his back.

he smirks at you, finding amusement in taunting you with this drink. he knows he wouldn’t let you have in, but you set your damn mind on getting that cup of alcohol and mixed juice back. “give it back!” you say, he keeps slowly bringing it towards you as if you were a dog trying to get a chew toy.

“huh, you want it?” he teases. you stop trying to steal it back, growing genuinely annoyed with him.

he quickly notices, and his smirk erases from his face and it goes to a softer expression.

“hey, i’m sorry. here.” he grabs the cup from behind his back and brings it to his lips, taking a sip as if he was sacrificing himself for you. he gulps, his eyes shutting as he feels the burning sensation run down his throat. he only took a small sip, before handing it back to you. “needed to make sure it was okay.”

you take the cup from him, taking a sip. you almost gag at how bad this random concoction was. “this tastes horrible.” you spat, he giggles at your gross expressions.

matt was honestly glad you didn’t like it. he didn’t want you to down the drink, because he knew that lights a fire in you to go for another drink, which leads to another and another.

“you want to try this one? swear it tastes good. vodka cranberry.” a mans voice spoke from behind, causing matt to snap his body towards him. he was clearly watching the whole thing go down between you and matt and that was his queue to make a move on you. his cup was glass, the visible bubbly red drink out in front of you.

he was attractive.. tall, brown hair, brown eyes. no tattoos though, which you wish he did because man, did you adore tattoos. your eyes scan the random boy, then straight to matt. your eyes going straight to look at his left arm, filled with all sorts of tattoos. even though matt was your friend, you knew he was attractive as fuck. he was just your type honestly. but, you always kept that to yourself.

before you even had the chance to reply back, matt steps in front of you hiding you from the him. he pushes the drink back towards his chest, “ya, she’s not taking that.” matt huffs.

the boy puts his hands up signaling he causes no harm or trouble. “hey that’s fine. i get it.” he says, “dance with me though?” he moves himself so he can see you again and ruin matt’s plan of hiding you behind him.

you couldn’t help but nod your head and giggle at the boy. he brings his hand out to you, and you put your hand on top of his. you both walk away into the living room while one of your favorite songs start to play.

matt has his hands to his side, just watching you guys walk away from him. why did he feel hurt? well, he knew why but he hated how you didn’t care to stay back with him. if only you knew he went to this stupid ass party just because he heard your name fall out of chris’ lips. if only you knew how much effect you had over him.

matt stops the drowning of thoughts in his head, following you and the boy to the living room. you don’t notice because you’re so into what the boy was doing— swaying your hips side to side as you both smile at each other.

matt just sits on the couch in the corner, his arms crossed with a straight face. he bites his lip as he catches the boy’s hand snake down your waist. he constantly keeps readjusting himself on the couch, trying to get comfortable but it was impossible.

he was raging with jealousy. all he wanted to do was get up from this couch, push the shit out of this loser and make you dance with him instead.

he wanted his hands rubbing on your hips, your arms wrapped around his neck. he wanted to pull you in slowly as you make eye contact. before you both close them gently as he kisses you. how badly he wanted to slip his tongue in your mouth and hearing you moan as he does it.

he couldn’t handle watching this anymore, seeing both of your lips move talking to each other. what the fuck were you guys even talking about? —he thought to himself.

he rolls his eyes, getting up from the couch and going outside. he was happy he brought a joint with him. he takes it out of his pocket, putting it in between his fingers and lighting it up. he was grateful that no one was outside, and if they were— they were all the way far out passed out already.

matt was out there for quite awhile, trying to enjoy every bit of this joint and inhaling it like it was the only way to stay alive. he got half way through his joint, when you suddenly were looking around wondering where he went. the random boys hands still rubbing all over your waist. you pull back, telling him you had to go to the bathroom— the most classic runaway excuse.

you walk around the house, constantly pushing into sweaty bodies. that’s when you see through the kitchen window matt sitting on the outside couch with smoke coming out of his mouth. you walk outside, sober because all you had was one fucking sip of that horrid drink.

“matty?” you say. he snaps his head to turn around, shifting his gaze off the full moon and towards your face. he noticed how the brightness from the moon lit up your face so perfectly, almost sparkling every move you made coming closer to him.

he didn’t respond though, pulling his head back to stare at the sky as he took another hit of the joint. “matthew.” you repeat yourself, now stopping with the nicknames.

“now you want to pay attention to me.” he says, laced with attitude. you sit down next to him, your guy’s legs both spread out on the couch as he moves down just a tad so you have more room next to him.

“nuh uh. stop it matt” you reply, taking your hands out towards him so you can take the joint from him. he doesn’t give it to you, instead he keeps it between his two fingers and brings it up against your lips instead. you lift your head up a little to get better access and you suck in taking a big puff. “fuck i needed this. alcohol is overrated honestly.”

the thing with you is, you got high pretty quick. same with matt, but he didn’t care. he loved the feeling so he always kept going.

the joint now barely there as you guys both take your last hits. “want the roach?” he asks, turning his face to look at you. thats when you notice how fucking red his eyes are. and you assume your eyes are just as bloodshot.

you only have smoked with matt a couple of times, but it was in groups with other people. it was different when smoking with someone one on one. the conversations were more meaningful, more intimate. everything was more intimate when you came to think of it.

“no, you can have it.” you reply, “im too high right now my god.” you guys both laugh at how baked you got, but you both enjoyed it.

while everyone was getting shit faced with alcohol, you guys were chilling in the backyard with just the faint music from inside and the pool fountain running as white noise.

he finishes it, throwing it on the grass before he puts his hands behind his head laying down on the couch next to you. your legs were lightly brushing on one another due to the couch not being the biggest. but, matt absolutely loved the physical touch. even if it was just a smidge of it. he craved it so badly.

however the one reason why you never liked smoking with the opposite sex alone started to come up for air and you realized again.. it made you insanely horny. always.

because the way matts arms with his veins popping out throughout started to kill you and it made you bite your lip without you even realizing. “so why’d you leave that guy alone?” his voice was low and raspy, and you swallowed trying to contain yourself.

you squeezed your legs together. matt instantly realized but he thought you were just chilly from the constant breeze of wind ever so often.

“well i started thinking about where you went off to.” you reply. matt’s heart started to beat rapidly. was it hot outside? no. he was just getting too warm for his liking now knowing you were thinking about him. that he was the reason why you left that fucking dude behind.

“thinking about me?” he mumbles.

god, you couldn’t handle this. his voice was so raspy and husk. what was going on with you? you started to slowly realize that you shouldn’t have smoked with your best friend alone. “mhm” was all you were able to say.

his eyebrows knit together, as he turns his head to look at you. he brings his hand up and hold your face from under your jaw so you’re looking at him. “what..?” you ask.

“no nothing. was seeing if you’re acting sus because you’re high as fuck or something else is bothering you.” that caused your face to blush up, trying to look away from him. he still had control of your face, turning it back towards him.

“hey hey stop that. what are you doing?” he asks.

“i’m doing nothing. i-i uh, ya i just am really high not going to lie.” you laugh, he giggles with you.

“me too.” he replies. he lifts his head up just enough to look down at your skirt, as he tugs it. “geez, how are you not frozen right now wearing this?”

he tugs it a little too rough towards him, causing your skirt to fly up just enough for your red thong to be exposed. you push it down quickly, hoping he didn’t see it. but, of course he did.

“i didn’t mean for that to happen, i’m sorry.” he says with truth in his voice. you know he didn’t, but it was kind of hot.

“it’s fine matt. it’s just my red thong.” you say, lifting your skirt back up for your entire thong to show. you would never have the confidence to do that if you hadn’t smoked. it turned you into a whole different person. a person that deep down you always wanted to show. you were less anxious.

he slaps his hands over his eyes, covering them. “y/n!” he says, “what are you doing?” he truly didn’t know what you were doing. you never acted like this, at least towards him. yeah, he would see you flirt with guys, hook up with guys. but he never seen you be like this with him.

“sorry, i think i just do whatever i want when i’m high.” you giggled. you pull matt’s fingers away from his face to let him know it’s okay.

“honestly, i’m the same way.” he mumbles. he puts his hand down on your thigh, rubbing it. this feeling itself made your whole body shiver. his firm was strong, without it hurting you.

“can i tell you a secret?” he asks.

“oh so are we just spilling secrets now?” you reply. he takes his hand off your thigh, and a small whimper escapes your lips without you even trying due to the loss of physical contact.

“mhm.” he says.

“so spill.” you respond

“i think you look good tonight.” he blurts. your stomach was doing flips, front and back, how can he just compliment you like that out of the blue?

“thank you matty.” you say, trying to keep your cool.

he nods at you.

“now you tell me a secret.” he says. you guys are now turned to your side, staring at each other. you can swear his eyes get even more red with every second goes by, “anything.. go.”

“okay, i can’t believe i’m saying this,” you whisper, “but i have such a bad daddy kink.”

matt’s eyes widened, as much as they could at least because with how high he was his eyelids felt so incredibly heavy. his face got red, feeling him become hard from underneath his jeans. “daddy kink?” his voice wanting to make sure he heard you correctly.

you start to feel embarrassed. should you have not admitted to that secret of yours? you put your hands over your face, your face turning crimson red.

“so when you fuck men, you call them daddy?” he asks another question. you felt like he was doing this to just torment you at this point. you remove one of your hands off your face, reaching it out to slap matt on the chest. he reacts with a fake pout on his face and rubs his chest softly.

“shut up. pretend i didn’t say anything, okay? change of subject.” you say. you move from your side to now laying on your back, as you look up at the tall trees hovering over you with the stars peeking through them.

“no, no.” matt quickly says, “i think it’s sexy.” you were not expecting him to say anything along those lines. why was this making you hornier than ever?

you started to grow more and more confident, “so you want girls that your fucking to call you daddy?”

matt tries to reposition himself, getting harder and harder by the second. you notice him fidgeting around on the couch right next to you. “i, uh haven’t fucked in a while. but yea, i love it.”

“ya?” is all you reply. you feel the devil on the right of your shoulder whisper things in your ear to repeat back to your best friend. “fuck matt, i’m so wet right now.” you whisper, “look.”

your hands have a mind of their own as they snake their way down your body, down your skirt. you tease him, lifting up your skirt and rubbing your heat over your laced thong and rubbing it up and down gently but effectively.

the feeling of your hands touching yourself cause a soft moan to escape your lips. matt’s eyes are glued to your face and then to your skirt. “oh my god..” matt says, “i…”

“what’s wrong daddy?” you say. wow, was this marijuana fully transforming you into a bad bitch. matt licks his lips, as if he was a kid in a candy store.

“y/n.. you can’t-” the way he wanted you to keep going but he was trying to keep his composure.

“hmm?” you ask.

“you can’t do that in front of me.” he states.

“why can’t i?” you tease. he grips the arm that was rubbing your heat, stopping you.

“because it’s making me go crazy.” he snaps, “do you want me to go crazy?” he adds. you nod your head vigorously at him, giving him puppy dog eyes. yes, you did want him to go crazy.

that’s when he fully removes your hand away from your pussy, and replaces it with his. now rubbing your thong covered heat, focusing on circular motions on your clit. you arch your back in response, this felt so fucking good and being high was making everything a hundred times more euphoric.

“m-matt.” you moan out.

“ya, baby?” he says, as he now slides your thong to the side, rubbing your bare pussy. “do you know how long i’ve been wanting to do this for?” he asks.

“y-you have?” you reply, genuinely shocked by him saying that to you. and stuttering because fuck was he playing with you so well and teasing the crap out of you.

“so much.” he said, “making you cum all over my fingers.. and my cock. is that bad to say?” you shake your head at him, biting your lip and closing your eyes. you hear everything he is saying but he’s ranting and blabbering to you while hes playing with your pussy and it’s making you go feral.

“mattty, put your fingers inside me already.” you manage to get those words out of your mouth. matt licks his lips watching you desperately beg for him. he does what you ask, lifting his finger up and sucking them to create almost a lube around his fingers. as if how wet you were wasn’t enough, to him it was but he just wanted an excuse to taste you a little.

he brings them back down, rubbing your clit just a little more before he inserts two fingers into your pussy. you don’t stop yourself from moaning his name softly.

he went a slow and steady pace for a little to ease you. it felt too good. you’ve been fingered numerous times by multiple men but nothing compared to how he was doing it and he barely has showed his skills yet.

you kept whimpering out to him, and his dick was just growing more and more with every pump he did with his fingers inside your pussy. “daddy, i.” you tried to finish your sentence.

matt starts to increase his speed, and twirling his fingers upwards hitting the spot that made you go absolutely crazy. “call me fucking daddy again and i’ll have to fuck you right now on this couch.” he huffs.

“matt, p-please keep going.” you beg, your arm holding onto his arm that is fingering you at the most perfect speed.

“no, stop. go back and call me daddy.” he says.

“but y-you.. you just said?” you reply. he slowly takes his fingers out of you and that’s when you almost whine out from the built up orgasm now completely erasing.

“fuck this. come with me. i can’t wait any longer.” he says. he gets up from the couch, almost yanking your arm off as he eagerly grabs you to follow him.

your hands are intertwined as he leads you back into the house. no one even watching you guys because they are so caught up in their own conversations or make out sessions.

he takes you upstairs, finding an empty bedroom and slamming the door shut. he locked it behind him. you stand there watching him lock the door before he turns around staring at you with such hungry eyes.

“get on the bed.” he demands. you walk towards the bed, but his hands are gripping your waist tightly almost as he was assisting you to lay on the bed.

you lay on your back, him right under you leaning down by your thighs. he brushes his hands up your thighs, taking off your skirt fully. “this fucking skirt.. swear it was teasing me the whole night.” he mumbles, “right when i saw you walk up to us with it, it got me so horny i swear.”

he then slides your red thong off, sliding it down your legs and throwing it across the room. he didn’t break eye contact with the lower half of your body, basically drooling at the sight.

he’s been waiting for this moment for years. thinking about what you would look like under all the clothes you wear, and you lived up to his fantasies and expectations.

“i need to give you hickies.” he blurts, looking up at you from below. you look down and give a slight nod of consent. he goes straight to burying his head to your thighs and giving them sloppy kisses and bites.

he makes his way right above your pussy, sucking on your delicate skin resulting in your blood vesels to freak out and create the hickies he was dying to give you. it was so attractive, looking down and seeing how into it he was.

“i love that i’m giving you hickies in places only i can see.” he whispers in between each kiss and suck, “you’re not fucking anyone else anymore.”

you look up to the ceiling, overstimulated with praise and pleasure. “you hear me? you’re not allowed to do this with anyone else. just me.” you still don’t respond and that makes him suck on your skin just a little more creating good pain throughout your body.

“y-yes daddy.” you moan, “just you.”

he looks up at your thighs and right above your pussy, seeing how much he marked you and how much he loved it. he knew you were his. and he was yours.

“good baby.” he replies, “as much as i want to do this all night long, i really need to fuck you already.” you don’t reply and just nod at him. he hovers over you, lifting your tanktop up to expose your bare chest and he licks his lips at the dream sight.

“i-, can you get any sexier baby, holy fuck?” he says, and you blush. it was crazy how much effect he was having over you tonight.

“… you know i think your fucking beautiful it blows my mind, and you don’t even realize.”

you wanted to reply, but you honestly just wanted him to fuck the shit out of you already. you haven’t gotten with a guy in months and even though you never really thought of having sex with your best friend before, it was all you were thinking about now. and you know.. it wasn’t just the marijuana anymore. you were just seeing him in a different light and you loved it.

“please daddy.” you spat. he shakes his head, trying to bring back his dominant side because fuck did you make his soft side come out it made him almost ill. he never was like that towards anyone but you.

he stands up a little while he’s in front of you, lifting his shirt off. he unravels his belt with speed, and pulling down his pants. he was in nothing but his boxers now. you can finally see how hard he was and it was driving you physically and mentally insane.

he brings his boxers down, revealing his cock and you audibly gasp at the size. sure.. he had big dick energy but you would’ve never guessed that he was going to be the biggest you have seen.

you get even more wet if that’s possible just seeing matt naked in front of you. matt’s heart was basically beating out of his chest. his view was you naked laying on the bed just for him.

“no condom?” you askwhile he gets by the foot of the bed.

“i want to fuck you raw so badly.” he says, “but up to you.”

“no.. i want you to really feel me while you’re inside me.” you mutter. he gulps, he thought that was the hottest thing you could respond with.

“baby..” he whispers, now hovering over you. your both staring in each others eyes

“ya?” you say, he is completely on top of you and his hair is dangling over your face.

“nothing.. i just can’t believe this is happening.” he said softly. it made your heart and pussy flutter.

he leans down to kiss you.. and you didn’t even realize this was the first time your lips have ever touched each other. it was like your lips molded perfectly together because it felt amazing to kiss him. he slips his tongue in your mouth and you moan in response. he bites your bottom lip before he pulls away.

god did he love kissing you.

he looks down at the bottom half of both your bodies and aligns his hard cock to your heat. he teases you just a bit, rubbing his tip on your pussy before slowly slipping himself in you. he looks up, wanting to see your reaction.

it was so big and you felt yourself stretch for him to adjust to his thickness. his eyes roll in the back of his head, trying to contain how tight your pussy was and how amazing it felt.

you guys moan in unison, “fuck your pussy feels so good around daddy’s cock.” he whines out. he starts to lift his hips up and down, gradually going faster and ending up slamming his cock into you at the speed you have been craving.

all you could hear was fainted music from downstairs, your moans combining together, and skin slapping each other. he tries to act like he’s not obsessed with how your pussy feels with every pump he does going in you, but you can tell he was addicted to it already.

his mouth never closing, keeping his body up with his arms on each side of you. “i love you, you know that?” he groans. he keeps thrusting himself into you, you overly enjoying every second.

you don’t respond, just moaning out loud. thats when he takes his right hand and wraps it around your throat, still fucking you at perfect speed. this turned you on even more than you were, as he chokes you and firms his grip strongly.

“tell daddy you love him.” he chokes out, you try to respond but him choking you was making you not spill out the words you wanted to say. “say it.”

“i-i love you too.” that’s when he releases his hand from your neck and you let out a gasp of air. he slaps your cheek, not too hard but the perfect playful way that made you crave him even more than you were already.

he now leans down to kiss you, his sweaty strands of hair brushing on your forehead as you kiss him back. “this pussy.” he cries out, “i love that its mine, i love that your mine.” he says in between kisses.

“needed it so badly.” he whined as he went back to choking you. “i need you to let me fuck you for the rest of my life.” he tried to contain his dominancy but he was so whipped for you and you deep down craved every second of it.

he leans to give numerous kisses all over your neck to your face, finally reaching your lips again.

he looks down at your body again, watching himself fuck you. he moves his arm down and pressing his fingertips onto your stomach, pushing down stirnly. this created the outright most perfect pressure and you felt your insides go absolutely insane at every movement he did.

“i-i, baby i’m so close. right there please.” you plea, “keep fucking me like that, y-you’re about to make me cum.”

after you say that, he does exactly as you beg and keeps fucking you the way he was doing before, keeping his rhythm. his back muscles flexing every time he goes down to slap his clock into you.

this makes you want to wrap your legs around him, to make him locked in within you. he loves that you wanted him more than he was already doing it, craving it as much as he was.

“i’m trying so hard to keep going baby.” he groans out, “holy fuck..” he keeps fucking you so good, your eyes rolling back to your head as his cock slips in and out of you just right every time.

“i want to cum in you but i know i c-can’t.” he grunts. you bite his arm that’s right next to you, trying to keep calm but you just couldn’t. you wanted him to cum in you so badly but you you weren’t on anything and it was too risky.

“i know, me too. just pull out and cum on my tits baby.” you reply. he nods at you, understanding the circumstances.

he feels your walls clench and tighten around his cock, and that’s what makes him go over the edge. he waits til you fully finish, “oh my god, fuck fuck.” you cry out as the most overwhelming orgasm of your life just arrived. just your moans and your pussy clenching around him made him lose it fully.

he couldn’t keep any longer and pulls his cock out and gives it a couple pumps until his cum goes all over your tits and your stomach.

swears and moans coming out of his lips while he finally finishes. you know it wasn’t the same as him filling up inside you but you still loved his cum all over your body.

you both pant and try to catch your breaths from how steamy the sex you two just had. he leans down one more time to kiss you and run his hands through the hair on the top of your head.

“my baby..” he whispers. you thought to yourself how hot he looked, red sweaty face and hooded blue eyes, “are we going to have to keep this a secret? because i don’t think i can do that.” he adds

he grabs you a clean rag from the nightstand that he found and wipes you clean. “absolutely not. no secrets” you say.

he smiled at you and kissed you again.

─── aid speaks ᝰ.ᐟ ──

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❚ helpp holy fuck no bc i kinda ate that, hopefully… here are some tags of ppl i absolutely love. i hope u guys enjoyed. sorry for typos.. was too lazy to go over half of it $ !

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𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊!

♡ — 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: your first time having sex & becoming friends with benefits with the jjk men — nanami, geto, & gojo.

♡ — 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓: 18+ ONLY // MDNI — smut, penetration, unprotected, oral, geto is mean, jealousy, masturbation, reader gets walked in on, 69 position, brief spanking, fem reader, reader wears a skirt.

𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈

Eating out his old classmate wasn’t something Kento had ever imagined himself doing.

He had grown up with you, a fellow sorcerer whom he met as a first-year eleven years ago. You did everything together back then — fought curses, shared lunches, trained until your bodies ached from exhaustion — so, perhaps, it was only natural that you would both end up sleeping together now.

Nanami had invited you over to his spacious house one starry night. The plan was to go over the tedious details regarding your next mission as first-grade sorcerers, and after a while of sitting at his dining table and discussing battle plans, it was time to take a break.

Expensive wine was poured into two glasses. After a couple of sips — and moving from his dining room to his living room couch, wanting a change of scenery — you smiled at your long-time friend.

“Remember when you used to dress like an emo kid?” Chuckling softly, you sat your glass of wine down on his coffee table.

“Don’t remind me,” Kento smiled a bit, taking a sip of his beverage as he tossed his arm over the back of the couch. “Why’d you bring that up?”

“I was just thinking about how much you’ve changed. You’re all buff and attractive now. It’s impressive.”

Kento’s eyes darted down to your legs. Your skirt had risen more than you had intended, and while Kento was a gentleman who would have pretended not to notice, he wasn’t in the mood to be on his best behavior right now.

Blame the alcohol.

Those brown eyes of his scanned your legs and thighs.

He leaned forward and placed his glass of wine on a nearby coaster.

“So, legs are your weakness, huh?”

Your bold words caught him by surprise.

When he made eye contact with you, you flickered your seductive gaze down to his noticeable bulge.

The stretched cloth of his nice pants had told you just how badly he wanted to leave wet kisses over those gorgeous legs of yours and mark your thighs with hickeys that would peek out from underneath your short skirt.

“I guess they are,” Kento softly bit his lip for a brief second. “I don’t think I’ll be able to concentrate on our work with this . . . problem of mine.”

“I can fix it, then.”

Despite your words, Kento didn’t wait for you to make the first move. He was a patient man when it came to being put on hold during business calls or waiting in line at the grocery store, but not when it came to fucking you.

Kento lifted you off of the couch, his hands gripping your ass as you giggled a bit, and he took you to his bedroom.

Your old classmate tossed you onto his bed and lowered his head between your thighs.

With his hands, he held your legs open, and his callused fingertips rubbed your soft skin as he kissed your clit through your underwear.

Your little gasp was all the encouragement he needed. Pushing your underwear to the side, Kento sucked and rapidly licked at your delicious clit, moaning softly as he did so.

All he wanted was for you to cum in his mouth. He had to taste it on his tongue and cherish the flavor of you.

And when your juices flooded his mouth, he felt like a fool for waiting this long to taste his best friend.

𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎

You were angry with him — that’s how the fucking started.

After a frustrating trip to the grocery store, you stepped into your apartment with Suguru following closely behind. He sat down the three bags of groceries on your kitchen island, and shut your front door.

“I can’t believe you, Suguru.” You turned to face him, frowning up at the dark-haired man. “You’re not my fucking boyfriend, alright? You had no right to scare off that guy I was talking to.”

Suguru’s eyes darted down to your pouty lips.

You were right.

He wasn’t your boyfriend.

But he couldn’t stand the sight of that guy making you laugh, and Suguru could tell that the stranger was building up the courage to ask you for your phone number.

So, Suguru approached you. Your best friend calmly cupped your face and pressed his lips against yours. It wasn’t a public-friendly kiss, either. It was a steamy one. He moaned softly, swirling his tongue around yours, and he didn’t pull away until the man walked off, stammering out some sort of awkward apology.

You were stunned, to say the least.

After all, the most physical contact that ever occurred between you and Suguru was a brief hug now and then.

But, even so, your best friend managed to dampen your panties, and he could easily tell.

“I’m not about to argue with you,” Suguru replied calmly. He walked away from you and stepped into the kitchen, opening a bag as he started to put your groceries away.

“Don’t just walk away. Your little prank or whatever scared off someone who might have been interested in me. I can’t believe you’d do something like that and think it’s okay,” you paused, as he was completely unbothered until you muttered something under your breath: “You’re such an asshole.”

Suguru instantly froze. He put your butter in the fridge, closed it, and looked at you.

“Come here, Y/N.”

That tone. Your legs were moving as if they had a mind of their own — despite how badly you wanted to ignore him and have an attitude.

Suddenly, Suguru grabbed your waist, turned you around, and leaned you over the kitchen island. When he pressed his hard bulge against your ass, you gasped softly.

Suguru leaned across your back, pressing his lips against your ear.

“Don’t speak to me like that again. I’ll scare off whoever I need to because you’re mine. Think you can tease me with your slutty outfits for years and then find some other guy?”

A small yelp erupted from your throat when Suguru suddenly slapped your ass — and he did it twice.

“Suguru,” you whined pathetically. “Just fuck me already.”

“Nuh-uh, don’t rush me.”

You whined once again, and Suguru grinned.

Slowly, moving at a painfully teasing pace, he unbuckled his belt.

Then, he lifted your skirt.

He massaged your ass.

He ran his fingers over your pussy.

For a while, he did everything except fuck you.

And when he finally gave in — his rock-hard cock becoming much too painful to continue without some sort of relief — he moved your panties to the side and slid into your awaiting hole.

He roughly pushed you over the kitchen island even more until your feet couldn’t touch the ground, knocking over some groceries as he did so.

Thrusting in and out of you at a quick pace, he moaned over the feeling of your tight pussy.

“Suguru!” You shouted, the feeling of his cock stuffing your pussy was starting to drive you crazy.

“Shut up,” Suguru gripped your hips. “I don’t wanna hear anything from you. Just shut up and take my cock.”

It was only a matter of time before you came all over his dick. He continued to fuck your creamy cunt until his own cum shot out of him and poured inside of you, and he moaned your name like it was a sinful prayer.

He pulled out of you slowly. You got off the island and faced him.

“I’m a great friend, aren’t I?” He asked, but giving you no time to respond, he kissed you deeply once again, moaning into your mouth.

𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎

Satoru Gojo has wanted to fuck you since the moment he first saw you.

For five years straight, he had to pacify his desires by jerking his cock to whatever scenarios his imagination could cook up, but it wasn’t enough. As he came into his fist, he wished that he could cum inside of your tight hole instead.

But, little did he know, you felt the same way.

In fact, you had simply forgotten that your dear friend was coming over to hang out with you one day.

Being as Satoru had his own set of keys to your home, he walked into your apartment without announcing himself.

That was when he heard the soft moans.

He approached your bedroom cautiously, and with your door wide open, you saw him instantly and froze.

Your legs were spread apart with your hand in your panties. And, along with that, he saw your phone screen, which displayed a shirtless photo of him.

You took that picture yourself when you both went to the beach a few months ago.

“Don’t stop on my account, you little pervert,” he teased, unable to fight off the urge to grin.

“I-“

“Ya know,” Satoru interrupted, stepping into your room and getting on your bed. “You’ve been getting off to a picture of me instead of just fucking me in real life, and that kinda ticks me off.”

“I’m sorry,” you mumbled, unable to hide your embarrassment. “This is so . . .”

“Don’t be embarrassed.” Satoru eyed your hand, which was still inside of your underwear. “Why don’t you sit on my face to make it up to me?”

It was a daring request, and your shocked facial expression made Satoru smirk a bit.

He didn’t just want to eat your pussy, he wanted to be smothered by it.

And he was sick of waiting.

When you slowly lowered yourself over his face, your cautiousness frustrating him, he grabbed you and shoved you down onto his mouth.

Instantly, his tongue started to lap at your pussy.

He was already in heaven, close to cumming untouched based on the taste of your pussy and the sound of your moans alone, but when you suddenly leaned over and pulled his cock out of his pants, he had to fight the urge to cum into your mouth right then.

He swirled his tongue around your clit, and you circled yours around his tip.

But you wouldn’t fully take him down your throat just yet. How could you treat a friend that way?

Satoru started to squirm around — wrapping his hands around your thighs so you couldn’t lift yourself off of his face — and he tried to buck his hips and thrust himself into your mouth.

You got the hint, but teasing him was fun.

At least, it was until he stopped licking your clit, and instead started to swirl his tongue around it, purposely missing your sensitive button.

You whined, and finally, you sucked your friend’s big cock properly.

He moaned against your clit before attaching his lips to it and sucking on it, eager to taste you.

As friends, you and Satoru often had unofficial competitions with each other.

It was an unspoken conversation, but you and Satoru knew well that you were both trying to see who could make the other person cum first.

He ate you out more messily, holding on to your ass cheeks as he dragged his tongue across every inch of your sweet pussy.

You started to bop your head faster, massaging your tongue against his veins.

However, you couldn’t fight against the pleasure starting to overwhelm you, and you came first.

He shot his load into your mouth shortly after, but you could feel him grinning in victory as he slurped down your juices.

He didn’t let you off of his face until he was finished cleaning you up.

Defeatedly, you raised yourself off of him.

“You cheated,” you said jokingly.

“I won fair and square, baby.” Satoru looked up at you, and he said, “Since I won, why don’t you be a good friend and ride my cock?”

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