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ribread03 · 27 days ago

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⇢ 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐑!𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀 𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐆𝐈𝐅𝐓

1k words — drug use, suggestive content, use of “angel”, lowk asshole chris

you weren’t supposed to be here this late. but then again, you weren’t supposed to care if he remembered either.

chris had texted you a few hours ago, something short and blunt— come over if u still need — and even though it was past eleven, even though you’d already gotten into your comfiest sweats and tied your hair up in that stupid clip he always made fun of, you went.

you told yourself it was for the weed. told yourself you were bored. told yourself you didn’t care.

his place is dim when you knock. smells like weed and candle wax, like old smoke clinging to the walls. that familiar haze that sticks to your clothes, to your skin, to your thoughts long after you leave.

he opens the door shirtless, low gray sweats hanging from his hips, chain resting heavy, eyes already red-rimmed and half-lidded like he’s been coasting all night.

“took you long enough,” he mutters, stepping back to let you in. no greeting, no smile. just the usual.

“wasn’t rushing,” you shrug, closing the door behind you. “figured you’d be stoned and grumpy either way.”

he scoffs, the sound lazy and mean. “and yet you still showed up. desperate.”

you roll your eyes, toeing your shoes off, ignoring the heat crawling up your neck. “maybe i just wanted to be your last client of the night.”

he glances over at you, something unreadable flickering in his eyes for half a second. “that right?”

you hum, pretending to browse the stack of lighters on his counter even though you always use your own. you never actually need one from him, but the way he watches you when you do this — pretending like he doesn’t — it always feels like a quiet ritual.

“midnight’s in, like… fifteen minutes,” you say casually.

he lights a blunt, eyes flickering toward the oven clock. “so?”

you don’t answer right away. you’re used to this. his clipped voice, the cold mask he wears like armor. you’ve told yourself a hundred times not to expect more, but something in you still stings.

it’s your birthday in fifteen minutes, and even though you didn’t come for that, even though you knew he’d probably forget, some stupid part of you still hoped.

you perch on the edge of his couch, legs tucked under you, arms crossed loosely like you’re trying to stay small. “nothing,” you say. “just thought maybe you’d, i don’t know… say something.”

he exhales smoke without looking at you. “say what?”

you raise your brows, the silence stretching between you. “i don’t know. maybe something like happy birthday?”

he doesn't answer. for a second, you regret bringing it up. your throat goes tight, dumb with disappointment. he passes the blunt to you wordlessly, his face carved from shadow and apathy. you take it and inhale slowly, trying not to care. the smoke burns down your throat, settles deep in your lungs. makes it easier not to feel too much.

“figured you forgot,” you mutter.

“didn’t forget,” he says flatly.

you glance at him. he's still not looking at you, but his jaw ticks— that tiny shift he does when he's lying or pissed or both. your eyes drift toward the counter. there’s a small box there. black ribbon, no tag. definitely wasn’t there last time. your heart tugs.

“what’s that?”

“nothing.”

“looks like something.”

“don’t be annoying,” he grumbles.

you stand anyway, crossing the room to grab it. it’s heavier than you expect, neatly tied, too purposeful to be nothing. a flicker of hope twists in your chest, stubborn and stupid.

“this for me?” you ask, already knowing.

he doesn’t answer.

you peel the ribbon, open the box... and freeze.

inside is a small silver lighter. sleek, engraved, matte finish. your initials are etched into one side, and on the other… a tiny etched outline of a blunt and a halo.

you blink. it’s stupid. ridiculous. and it makes your throat close up.

“you hate birthdays,” he mutters from behind you.

you turn around slowly. “i never said that.”

“you said they’re performative. that no one ever gets it right.”

“doesn’t mean i don’t wanna feel special sometimes.”

he shrugs. “so you get a lighter. big deal.”

you let out a soft laugh, teary without meaning to. “you engraved a fucking blunt with a halo on it.”

he finally meets your gaze. red eyes, tired mouth, but there's something soft in the way he looks at you now. like he’s letting you see the part he always hides.

“suits you,” he says. “you’re a pain in the ass but you’re still kinda my angel.”

your breath catches.

“shut up,” you mumble.

he stands, takes the box from your hands, sets it gently on the table. then, without asking, he pulls you close by the waist and sits back on the couch, dragging you down with him. you land straddling his lap, knees pressed into the cushions, heart pounding like it wants to leap into his hands. he pulls the blunt from your fingers, takes a drag, then slips it between your lips. lights it with your new lighter. you hold his gaze, feel the warmth of him beneath you, anchoring you like gravity.

“you’re high,” you whisper.

“no shit.”

“and nice.”

he glares. “don’t ruin it.”

you giggle, tilting your head back as you exhale smoke. his hand slips beneath your hoodie, fingers splayed across the small of your back, steady and possessive, like he doesn’t plan on letting you go.

it’s midnight now. you don’t say it. you don’t have to. he shifts just enough to brush his mouth against your jaw. not a kiss, just enough to feel him. just enough to ache for more.

you close your eyes, and chris breathes you in.

and then, real quiet, like it physically pains him to say it, “happy fuckin’ birthday,” he mutters into your hair, blunt still burning in his hand.

“now shut up and stay right there.”

a/n: thank you @chloe444 for the request! this was supposed to be out yesterday n i’m sorry for the delay love, but I hope you like it. I hope you had the best birthday ever ilysm :)) also... thinking of making a dealer!chris au. got some ideas 🤷

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ribread03 · 27 days ago

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what did doja cat say about big noses? oh that’s right they’re good to sit on. 🤗

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ribread03 · 27 days ago

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Sometimes it’s hard to read it😔

why is it so hard writing smut, like girl u read ts😭

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ribread03 · 28 days ago

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ribread03 · 28 days ago

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clingy!sweetheart!chris x reader ☹️☹️

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ribread03 · 1 month ago

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don't let those sub!matt fics distract you from the fact that you can't spell "advertisements" without semen between the tits.

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ribread03 · 1 month ago

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— 𝐃𝐈𝐋𝐅 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐓 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐃𝐔𝐌𝐁

“o— oh my— fuck!” you squealed as he pounded into you at a ruthless pace. he gave a squeeze to your hips as if he wasn’t gripping them hard enough “my god baby.. we gotta work on that language of yours, yeah? such a dirty mouth”

your hands reached for anything — anything that could keep you in place while he fucked your brains out. you didn’t know how he kept his composure — how he acted so sweet and soft while this was nothing but that.

“y-yes! ‘m sorry” he couldn’t hold back that sickening smirk, he could tell by the noises you made that you were so close to losing yourself, so close to breaking and letting go.

“my sweet, sweet, little girl.. so pretty” you felt everything as his fucked you with his thick cock, you were aware of what was happening and how good you felt, but you had no idea what was going on around you, and quite frankly, you didn’t care, you just knew you never wanted him to stop.

“you’re taking daddy’s cock so good today princess, not tryna run away or anything, just taking it all like a good girl” you opened your mouth to speak, but strings of moans flew out instead “i know.. so stuffed that you can’t even talk anymore.. poor thing”

you could feel matt’s veins pumping against your walls, his girth filling you up entirely. his swollen tip bruised your cervix restlessly as you gripped on the sheets, squeezing your eyes shut.

matt was delighted by the sight underneath him. your legs spread apart, knees resting on his hips. you fitted just like a puzzle — perfectly. the sound of skin slapping along with your high-pitched moans took over the room, your head jaw falling slack once matt brought his thumb to your clit. “fuck!” you managed to cuss out, receiving a smirk in response.

“yeah baby? d’ya like when daddy fucks you like this?” he asked, already aware of the answer. you nodded desperately as he continued dragging his cock in and out of you.

a frustrated whine came with a pout as matt removed his finger from your hardened bud, his digits tracing patterns across your tummy and outlining the shape of his own cock. “look at this, darling” you didn’t want to — you could snap at any second, and matt got so mad when you came without permission.

noticing you wouldn’t give in, matt pressed his palm against you. you had to open your eyes. his cock was all the way inside and both of you could feel it.

your eyes fluttered open, but you didn’t immediately look down, you stared into his eyes, the look you gave him was practically begging him to let you not look down, but he wasn’t having any of it.

his thrusts became rougher, your moans somehow becoming louder “p-please” you managed to stutter out. he tilts his head to the side, his eye contact was driving you insane, it was intense. “go on princess, look at it”

your eyes flickered down, and god, your breath quickened, pleasure building up faster. a large bulge in your tummy — a large bulge created by his huge cock. you watched as it appeared and went away as he fucked your tiny hole.

you threw your head back, back arching. “i didn’t say look away baby? keep your eyes right here until i say otherwise, alright?” he pressed down on your tummy.

you had to listen to everything he said. you couldn’t deny him, you wanted to please him so badly, and you were already afraid you disappointed him when you didn’t want to look the first time.

“there you go” matt praised, his grip growing tighter as he got closer to reaching his high. “taking daddy’s cock so— so well princess” he groaned, throwing his head back. you wrapped him perfectly — so wet, so warm. “want ya to cum around my cock, baby” matt said, almost giving you permission. of course you would have to ask, but the fact that he was almost there with you was more than enough for your pussy to throb, your gummy walls pulsating against his girth as your thighs clenched together, trying to delay your inevitable orgasm.

“nuh uh princess, keep these pretty things open” he used his large hands to force them back open “bet you wanna cum so bad hm?” you moaned as you nod, the knot built up in your tummy quicker than you wanted it to, you were trying so hard to hold back — you wanted to hold back for him.

you wanted to be his good little girl, you wanted to be his obedient baby, you wanted to be everything for him.

“you can— fuck… you can hold out a little longer, right baby?” your breath came in as short gasps “c.. can’t” you whined. “yes you can, just another minute...” your chest heaved as you orgasm approached.

“daddy! i-i can’t!” your moans became louder, closer together, shorter. you bucked your hips at the overwhelming pleasure. you clenched around him hard, pure bliss washing over you.

“oh baby.. you know daddy doesn’t like when you disobey” he puts his arms on either sides of your head, making your bodies touch. you couldn’t think of what to say, he’s fucked you brainless. as quick as your orgasm hit, so did the overstimulation. he never stopped ramming his thick cock inside of you, he kept his pace, and it was just as rough.

matt locked his jaw, mindlessly pounding into you — it didn’t take long until his orgasm washed over him, the almost nasty, squelching sound of both of your releases being mixed. he came in long, thick spurts, paint your walls white. “fuck princess.. helped daddy make a little mess, didn’t you?” you just stared up at him for a second before nodding “yeah... yeah you did…”

“just got one thing to say baby… don’t cum without my permission ever again, alright?” his body collapsed over yours, both of your chests glueing against each other. he turns his head to you, placing a kiss on your forehead “my good fucking girl”.

dilf!matt originally created by @luvs4matt. i got her consent and authorization to write for him and we decided to do a much needed collab! we have a few other things planned… but that’s a secret!

told yall we had a big surprise! i know i haven’t been active here but i promise — one more week and i’m all yours again! thank you for being so understanding and loving. this collab is part of my (and hers!) one year special 🤍

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ribread03 · 1 month ago

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— 𝐃𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒

pairing; roommate!matt x roommate!reader

in which your sweetheart roommate matt helps you out after a hard day at work

warnings: matt’s good with his hands, blowjob

wc: 4k

“I’m quitting my job and moving to Alaska!” You yell loudly as you walk into your shared apartment, slamming the door shut loudly and throwing your full tote bag onto the floor next to it, kicking your shoes off frustratedly.

Matt, your roommate, looks up at you from where he’s sat on the couch, a concerned expression on his face as he watches you, practically able to see the smoke coming out of your ears. “What happened?” He asks you in his naturally sweet, calming tone. “Bad day?”

You scoff, walking into the living room and flopping onto the opposite side of the couch, rubbing your face roughly. “More like terrible day. I hate people, I hate my managers, I hate my job altogether, I just… need a fucking break and I feel like I can’t catch one.” You’re rambling more than you normally would to Matt, but you couldn’t help it. Today truly might’ve been one of the worst days of your life and Matt was just going to have to hear about it.

“I’m sorry,” he says genuinely, his eyes on you the whole time you spoke, even if you weren’t looking back at him.

Matt was a good guy. He was kind, he wasn’t loud, he always cleaned up after himself and paid his half of the rent on time. On paper, he was the perfect roommate. You’d found him through a friend of a friend when you were looking around for somebody to share your new apartment with you, setting everything up through text or over the phone.

The only issue that you had with Matt was that he was insanely attractive, to the point where you would start to act like an idiot if you were around him too long, like his blue eyes and perfect smile actually turned you stupid. You’d love to be friends with him and spend time with him, but it seemed impossible every time your brain would shut down if he stared at you just right.

“It’s fine,” you sigh, finally dropping your hands in your lap and turning to look at him, almost immediately melting at the way he watched you, like you were the most interesting thing in the world. “I just need a drink or a blunt or a massage. Maybe all three.”

He laughs, revealing his pretty teeth, already adorned in his nighttime retainer that somehow made him even more attractive. “Well, we have drinks in the fridge, I’m sure you have a blunt hiding somewhere in your messy ass room, and I’m not sure how you’d feel about your guy roommate giving you a massage considering I’m your only option right now, so… drink?”

God, why did he even have to say that? A massage from Matt sounds like a dream, sounds like it would fix all of your issues right now. You’d settle on the drink, though, so you nod and watch as he gets up from the couch to grab you both a drink, allowing you the time to release a sigh you didn’t know you were harboring.

When he comes back and hands you a cold, already cracked open can, you immediately take a large sip, humming in contentment at the taste. “This is exactly what I needed,” you tell Matt, both of you exchanging a grin as he sits back down, sipping his own drink. “I’m glad I could help.”

To your surprise, conversation flows easier than it ever has, both of you laughing and talking like it was normal for you. Maybe it was the drink, maybe it was the exhaustion from work making you less focused on how nervous he made you, but it felt nice to talk to him like he was a close friend.

“Wait, you broke your teeth?” Matt asks incredulously, leaning sideways to set his empty can down on the coffee table, his body turned towards yours on the couch, mirroring you as your guys’ feet almost touched.

“Yes!” You laugh loudly, cheeks flushing a rosy color. “Fell out of a tree straight onto my face. My jaw was wired shut for like a month but I got a free nose job out of it so.. win, I guess.”

Matt laughs at this, inspecting your face a little closer, eyes trailing down to your nose. You turn your head so he gets a better view, grinning stupidly. “But your nose looks so pretty,” he says, leaning into his knees that were resting on the back of the couch to get a better look. You turn back to him and nod, touching your nose gently. “Yeah, because it’s fake!”

He giggles, dropping his body weight into the cushions cutely. “Whatever, I’m sure you were pretty before that, too,” he beams, sending your heart fluttering. You ignore him, finishing off your drink and dropping the can to the floor. “You want another one?” Matt asks you, already standing up from where he sat. His closeness had your breath catching in your throat as he leaned down to pick up your can, eyes watching him like a hawk.

“Yes, please,” you force yourself to answer, melting at the small smile he shot your way before leaving the living room. He was so attractive, his relaxed and comforting demeanor captivating you even more than you thought possible. This was exactly why you couldn’t sit and talk to him for extended periods of time, his addictive personality sucking you into the deepest parts of your imagination.

“I have black cherry and pineapple,” Matt says, his voice ripping you from your thoughts. You look up at him and reach out for the flavor you wanted, thanking him quietly. Your other hand came up to the back of your neck, rubbing your sore muscles as you winced slightly. “You okay?” He asks sweetly, still standing as he watched you try to relieve the pain.

“Yeah,” you groan, dropping your hand back to your lap as you looked up at him. “My body is just sore from… life.”

Matt sets his drink down on the coffee table and walks around to stand behind you, tentatively resting his hands on your shoulders. “My brothers say I give good massages,” he tells you quietly, not rubbing yet as he waits for your permission.

You tense up for a moment when he touches you, not expecting it but not fully opposed. You were just worried about what the feeling of his hands on your body would do to you. “Is this okay?” He whispers, as if speaking too loud would shatter the moment.

You think it over a second longer, deciding that the worst that could happen is it makes you a little horny and maybe you’d have to put your favorite vibrator to use tonight, but it wasn’t like you hadn’t thought about Matt while you touched yourself before. Finally, you let your eyes flutter shut as you gave in, head dropping forward slightly. “Please,” you sigh.

Matt grins to himself, pressing his fingers into your tense muscles, eliciting a low groan from you. “You’re so tight,” he says quietly as he starts to work his magic, his actions pulling repeated noises from your parted lips. “That sounds crazy,” you mumble, making him laugh. “Your muscles,” he clarifies. “I can see how you’d be hurting.”

You hum in agreement, mind drifting as you focus on the way his fingertips dig into you, slowly but surely relieving some tension. “This feels so good, Matt,” you praise, not missing the way his movements pause for a few beats like he’s processing your words, unable to focus. Finally, he mutters a small, “Yeah?” as he continues, moving his thumbs to the center of your upper back.

“If you want I could rub your back, too. No weird shit,” he offers, his fingers currently working on top of the shirt you wore. “I’m sure you have some nice, girly lotion or something, yeah?”

Fuck, you think to yourself. You weren’t drunk by any means, but the drink and a half in your system had you more willing to oblige than you might’ve been on a normal night. You could almost feel his hands on your bare back already, making you hot with desire, desperate for him to rub out all the knots in your muscles.

“I have plenty of lotion,” you tell him, craning your head to look up at him where he stood behind you, seeing him watching you with attentive eyes. “It’s in my room, though.”

Matt slides his hands over your shoulders gently before pulling them away and resting them on the cushions on the back of the couch. “Okay,” he agrees, watching as you stand to your feet. “Should I… come with you?”

You let out a small laugh at the awkwardness in Matt’s voice, grabbing his drink from the table for him. “Sure,” you tell him before leading the way to your room. Matt’s never really had a reason to be in your room other than the occasional ‘I just had to show somebody this’ when he was scrolling on TikTok or when something of yours had ended up in his laundry, so when he stepped in through the threshold, he lets his eyes wander curiously, taking in all the details that he’d never focused on before.

“Here,” you say, turning around to hand him his drink before setting your own down on your bedside table so you could look for something he could massage you with, shoving down your impure thoughts as best as you could. “I have body oil, would that be better than lotion?”

Matt swallows thickly at the idea, realizing what he’s gotten himself into as you speak. He knew he couldn’t back out now as that would only give him away, but he was already feeling slightly worked up just from having his hands on you for a few minutes, even with your shirt acting as a barrier. “Uhh, sure,” he answers as nonchalantly as possible. “That’ll probably be a better, um.. glide.”

You look up at him as he responds awkwardly, examining his stance. “Right,” you nod, eyes trailing over his body before you walk over and hand him the body oil in question. “I’m gonna take my shirt off and lay on my bed now, okay? So don’t look unless you wanna see my tits.”

Matt’s eyes widen, shocked by your words. “Is that a trick question?” he inquires, ears turning red as he processes what he says. You teasingly reach out and shove his shoulder, laughing as he turns around. “Turn around, pervert. I’ll tell you when you can look.”

He listens, facing your door as he holds his canned drink in two hands, clenching his eyes shut tight as he hears you rustling around, knowing in the back of his mind you’re half naked right now. He’d imagined you naked more times than he cared to admit and it made him feel dirty every time he thought about it, but now you really were stripping down in the same room as him and he didn’t know if he could keep his bodily functions under control.

Matt hears your bed creaking under your weight but doesn’t turn around until he hears a small ‘ready’ from your lips. As he spins and his eyes land on your bare back, he has to suck in a deep breath to remind himself what he’s actually here for, which is to make you feel good. Non sexually, of course.

He walks over, his gaze trailing up every inch of skin he could see, mind slightly fuzzy from the alcohol. Your hands were tucked under your head, cheek resting on the tops of them as you faced Matt, watching him come closer to you with a slightly dazed expression. “So you’re good with your hands?” You ask, trying to break the tension in the room.

It works, making Matt laugh slightly as he cracks open the lid and pours some of the body oil onto the expanse of your naked skin. “That’s what they say,” he responds, setting down the bottle and preparing himself mentally before he presses both hands onto you, starting to rub it in.

“Who’s they?” You ask curiously with a small smile. He chuckles again, his eyes focused on your body. “Depends on what you mean by ‘good with my hands’.”

You choke on a laugh, surprised by his out of character dirty comment. “You said your brothers told you that you give good massages! Was this all just a ploy to get your hands on me?” Matt grins, humming softly as he starts to work his thumbs into your tense muscles, almost immediately finding a nasty knot. “No,” he says truthfully. “I do give good massages, you’re going to feel so much better after this.”

You both quiet down after that, your eyes fluttering shut as he rubbed out all of the tightness in your back, feeling like you could fall asleep as he massaged you.

Unbeknownst to you, you’d been letting out small moans and whimpers when his fingers would dig into a particularly sensitive spot, eyebrows furrowing until he’d loosened it up enough to not hurt anymore and all of these small noises and facial expressions were going straight to his dick which was now painfully hard in his pants that did nothing to hide it. All he could do was hope and pray you didn’t open your eyes.

“Fuck, Matt,” you groan as his hands wander to your upper back, gasping softly as his thumbs dug in roughly. “That feels so good, please don’t stop.”

His movements falter for a moment at your words, prompting you to peel open your eyes and come almost face to face with the massive tent in his grey sweatpants, your lips parting in disbelief. Matt didn’t notice that your eyes were open yet, still doing his best to ignore the way his body was reacting to your soft moans. “Matt,” you say softly, grabbing his attention. He looks down at you and blushes deeply, knowing he’s been caught. “Are you-?”

“I’m so sorry,” he apologizes quickly, taking a step back from your bed. “It’s just, you’re almost naked and I’ve had a couple drinks and you’re moaning-“

“It’s fine,” you cut him off, reaching one of your hands out to grab his wrist, pulling him back. “It’s okay, I’m sorry, I didn’t to make you… worked up.”

Matt groans and rubs his hand that you’re not holding over his face, feeling beyond embarrassed. “Does your back feel better at least?” He asks, still worried about your wellbeing.

“Much better,” you reassure him, eyes locked on his face despite him not looking at you. “Matt, it’s fine. You made me feel good, so… can I make you feel good, too?”

His hand drops from his face, shock written all over it as he gazes down at you, feeling his cock twitch in his briefs at the way you stared up at him. “What?” He breathes out, wondering if he heard you wrong, but he knows he heard you just fine when you let go of his wrist and bring your hand around to rest on his bulge, thumb brushing over it gently. “Let me make you feel good. Please?”

Matt looks down at where you’re touching him, heart pounding in his chest at the sight, but he doesn’t back away, if anything he leans his hips into you slightly, breath stuttering at the slight friction.

You take this as the okay, carefully moving your hand to his waistband to pull it down, exposing his red briefs that did little to hide him, veins visible through the fabric. “This isn’t the first time you’ve thought about me, is it?” You ask him quietly as you run your fingertips over him through his underwear, lashes fluttering as you look up at him.

He shakes his head slightly, chest rising and falling visibly as he watches your hand. “No,” he admits, twitching under your touch. “You really don’t have to do this, seriously, I’ll be fine-“

You cut him off by pulling the waistband of his briefs down, allowing his cock to spring out enthusiastically, already wet at the tip in anticipation. You let out a small sound of satisfaction at the sight, eagerly wrapping your hand around him. “You’ve been hiding this from me all this time?” You tease, stroking him a couple times before turning onto your side, revealing your bare chest to him.

“Fuck,” he groans, eyes trailing over your body exposed just for him. “Come here,” you coax him sweetly, prompting him to take a couple tiny steps closer to the bed, closing the distance enough for you to be able to lean forward and wrap your lips around him, letting out a small, content hum at the taste.

“Oh my god,” Matt gasps as he slips between your plump lips, face scrunched up in a mix of pleasure and disbelief as he watches you take more of him, your eyes locked on his face the whole time. He almost feels like he’s dreaming when your tongue circles around his tip expertly, dipping into the slit while you hollowed your cheeks, his hips twitching as you coaxed more precum from his leaking member.

The look on his face is priceless, one you want to store in the back of your mind forever, remembering it every time you touch yourself, thinking about how good you made him feel.

As you sunk down further and used your other hand to stroke the base of Matt’s dick, he let out a soft whine and took a small step closer, his hand coming down to rest in your hair, not pushing or forcing, just grounding himself, letting himself feel your movements everywhere he could.

“Shit, that’s so good,” he moans, eyelashes fluttering for a moment when his tip hits the back of your throat, overwhelming him slightly. Maybe it was the alcohol or maybe it was just the heat of the moment, but Matt felt like he had no control over the words tumbling out of his mouth as he watched you. “You look so pretty with your mouth full of me, holy fuck, should’ve been doing this the whole time we lived together. Been holding out on me, huh?”

His words make you laugh slightly, pulling off and using your hand to stroke up and down his whole length a few times as you stared up at him. “Wow, okay dirty talk,” you tease with a smirk, squeezing his tip as you got to it, not missing the way his hips jerked slightly from it, sucking in air through his teeth sharply.

“Yeah, yeah,” he throws back with his own matching quirk of his lips, amused but still painfully horny, raising an eyebrow as he nods his head down at you. “Back to work.” His hand in your hair guides your head back to him until you’re wrapped around him once more, your eyes fluttering shut when you feel his heavy length resting on your tongue again.

You couldn’t deny how much you were enjoying this, the wet sounds filling the room as your head bobbed up and down, Matt’s sweet moans of pleasure and just the weight of him in your mouth. It all sent a throbbing ache between your thighs, one that couldn’t be relieved by squeezing them together no matter how hard you tried.

Matt notices this, always so attentive and aware, and quietly tells you to roll onto your back. You do so, making sure you stay close to the edge of the bed, keeping him in your mouth as his hand leaves your hair and trails down your naked body, wasting no time in popping open the button on your jeans you still had on from work, pushing the zipper down smoothly.

His hand dipped into the denim and under your panties, immediately sliding through your folds to collect your wetness before circling around your clit, making you moan loudly around him at the friction. Matt’s hips stuttered from the vibration, his own sound ripping through his lips. “You’re so wet,” he comments, fingers easily gliding around your swollen nub, watching the way your legs were already having trouble staying still. “This all for me?”

You peel your eyes open to look up at him, feeling your heart racing when he brought up his gaze to meet yours, intense, blue eyes staring back at you. You nod as best as you can, humming out a small ‘mm-hmm,’ around him. Your hand and mouth still worked on him enthusiastically, a mixture of saliva and precum glistening on your lips.

Matt couldn’t help it, he started shallowly, barely, moving his hips for a little extra depth in your mouth, choked moans slipping out of him as you took it eagerly. He desperately tried to keep his eyes locked on yours as they started to fill with tears, both from the way he was starting to hit your gag reflex and from how his fingers worked over your clit, rubbing quickly but skillfully to bring you to the edge with him.

“I’m so close,” he groans out, eyebrows drawing together uncontrollably as his stomach starts to tighten and his dick gets even harder in your mouth, signaling his impending release. “F-Fuck, where do you want me?” Matt chokes, hips stuttering helplessly as you pull off just enough to suck on his tip and stroke the rest of him.

His fingers don’t let up on you and you’re a trembling, whiny mess as your own orgasm curls up inside of you. Your chest is heaving as your breathing picks up, head falling back onto your pillow and mouth pulling off of him as you moan loudly in sync with him, both of your climaxes crashing into you simultaneously.

You stroke him through it, refusing to forget about him in your own haze, warm ropes of his cum spurting across your face and some into your open mouth, the taste of him coating your tongue. Matt is moaning and cursing through his own orgasm, his fingers slowing as your thighs clamp shut, sensitive from the continued stimulation.

“Holy fuck,” you moan, opening your eyes again to look up at Matt, taking in his pink cheeks and slightly sweaty forehead, your words making him laugh breathlessly. “Yeah, holy fuck,” he agrees dumbly.

You laugh as well, licking your lips slightly and tasting more of him, humming sensually. Matt slides his fingers out of your jeans and brings them up to his mouth, making your eyes widen. “No!” You screech, trying to stop him. “That’s eight hour shift pussy, don’t taste it!”

Matt laughs again, a cocky smile on his face as he brings his fingers to his lips and licks a long stripe up them, moaning slightly over dramatically. “Tastes good,” he tells you, quickly raising his eyebrows at you. “Would for sure eat you out after a shift any day.”

You blush at his words, realizing the crazy position you both were in. You, topless and on your back with your jeans popped open and him with his sweatpants at his ankles with his dick in your face. It was completely out of the ordinary for you guys but it felt like something that was bound to happen at some point, no awkwardness lingering in the air whatsoever.

“Well, let me go shower and then you can eat me out as much as you want.” And as you get up to do just that, Matt pulls you close to him, admiring the way his cum still dripped down your face, telling you that there was no way you were showering alone after that, and you had no plans to stop him.

a/n: if this flops i deactivate I CANT TAKE ANYMORE HITS

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