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abiiors · 2 years ago

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Pegging

A/N: been keeping this one in the drafts long enough.

Warnings: like the title says (smut)

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“You’re sure you wanna keep going?” She spoken softly as she sat by his limp body, sweaty, exhausted, his eyes dazed.

Matty nodded, still struggling to catch his breath after his last orgasm. “We…agreed.”

“I know, baby. I’m just saying. We can change our mind, if you like.”

He shook his head, his sweat-drenched curls springing around his eyes. “I’m alright.”

“Okay, then.” She gave his cheek a quick kiss before scrambling to get off the bed and dip into their drawer of fun toys.

Matty’s eyes followed her hands as she set the bottle of lube and strap-on down on the bed. He wondered if he’d still be this relaxed without his head full of dopamine and oxytocin.

She studied his face carefully, bitting on her lower lip. He still looked halfway gone, so she needed to make sure he still had the presence of mind to know what was happening to his body.

When their eyes met, Matty saw the unsure look in her eyes.

“I’m alright.” He repeated. “Promise.”

She smiled, “even your eyebrows are sweating.” Her hand reached over and wiped at the bridge of his brow. “I was rough on you just then wasn’t I?” She watched him blush and look away. “You took it all so well, too.”

She sat back on the bed, inching towards him, taking his face, gently, into her hands and leaning in to kiss him. The kiss helped to reassure her that all was well. And she felt that it helped ground him, too.

“Okay, honey.” She whispered, pulling away slowly. “You know your safe words?”

“Mhm.”

“Matty, I’d feel a lot better if I could hear you say them.”

Not that she doubted his honestly, but checking his response time and his memory would help to make sure that he was alert enough.

“Red for stop. Yellow for slow down. Green for keep going.”

“Good.” He saw in the smile that almost lit up his face that, for a brief second, he’d thought she was about to praise him. Pay him a compliment. It melted her heart. She couldn’t deny him anything. “Good boy.”

Matty’s heart rushed, feeling the turn on in his whole body. He swore she might just be capable of making him cum with only her words.

“On your hands and knees, Matty, c’mon.”

She did not need to tell him twice. He scrambled to get into position as she shuffled behind him, putting the strap around her waist. He realized that his arms and legs still felt weak. At this rate, it wasn’t going to take much effort to send him over the edge.

Her gentle touch stroked his back lovingly as she spoke to him. “If you need me to slow down, you let me know.” He heard the click and squirt of the lube bottle behind him. “If you need to take a break, before we continue, you let me know….so you hear me?”

Matty nodded. “We’ve done this before, you know.”

“Not with a strap-on we haven’t. This is gonna be a lot more intense, you get that, right?”

“Yes, I do. And I want it. It’s okay. I’ll let you know if - like if it turns out that I can’t take it.” She couldn’t see his face, but she knew that he was giving her his small, shy smile. “I feel safe. We’re okay.” He assured her.

Her response was to lean forward and kiss his back, causing goosebumps to rise over his skin.

She always loved the faint moans that left his lips whenever her fingers delicately lubed up his puckered hole. Something about the slight hint of pressure, his anticipation of more to come, his mind and body, deciding, in that moment, to be malleable to her whims and demands. Everything about it was irresistible.

Matty’s eyes fluttered shut at the wet sounds of her hand stroking the fake cock to make sure it was adequately coated, the sounds surprisingly similar to those that his own body made whenever she rewarded him with a handjob. He felt the excitement rush through him at the memory.

She grabbed his hips firmly to hold him in place, her nails digging into his skin. The small pinch, followed by the pressure on his asshole as she began to push into him made his stiff cock twitch.

“Don’t move!” The edge in her voice, coupled with the rough squeeze of his hips instantly made him feel guilty.

“S-sorry. I’m sorry- ah- fuck!” His apology cut short by the feeling of the tip of the dildo making its way inside him.

Must stay still for her, must stay still for her, must stay still for her…Matty repeated in his head as a knot began to form in his stomach, his muscular arms shaking pathetically.

She felt his spin curl ever so slightly the more that she pushed in, though he hadn’t yet said anything, she knew his body well enough to know that it was tense. She needed to slow down a bit.

“How’s that feel, sweetheart?”

“Goo- good. Fuck- full.” Matty’s hands clutching the duvet underneath him.

“Just a bit more left. Can you take it? All the way?”

He took a deep breath. “Mhm, yeah- ahh- can take more..ohhh yeah.” His eyes shot wide open as he felt he rest of the toy push in.

“We’re in no rush, Matty, take a moment to breathe, okay?” She almost asked him to give her the okay when he was ready for her to begin to move, but knowing how eager Matty gets as a submissive, he’d probably tell her to do whatever she wanted, just to please her. This was new territory for both of them. She needed to be vigilant and self-controlled. And to shower him with praise.

“You’re doing so good, Matty.” She peppered his back with kisses. “Just breathe, my love.”

He moaned in reply.

“Okay, ready for me to move?”

“yeah. Yeah. God. Please…please move.”

Matty felt a blank darkness cover his brain, succumbing to the primal pleasure, nothing but a string of moans and whimpers came out of him. Soon, he was no longer aware of anything but the sensation in his body. He couldn’t feel the fabric of the bedding against his skin, not the ticking of the clock on the wall behind them, not the fainting humming of the cars outside in the streets…not even the soreness in his muscles as he struggled to hold position while she built up to a steady, relentless rythym.

“Feeling good, Matty? You like it?” She spoke over his consistent moaning and crying, but the sounds of his pleasure gave no pause or indication that he was aware of her checking in with him. So she squeezed his hips harshly, jolting him out of his trance.

“Ohhhhh- goddd- wha- what?”

She smiled, relieved. “Said ‘are you feeling good?’”

“Sooo gooddd” he whimpered as she thrusted particularly harshly into him.

The next thing he knew, Matty felt a burning in his head as her fingers mercilessly pulled his head back by the roots of his hair. “Why should I do all the work, hmm? Go on, baby boy. Fuck yourself on this dick. Show me how much you like it.”

Matty panicked. He wanted so much to be good for her. To show her how excited he is, but he wasn’t sure that he has enough energy in his body to do this. If he were calm enough, he’d probably be able to tell that she was simply giving him something to focus on to keep him from slipping into a subspace haze, but in his desperation to please her, he sped up, impaling himself on the toy, his moaning turned to screams. Beads of sweat trickled down his body, precum dripping from his cock.

It wasn’t long before his hips began to sway, disoriented from exhaustion, his arms finally giving out, he fell face first into the mattress his cries and apologies muffled by the duvet.

“You lazy little slut,” his ass stung as she reigned slaps down on it. “The minute that I ask you to put some effort in. Earn that orgasm a bit, you fall flat on your face??” She spanked both ass cheeks at once. “Just wanna lay there and feel good. Slip into la la land, hmm?”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m so— ahhhh- im sorry…” his face and the bed felt wet. He wasn’t sure if it was his tears or his sweat.

“Hold on. I wanna try something.” Gently and with her eyes vigilantly watching his body, she pulled out, pulling his legs down to flatten him, completely, onto his stomach. Laying down behind him, on her side, she grabbed his hips, pulling him back on the dildo and reveling in his screams.

“Ohhh my goodddd- I - fuckkk.”

His reaction told her that she’d hit the perfect spot at the perfect angle- just like she’d intended. Egged on by the filthy sounds that he was making, she pounded into him mercilessly, waiting for him to lose his voice by the time that she was done with his ass.

“Oh shit, oh shit, ohhhh shit! I- feels- sooo deep.”

Matty’s hand moved to reach for his own dick, but he was shocked to feel her slap his face making him whimper. “Who gave you permission to touch? Hmm? Did I say you could touch yourself?”

“What?!! I- I need to cum. I’m so- so- ready.”

She laughed condescendingly. “I don’t care what you ‘need.’ You’re gonna cum when I tell you to.”

“Mhm. So- rry-yyyy.”

“And you’re gonna do it hands-free.”

Matty’s whole body stiffened in shock. His eyes widened. “What?!! But- how? Ive never- we’ve- we’ve never- ahh”

“I guess there’s a first time for everything, right?” She whispered in his ear, her voice making his cock drip.

A wet, self-pitying cry ripped from the back of his throat.

She bit at his earlobe, the hand that had slapped his cheek now wrapping around his neck. He felt her pull out almost to the tip then thrust back into his ass. Once. Twice. Three time. “Cum, Matty. Let go.”

Strangled cried died in his throat as her hand choked him. His body writhing and trembling violently against hers. Despite his entirely submissive state of mind, he was twice her size, with strong arms and heavy legs, so she had to press harder to keep him firmly in place as his toes curled, his eyes rolling into the back of his head, ropes of cum spurting onto his stomach and the bedding around him.

Matty’s head was dizzy. His vision spotty, his ears ringing. He couldn’t feel much around him, but he was aware of his chest rapidly rising and falling as he struggled to breathe.

He remained quietly in that position for what may have been a long time, or it could’ve been a few seconds. He had no earthly idea.

The first thing that brought his awareness back to his body was the distant feeling of her lips kissing his shoulders. The surprisingly soft gesture, after what she’d put his body through tonight, caught him off guard. Bringing tears to his eyes.

Behind him, she wasn’t able to see his face, whispering into his ear, “my love? ready for me to pull out or do you need a minute?”

His brain went blank when he tried to find words. He was panicking internally. Why couldn’t he speak? He knows what he wants to say, but- he can’t remember how.

“Matty, baby, can you hear me?”

He nodded.

“Good. Okay, good. Want me to pull out? Squeeze my hand once for yes. twice for no.”

Suddenly, he felt her fingers find his, intertwining them together. His lower lip wobbling as she held his hand and waited for his response. He squeeze once for ‘yes.’

“Alright, then. Thank you.” She slowly pulled away separating her hips from his ass, slowly and cautiously pulling the toy out of him a little bit at a time.

He whined weakly when she got it all the way out. “I know, honey. I’m sorry.”

Matty felt the blood rush back through his body as he finally relaxed from head to toe. He was peripherally aware of her moving around, somewhere near him, probably getting clean up and clearing the bed from toys and random items, then his tearful eyes saw her face, blurry, hovering over his.

“Hi, love of my life. Oh- god. Matty? Are you- babe, are you crying?”

Matty smiled, tears streaming down his face. He nodded.

“Oh my god, what’s wrong??”

“N-nothing.” He giggled, slightly embarrassed. “It’s- good. Good crying.”

“Oh. Oh?”

His shaky hand wiped at his eyes. “Yes. I’m crying cuz I love you. You make me feel- and I love that we can do this shit together.”

“Oh, babe.” She felt like her heart could burst with love. She wrapped her arms around him, pulling him into a hug.

“Darling; erm- I’m covered in my own cum.”

He laughed, a little too much, into her chest.

“I don’t care. I love your cum. I love you.”

Matty’s laughing fit grew bigger, a few stray tears still rolling down his face. “I love you.” He repeated. “I love your cum, too.”

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