#bbs.obsessive.matt.fics

[bernardsbendystraws]

𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐓𝐨 𝐌𝐲𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 — 𝐌.𝐒.

Synopsis: Matt’s tired of sharing.

Warning: Smut, p n v, dom Matt, cockwarming. Obsessive Matt.

With love and big tits, Rose

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“Could you shut the fuck up and stop hogging my girlfriend?” The words had spit from his mouth as he dragged you back to his room. You hadn’t realized how much you had neglected him, not until now. 

His cock fucked into you relentlessly. The scowl on his face had only deepened as he grabbed your shoulder, pushing you down to meet his aggressive thrusts with an obsessive intent. “Fuckin’--ignoring me all day, sweetheart. What’s up with that? Hm?” 

Only shrieks and gasps of air escape your mouth. He’s so deep. There’s nothing you can do except try to grasp into his arms, clawing into his biceps as you try to hold off your release. You had already begged and pleaded. The answer was no. You weren’t cumming until he said so. It wasn’t because he wanted to torture you. The reasoning behind his hard dick pummeling into you at an ungodly speed was actually pretty simple—he just didn’t want it to end. 

“Matt—I—-I—” There’s a dry laugh that rumbles through his chest as he pushes himself as deep as possible, focusing on hitting the one spot so far inside of you that makes your nails dig further into his arm. He was finally satisfied. All day, he had gotten more and more frustrated watching you wander off, dropping his hand, talking more to his brothers than him. Not now though. Now he had you all to himself. 

“Yeah?” He slows down the pace of his hips, concentrating on digging his pelvis into yours. “I would’ve let you cum already, but you just had to ignore me, huh?” You’re not sure if he’s talking to you or himself anymore. The once languid drive of his cock falling into the same merciless pace as before. “My fuckin’ girl—supposed to hold my goddamn hand—fuck, fuck, fuck,” he seethes. “Cum with me, cum all over me, sweetheart.” 

Your sticky walls soak him in a tight grasp, clenching onto his cock as you finally let out a scream, letting the euphoria buzz louder in your ears as hot bliss washes over each muscle in your body. “My girl, that’s right—cum all over my dick…yeah, fuck,” he strains. You feel the warmth of his cum leak into you, trickling down as he comes to a slow stop. 

The sudden guilt washes over you as he pushes his cock back inside of you, kissing along your neck as he lowers some of his weight. “--’m sorry, I….I didn’t mean to drop your hand and everything today, I just got so—”

“Hey,” he cradles your head, “--’s okay. I get you all to myself right now, right?” You whine feeling him grind his hips into yours. “Just keep my dick nice and warm, alright sweetheart? Gotta be close to my girl—my pretty fuckin’ girl,” he husks, his breath fanning across your neck as he litters small kisses on your hot skin. 

“I don’t even care,” he explains, rubbing his hand along your waist, “---don’t even care when I get to have you like this.” 

[bernardsbendystraws]

ꗃ₊˚⊹ Obsessive .ᐟ Matt being obsessed with your cum...

⚠︎ Smutty blurb. Matt being obsessive as fuck, fem!recieving, insane overstimulation, matt da munch!

It’s fucking humiliating. 

The sounds falling from your lips are brutally pitiful, your whimpers and screams echoing in his bedroom as his own noises of pleasure vibrate against you. 

He’s been at this for hours, but he was desperate to have you like this—pinned to his bed, his hands firm on your hips, keeping you in place as he absolutely devours you. 

“Matt! Ma–att!” you screech, your legs attempting to snap shut as you feel his tongue dart around your pulsating clit, his fingers curling deep inside of your sobbing cunt as another wave of euphoria crashes over you. 

“Fuck.” he pulls away for a quick breath, observing how abused your pussy looks. 

A sickening pride washes over him. He leans forward, slurping and sucking anything he can despite your pitiful cries of overstimulation. 

Matt loves making you feel good, but something about the way you taste drives him absolutely insane. 

Fervently, his tongue fucks into your wet entrance, obnoxiously licking up everything he can, trying to drive his tongue as deep as it can possible go—but it’s not enough.

He needs more, he craves more—obsessively. 

Matt’s palms flatten on your inner thighs, pushing your legs back onto the duvet as he runs his tongue along your folds, flattening it against your sensitive clit, smiling against you as he feels your hands knot into his hair. 

“You can take it for me, sweetheart.” he coos, petting over your quivering thighs as you let out a choked affirmation. 

He’s not stopping anytime soon.

Thank you for reading! Any and all interaction is deeply appreciated. I’m so fucking horny for Matt because of his damn hair recently and FUCK I NEED TO PULL IT BITCH OMFG?! Anyhow….

·˚ ༘ ʚ 𝑾𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒃𝒊𝒈 𝒕𝒊𝒕𝒔, 𝑹𝒐𝒔𝒆 𖧧

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[bernardsbendystraws]

𝜗𝜚˚⋆ 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒕 '𝒏 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕 { 𝒃𝒍𝒖𝒓𝒃 } . . . 𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒕 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒔 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒕𝒊𝒕𝒔

𝒔𝒚𝒏𝒐𝒑𝒔𝒊𝒔 . . . FLUFF & SMUT-(ish), tit sucking. { Obsessive!Matt } - Dividers by me. Tag me for credit if you use as inspo please <333

“They hurt!” 

Matt was getting tired of the same complaint coming from your mouth. He knew your breasts were sore - you wouldn’t let him forget it, but he was teetering on the edge of getting an attitude. Afterall, what did you want him to do about it?

You both sit on the couch, watching some movie neither of you had really paid attention to. Matt really loved your tits - they were so perfect, so…so pretty. He couldn’t get enough of them. Usually, he’d be massaging them mindlessly. Not right now, though - right now, he was biting his tongue as he felt frustration build in his chest. 

He wants to touch them - badly. They’re his favorite things to hold since only he’s allowed to do it. Sure, he could hug you, but so did all of your friends. This was his and his only. 

As you squirm and whine even more, he feels his face lighten with excitement as an idea floats over him - a very good idea.

“Take off your shirt and turn around, baby,” he directs. You go to complain, but he shushes you, assisting you as you both peel off the shirt, leaving your bare chest in view. “-and turn,” he repeats. 

Slowly, you turn around, straddling his lap in the process. The pout on your face is adorable. Matt pecks your lips, his hands subtly gliding up before his fingers brush along your nipples, a gasp falling from your lips. They’re so sensitive. 

“Matt…” 

He doesn’t pay any mind to you. Instead, he decides to show you what his idea is, his lips kissing down the tops of your breasts before lingering lower and lower…

“Just relax, sweetheart. Gonna do it so soft and make it feel real good, m’kay?” 

His words coax you along with his movements. Lips suction gently around your nipple, sucking the sensitive bud lightly as he flicks his tongue repeatedly. A sharp gasp leaving your mouth makes him break the suction, a grin gathering on his features before he quickly returns to the same motions. 

“That - oh,” you moan, your thighs tightening on either side of his as you tangle your hands in his hair, smushing his face closer as you sink into a blissful state, “-feels good, Matt. I - it - mmph…really good.”

You can feel him smile against you. Matt barely pulls himself away, mumbling huffed words sloppily, “Good.”

[bernardsbendystraws]

Boyfriend Matt who refuses to go to bed until he gets at least one taste of your pussy

ꔛ Obsessive .ᐟ Matt needing a taste before bed...

"Baby, please." Matt begs, grasping onto your hips as he pulls your back against his chest possessively. His hands are greedy, massaging your thighs and dragging inwards towards your heat as he leaves sloppy kisses all over your neck. He just wanted to taste you. But you wouldn't let him. He had already had such a long day, he needed to sleep, not be concerned with pleasuring you.

Your back arches as he sucks on your sweet spot. His warm tongue swirls against the sensitive skin on your neck, pocking and prodding as he hungrily leaves his own mark, pride beaming in his hands as they become even needier -- even more obsessive. "Matt," you breathe, grasping onto his wrist, "-you -- you need to sleep, you had such a long day and mmmmm," you moan, distracted as he lets his fingers dance on the top of your panties, the only thing creating a barrier.

He can't sleep. Not like this -- not when he needs you so bad. "Sweetheart, I...I can't sleep. I want this, I want you. Please, just," he nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck, grinding his hard, bare length on your thigh, "-I can't sleep like this. I can feel how wet you are and I....I just wanna taste you. Please."

You can't help it. You want him so bad. Even though he should be asleep, his words are convincing. He needs you in order to sleep. He just needs a taste.

Your hand on his wrist guides downward. A sharp breathe pulls through your lips as he immediately circles onto your clit, drawing delibrate circles around the nub through your panties. He wants to get you as wet as possible -- he wants more to savor.

"Thank you," he rushes, pulling down your underwear as you lift your hips slightly, "-thank you -- thank you -- thank you," he mumbles, unable to take his lips off of your skin for more than a second.

He's obsessed with how you taste.

ʚ with love and big tits, Rose Toy ɞ

no copying - ask to use as “inspo.” Dividers by me.

[bernardsbendystraws]

𝒐𝒃𝒔𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒗𝒆 .ᐟ 𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒕

synopsis: Matt is obsessed with your lip gloss.

warnings: SMUT , obsessive!Matt, soft dom Matt, teasing, pervy Matt, flicking beans, and more.

ʚ with love and big tits, Rose ɞ

The lipgloss painted on your lips had driven Matt insane all fucking day. It wasn’t intentional on your end, but god…he was in pain from how bad he needed you.

He wanted your perfect lips messy. Matt needed to see your saliva drip down and smudge the pearlescent glitter—he needed to see you as he needy as he felt.

And it didn’t take long.

As soon as you two had gotten home and started cuddling, you were caught off guard by Matt’s behavior. He wouldn’t let you get up—or even move from your body being pressed directing onto his. His hands clamp possessively on your sides, frantically pulling you against him.

The lack of distance between your bodies answers your confusion about his behavior. You feel it, he’s hard—he’s throbbing.

A subtle grind of his hips makes your breath catch in your throat. Matt lets his hand palm and massage your thigh, his lips tracing delicate kisses on your neck—knowing it’s one of your weakness.

Anytime he kisses your neck he’s mesmerized how quick your energy shifts. Your hands grip harder, your breaths get shorter, and you…you always get so needy.

This time wasn’t any different. Desperation is audible with the sound of your nails scratching into the sheets. It’s intoxicating how blissful everything feels, but your body screams for more.

His efforts aren’t enough. Teasing isn’t sufficient for the pulse building between your legs. Your skin crawls for anything and the heat shriveling in your gut begs for something as soft pecks turn sloppier trailing down to your collarbone.

The weight of your body falls further against him. Air whispering on the wet trail of kisses has you in a daze. You’re hypnotized by the feeling of your body heating up warmly and aching for him to touch you more.

Matt lets out a breathy moan as you sway yourself back onto his hard bulge with sluggish, uncoordinated movements. You need him. You need him so bad that there’s little left but pure instinct.

“Matt…” you whine out.

Harsh breaths fan onto your neck as he continues ravishing you with hungry kisses. His hands falls forward. “Is this what you need, doll? Just want more, hm?” he rasps, dipping his hand through your pants to circle your clit over your underwear.

The broken moan that leaves your lips is encouraging to him. He lets himself find a good, slow pace while toying with the sensitive bud.

You can’t help but let your back arch against his front, but Matt is sure to keep you pinned against him. He wants to feel you writhe.

“You were teasin me all day, sweetheart…that damn lipgloss, I swear. Shouldn’t I return the favor?” His fingers start to pace even slower, a light pressure barely even palpable from his touch now.

“I…didn’t mean to, you—please,” you say, biting on your lip as you feel his chest vibrate with a low hum.

“Don’t worry, doll. I know you didn’t mean to and I—“ he lets his hand slide beneath the thin fabric of your panties.

There’s little hesitation as he swivels his nimble fingers through your wet heat, circling your hole for slick before dragging his hand back up to your swollen clit. “—I don’t tease my girl too much, no…I…” his pants are heavy against your neck.

A certain lace of lust found in his voice and his touches—one that makes you feel like a doll, not a toy. He’s playing with you. So intricately…so delicately…so obsessively….

”—I don’t do that, right? Always make my girl feel good…don’t you think, sweetheart?” he purrs.

The aggressive nods of your head awakens something in him—an even hungrier touch as he starts to grip you a little harder, pushing his fingers with more passion and starting to strum them delightfully against your clit.

A shriek leaves your mouth. Your hand grabs around his wrist in pure desperation. It’s too much.

“Want me to stop?” he asks.

Your grip becomes stronger, pulling his hand further into your underwear and your grind up into his touch. “N—no…I—fuck, please just…don’t stop, it—feels s’good, I,” you rush between breaths.

Matt hums, dipping his nose to run alone the subtle marks from his lips made on your neck just minutes ago. “Yeah? want me to keep playin with my doll, hm? I—fuckkkkkk, sweetheart…that’s right—“ drool is slipping from your lips as your mind runs blank. It feels so good. Nothing could float in or out of your mind. It’s just this—the pure bliss of his touch calming you to a numb state of pleasure.

“My messy girl—-fuck, my—my pretty doll.”

The sight of your drool sliding down and mixing with your lipgloss is even better than he had been imaging all day. It’s the perfect sight—it’s the perfect feeling. You look so messy, all ruined and he’s barely done anything. The way your body squirms is viciously beautiful to him. You can’t control yourself.

You’re a perfect mess.

And it’s all for him.

[bernardsbendystraws]

𝑶𝒃𝒔𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆

Headcannons with Obsessive!Matt and Doll!Reader. Read at your own discretion - includes SFW and NSFW.

01: Following you like a lost puppy…

Matt can’t help it. He's addicted to the way you breathe practically. The scent that flows from your hair is intoxicating, the feeling of your soft skin on his lips always so hypnotizing. 

Your hair is bouncing with each step as you walk around the kitchen. Matt can’t help but get distracted with the emails he was supposed to be replying to, especially when he sees you walk to the hallway, your body disappearing past the corner. “Baby?” he questions, not wasting a second before screeching the chair backward, using a slight jog to catch up to you. 

You laugh while laying your hand on the knob - the bathroom door. “Matt, I’m just gonna do my skincare, I’ll be back out in a couple minutes,” you laugh, walking in and starting to pile products from the drawer out onto the counter.

Matt doesn’t care. He shakes his head, waltzing into the bathroom and leaning his head down on your shoulder, his hands wrapping lowly around your hips. “Can I watch?” he asks. 

You know he’s serious. Even though it’s the same routine he’s watched countless times, he always wants to stand behind you, complimenting you as he stares at you taking care of yourself - a task that makes him so utterly content. 

02:  Can’t seem to care as long as he has you…

Social anxiety was something the two of you had bonded over, neither of you were very content with the idea of PDA to begin with, but Matt couldn’t seem to care about what others thought sometimes. He just wanted to touch you. It felt like a burden to hold himself back, he couldn’t help but let everything else fade away while he focused on showering you with love.

The conversation had been humming in his ears. He was only directing his attention to how soft your hand felt in his, kissing along your knuckles as his heart swelled with anticipation from the sheer thought of going home, having you all to himself. 

“Matt,” you laugh, nudging him with an uncomfortable laugh. 

You love how much he craves you, but the thought of everyone seeing such an intimate act is making your chest thump with a harsh drum. 

Pouting, he spares one last kiss before setting your hand down, still holding onto it tightly as he starts to trace shapes on the back of your palm. “-’m sorry, Doll. I just…can’t help it sometimes,” he sighs. 

He looks up at you with a sullen expression. You spare him a sympathetic smile, leaning and pressing a kiss to his cheek - an act of affection that makes his face curl with a grin. 

“We’ll go home soon, then I’m all yours, okay?” you blush, the slight stain of your lip gloss on his cheek reminding you of the unfamiliar action that you had compulsively acted on. He just looked so…cute. You want him to know you appreciate him, you want him to feel your love too.

Matt sighs, licking over his lips as his eyes sparkle with excitement. “Okay.” he breathes, his cheeks flushing as he thinks of being alone with you, having you all to himself. He can’t seem to care about the rest of the conversation, all he can focus on is how bad he misses giving you his affection. 

03:  He wants to hold you anyway he can…

Being as close as possible calms something untouchable within him. Matt needs to feel your skin on his, but he wants to know you feel safe and secure. The bedroom is no different.  No matter what position or pace, he’s always holding you. 

“Fuckkkk, that’s it - good fuckin’ girl, I - mmmm,” he hums, cradling the back of your head as he pulls you into the crook of his neck. His body hovers over yours in missionary, your thighs quivering as he plunges himself inside of you over and over again, his lips falling open with a rough groan as he feels your warmth suck him in deep. 

Your hands claw at his back, the overwhelming sensation of euphoria building in your gut makes your body writhe, your moans and warm breath fanning across his neck as he keeps a steady rhythm. 

“Matt - m - ‘m gon - close…” 

He knows what you’re trying to say. Your walls are pulsing around his length, each thrust getting harder to pull out as you nearly trap him inside of you.

“Shit,” he whines as you start to cry out, the high washing over you feeling so immensely pleasurable, so inescapable. “-keep suckin’ me in - justttt like that, just like that,” he husks, his fingers massaging into your scalp as he feels your nails scratch against his shoulders, the loud cry pursing through your lips swelling him with pride as he comforts you through the high.

It feels so good to be so close. 

It may be obsessive, but it’s love. 

[bernardsbendystraws]

𝒐𝒃𝒔𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒗𝒆 .ᐟ 𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒕

⚠︎  mdni, smut, teasing, fingering, and more

⤷ Get to reading, sluts. No copying. Ask if you’d like to use this as ‘inspiration.’ Fuck off and fuck me, lets get horny!!!

matt’s favorite toy, Rose

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You were writhing in his lap, helpless as he touched you. The need between your legs was nearly painful as his hand kept teasingly grasping and grazing your thigh, almost touching the pulsing beat between your legs. He kept you settled on his lap, petting your head down in the crook of his shoulder. “Just sit still for me...I know, I know…torture, huh?” he taunts, barely skimming his fingertips over your covered pussy. There's an audible swallow from his end as he feels just how soaked your underwear is—just how wet he’s made you. “I’ll take care of you soon. Just—yeah, keep being desperate for me….fuck, this is how I feel every moment of the day when I’m with you, you know that?” he rasps. It’s the truth. You didn’t always mean to, but intentions didn’t matter when it came to how hard his cock would be seeing you all dolled up everyday. Today happened to be a little more vicious since you had worn a new skirt, one that left him reeling at the thought of your panties underneath. 

“Matt, please—I—I can’t, please.” Your pleas are hushed as he cradles your head back onto his shoulder. He’s obsessed with how your body squirms—obsessed with how he has to hold you still as he continues the torture. 

“Shhhh,” he soothes, grabbing your wrist behind your back to hold you still. “--’s okay, just let me tease my girl a little more, okay? Wanna see how wet I can get you…fuck…” he trails off, gathering the slick that had seeped out the sides of your underwear on his fingers and pushing it back inside to dampen the sobbing fabric. 

The whimpers that leave your throat are hypnotizing to him. His instincts take over for a second, rubbing gentle circles right over your pussy. Your legs are tensing and clenching, it’s barely anything, but it’s enough added to the pure desperation to make your stomach drop. Matt notices how lost in pleasure you are. Trailing his hand back to caress your thigh, he lets out a dry laugh as you try to grind down into his hand. You’re losing all self control, letting your body react for you as you ignore his devious directions. 

“Oh, sweetheart…” he tuts. His fingers start grazing on the thin, soaked fabric, gently pushing against your opening as you let out a soft gasp. “Gotta be patient, okay?”

[bernardsbendystraws]

ꔛ Blurb of Obsessive .ᐟ Matt wanting you in different positions…

“Have you ever tried this one?” 

Matt has always been inevitably curious. The obsessive love he has made him crave to have you in any way – new ways. Once he had heard the same audio looping from your phone, he couldn’t help but wonder what you were looking at. He was more than thrilled to dive into the deep hole of various sex positions. 

The trend was simple. People would use the audio, doing lewd movements to demonstrate certain actions. 

After doom scrolling for a while, Matt peels your phone from your hands, pulling you onto his lap as he runs his hands up and down on your sides. The sunlight peeking in from the living room windows makes you glow. He can’t help but wonder how he got so lucky, massaging his hands over your thighs as you straddle him on the couch. 

“Sweetheart…you’d look really pretty in all those positions…” His words are suggestive, but sweet. 

The compliment washes over you with warmth, your nose wrinkling as you smile at him. “Really?” you remark, running your hands through his hair as he blissfully lets his eyes close shut, worshipping the feeling of your nails gently grazing his scalp. 

“Really.” He smiles up at you, a subtle flush of pink covering his cheeks before he pulls you into a tight hug. “I love you,” he whispers into your hair. 

Hugging him even closer, you let out a small laugh. “Do you love me enough to try all those positions?” you taunt. 

Matt pulls back just enough to look at you. The gleam of mischief in his eyes makes your heart float in your chest. 

Nodding fervently, Matt bites on his lip. 

“Definitely.” 

ʚ with love and big tits, Rose Toy ɞ

no copying - ask if you’d like to use for “inspo.” Dividers by me.

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Obsessive .ᐟ Matt testing your patience...(because he wants to be the one to make you feel good.)

“Please, I’m on my way, just…please wait for me.” Those were the words Matt had muttered into the phone, the sound of his car engine starting while your fingers grazed your aching heat through your underwear. You’re not sure what had made you so desperate for relief, but waiting any amount seemed like torture. The drive between your houses wasn’t far, but it definitely wasn’t as quick as it took for Matt to barge through your door, using his spare key that you gave him - the one he was supposed to use in case of emergency. And this was an emergency. 

He could hear your soft moans as he stumbled into your room. The sight of your legs sprawled open, your underwear still covering your pussy made him sigh in relief. You waited for him. “Aw, baby…” he husks, stalking over and climbing onto the bed, laying between your legs as he stares at the wet patch growing on the thin, gray cotton panties. “-waited for me, hm? Such a good girl,” he coos, kissing along your inner thigh as his hands start to grasp at your thighs. 

“Pleaseee,” you beg, your hands tangling in his hair as you practically yank his teasing lips to drift over the damp fabric of your underwear. The sensation of his warm tongue laying on the fabric burns, the ache of heat pulsing through your gut and your hips wiggle, halted by his firm hold. 

“So patient, huh?” he teases, letting his tongue drift to the bridge of your panties, licking over the hem as you feel every thought in your mind freeze, the only thing you’re able to focus on is the wet glide of his mouth trying to push under the fabric slowly. But, you’ve already been so patient. You need more. 

Matt laughs as you whine, your hands tightening in his hair as you let out yet another muffled plea. The vibration of the sound makes your heart drop to your stomach, the faint sensation of him doing anything nearly making your walls convulse around nothing. 

It’s unnecessary, really. Matt pushes your thighs wider, a firm kiss forcing you to practically lay them down flat on the mattress, the cold air not soothing any of the burning ache between your legs. “Keep ‘em spread, okay?” he says, peppering kisses over your clothed clit, “-wan tease you more, see how patient you really are.” Oh, were you in for a test. 

[bernardsbendystraws]

synopsis: Matt is obsessed with how you taste.

warnings: SMUT , obsessive!Matt, pussy drunk Matt, faux sympathy, overstimulation, fem receiving, possessive Matt, biting, marks, princess kink, 'good girl,' and more.

ʚ with love and big tits, Rose ɞ

Fuck, you were dripping. 

Every touch of Matt’s hands massaging the soft flesh of your inner thighs made you feel unbelievably hot. Your skin was aching—begging to be touched. Matt loved it. There’s a glint of a sick passion in his eyes. He’s obsessed watching slick wetness glide from your pussy, sliding down onto his bed sheets. It's a sight that has his cock stiffening as he lets out a heavy breath. 

Subtling grinding his hips into the mattress, Matt’s mouth is watering at the sight of you with your legs spread and a wet patch beneath you. “Mmmmm,” he moans, licking over his lips. His lustful eyes stare up at you as he lowers his mouth to your thighs. He’s inches away from the agonizing pulse between your legs—the pulse that’s practically drumming against your chest with anticipation. You can feel your gut starting to tense and he’s barely even touched you. At least not how you needed him to. 

Your hands tangle in his hair while he litters hungry, open-mouthed kisses onto your thighs while his palms soothe your skin yet remain firm, plying you open just for him. “I…Matt….” you whine, getting impatient as his lips keep traveling up and down, but not touching you there. 

Grinning against your thigh, Matt lets out a dry laugh. His thumb swivels on your skin, digging in with pressure as he guides your legs even further apart. It isn’t necessary—you’re already spread wide open for him. He just can’t help but get greedy, wanting to drink in the sight of you completely exposed at his fingertips. 

The damp fabric darkening below your dripping pussy is driving him insane. Your hips subtly rock for some sort of relief. Matt coos with sympathy laced in his furrowed brows—-sympathy that doesn’t match the devious grin pulling on his lips. “Awwwwww, you need me, huh sweetheart?” he asks, his tone soft but you can hear the smile in his words. 

“Yeah, look at that…” he lowers his gaze towards your pussy, his fingers crawling up your thigh. “Fuckkkkkk…..you really need me, hm?” he purrs. Shamelessly, you nod your head up and down. Desperation makes you grasp tighter into his hair. “Don’t worry, I—” a shriek pulls from your lips as you feel his fingers delicately brush through your folds. Matt swirls his finger to circle your clit and your entrance, his eyes darkening as he watches an ungodly amount of liquid starting to pool down his hand. “--I’ll take care of my girl. Clean your little mess up with my tongue, yeah?” he offers. 

“I—please.” Matt’s desire to hear you beg is satisfied—or at least overcome by his need to devour you. His eyes are trained on you, watching your face scrunch up as he licks around your bud. He knows what he’s doing. It’s torture, but you both love it. “Matt—can—oh!” you breathe, your head falling back as you feel him completely dive into you. His tongue is pushing with just the right amount of pressure, the warm muscle drawing perfect patterns onto your clit. 

“Mmmmmm, my god, princess—” he groans. The sense of relief he finds in your taste is overbearing. It’s been seconds and he’s already gone—completely drunk off the sour taste of you, letting his tongue drive feverishly off of pure obsession. 

“---’s, mmmmphf—” his words are muffled by his own inability to come up for air. He can’t get enough. Greedy for more, his hand glides up your thigh. He just wants more to taste. “--’s so good, taste so—so fuckin’ good,” he heaves. 

By the sound of his voice, you would think he’s receiving the mind numbing pleasure. So hungry, so passionate, he can’t help but let every worry drift from his mind as he focuses on one thing and one thing only—trying to get enough of you. 

The vibrations humming with his tongue and fingers are all so much. Sensations of butterflies and knots gather in your lower gut, your legs clamping around his head. Despite wanting you fully spread earlier, he clutches your thigh with his free hand, continuing to pump his fingers to curl against the spot inside of you that makes your moans break with his other hand. 

Moaning into you, he grabs your thigh tight—hard enough to leave a bruise. You can’t find it in yourself to care or even notice. Matt knows though. He knows that there will be a mark tomorrow. He can’t help but smile as he continues sucking on your clit, flicking his tongue against the throbbing bud of nerves. 

It’s just so addicting. The way you’re practically grinding into his face, desperate for him….he loves it. He’s addicted to the feeling of your hands helplessly tugging into his hair. 

“I—-I—” you try to give him a warning, but you just can’t think of the words. All you can focus on is how good it feels. The obsessive flicks of his tongue, the greed he has with his hand gripping your thigh and holding you….it’s just so….

Letting his movements stay the exact same, he watches as your body starts to jolt away from the overwhelming pleasure. Tightening his grip, he gruffs out his words against your wet pussy, “C’mon, sweetheart. Take it for me. Can you—” he’s cut off by his own groan. Your hands yank on his hair with a delicious sting. 

The waves crash over and over again, slowly rushing to a halt as your back relaxes back onto the bed. You can feel the wet stain beneath you. The damp fabric feels like you’re laying in a puddle. 

Looking down at him with hooded eyes, you see a hungry man—a man that looks like he could eat you alive. You can’t tell if you wanna squirm away or grab his hair again. Matt’s face is covered in you, sloppy wetness glistening around his mouth. He’s quick to swipe his fingers against his cheek, savoring the flavor even more as he plunges his fingers into his mouth. 

“Here,” he says, lowering himself on top of you. You moan as his lips move against yours, the taste of your own slick making your tongue quiver against the roof of your mouth. 

Grabbing onto the back of his neck, you shriek as the feeling of his hands massaging gently over your pussy. Overstimulation mixed with his intentful actions is too much, yet—you’re only able to pull away and look him in the eyes, seeing his glintful stare full of obsession and love. 

“You’re ready for more, aren’t you princess?” he purrs, slipping his fingers around your clit, softly lacing circles around the swollen, pulsing bud. Nodding, your eyes roll to the back of your head as his motions become more forward, the pads of his fingers rolling over your sensitive pussy in all the right places. 

“Yeah? Good girl, you….you’re such a good girl for me, fuck—” he’s cut off by his own shuffling, desperate to reattach his mouth onto you. 

Your hands grip the sheets in need for some sort of grounding. Matt sees this as he dips his head between your thighs—grasping around your wrist and guiding your hand to his hair. Giving soft kisses around your folds, he moans lightly at the feeling of your fingers tangling into his hair. 

But, it’s just not enough. 

“Fuck!” you screech, your eyes watering from the seering burn of his teeth clenching into your thigh. Matt licks over the area, admiring how good his teeth marks look embedded in your skin. The possessive pride is apparent in his gleaming stare as he looks up at you. 

“Mmmm, baby—it’s okay,” he soothes softly, his attitude completely contradicting his ministrations just seconds prior. “I’ll make it feel soooooo good, don’t worry. Just—” Matt kisses hungrily over the bite mark, his cock painfully straining against the mattress as he hears the whimper glide through your muffled lips. “---just pull my hair a little bit harder for me, okay sweetheart?” he directs. 

You comprehend his words with a dazed effort. Tightening your grip, you feel his tongue dart hungrily onto your pussy, devouring you as he slurps aggressively against your skin. 

“Like that, baby, so good—” he mumbles, kissing your pussy between words. “---such a good fuckin’ girl—’s all for me, right?” he asks. The only response he gets from your end is a broken cry as your legs twitch against either side of his head. 

He loves it. He loves that you need it—you need him. 

“My girl, my—” he isn’t sure who he’s talking to. All he knows is he’s chanting the same mantra against your pussy—his pussy. 

He’s obsessed. 

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ꗃ₊˚⊹ Obsessive .ᐟ Matt being obsessed with your cum...

⚠︎ Smutty blurb. Matt being obsessive as fuck, fem!recieving, insane overstimulation, matt da munch!

It’s fucking humiliating. 

The sounds falling from your lips are brutally pitiful, your whimpers and screams echoing in his bedroom as his own noises of pleasure vibrate against you. 

He’s been at this for hours, but he was desperate to have you like this—pinned to his bed, his hands firm on your hips, keeping you in place as he absolutely devours you. 

“Matt! Ma–att!” you screech, your legs attempting to snap shut as you feel his tongue dart around your pulsating clit, his fingers curling deep inside of your sobbing cunt as another wave of euphoria crashes over you. 

“Fuck.” he pulls away for a quick breath, observing how abused your pussy looks. 

A sickening pride washes over him. He leans forward, slurping and sucking anything he can despite your pitiful cries of overstimulation. 

Matt loves making you feel good, but something about the way you taste drives him absolutely insane. 

Fervently, his tongue fucks into your wet entrance, obnoxiously licking up everything he can, trying to drive his tongue as deep as it can possible go—but it’s not enough.

He needs more, he craves more—obsessively. 

Matt’s palms flatten on your inner thighs, pushing your legs back onto the duvet as he runs his tongue along your folds, flattening it against your sensitive clit, smiling against you as he feels your hands knot into his hair. 

“You can take it for me, sweetheart.” he coos, petting over your quivering thighs as you let out a choked affirmation. 

He’s not stopping anytime soon.

Thank you for reading! Any and all interaction is deeply appreciated. I’m so fucking horny for Matt because of his damn hair recently and FUCK I NEED TO PULL IT BITCH OMFG?! Anyhow….

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