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can you write smut where reader distracts matt and gets him worked up while he’s on an online interview and he ties up and punishes the reader?

mabey is here to deliver <3

Payback

CW: 18+, dacryphilia (arousal by tears), bondage i guess?, rough sex

word count: 2055 (sorry!)

"Well, yeah!" You heard Matt laughing in his office through the gap in the door. "And that's the part nobody thinks about!" Hearing him genuinely laugh made your heart happy. You recalled him telling you about an online interview he had today, so that explains all the South Park talk. You decided to finish folding the washing while listening in on his interview. It was always a trip for you when you remembered just how famous he was.

You continued to eavesdrop, listening to the interviewer ask the same old boring questions they always did.

"So, how did South Park come about?"

"Would you ever do a sequel to Team America?"

"Blah blah blah... BASEketball?"

You chuckled to yourself, seeing right through his nice guy act, prepared for him to complain to you the minute the interview was over. Then it caught your eye. The tiny but powerful phone-controlled vibrator he used on you at dinner last week. You pondered for a moment before shooting him a text.

hey, remember when u made me cum in front of all your employees last week

he replied almost instantly. Luckily, Trey was in the call and leading the conversation, so Matt could get away with this for now.

Not now doll x

yes now. move the camera away from the door

You heard him clear his throat, subtly turning his computer away from the door. You took the opportunity to slip in, crawling over to him on your hands and knees completely naked. He shot you a warning glance before returning his eyes to his screen, forcing out a well timed laugh. You situated yourself between his legs, unzipping his jeans as quietly as possible, watching the way his jaw clenched when you gently ran your fingers across his bulge.

For context, you, Matt, Trey, nearly all of the South Park Studios staff, and a large number of Comedy Central higher up's were out for a celebratory dinner. Of course, what nobody at that dinner knew was that Matt was a bit of a masochist, and in turn, it was safe to assume you were too. He loved to fuck with you in public, especially since he'd recently bought a bunch of phone controlled sex toys. As there were so many people at the table, he could torture you with sweet vibrations and fly completely under the radar. No one even noticed the way you were squirming in your seat, or the way you had to put all of your focus into your breathing. Nobody besides Trey of course, who just had to tell a few of their friends... Who then told a few of their friends. Before you knew it, half the table was watching you play off an orgasm while Matt acted oblivious to the situation. He played it off so well, nobody would've ever known that your nails were digging so deep in his thigh, you nearly drew blood.

You raised your open mouth to his clothed cock, breathing warmth onto the head, instantly excited by the way his brows furrowed in attempt to focus on anything but you. He reached his hand out to push your head away, and you could practically hear the blood rush to his cock when you took two of his fingers into your mouth. Satisfied with the cough he faked to mask his unsteady breathing, you hooked your fingers into his waistband and watched his dick spring out before you. Eyes hooded and hungry, you wrapped your hand around him and started working his length, thumb flitting over his slit to use his precum as lube. Though he was 'laughing' along with the other guys in the interview, you could see his nostrils flaring slightly, and feel his hand impatiently urging your lips toward his pulsating head.

You obviously understood, lips immediately wrapping around his length, taking him all the way into your mouth at an unrelenting pace. You loved watching him pretend to be unfazed around others; meanwhile, his fingers had a vice grip on your hair, pushing you impossibly further down until your nose connected with the small tuft of curly hair below his navel. You snaked a hand down to massage his balls, eyes carefully trained on his movements. He let out a big breath and played it off as a yawn, yet you watched his toes curl against the carpet.

You realised this wasn't necessarily payback, but rather an exhilarating boost for his secret sadistic persona. You decided this was going to go your way instead. You began making obscene and obnoxiously wet sucking sounds around him as if you were in a porno, loud enough that no doubt, all of his fans could hear. His eyes shot open, and he slammed his laptop shut.

"What the fuck was that, Y/N?" He growled angrily, ripping you up to your feet by your hair. His eyes were angry, and you couldn't help but chuckle to yourself. "It's not funny at all. You're gonna get me in trouble."

"Hey, it's fair game. I'm just getting you back for last week's dinner." You threw your hands up in self defence, smile faltering slightly when he grabbed your wrist tight and dragged you into your bedroom.

"On the bed, on your back." He commanded, but of course you were in the mood to stir the pot, so you just stared back dumbly. He sighed in annoyance, roughly grabbing you by your arms and forcing you back onto the bed. Excitement rose in your chest as you realised what was coming. If you pushed him hard enough, he'd often punish you for whatever you did. You had a safe word, not that you ever used it. You both loved pushing each others boundaries, seeing who would break first, who was willing to cross a line. For the two of you, the line was near impossible to breach, meaning he'd forgive you for this as long as he could watch you cry an apology.

Incredibly turned on by this side of Matt, you decided to oblige, laying in the centre of the bed with your arms and legs extended for him. You knew where this was going. He huffed under his breath at the desperate sight of you. Breath already laboured in excitement, twitching against the constraints he tied to you. You giggled at the sight of him, annoyed, flustered, and incredibly horny.

"Why are you laughing? Look at you," he taunted, scoffing at the state of you as he rummaged through a drawer of toys you'd bought together over the years. A grin stretched across his lips as he found what he was looking for; a black ball gag attached to leather straps that hugged two tacky metal hearts. You writhed against the constraints, feeling arousal pool between your thighs. You whimpered as he approached, making his way beside the bed. You went to say something to set him off, but were instantly cut off with rough fingers gripping your jaw.

"Open," he commanded flatly, shoving the ball gag in with such force, your eyes widened and a surprised moan was ripped from deep inside your chest. He moved down to remove the restraints from your legs, rubbing your already red ankles with a faux pout, teasing, "I know, baby, I know." You whimpered in a mix of arousal and anticipation, unsure of what he was going to do to you next. He pushed your legs up to your chest by your ankles, licking a flat stripe up your slit, causing your legs to jerk. He adjusted himself so he was holding both of your ankles in one of his large hands; the pain of your ankle bones rubbing together causing you to wince. Matt didn't care. He just used his free hand to roughly squeeze your breast, his warm fingers digging painfully deep into the soft flesh. He teased your clit with the tiniest, most underwhelming licks imaginable, his tongue barely making contact with the sensitive bud. You impatiently jerked your hips as best you could with his strong grip on you. His nose brushed your clit so deliciously, and it were times like this that you truly believed he was given that nose for a reason. However, this caused him to moving away from your aching heat, also releasing your ankles in the process. You whimpered at the lack of contact.

"You wanna get fucked that bad, huh?" He taunted, gripping your hips tight enough to leave fingertip shaped bruises. "So desperate... So needy."

Your wide eyes followed his every move, watching him climb off the bed to strip his clothes, before crawling back between your legs. Your breathing hitched under the gag as you felt his slender fingers collecting your slick, coating his cock with your arousal before lining himself up with your entrance. Even after all this time, you still needed his fingers to stretch you before you had sex. Not that he was astronomically big, no. Just... painfully, painfully thick. Thanks to the little stunt you pulled, he was ramming into you with no warning.

You practically screamed, eyes screwed shut, teeth digging into the gag that muffled every sound you made. "Fuuuuuck," Matt let out a low groan that sounded so pretty, your stomach to flipped. He continued fucking you as if you were his personal toy, your legs up over his shoulders at this point. Sounds of your muffled moans, Matt's laboured breathing, and wet squelching accompanied by the clap of skin on skin echoed through the room in an orchestra of pleasure. He raised a hand, brazenly bringing it down to collide with your ass with a loud smack. Tears of pleasure and pain formed at your waterline as your eyes rolled back, Matt not once slowing his pace. You could feel him hitting that dizzying spot inside you repeatedly with so much force, you were sure he'd bust a hole in your cervix. Your wrists were tugging against the restraints tied to your bedposts, your head rhythmically hitting the headboard. Tears began to stream down your face, your cries muffled by the ball gag, the only noises coming from you sounded pathetic and strangled.

He finally halted his pace, briefly breaking out of his sadistic demeanour to pull the gag out of your mouth. "Do you want me to stop?" He asked, genuinely concerned.

To which you replied in the whiniest, most desperate tone ever, with tears continuing to stream down your cheeks, "I swear to god, Matthew, if you stop I will fucking leave you."

The next thing you knew, the gag was back in your mouth and he was fucking you harder than he had ever fucked anyone. You continued to sob, your tears rolling down your cheeks, drenching your hair and the pillow beneath you. Matt swiped a tear away with his thumb, sucking the salty liquid pleasure from it with a grin. His other hand was still firmly gripping your hip, guiding you up and down his length.

You couldn't even form words, let alone sounds at this point. You were so deep in pleasure that your jaw slackened around the gag, eyes rolling to the back of your head completely, legs spasming around him as you experienced the most intense orgasm you'd ever had. Your voice came back just as you reached your high, chanting his name like a mantra as he removed the gag from your mouth.

Whiney, fucked out cries of "oh, Matt! Matt, Matt, fuck! You feel so gooood." He watched as tears continued to stream down your face, never having seen you in this much pleasure before. His orgasm seemed to sneak up on him too, abruptly painting the inside of your walls with thick, hot ribbons of lust. He slowly pulled out, resting his sweaty forehead against yours, your hearts bashing against each of your ribcages in unison.

"Baby?" You began breathlessly, receiving a half-assed hum in response from an exhausted Matt. "Can you, uh... untie me?"

3 New Messages From: Trey Parker

You two are unbelievable dude...

Just because you left the room doesn't mean we couldn't hear you in the call

How the fuck am I supposed to explain this to Anne??

Guess he didn't shut the laptop properly.... You're gonna get it for that.

#matt stone #matt stone x reader #matt stone smut #trey parker #trey parker x reader #doug remer #doug remer x reader #i described his c*m really weird in this idk why... sorry

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