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He’s Out of My League part 3//matt rife (the end)

Warnings: okay this is FILTHY smut, including oral sex (f receiving), cursing, spanking, and aftercare

“I just couldn’t get you out of my mind, I couldn’t stop looking at you.” Matt admitted in the Uber as you left the club.

“Oh my gosh. You’re so sweet. I couldn’t stop looking at you either.”

Matt put his arm across your lap, placing his hand on your outer thigh. You snuggled close to him, and felt really comfortable.

On the way to his hotel, you alternated between kissing his neck and him making out with you. He’d squeeze your thigh, or run his nails along your skin. The anticipation was palpable on both ends.

It didn’t take long for you both to get completely naked when you got into his room. You were on cloud 9 as his eyes scanned over your nude body. Matt Rife couldn’t take his eyes off or you, or his hands.

He grabbed you by the waist, and used his body weight against you to make you crash onto the bed and lay on your back. He kissed you tenderly, letting his hands roam slowly up and down your body. You heard him begin to moan softly as he moved his lips down to your neck.

You moaned as he cascaded down between your breasts, leaving wet, sloppy kisses there. He took a breast in each hand and squeezed them, and ran his thumbs over your hard nipples. He puckered his lips and latched onto your left nipple. He swirled his tongue around it, and sucked as he kneaded your breast. He left your tit with a pop from his mouth, and lapped over your right nipple and suckled on it before kissing down the middle of your rib cage. Matt made a trail all the way down your stomach.

He spread your legs, kissed each of your inner thighs and then dipped between them. You felt him lick and suck on your clit like a savage. This went on for several minutes. He used his fingers inside of you as well, finding a rhythm and curling his digits upward just right. You writhed and whined like mad, throwing your hands into his hair, which was quite thick and soft on top, and easy to grab on to.

Matt wasn’t afraid to really go to town on you, he used his tongue, his lips, and even his nose. It was rather messy, but it was amazing. You felt the adrenaline rush in your lower tummy, and your legs started to shake. He kept a firm grip on your thighs, holding you down the entire time. You hoped his hands would leave marks. That way you could look at them for days and remember how Matt Rife had his way with you.

You were on the brink, but he stopped, raised up and placed his hips between your thighs. His ripped body looked incredible. He was easily the hottest guy you’d ever been with, or even laid your eyes upon.

Matt took ahold of your legs, thrusted forward and slid his cock into you. You were soaked, so his length pushed inside of you with ease. His tip hit your cervix, “Fuck!” you cried.

He grinned, and slid his hands down from your legs to your waist and he held you down on the bed. He created a rhythm, pumping his cock into your throbbing core steadily. You moaned like a little bitch. It felt so fucking good, you never wanted him to stop. You wrapped your legs around him tightly. “Fuck, you’re such a good girl.” he said.

You looked up at him, mesmerized by his arms flexing with each thrust. The sight of his abs rippling as he fucked you was almost too much. This man was insanely jacked. His little gold cross on a chain around his neck dangled back and forth with his movements and grazed his jawline and hit his puffed out chest. He had a dusting of hair on his chest that was a nice, soft contrast to his sculpted physique.

Your body started to quiver and shake even more as you felt like you were in a dream, watching this god of a man fuck you like it was his job. You were brought back to reality as Matt flipped you over and reentered you from behind.

He gave you a light smack on the ass, testing the waters with you. You let out a little yelp, followed by a moan, which must have been a good sign for him because he spanked you a couple more times.

His heavy balls slapped your clit, and his hips smacked your ass with each thrust. All the contact and the noise coming from your bodies was sending you over the edge. “Oh my god, Matt!” you screamed, not caring about the other patrons on the hotel floor. “Don’t stop! I’m gonna come!”

Matt grabbed a fistful off your hair, carefully yanking your head up. “Come, y/n! Be a good girl for me, babe.” He somehow picked up speed, and hit your cervix repeatedly and it was like your whole body was vibrating and you felt your heartbeat in your pussy, pounding just as hard as Matt was pounding you.

You moaned like a pornstar as you came, but you were certain that no porn actor had ever felt as good as you did in that moment. He pulled out, and you collapsed on the bed immediately after.

Matt was a true gentleman, he got a warm wash cloth from the bathroom to clean you up with, and he got you tucked in underneath the covers. He then wrapped you up in his strong arms and you both got all comfy in the bed. He kissed you on the cheek when you got settled in and snuggled up. And you slept like a baby.

[kteezy997]

What do you do when you are fixated on a celebrity and you’re a fan fiction writer but there are no fanfics about that celebrity? You write one(:

He's Out of My League: Part 1 // matt rife

It was the night that your favorite comedian was in your city, but due to his popular demand, you were sadly unable to score tickets to see the show. So, you and your friends went out instead. They wanted you to feel better and have a good time instead of being at home and sad about the comedy show.

It was after 11 p.m., and you were at a club with the lights down low. The music was loud as hell, of course, and there were people all around. You sat and sipped on your Amaretto sour, just people watching for a bit. Your friends were on the dancefloor and they barely let you get away for a breather.

Now, you were kinda wishing you weren't sitting there watching all the hot girls in there barely-there clothing. You'd never have the confidence to wear such cropped tops and strappy bralettes. You started to feel conscious of your own figure and your feelings of insecurity.

You looked across the bar, where several women were flocked into one spot. You wondered what the commotion was about. And then, someone moved, and you saw him.

It was Matt motherfuckin Rife.

You had to blink a few times, as you though your eyes were deceiving you. But it was him, and naturally, ladies-if you could call them that- were fawning over him. But who could really blame them? He was even more beautiful in person. You couldn't believe that he was actually there and you were seeing him with your own eyes and not through your phone or tv screen. He and his crew must have come out for drinks after his show. You never thought you'd be in the same room as him.

You wanted to talk to him, but probably not in the same way as the other women wanted to talk to him. You wanted to thank him for bringing you so much joy, and making you laugh, even when you weren't in the mood to. You had struggled with depression, anxiety, and negative thoughts for years, but Matt's personality and comedic timing had the power to bring you out of your head, and make you smile.

You certainly didn't want to annoy him, but you could see how humble he was by seeing all his content online. Usually, you were too socially awkward to approach anyone in a public setting that you didn't know, but this was different. You may never get the chance to see him again. It would mean a lot to you for him to hear how grateful you were to him.

You walked up to the bar, standing in a near vicinity of where Matt was. You waited for the bartender to come over so you could buy another drink. You felt nervous, and your body begin to tremble a bit. You took some deep breaths, in through the nose and out the mouth. Just start a conversation, you told yourself, it's not that big of a deal. Just a minute of his time, and that's all.

"Can I get you something, love?" asked the sweet bartender, startling you a bit.

"Oh, yes, um another Amaretto sour, please."

He nodded, "Of course." He grabbed the liqueur, and then began mixing it with the grenadine. He must have noticed you glancing over at Matt, because he said, "Oh, yeah that's Matt Rife. Dude's hilarious and chicks love him."

"Yeah, I'm a fan actually. Of his comedy, not just the way his face looks."

"Awe, that's sweet." He poured your drink into a chilled glass. "You know, you should go talk to him. I'm sure he'd love to talk to a genuine fan, and not just some girl that’s try to get him to take his shirt off.”

"Ya think so?"

The bartender plopped a cherry into your cocktail, "Go for it, honey." He winked before sliding the drink across the bar to you.

That was it, you were going to do it.

You took a drink, and nonchalantly looked over and saw that Matt wasn’t accompanied by any females at the moment. It was just him and a couple of his friends. You just hoped he wouldn’t be annoyed by you coming up to him.

Thankfully his back was to you, so he wasn’t watching you coming over to him. You carefully tapped him on his toned shoulder.

Matt stopped talking to the guy he was sitting with and his body turned toward you. The first thing you noticed were his icy blue eyes. Then his bright white teeth that peeked out some when he grinned at you.

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[kteezy997]

He’s Out of My League: Part 2 //matt rife

You had done it.

You had tapped the Matt Rife on the shoulder. Here goes.

“Hey,” you smiled kindly, “I’m so sorry to bother you, it’s just that I saw you and I just wanted to say that I’m a big fan of yours.” you said, trying to speak quickly, while simultaneously trying not to fumble your words.

Matt smiled genuinely, “Thank you, and don’t be sorry. I’m glad you said ‘hey.’”

He spoke so sweetly to you and those damn eyes were so mesmerizing, like you could see directly into his soul.

“I should thank you. I mean, your comedy and vlogs and the TFIL/Overnight channel has really brought me a lot of joy and made me laugh so much when I really didn’t feel like laughing. Your content makes the dark times easier.” Now that you kinda poured your heart out, you wished that you hadn’t. He probably thought you were just a depressed little weirdo trying to come on to him.

But he was listening closely to every syllable that came out of your mouth.

“Wow, um what’s your name?”

“Y/n.”

“Y/n, I’m so glad to hear all of that. That’s all I could ever hope for. It’s more than I could hope for. That’s why I do what I do. Were you at the show tonight?” He asked, picking up his drink from the counter and taking a sip.

“Oh, no, sadly. I waited in the queue online for a long time for tickets, but they sold out.” You said, disappointment laced into your tone.

Matt sighed, “Ugh, that sucks. I’m sorry. I wish you could have been there. You’ll get to see a show someday though, I promise I’ll be back soon.”

You smiled politely. But the way he was looking at you felt so intimate and his irises became a deeper shade of blue. “I can’t wait to see one of your shows.” You said, needing to fill the space with some words. “Thanks for you time, Matt. It was so nice to meet you.”

You felt kinda awkward and didn’t know what to do with yourself. Waving goodbye would have been odd, you figured. So you put your hand out and gently grazed his hand as you stepped away.

“Bye, y/n. I hope I see you again.” Matt said. You caught the tiny smirk on his lips before you walked away.

Later, you had joined your friends back on the dance floor. It was creeping into the early morning hours, but you didn’t care. Sure you were tired, but you were having fun laughing and dancing. You had told your friends that Matt Rife was there, and you would all take turns spotting him conspicuously in the crowd.

It must have been close to 2 a.m. when you and Matt’s eyes met and you locked gazes. You hadn’t looked him directly in the eyes since you left his side at the bar. He didn’t look away, he didn’t turn his head. He just kept looking at you, the corners of his perfect plump lips turning upwards.

You couldn’t explain it if you had to, the feeling you got as he was looking at from across the club. You were giddy and adrenaline swirled in your stomach. You looked on as Matt broke away for a second to chat with his friend. He laughed, and playfully shoved the person before glancing back over at you, the neon lights dancing over him like this was all a dream.

Part of you couldn’t let this go, the apparent gravitational pull between you and Matt. You began to contemplate going over to him, without even knowing what you would say or do. You knew the music was still booming, but you couldn’t hear it. There was only your blood pumping through your veins.

In the same moment, Matt was moving in your direction. Was he coming over to you? You were not the type of girl that guys crossed rooms for. It didn’t take that long for him to close in on you, and you couldn’t believe it was real.

“I can’t stop thinking about you.”

Your heart started thumping really hard. “What?”

He chuckled, “You wanna get outta here y/n?”

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