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hi guys!! id really like to try writing again, maybe start from short blurbs and we will see how its gonna go. i need some ideas so feel free to request something in my inbox :)
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NOT JUST THE FLU
pairing: justin foley x gn!reader (romantic) + clay jensen x twin!reader (familial/platonic ofc)
warnings: cursing, vomiting, justin in recovery - mentions of specific drugs, hints of justin's trauma from being on the streets, coughing, lmk if i should add anything else! (i am not an expert on addiction/recovery + symptoms so please don't come @ me)
a/n: here's another fic from my wattpad days. in the original version of this fic, i wrote the reader to be extremely pissed off and annoyed, but in this version they're a lot more understanding and soft
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hold me | justin foley
synopsis: in which you're the only one he trusts
pairing: justin foley x girlfriend!reader
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The ringing of your phone made you look up from the notes you were reviewing for your big biology test that was coming up.
You took your phone and saw that it was Justin calling, making a smile appear on your face.
"Hey babe, what's up?" you said once you answered, your voice cheerful.
"Um, hi. Can I, um, uh, can I crash at your place tonight?" his voice was shaky, which immediately made you panic.
"Justin, what's going on? What happened?" you asked, the notes on your bed long forgotten.
"Can we talk at your place?" he asked, sniffling through the phone.
"Of course, of course. I'll be waiting for you"
"Thanks. I love you"
"I love you too, baby"
You hung up and immediately started gathering your study material and putting it on your desk, knowing you weren't going to get any more studying done that evening.
After you were finished, you made your way to your parents' room to let them know Justin was coming over and was going to spend some time at your house.
Your parents had loved Justin ever since the two of you started dating 2 years ago, so they were delighted Justin was coming over.
"Did he eat? Do you guys want dinner?" your mom asked, knowing that Justin's home situation was not the most ideal.
"I don't know, I didn't get to ask. I'll heat up some leftover pizza if he's hungry, we'll be fine" you said and just as you finished talking, the doorbell was heard.
You closed the door to your parents' room and bolted down the stairs, flinging open your front door.
Justin was standing there, his Jersey jacket on his hand and his bag flung over his shoulder. He had tried tears coating his cheeks, making your heart shatter more.
"Oh, baby" you muttered and pulled him into your house, locking the door behind you and enveloping him in your arms.
He let his bag fall to the floor as he wrapped his arms tightly around your waist, burying his head into your shoulder.
"Sh, it's okay, I'm here. Let it all out, you're safe with me" you kept whispering into his hear, rubbing soothing circles on his back and the back of his head.
His cries were muffled by your shirt, his whole body shaking in your hold.
Your heart was breaking for the poor boy currently breaking down in your arms. Nobody deserved to be going through what he was, such a sweet and gentle soul yet so damaged and broken at the same time.
After a while of just holding him, he finally managed to calm down, his cried turning into silent sobs and finally dying down completely.
"Did you eat?" you asked him softly, not wanting your voice to disturb the silence and peaceful atmosphere that enveloped the two of you.
"No, I didn't get around to it" he croaked out, his voice hoarse because of the crying.
"Come on, I heated up some leftover pizza for you. Let's get something in your stomach and then we'll go up to my room and talk, alright?" you were caressing his cheeks while you talked, his arms still wrapped tightly around your waist.
He nodded, not trusting his voice to speak up.
You unwrapped his arms from around your waist but took his hand in yours, pulling him to the kitchen. You knew he needed to feel your touch more than anything right now.
"This is good" he commented once he started eating the pizza, his voice still small but steady now.
"I know, I convinced my parents to get it from that new place that just opened up. The food is absolutely delicious there" you said while you ran your hands through his hair comfortingly.
He nodded but didn't say anything else, making silence envelop the spacious kitchen.
You kept your eyes on him, observing how he was avoiding making eye contact with you. You didn't know why, but figured it was because he would break down again if he looked at you. He tended to do that a lot.
"Come on, let's get you in bed" you said once he finished eating, putting his plate in the dishwasher and taking his hand.
He silently walked behind you, his steps light and silent as to not disturb your parents.
Once you were both in the privacy of your room, Justin took a seat on your bed and kept his gaze on the floor, not saying anything.
"Do you want to talk about it?" you asked him, taking a seat next to him on your bed and taking one of his hands in yours, intertwining your fingers with his.
He was quiet for a second before he raised his head to look at you.
"Meth Seth is back. He lost a grand of cash last week and he thinks I stole it from him. We got into an argument tonight and, well, I gathered all my shit and left" he said, his hurt now replaced with anger and defeat.
"Look at me, baby" you said as you raised your free hand to his face and cupped his cheek, making him look at you. "You're going to move here, permanently. I don't care what anyone says, your mom or Seth or anyone. I'm not letting you go back there ever again, do you hear me?"
He pursed his lips and nodded, his eyes filling with tears.
"I don't want to intrude. I don't want to be a bother to you or your parents" he started shaking his head, looking away from you.
"You, Justin Foley, are not a bother to us. My parents adore you, they are going to be thrilled to have you around constantly. Baby, you are so loved by them, they see you as their own son. Don't ever doubt how loved you are by this family, how much we want to keep you safe and sound, baby"
By now, tears were running down your cheeks as you looked at the broken boy before you. Justin was also crying, staring back at you, not believing what he was hearing.
He grew up without a father and with a junkie mother, a mother who never cared about his well-being as much as she cared for her boyfriends. A mother who never made him feel loved, cared for and happy, what any child should feel from their parents.
"I love you so fucking much, and I am so fucking grateful to have you in my life. You don't even realize how much you mean to me and how much I appreciate everything you and your parents have done for me. You've saved me, Y/N"
You pulled him into your arms and rested your head in the crook of his neck, both of you sobbing into each other.
"I love you so much, Justin Foley" you whispered in his ear, planting a kiss at the base of his neck.
"I love you, too. So much. Please, just hold me and don't let me go" he whimpered, wrapping his arms even tighter around your body, if that was even possible.
"I'm never going to let you go, baby. Never" you whispered back, reassuring both of you that you are never going to leave each other.
Your thoughts started to wonder on what your life was going to look from now on, but you shook them away.
For now, you were just going to hold your boy.
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𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡 ✮ 𝐝𝐲𝐥𝐚𝐧 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞
𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬. at one of your mutual friends halloween party, you and an attractive man get to know each other … really well.
𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭. could u write dylan minnette and reader meeting eachother at a halloween party and fucking afterwards 🙏🙏🙏 — anon
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬. SMUT ! unprotected sex (don’t do this chat), slight oral f!recieving.
𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬. again, sorry this took so long like i need to get back on my writing shit. i quite enjoyed writing this tho since halloween is coming up so thank you very much anon
𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭. 2k
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𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡 ✮ 𝐝𝐲𝐥𝐚𝐧 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞
𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬. at one of your mutual friends halloween party, you and an attractive man get to know each other … really well.
𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭. could u write dylan minnette and reader meeting eachother at a halloween party and fucking afterwards 🙏🙏🙏 — anon
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬. SMUT ! unprotected sex (don’t do this chat), slight oral f!recieving.
𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬. again, sorry this took so long like i need to get back on my writing shit. i quite enjoyed writing this tho since halloween is coming up so thank you very much anon
𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭. 2k
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I WANNA RIDE HIS NOSE HOLY FUCK
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chris sturniolo smut
little, lacy set
warnings: unprotected sex, established relationship, kinda rough ( just a little ), not proofread.
inspired by this thing that he said.
chris’s posture stiff but he is laid back against the couch, manspreading as he watched you laugh and giggle with nick right in front of him.
that wasn’t the issue at all though, it was the way your pyjamas slid off your waist to your hip bone with every small move your body made, giving him limited view of your dainty, pretty, lacy panties.
his eyes shamelessly drop to where the thin fabric sat on your skin, he gulps taking the sight in.
his mind immediately going places, thoughts invaded by imagination of just how perfect your pussy must look in those. he wonders if you have the whole set on or just the panties, either way he’d like to confirm. he’d like to see you in that little, lacy set.
as nick grows tired and eventually yawns his way out of the living room, leaving chris alone with you. finally- he thinks.
a smirk grows on chris’s face, his eyes darkening as watches you get up from your spot to come sit beside him.
“why’d you come here? go sit all the way there, so far away from me giggling and shit” he stops you mid way, chris’s tone remains serious but his expression gives away the playfulness of his words.
“baby we were in the same room” you justify your actions, your actions of not being in his one meter radius for a small moment.
chris rolls his eyes at you, his body turning to face you now. he stretches his hand forward, tugging one of his fingers in the waistband of your pyjamas, pulling you close in a swift motion, his face right in front of your belly.
he looks up at you with a small smile before nuzzling his face into the exposed skin your crop top gives him access to in front of him. your hands habitually tangle in his hair, as he rubs his nose in your stomach and groans loudly.
“whats the issue?” a small yet prominent frown displayed on your face when he looks up at you with hooded eyes and shakes his head before putting his face back in your tummy.
his hands grip your sides as he continues to groan and pull you closer into his face. you can feel his breath settle when he leaves his mouth open, slowly kissing and sucking on the skin right above your hipbone, right above the waistband of your panties.
you can feel his sharp teeth slowly take the fabric in his mouth, pulling it down just a little, a soft gasp leaves your lips as his mouth leaves sloppy and messy kisses beneath the small piece of cloth he just pulled down.
“you know you’ve been torturing me this whole time?” his words muffled against your soft skin. your grip tightens in his hair.
he looks up at you, his bottom lip jutted out and rested on your skin. his eyes dark with desire.
he moves his hands to the border of pyjamas, pulling them down just enough to give him the full view of your underwear, chris’s lets out a sound-something between a whine and a groan.
his head tilts and he presses his face right on your core, his nose nudging your folds through the lace. his eyes shut as he breaths you in, slowly opening his mouth and pecking your clothed centre. his tongue pokes out with each one of the kisses, he can already feel the wetness seep through the panties onto his taste buds.
your thighs quivering and a shiver runs down your spine with each one of his actions. his hand slowly makes its way up from you hip and roams around the rest of your body. in a fleet motion he swings your body onto the couch, your head flops down with no warning-making you yelp.
“stay quite” his words almost unheard between his hasty moves, one of his his hands grip your hip and the other pulls on your shirt. his kisses get sloppier by the second, your pants pooling around your knees, falling down unnoticed.
he pulls away to quickly get rid of your shirt, your face and hair disheveling in the process.
he props his head to get a good look, you are wearing the whole set.
“fuck.” chris’s mouth slightly agape taking in the sight of you in a lacy lingerie set sprawled out on the couch, he’d seen you in one before but it’ll never have less of an effect on him.
“y’knew what you were doing wearing this huh?” his voice husky, huskier than when he wakes up.
“now you gotta stay quite for me ma, okay?” you nod, your heart racing and breathing ragged.
he settles between your knees, his hands fiddling with his belt and zipper.
the rate at which he is moving shows you just how much he wants you right now, your breathing gets caught in your throat when he successfully pulls down both his pants and boxers in 0.2 seconds.
his hard cock springs free, bobbing around in air before he props himself on one elbow above you, his fingers sliding your panties off to the side, picking up some residue of your wetness in the process.
he aligns himself with your entrance, pushing in at once with a deep thrust, an involuntary whimper passes through his mouth. bottom lip caught between his teeth.
your mouth forms an “o” with the way its open, holding back screams and moans.
“get this off” chris’s eyes land on your bra.
you try your best to unbuckle it in the position you are in right now.
“just—fucking do it!” chris’s hands fly to your bra straps pulling them down as he whisper shouts in your face, his spit landing on your cheek.
once he can see your tits in front-he starts moving, thrusting slowly at first making sure they don’t make too much noise.
the couch creaks and shifts a little as chris increases his pace, your eyes roll back and his hand flies to your mouth.
“you like getting fucked like this huh? like wearing slutty lace for me?” his nose pushing into yours as he moves, thats how close his face is.
“answer me” he looks at you in the eyes, wanting you to nod.
and you do. your face scrunched up in pleasure as he increases the speed of his thrusts, plunging into you with everything in him, not caring about the sounds created by the skin contact.
“god i could fuck you all day…” his eyes drop to the way your tits bounces with every thrust, trailing back to your fucked out features and the lower half of your face that’s covered with his hand, he presses on to your mouth even more feeling his stomach curl at the way your your tight walls take him in every time he bottoms out.
you can feel the pressure building in your lower belly rapidly, he pulls his propped elbow up to wrap your legs around his waist. your eyes shut in pleasure, a deep frown on your face.
“fuck -you feel so good ma, so fucking good” he can feel you clench around him at his words, his eyes fluttering at the sensation.
“gonna cum already? cum for me ma, look at me” breathless words flow out of his mouth, his hips snapping into yours with force.
he can feel you tightly pucker your lips under his palm, holding back the loud screech he knows you let out when you cum.
your legs shake around his torso, and you cum around his dick. head thrown back, back arched and hips bucked.
“fu-fuck fuc-” his voice low as he tries to contain himself, following right behind you with his orgasm and filling you up.
he pants through the last few thrusts to get rid of both of your highs.
“fuck..” he exhales pulling out of you slowly, watching his cum spill over your panties and thighs, making sort of a mess on the couch he shares with his brothers but he could care less about that right now.
he finally pulls his hand off you mouth, you let out a deep breath from your drool covered mouth. your chest heaving.
“i have definitely had a dream about this before” he chuckles softly looking at you in awe.
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$$$ chris sturniolo, BLURB
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chris started feeling more like a man the moment he started messing with you. but when he ate your pussy? that was a whole different story.
because the first time he put his mouth on you—spit hot against your clit, tongue slow and heavy in its strokes—he knew nothing was gonna top it. not a high, not a check, not a single win in his fucking life.
and now? now he lives for it.
tongue deep, nose buried in the mess between your legs, chris is gone. lost in the way your thighs shake, how you push at his head like you don’t know by now that he likes that. that it makes him groan, makes him eat you up even nastier, makes him grip your thighs and keep you still while he devours you.
“mm—fuck,” he groans against you, voice muffled, lips dragging all over that pretty pussy like he tryna drown in it. like he tryna prove something. and maybe he is. maybe he needs to.
ever since he started fucking with you, his scruff been coming in thicker. fuller. way more apparent than before.
and you both knows what that mean.
he grins against your skin, lets his mustache drag along your inner thigh before he kisses back up, sucking on your clit, slipping two fingers in deep just to feel you squeeze.
“got me lookin grown, huh?” he mumbles, voice all raspy and cocky, thick fingers curling just right inside you. he looks up at you, eyes low, fucked out, and his jaw flexes as he licks up the wetness dripping from his lips. “all this,” he presses a kiss to your swollen pussy, groans when you twitch. “this all you, ma.”
he flicks his tongue again, then again, then again, and you jerk—whimpering, breath stuttering, body fighting between running and melting right into his mouth. he loves it. keeps going till you cum all over his tongue, till your thighs squeeze around his head and you’re gasping his name like it’s the only one you know.
but he’s not done.
not even close.
because next thing you know, he’s got you on your stomach, hand gripping tight at your hip, dick lined up, leaking, aching, swollen.
he sinks in all at once, slow, deep, letting out a long, shaking breath as he bottoms out.
“fuck, y’feel that?” he mutters, voice thick with something you can’t even place. he leans forward, pressing his chest to your back, fingers trailing to your jaw to turn your face toward his.
he kisses you slow, deep, filthy—like he’s tryna make you taste yourself.
“take it,” he urges, hips pulling back, pushing in, making you feel every inch. “keep squeezin, baby. ‘jus’ wanna feel you.”
he damn near losing his mind in it. hips stuttering, face twisted up like he in pain, but his grip don’t let up—not even a little. just digging bruises into your waist like he trying to mold you into the bed. “god damn,” he mutters, voice cracking like he ain’t ever felt pussy before.
and maybe he hasn’t. not like this. not like you.
“feelssogood,” he damn near whimpers, forehead dropping to your shoulder as he sinks in to the hilt, buried in that tight, wet, gripping heat that got his stomach flexing with every slow pull out. then he slams back in, pulling a choked gasp from your throat. “yeah? you like that?” he taunts, but it sound weak, desperate. like he the one being fucked.
his breath is hot, damp against your skin as he pants, working his hips in that deep, slow grind that drag against every inch inside you. his thumb finds your clit, pressing lazy, heavy circles like he just tryna feel you flutter around him.
“every time,” he murmurs, dropping a kiss to the corner of your mouth. “every time i fuck you, this shit feel better. s’like you got me in a chokehold, ma.”
you don’t even gotta say nothing. he’s already folding, already picking up the pace, already falling apart over you. his fingers slip up to your jaw, tilting your head so he can kiss you, sloppy and open-mouthed, all tongue and heat and moans that melt into yours.
hell, he was probably moaning louder than you.
yeah, your pussy got power.
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tw/cw: p in v, sextape
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"lets put it riiiight there—," his voice hoarse as he looms over your frame, his arm stretchs out to put a digital camera on the side or your bed for a better angle, "cant hold it while fuckin' ya, can i?" matt smirks before he pulls you closer roughly, his lips crashing against yours as he claims your mouth in a dominant kiss, grinning into it faintly when a soft moan slips past your lips.
his hands quickly make their way to your hips, gripping your hip bones tightly and pressing you against his erection. brunette lets out a soft his from the contact of your body through the clothes, his head tilts back and necklace dangles, almost hitting your face, but you don't seem to mind it at all.
camera will capture this moment perfectly, it will become one of matt's favorite and he's gonna rewatch it almost every single day of his life. his big, calloused hands ripping off your underwear in a second, leaving you gasping for air from the sudden cold air hitting your heat. legs wrap instinctively around matt's waist, bringing him closer, if its even possible in your position.
"f—ck, did the camera turn ya on that bad?" matt speaks teasingly before sliding his own boxers down his legs and his erection presses against your slick lips, rubbing teasingly against them. you press against his body only more, a shaky sigh escapes your lips. your arms gripped his shoulders as you lean closer and captures your lips in a heating kiss. matt knows what does it mean; he always knows.
while he works with his tongue in your mouth, brunette, with a swift motion, slides inside you, causing you moan into your kiss as he swallows every sound you make with his lips against yours. his whole body is on fire as he thurts into you for the first time, letting you adjust to his size before escalating his pace and hitting the spot right where you need him the most.
loud, almost pathetic moans slip past your lips; matt grabs your jaw and turns your head to the digital camera on the bedside table, making you look right into the lens with the biggest smirk on his face while he slams into you with more force than before. his hands roughly, but not enough to hurt you, squeeze your cheeks and holds you in place as you become a babbling mess around his dick. and he knows he's gonna rewatch this video all over and over again, enjoying it like a damn sadist. because there's no better view than your face when he fucks you.
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a/n: not proofread. english isnt my first language. sorry this is too short, i'll make it up to yall later, promise <3
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tw/cw: p in v, unprotected sex (unrecommended), sex on the sink.
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matt has the perfect height for a countertop sex. or sex on the sink. absolutely the best. and every time you see his mirror selfies, thoughts of him, fucking you on some surfaces, literally fill your mind and its everything you can think about for the rest of the day.
the problem is? you dont know how to approach him and ask about this. not like your sexual life is awful and boring, no, but matt prefers things being traditional, like always in bed and something. yeah, he's a freak, but only in bed. in literal bed. and it's eating you alive, this urge to ask him to fuck you on the damn countertop in your kitchen, or on the sink in the bathroom, just anything. you're desperate at this point.
and you reached the point. when you're sitting on the edge of your shared bed, your phone buzzing, and you see a notification of matt updating his instagram story. thats all you need to see to make your head spin. him, pressing his hips against the damn sink, one arm raised so you can see his underwear, hair is a little messy. this man is a slut and he knows what he's doing.
you exhale sharply, staring at the picture completely lost in thoughts. you glance at the door and your legs already carrying you towards the bathroom where he's currently in. matt isn't the person to lock the door when he's showering, he knows you would never barge into the room. at least, he thought that. but here you are, walking into the bathroom while matt is in the cabin, completely unaware of your presence.
your top and a pair of pajama shorts are already on the floor as you sit on the sink, legs crossed and you stare at the shower cabin with the most mischievous grin on her face, waiting for matt to walk out of it and see you. and, pretty soon, he does. at first, brunette hasnt even notice you yet, but as soon as his gaze raises and locks on you, his jaw drops and eyes widen in surprise. the guy doesn't even care that he's in front of you, completely naked and drops of water flow down his body, his gaze on you and suddenly mouth becomes watery, a hint of excitement runs through his body, causing him to shift from a feeling of his growing erection.
you flash him your teasing smirk and invites him to take some steps closer with a quick motion of your hand. and matt obeys, walking closer to you and positioning himself between your legs, so you instinctively wrap them around his waist, pressing matt against the cold surface. he hisses slightly from the temperature difference, his hands against your sides as he looks at you, still a little surprised, but keeping his facade.
"saw your insta story," you murmur quietly, leaning closer so he can feel your breathing against the skin of his neck, causing brunette to shiver slightly, "couldn't hold m'self from sneaking into the bathroom, y'know?"
you start to pepper little kisses on his neck when his hands made their way to your hips, gripping enough to hold you still on the sink. one of his hands tugs on the fabric of your underwear in an attempt to slide it down your thighs and he whines in frustration and growing impatience when you refused to lift up a little and help him. the guy holds you up, making you let a little surprised gasp, and tugs your panties down your legs, teasing you.
your lips still on his neck, your soft skin makes contact with the cold sink, causing you to let out a shaky sigh, hands gripping matt's shoulder when you raise your head to him, eyes have this glimpse in them, telling matt everything he needs to know.
as soon as your panties lays down on the marble floor next to your top and pajama shorts, matt's hand already hovers over your core, deliberately brushing the tip of his index finger against your clit, which makes you gasp for air.
you hiss against his neck and bite down on the skin in revenge, her eyebrows furrowed together. you action only makes his scoff and matt, without wasting any second, pushes two his fingers inside you with no effort. he smirks down at you, noticing a slight hint of pain on your expression, mixed with already growing pleasure within you.
"jus' two more minutes, 'kay?" he whispers, his voice hoarse and thick with desire as he plunges his fingers deep inside you, curling them and hitting the right spot. your teeth sinks on his flesh, bites down on it and sucking a red mark on his neck. with a loud pop, matt pulls out his fingers with a loud pop, now pressing his long shaft against your core instead, thrusting it, but not entering your entrance yet. he wants to tease you, to watch your eyes roll and lips part in a soft, almost unnoticeable moan.
and when he's fully satisfied, matt sinks in slowly, causing a sharp sigh escape your lips. "s'tight even after my fingers," he hisses, a smirk present of his face. he doesn't move for a good minute or two, letting you adjust to his size. you nod faintly, so matt, without any warnings, start to rock into you with no mercy, sloppy sounds fill the room.
he looks down, watching his dick disappear in your entrance with each his movement, brunette whispers praises to you while you're getting dumb on him, turning into a literal babbling mess.
matt grabs your cheeks, turning your head to the mirror, he taps your cheek in an attempt to get your attention. "see? s'pretty and just f'me," he whispers, voice rough. but you cant even focus on anything, the feeling of matt fucking you right where you need him fills your head, clouding anything else there. he's so good to you, even too good.
your legs around his waist tighten, pressing matt against your body and you close your eyes, little moans fall past your lips and you cant control your body anymore, not when matt is deep inside you. "close, baby, s'close," matt leans closer and bites on your earlobe, his voice thick with desire and he pants heavily, letting you know that he's on the edge.
your thighs tremble uncontrollably and a wave of orgasm crashes over you, you clench around him as you're milking him, his name leaves your lips with a loud moan and you look at him through half-lidded eyelids, pressing matt against your body even more if its even possible as he hits your spot and chases his own pleasure.
as soon, as his own orgasms crashes down on him, matt pulls out in time, covering your stomach in white liquid. he pants heavily and raises his head to look at you, your fucked out expression and chuckles faintly.
"seems like i have to shower again, huh?"
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a/n: not proofread. english isnt my first language.
© mattsblue
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