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good distractions | m.murdock

description: When Matthew was concerned, it was always easy for you to get distracted, wether intentionally on his part or not. And tonight’s distraction falls in the intentional category as he takes you away from a midnight snack to fuck you against the counter. Turns out not all distractions are bad.

includes: smut 16+, fluffy boyfriend matt (kinda), eating out, p in v sex, female anatomy (vaginas) but no boobs or she/her pronouns, fingering, slight sub matt smirks, very very slight pain kink, kinda rough sex, and light degradation + unprotected sex

a/n: this came about post nap so if it’s bad blame it on the nap. srsly don’t think i’ll ever get tired of writing matty tho love that man sm <3

word count: 3.5K

When Matthew was concerned, it was always extremely easy for you to get distracted.

It was never a big problem in your life as your distractions never got in the way of actual important things like work and such, and only took you away from miniscule chores or desires in life.

Like now.

It’s late, probably some time around two or maybe three AM. You hadn’t checked the time when you quietly slipped out of Matthew’s arms in bed as the hunger in your stomach and the drought in your throat were both more prevalent matters than knowing what time of night it was.

The night was one of those scarce ones where you and Matt were together the entire time, both tired from your respective professions, and so filled with love that you fell asleep in each other's arms before the clock even hit eleven. It was rare for you both, but so appreciated that you would not dare complain about the early turn in, even though you planned to work a little bit extra from home, and you knew Matt had the urge to go out in his slim black outfit.

The early bedtime and change in your routine meant you would awake earlier, your sleep predicted to be interrupted midway through the night as your body was not used to getting so many hours consecutively.

Which brought you here; feet padding on the cold floor as you make your way to the kitchen, the area flooding with cool light as you open the fridge, searching for anything quick and simple to eat.

Happily, your eyes land on strawberries, and then whipped cream. You take both out of the fridge as quietly as you could, placing them onto the counter before you head towards where you and Matt kept the glasses, closing the fridge on the way but not before taking the Brita out.

You’re four strawberries and a whole lot of whipped cream into your late night snack whenever you hear the call of your name.

Matthew’s voice is groggy, heavily laced with the comforting presence of a good sleep, but you can still hear the knowing smirk in the way he says the familiar syllables.

“I’m in here.” You tell him, even though you know he knows that.

There’s a bit of shuffling before he asks, “Are you eating strawberries right now?”

You pause, comically taking a bite from your strawberry and squirting whipped cream from the can into your mouth before saying a simple, “Yes”.

“And whipped cream from the can? You’re disgusting.” He’s up from bed now and making his way towards you. He moves with a slight limp, one he would only let known to you. The beating he took the night before wasn’t the worst, but since he didn’t go out tonight the bruising really had time to set now as the aching muscles were not forced to recover by superhuman-like fighting skills.

You can’t help but smile at the sight of him. His hair is disheveled, the strands pointing in all different directions at a length longer than usual. You know he’ll get a haircut soon but for now you enjoy the longer hair.

He’s only wearing a pair of black briefs pulled low on his hips and you mirror his semi-nude nature as you only wear an old tee you’ve had since high school which had shrunken at least a full size since then, a pair of cotton underwear peeking out from underneath.

“There’s been way worse things in my mouth before and you weren’t complaining.” You wrap your arms around your torso, holding yourself tight for a bit of forgone warmth.

The apartment was cold but nothing too unbearable, especially since you soon would be in the warmth of Matthew’s arms again as soon as he reached you.

“Because those ‘things’ weren’t straight-from-the-can whipped cream.” Matt remarks. You go to say something snarky back, but you forget to when Matt leans in and pecks your lips, tasting the strawberries and whipped cream from you. He hums and makes his way to the cabinet with the glasses but before he can reach it you say, “Water? Have some of mine.” Matt turns around, a pleased smile on his lips as he comes back to you, taking the glass from your hands.

You knew how much he adored drinking after you. You never quite understood why but you knew it had something to do with Matthew’s obsession with being close to you. And his obsession with you yourself, of course.

The countertop digs into the top of your bum as you watch Matthew selfishly finish off your glass of water, cheekily smiling your way and doing a very dramatic “ah” once the glass is emptied. You scoff, taking the glass from his hands and turning around to refill it with purified water for yourself.

It’s then that you start becoming distracted.

Matt takes a step forward, his hips pushing into yours, hands wrapping around your torso and his chin resting on your shoulder, engulfing you in his warmth as you had predicted. Although you welcomed his body against yours, your breath still hitches for a second, all of your senses taking in every part of him. You pause, mind now focused on the way Matt’s heartbeats feel against your back, and the way the bulge in his briefs feels against the top of your ass.

“Weren’t you doing something?” He jokes, the low vibration of his voice next to your ear startling you back into action. That and the tone he takes when he mocks you.

“Stop.” You murmur, ears hot with the embarrassment of being caught. “You know how easily I get distracted.” You take a sip of the now full glass of water, happy for your throat to get some liquid. Your burning skin cools from the touch of the water along your fingers and your throat. You take your hand, chilled from the glass, and press it to your cheeks, ignoring Matt’s cocky chuckle.

You and Matt stay like that for a minute, his large body wrapped around yours like a koala. He asks you to feed him a strawberry, and you squirt whipped cream onto the fruit before directing it back towards his mouth. Matt bites into it and his lips wrap around the ends of your fingers. The act itself was almost innocent and passed off as accidental, but once he swallows, he sucks, swirling his now empty tongue around the edge of your digits, cleaning the strawberry juice and whipped cream off.

You take your hand away from his mouth, placing the green bit of the strawberry onto the counter and cringing at your violated fingers. “You’re so gross.” You exclaim, turning your head to look at Matt’s perky face.

He looks boyish like this; messy hair, content expression on his face, unshaven scruff along his jawline, his brown unfocused eyes shining with the obnoxious light of the billboard outside of his window.

The sight of your lover is euphoric, filling you to the brim with joy and of course, the other sinful feelings that came with being near Matthew.

“And your work is less than adequate,” You start, now on a mission working towards a goal. Your eyes fall to your violated fingers, looking at the small bit of whipped cream and strawberry juice that Matt’s tongue had not reached.

“You missed a spot.”

“Did I?”

“Mhm.” You could’ve easily rinsed your fingers off, the sink was directly in front of you, but instead you pop your finger into your mouth, cleaning off the bit Matthew missed as you watch him listen. His jaw clenches and you can feel his muscles flexing where they still hold you, joined by a growing hardening at the top of your bum.

When you’re done, your mouth is free for Matthew to assault. His lips replace where your fingers had been, the taste of strawberries faint on him as his lips move in time with yours. He unwraps his arms from around your torso to grip your hips, forcing you to turn around to face him completely, your chest trapped between your bodies, pressed against his own harder one.

He places his hands against the counter, caging you in and keeping you from leaving. Not like you wanted to anyway.

Matthew kisses you vehemently, his body pushing you into the counter a bit too forcibly. The edges of the counter digs into your back and the heavy grip of Matt’s fingers dig into your hips. Both pinch your skin painfully. But you don’t hate it.

Your lover pulls away from your lips to allow the intake of air to enter your lungs, his lips instead moving to your neck where he peppers kisses the way down to your collarbone. “I could smell you from the bedroom earlier.” He mumbles. His fingers grip and nip at the skin of your hips and your butt, moving down to your thighs where his right hand comes to the front between your bodies, the left staying possessively on your hip.

“That’s what woke me. Not your strawberries.” He explains as he pushes your panties to the side.

Matthew runs a long stripe up the center of your core, gathering slick on his pointer and middle finger. You watch as he brings his fingers up between the both of you, taking a large inhale and sighing as your scent floods his olfactory senses, his unfocused eyes closing as he does so. Then, he takes his pointer finger into his mouth, cleaning the digit like he did yours a few minutes ago.

The middle finger, though, he leaves for you, pushing it past your lips while he reminds you that sharing is the right thing to do.

The taste is bitter on your tongue, but you have to admit that the smell was addicting and a bit intoxicating. But it was impossible for you to adore it in the way Matthew did.

He adores it so much he drops to his knees, sliding your panties down with him. He forces your legs as far apart as they can go within the confines of your underwear around your ankles. It would’ve taken less than a second for you to step out of them but Matthew is so desperate that he can’t wait for even a millisecond more.

As soon as his head is between your thighs, you feel the wet from his tongue on you, licking in the same path his fingers had led. His nose nudges your clit as he does so and you whimper, your hands flying to grip Matthew’s slightly too long strands.

Without any hesitation Matthew begins devouring you. He uses his hands on the side of your thighs to keep himself balanced, and his shoulders to keep you from closing your legs around his head, possibly suffocating him which he finds he would not mind that much. What better way to go?

You hadn’t felt Matt’s tongue in a longer extension of time than what is usual for the two of you, and you blame the lack of familiarity and the newer position for the way your stomach turns so fast. One of your hands is still tugging on Matthew’s hair, taking deep groans from him that vibrate against your pussy, and the other is gripping the edge of the counter in search of any stability.

Your head is thrown back, neck greeting the ceiling as soft moans, pleas and cries leave your strawberry flavored lips. You can vaguely realize Matt has taken his hands off the edge of your thighs, but you don’t fully notice until two fingers push into you and a calloused palm is rubbing against your stomach, leading up towards your chest.

Matt takes his head from your cunt to look up towards you, his thumb starting to rub at your clit while the fingers pump into you. He’s the one who looks fucked out even though you’re the one breathing heavily with your walls contracting on their own accord around Matthew’s fingers.

“You have no idea how good you taste.” He breathes, tongue darting out to lick his lips. It’s then that you notice the glistening along his chin and before he can go back in for more, you bring your hand from Matt’s strands to the side of his face, using your gentle hold on his cheek to guide him to your mouth. You meet him halfway, pushing your lips against his eagerly, desperate with a new found objective to taste yourself from his mouth.

Matt complies easily, allowing your tongue to enter his wet cavern. You hum into the kiss, delighted by the sweetness of your lovers mouth and the bitterness from your own essence.

When you finally allow yourself to part from Matt, you contradict his statement in a whisper placed close to his mouth.

Matt curses under his breath and he hesitates, every so slightly chasing your lips, to which you don’t give him the satisfaction of finding, the corner of your lips quirked up in a patronizing smirk.

Knowing that he wouldn’t get what he wanted, Matt dives back in, now moving more fervently than before. He’s murmuring into your cunt, either to you or it itself you can’t really decide and you don’t care to. His words are slurred together but you can make out chants of gonna make you come need you to come for me need to taste when you cum on my tongue.

“So good, Matt. You feel so good, doing so well.” You manage to praise him even though your tongue feels like it’s tied into knots. Your hips begin grinding against Matt’s mouth and for a split second, you try to decide against the movement.

But before you can stop your ministrations, one of Matt’s hands reach around and his fingers sink into your bum. He guides you through the movement, encouraging you to continue grinding against his tongue.

It’s all a lot, his fingers pumping curling and twisting inside of you, his tongue suckling along your labia and clit, his palm––now estranged from your bum as you continued moving on your own––now slapping the perked buds of your nipples, the slight burning scrape of his barely-there beard on your inner thighs, all mixing together to bring a hot feeling in a general area along your pelvis, causing you to clench around Matt’s fingers and your muscles to seize.

Matt notices your contracting muscles, recognizing it as your telltale sign of reaching the edge and he leads you there until you’re moaning above him, high and pitchy, your heartbeat crescendoing as you spill around his tongue, giving him just what he wanted.

He coaxes you down, the slapping on your breast now turning into a gentle massage, his fingers slowing to a soft thrust and his mouth kissing on and around your centre.

He’s still mumbling into your cunt, words now soft as he talks you down (“that’s it you’re so good to me”).

When Matt stands to his feet, he doesn’t bring your panties back with him and you know you’re not done. Not yet.

“Can I feel you, sweetheart? I wanna feel you.” He asks, his tone pleading as if you would ever deny him.

You push his hair out of his face and kiss his nose, then his lips, before assuring him. “Of course you can.”

He grins and meets your lips for another kiss before he’s gently turning you around to face the counter, and then not so gently pulling your hips out to him.

He’s quick to pull his cock out of his briefs, guiding it between your lips and teasing you for just a second. You don’t have to complain for him to not tease, though, because you know how needy he’s feeling and he wouldn’t be able to hold out for much longer.

And Matthew once again proves you right when he then lines himself up and bottoms out with a single thrust, sinking himself into you easily.

He groans, his forehead coming to lean on the tip of your spine as he tries to give you a second to adjust. But you can feel him twitch, can feel the way his fingertips dig into the flesh of your hips, gripping the skin as he struggles against the urge to move. Luckily, you’re fine and you let him know by pulling your hips forward as best as you can in the tiny space (which makes it practically impossible for you to move forward so you’re more so going upward than anything) and sinking back down onto him.

Matt takes the bait happily and he begins thrusting into you at a steady, moderate pace. He’s panting behind you already, so wound up just from tasting your pussy, which you tell him.

“You sound so pretty, Matty. You’re so wound up just from tasting me, yeah? So needy. You love this pussy, don’t you?” It’s a rhetorical question, you both know that in the same way you both know the answer is yes. But he still answers like the good boy he is.

“Fuck––yes, I do. You know I do.” He stutters a bit, as do his hips when he feels you clench around him.

“Then show me how much. Show me how much you love it.”

Matthew easily obliges. He pauses for a second but only to pull your hips out further and force the bottom half of your belly over the counter, pushing down onto your mid back, wordlessly instructing you to arch.

He then fucks into you harder, the sounds of skin slapping against skin filling the apartment. With each thrust, Matt’s balls slap against your clit, providing just enough stimulation to reintroduce that tight feeling in your gut. You push your hips back to meet him, forcing your ass up further into the air so that you can get more contact with Matt’s balls. He catches on to what you’re doing when you rise to the balls of your feet and push your chest down until your head is practically in the sink.

Matt chuckles lowly, his thrusts not faltering as he rubs his thumb along your skin softly, contrasting the harsh snap of his hips.

“Aw,” He coos. “You’re so pathetic, sweetheart. So desperate for any sort of relief, huh?” He’s leaned down over your back now, lips moving at the shell of your ear as the words directly reach your ears from his mouth.

You mewl, head leaning back to make contact with the top of his shoulder. “It’s okay. I’ll give you what you want.”

His palm is rough against your soft skin, trailing from your hip to your womb where he gives a gentle push down, causing you to briefly feel the drag of his cock inside you, a sensation that has your eyebrows pushing together and a particularly low groan leaving your lips. Matt only laughs a bit, abandoning the move and going back to his original path which leads directly to your clit which still has not completely recovered from your boyfriend's mouth.

It only takes a few circular rubs until you’re coming unexpectedly, your body going limp against the counter, Matt holding you steady with his forearm.

You’re babbling swears with Matt’s name blended in between them as you reach your peak and then struggle to come down from it. It’s hard to do so with Matt still unrelentlessly fucking into you, chasing his own peak determinedly. You can’t do much to help him since you’re so fucked out yourself, but you do your best by clenching around his cock, pushing yourself (and Matt since he’s still leaning over you) off of the counter enough to slip a hand down, blindly searching for Matt’s balls. It’s hard to fondle them with his hips snapping into yours, but you do your best which proves to be enough when Matt’s hips stutter and he cums into you with a low cry.

It takes both of you a second to recover but Matt, with the better stamina, does first. He pulls out, a spill of cum following him and streaming out onto the floor.

“Well shit,” You murmur, looking down at the mess made on the floor and between your thighs.

“Fucking you against the counter seemed like a good idea at the time before I realized that we would have to clean it up.”

“We?” You ask playfully. “It’s your mess.”

You slip out of Matt’s arms in the seconds that he’s momentarily shocked, giggling all the way to the bathroom as you hear him complain about you making the “blind guy clean it up”.

When you come back out, inner thighs wiped clean and a fresh pair of panties covering your bum, you see Matt grumbling as he throws away a dirty paper towel, the sight humoring you as you go back to bed, waiting for your lover to join.

A short while later and sleep is pulling at your limbs, seducing you to join its grasps like a lover, your own lover urging you to do the same with his arm wrapped around you.

But just as your eyes close for the last time and you feel your body relax in the way that you can’t stop it from doing, your vision going dark and mind blank, Matthew says, “You forgot about the strawberries. Which was your mess.” He kisses your shoulder teasingly.

“They’re waiting for you on the counter where you left them, by the way.”

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schrodingers-pet-cat · 1 year ago

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This is my first ever post. I’m probably going to use this like twitter, but better. I have a small taste of my fan fiction that i write in my free time👀 if anyone happens to see this, please PLEASE give feedback. that’s better than anything ever. be specific (for the love if god be specific)

I switch from fandom to fandom, here’s a favorite I’ve written. I write specifically androgynously so all can enjoy.

Here you go, for my girls, gays, and non-binary (me) babes <33

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This is the start of a Call Me By Your Name fanfic. This has a full name, but idk if i’m willing to give the name or full story up yet. We’ll see how the “Alpha Test” goes.

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It was especially hot that night. I needed to do laundry. All I saw were boxers in my bag. In the bottom of one of his drawers, I found a t-shirt, opened the shutters and left the blankets at my feet. Getting to sleep was easy, staying asleep though, that was difficult.

I was visiting Marzia for the week and she let me stay at her friend’s place, Elio, since she had no room. I apparently stole his extra room. When he and I first met, we hit it off. The three of us talked for hours, watching the sun go down, swimming, and staying up for the stars. Even after she fell asleep in the grass, me and him kept talking. I got the nickname,” Nero,” because I formed a relationship with a black cat, the size of a basketful of fruit. We named it Neri Frutto, because of the comparison. He had a beautiful Villa that the cat walked around. I was amazed I was staying there.

He told me about this other American guy, Oliver, and how he had been staying with them as well. He was leaving soon and I was only supposed to be staying a week. I stayed far longer than that.

I woke up around 4, 4:30 in the morning. I was sweating and thirsty. I got up for a glass of water. I opened his creaky door and explored the house although I had been there for 2 days. Navigating only through moonlight reflections, I found the kitchen and poured myself some water. I leaned over the sink and chugged the entire glass, not caring about getting myself wet. Puffing for air, catching my breath.

I heard the old floor boards creek above me, and looked up. Wiping my face I walked out the nearest door, looked up to the second story

…waited, and Neri hopped on the window sill staring at me. I smiled and made my way back up the stairs, into the extra room.

I layed on my back and took a deep breath, relaxing my muscles. In the quiet chirping of bugs and rustling of leaves, I heard a voice, and recognized it. Then another, and recognized that one, too. I sat up slightly, moving the shutters over my chest and looking out the window. It was the boys! Elio and Oliver, talking, this late at night? I listened closer, putting my ear towards them, and noticed they weren’t just talking.

I looked closer, and ducked my head behind the wall, realizing what I had eavesdropped on. My face stayed frozen, processing what I should do. Then my shoulders relaxed, and curiosity fronted my interest. I looked over the white wood, watched, and lowered my head again.

I stared at the ceiling, simply listening to the sounds coming into the room. My mind wasn’t racing, it was calm and still. I let my mind wander to whatever possibility it wanted. My hands started to roam, then my legs. My knee bumped the corner of the shutter and they fell closed. I jumped and stopped it from moving any further.

The noises halted for a moment, and then I couldn’t hear them talking. It was too low. Realizing I’d been caught, I just slowly closed the shutters. Although my heart racing, my mind was still focused. I thought for a moment, listening for any sign of a presence. Once I’d heard normal talking again, I flashed the blinds. Oliver’s deep voice sounded quietly panicked, but Elio, he had his curious and playful tone.

In a whisper yell, he said,” Nero, is that you?” I flashed the blinds. I flashed the blinds twice.

Again, he said,”Were you listening?”

I moved the blinds up and down, up and down. They mumbled to each other, then Elio said,”Hold on, we’re coming up!”

I froze. I didn’t know what I was doing! I barely knew Oliver. I was just in boxers and a shirt! Did they want to talk? Did they expect something else?

#call me by your name #oliver cmbyn #elio cmbyn #for the girls gays and non-binary babes #fanfiction

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