#ఌpinkwrites

[pinksturniolo]

novacane

pairing: dealer!matt x stoner bsf (au)

summary: a stormy night on your college campus and an aching feeling in your chest that you just can’t get rid of. the perks of having a drug dealer as your best friend? he has just the remedy to make you feel better.

cw: smut, fluff, and drugs all rolled into one <3 fwb trope, smoking, oral fem receiving

a/n: not sure if this has been done before but i loved the idea, enjoy :) also this dealer!matt is soft and cutesy, def not ur usual dealer trope lol

but there's no drug around... quite like what i found in you…

Matt somehow always knows when you need him. The notification of his text lights up your phone at the perfect time, rain pattering against your window as the storm intensifies outside.

You awake? I got something that might cheer you up.

You replied instantly, inviting him to come over. It takes him all of 5 minutes to get there, since your dorm building is practically down the street from his. And when it’s this late at night, school security is most likely dozed off, not much for them to do on an empty school campus.

For the third time this week, Matt sits next to you on the bay window in your room, passing you the blunt that he rolled. His fingers brush yours, his eyes lingering on the somber expression of your face. You haven’t said a word since he got here except “Hello” and he finds himself craving to hear the soft lilt of your voice.

“Alright, enough moping. You gonna tell me what’s up with you?” He presses, blue eyes still burning into you until you finally meet his gaze. You suck on the blunt between your fingers, taking a hit before responding. “Do I have to?” You blow the smoke from your mouth, white clouds swirling in the dark blue shadows of the room. He stares at your lips when you exhale, a spark of electricity passing between you two as your fingers brush again when you pass it back to him.

 The window shakes as loud thunder rolls through the sky.

It's not that you were purposefully trying to avoid talking to him about what was bothering you. You truly just didn’t know what was wrong.

And he’s so in tune with your emotions, that he decides not to question you further. Instead, he tugs on the sleeve of your oversized shirt, signaling for you to move closer to him. Your body doesn’t resist, your knees knocking against his, as you snuggle into his side. He wraps his arm around your shoulder, and looks down at you, brushing the hair out of your face. “High yet?” He mumbles and smirks when you nod yes, a lazy smile on your face, eyes all glossy and red.

He takes a hit and leans down closer to you, placing his thumb lightly on your bottom lip and you open your mouth slightly, letting him exhale the smoke out, allowing you to shot gun the hit.

You giggle quietly when he traces his finger on your jaw, his soft touch tickling your skin. The half-finished blunt has now been forgotten, discarded somewhere on the padded bench of the bay window. Matt’s heart swells at your cute laugh, and he pulls you even closer to him.

Lightning flashes and the soft gaze between you two turns intense as the energy in the room shifts. Then his lips find yours and suddenly it’s like all your worries are gone and the dull ache that was in your chest has now travelled to the spot between your legs.

And when he traces his tongue on your bottom lip, silently asking for permission to deepen the kiss, your neediness only grows. A small whimper escapes from you, and he shifts slightly, taking your face in his hands, his lips now desperate on yours.

This wasn’t the first time he’s kissed you. Or touched you. Matt was known as the school dealer, and he’s been your best friend since before you could remember. But the more drugs he sold to you, the more times he found himself in your room late at night. And as of recently, he couldn’t stop thinking about you. The whole purpose of his job is to feed your addiction. But maybe he’s the one who’s addicted.

His mouth moves from your lips to the underside of your jaw, and you lean your head back, allowing him more access as he trails down your neck. His hand finds its way to your bare thigh, caressing the skin there before squeezing, his teeth grazing you as you sigh his name.

The hazy feeling of your high and Matt kissing and touching all over your body has your head in the clouds, and your heart pounding. His lips are at the hollow of your throat, inching past your collarbone and then stopping at the swell of your breasts, his fingers latched onto the bottom of your shirt. He looks up at you, his eyes shining in the darkness. “Can I take this off?” He asks quietly and you nod before he brings it up and over your head, tossing it to the floor.

He buries his face into your chest, hands gripping your waist, and you gasp when he tugs the cup of your bra down, taking your nipple into his mouth and swirling his tongue around it.

Matt was desperate for you now, groaning against you as you pulled on the strands of his hair. You sound so sweet, making little whimpers of his name and you’re breathing so hard, he can only imagine what kind of reaction you’ll have when he uses his tongue in other places.

“Fuck, I need to taste you. Please? Will you let me taste you baby?” He whines, his breath fanning against you as he switches to your other nipple, sucking and teasing you lightly with his teeth.

You moan again, your fingers pulling harder at his hair. “Yes Matt.” You can barely respond before he’s yanking your cotton shorts down your legs and sinking to his knees on your bedroom floor.

You rest against the window and grip the sides of the bench as he wraps your thighs around his head, kissing the soft inner flesh of your thigh. He tugs you down just a little, so his face is directly in front of your pussy, making eye contact with you as he sticks his tongue out, flat against your folds.

“Shit…” You curse, your legs tensing around him. He holds them firmly though, his fingertips digging into your skin. His tongue makes back and forth motions from your clit to your dripping hole, teasing you only for a moment before sliding the wet muscle into you, feeling your walls clench.

The pleasure is almost too good, and you arch your back slightly, moaning his name loudly. “Fuck, Matt…” He grips you even harder, leaving soon to be bruises on your legs. The only sounds that can be heard now are the storm raging outside, the exchanged pants of pleasure and the squelching of wetness Matt’s created between your thighs.

It’s only been a few minutes but you’re already close to orgasm, your whole body a lit with heat and your legs continuing to tremble around his head. His hold shifts to your hips, and he helps you thrust against his face, groaning loudly from how you’re absolutely falling apart above him.

“Mm-you taste so fucking good.. f-fuck.. come on baby, you can let go. It’s okay.” He mumbles against you, desperate for your release just as much as you are. His words only spur you on, and once his nose starts bumping against your clit and his tongue moves quicker inside of you, you release all the tension and let your orgasm wash over you. You’re panting his name repeatedly and relinquish the death grip you had on his hair while he strokes his hands up and down your legs, relaxing you until you come down from the high.

Matt places your feet back on the carpet and he’s also catching his breath, his face resting on your thighs as he still kneels in front of you.

Its then that he realizes he was so turned on and needy for your own pleasure, he came too, suddenly feeling the sticky mess in his sweatpants.

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[pinksturniolo]

oh, he’s definitely a tease for this one…

it’s giving…

you just finished a movie together, cuddling on his living room couch. it’s 2 am but you’re not getting any rest soon. he hasn’t kept his hands off you the whole movie and you’re so wet and needy for him, your core throbs as you straddle him on the couch. he feels so hard and big in his sweatpants and you slide your hands under his black wife beater, feeling his strong yet soft chest.

you can feel how fast his heart races and he kisses you slow, but deliberately. your hands travel to his face, feeling the scruff of his beard.

it’s all heavy breathing and low groans from him after that, trying to keep quiet as you let him slide into you while you sit on his lap, your shorts and panties pulled to the side. he presses his hands against your lower back, holding you closer to him. and the look in his eyes as you ride him, and the small moans of your name has you shaking and coming apart on top of him.

[pinksturniolo]

still need to edit it a lil but posting tn 💕