#Matt jackson smut

[madhatterbri]

Look At Me | M.J.

Summary: "You look at me when I'm talking to you," 18+.

Author's Note: My mind went places. I'm just a girl. 😂 We will file this under things that should have stayed in my head. There is no part 2.

Matthew Jackson Masterlist

Taglist: @magicalbuttertarts @smallestsnarkestgirl @mrsarcherofinfamy

The bedroom television before Matt and Y/N turned off. A blush flushed her cheeks. Now that he saw her favorite moment at Blood and Guts, she was embarrassed to have shown him. It wasn't the wrestling or the blood. It was a specific saying he told Hangman.

"You look at me when I'm talking to you? That was your favorite part?" He questioned with a raised eyebrow.

Y/N bit the inside of her cheek and nodded. The room temperature resembled that of the sun's surface. It was the aggression on how he spoke to Hangman. She needed that from him badly. "I want you to tell me that when well when we,"

"What's stopping us now?" Matt asked.

She licked her lips. Words wanted to spill out, yet she couldn't find what to say. When no words formed, she kissed him.

Their bodies pressed together as they sat on the bed. His hand finds its way to her cheek. Eyes closed, they are only going by instinct. Once they pull apart, they can see the desire in the other's eyes.

Matt pushes Y/N to lay back on the bed. He hovers over her. Kisses are peppered from her lips to her neck. He unbuttoned her shirt. "I'm so lucky to have you,"

The Young Buck takes off his own shirt. Y/N doesn't shy away from taking his muscular body in. Her hand wraps around his neck and pulls him in for another kiss. His fingers find their way to the front of her bra. He unclasps her bra.

"I want you," Y/N admitted.

He removed her shorts and underwear. Her stomach filled with butterflies at his gaze. The love in his eyes matched nothing she had ever seen before. Without saying anything, he always knew how to make her feel beautiful.

Y/N gasped as skilled fingers worked her. The room filled with the sounds of her pleasure. Just before she came undone, he stopped. "Get on your hands and knees,"

Without hesitation, she followed his orders. With no shame, she watched as he undressed. The bed dipped behind her. Matt positioned himself behind her. He grabbed her hips and thrusted.

Matt panted and enjoyed the feel of his walls clenching around him. When she lost patience with his slow demeanor, Y/N pushed back into him. He held her hips tighter to keep her in place. "Patience,"

"Matt, please," she whined and bit her lip. Her face buried in the mattress below her. Her boyfriend took pity on her and continued. The thrusts were slow and shallow. He was fishing for a reaction out of her.

"You seem frustrated. Tell me what you want," he informed her. She could feel him smiling behind her.

With her face buried in the mattress, she felt her cheeks flush. "Please,"

"I don't know," he stopped. "You look at me when I'm talking to you,"

Y/N felt herself clench around him. The demand in his voice woke something inside of her. She swallowed and raised her head. She stopped the moment she saw his reflection in the mirror.

His gaze was intense. Chocolate brown eyes stared into hers. Matt's normal amused expression was lost. She didn't dare loom away from the mirror. The risk wasn't worth the reward.

"Tell me what you want," he demanded.

She licked her dry lips. Embarrassed, yet needy, she caved to his demand. "I need more, Matt, oh,"

He didn't waste a second. Their skin slapped together. Pleasured sounds coming from the both of them. Matt rubbed his hand down her waist to the front of her. His thumb worked her clit.

He watched in amusement as her back arched. She gripped the sheets under her tightly. Her lips parted to call out his name. "Ma...Matt!"

Her legs jerked under her. Eyes rolled to the back of her head, the orgasm washed over her. Matt continued his pace through it. His thrusts started to get messy. Soon, he pushed himself to the brim and came. He panted and waited to catch his breath.

Once they were both level-headed, he pulled out of her. They cuddled in bed, basking in the after glow of what just took place. He held her close to him. Her head rested on his chest.

"Maybe we should watch some more old shows to see if anything else gets you wound up too," he teased.

[daddyhausen]

commission 2/4 for @ospreayelite

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「 MASTERLISTS 」 | 「 AEW MASTERLIST 」 | 「 MATT JACKSON MASTERLIST 」

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「 SUMMARY 」 — you’ve never squirted before. matt makes it his mission to make her squirt multiple times over

「 WARNINGS 」 — 18+, [ MINORS DNI ], fingering, soft sex, groping, praise, multiple orgasms, male + female orgasms, vaginal sex, penetrative sex, unprotected sex squirting, internal cumshots, vaginal creampie

「 WORD COUNT 」 — 3.1k

「 PAIRING 」 — fem!reader x matt jackson

「 GENRE 」 — smut

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「 TAGLIST 」 — @cosmoholic13 @thewrestlingbitch @omg-im-such-a-masochist @adamjf @wardlow @alexisquinnlee-bc @sammiejane22 @im-just-a-mississippi-girl @omegasluvbot @melissahausen @writtingrose @drummergrl1310 @unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin @bonehead-playz @legit9thlunaticwarrior @cherrytheeredheadmamaclaymore @crowleysqueenofhell @romanreigns-supreme @janetreader @thenerdybaker523 @sunshinevirus @nicoleveno14 @rubyred1980 @harmshake @igncrxntripley @ripleyswhore @embermdk @thepalaceofmelanie @violetmacher @seeingstarks @kennysbadkitten @darkangelchronicles @ripleyswife @selena-tyler-564 @auburnwrites @biforrollynch

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matt sat at the edge of the bed completely perplexed by the string of words that just left your lips. all the while you crumpled into an embarrassed heap, red faced and naked before your loving husband, shying away into your knees to avoid his pleading gaze

“wait wait…’ he began, joining you at the top of the bed, back pressed against the headboard, still trying. to gauge your words

“what do you mean you’ve never squirted before?” he questioned, repeating your words, smoothing down stray strands of hair that fell across your eyes and atop your forearms. his hand made its way under your chin, guiding your face up to meet his gaze. the honey-brown of his irises bared his soul, trying to give comfort in your rather self-imposed, embarrassment

your eyes scanned his features, hoping to not find any mockery or judgement behind them. you didn’t, thankfully. you knew matt loved you wholeheartedly. he was mature enough to not judge you on something so juvenile and quite frankly unimportant. yet in the back of your mind, your own thoughts kept persisting, just lingering on that he might find your repulsive or not a decent lover.

you opened your mouth to speak but hesitated for a moment, letting a soft breath exhale from your lips before shutting them again. the calloused pad of matt’s thumb swiped over your bottom lip daintily, smearing some of the glittery lip gloss you’d been adorning throughout the day, his thumb now shiny and shimmering under soft lamp-light, an almost golden hue to the pearlescent speckles that graced his skin.

“its not that i’ve never wanted to…” you began, biting your bottom lip in hesitance as your avoided your loving husbands gaze once more, cheeks buried with a heated fury, all the while matt stared with a worried yet, understanding glance

“i just…i’ve tried but i don’t know how…” you admitted coyly, a small chuckle leaving your lips just at how ridiculous this entire scenario sounded. especially falling on the ears of your adoring husband, who was nothing short of compassionate throughout every ordeal you faced. he surely knew that this would have not been an easy thing for you to confess.

he understood that women were always put high on a pedestal of sexual prowess, needing to be good but not too good to overshadow their male counterparts. experienced but not to the point where they know more than he. consequently not inexperienced enough to not know what they’re doing. to be virgins but not be clueless, to be experienced but to not have slept around. the expectation was too high to compete with, he’s come across women who feel like they need to fuck like porn stars in order to please their lovers, being able to endure such reckless, uneducated encounters and be expected to put out afterwards.

matt gave a solomon hum in response, placing a gentle hand upon your knee tracing featherlight shaped up and down your calf, from knee to ankle, travelling slowly back up your thigh until he rested the tips of his fingers against your exposed hip bone. he leaned into you, his free hand wrapped around your shoulders, pulling your warm, naked frame into his chest, allowing you to listen to the soft, rhythmic thrums of his heart beat amongst the silence that flooded the bedroom. his fingers threaded lightly through the strands of hair, massaging your scalp with slow, gentle strokes

“you know i love you, right?” he questioned, his voice barely above a whisper, accompanied with a subtle, tired and husky rasp that you’d become so accustomed to in the midnight hours over the years. you replied with a small him, nuzzling yourself into the warmth of his broad chest. his head resting idly atop of yours, leaning down to kiss your hairline before pulling away to gaze upon your features momentarily

“and i never want you to think you need to be embarrassed of things like this. don’t this you not being able to do something makes me love you any less”

the calloused pad of his thumbs felt so coarse against your smooth cheeks. your heated skin burning against the relative coolness of his palms, succumbing to his touch, his embrace. the whites of your eyes become glossy, pupils blown with adoration and utmost love towards your husband, who stared back with the most endearing smile that you could not help but fall deeper in love with.

“you want me to help you?” matt quipped with his usual flirtatious tone, amorous flair dripping from the tip of his tongue. your body grew more heated, a furious blush burned your cheeks, feeling him nuzzle into your neck and squeeze at your hips

“and how would you go about doing that?” you murmured seductively, leaning up to trail kisses against his jawline, the corse, wiry strands of his beard tickled your skin. he pursed his lips into a thin line, humming sweetly with a cocky undertone, almost as if he was challenging your words

“i have my ways” he retorted, resuming his fiery passion with hungry kisses across your jawline and neck. matt shuffled slightly in the mattress, the silky bed sheets provided a cool sensation to his hot flesh. he positioned himself behind you, his large chest pressed against your back, a calming effect it had on you, setting aside your nerves for now as he held you close.

matt began to lick and nip at your neck, taking the soft skin between his lips and lightly nibbling and marking the flesh. a chorus of soft moans reverberated into your skin, making your writhe and shudder closer into him

“matt…” you whimpered, feeling his ring-worn palms brush against your perky nipples, the swollen buds sensitive and overstimulated from his persistent touching, eventually he took them between two fingers, his index finger and thumb, lightly twirling and yanking them as pleasured moans erupted from your lips

“please…” you continued between shaky breaths, matt gave your nipples one final tug, and a hard one at that, the initial sting as he release sent shockwaves of pleasure to your core. he returned to groping your breasts, the pillowy mounds turning to soft, malleable putty in his palms, squeezing and contorting the flesh however he saw fit.

“be patient, princess…” matt’s words were tantalisingly sweet in your ears, his voice still held that low rumble, reminiscent of a growl or another guttural sounding remark. his hands trailed slowly down your stomach, delicate touches were all you felt at the feeling would grow and dissipate in intervals the lower his digits sunk. eventually, he stopped at the mound of your sex, tracing the indents of your hip bones and pelvis, the axis of where your thigh and hip met, down your thighs and close to your ass where flesh was not covered by silky cream coloured sheets.

your skin burned and tingled with his touch, so desperate, craving him more. begging for him to please you like a husband should. his fingers continued to explore your flesh, inching back to your mound, in between your thighs where he slotted both hands between them, slowly beckoning your thighs open.

“spread ‘em for you, sweetheart” you gave no resistance as he spread your thighs apart for you. his fingers traced delicate lines across your mound, with one finger between your folds, spreading your wetness around and against your inner thighs. your moans sweet, interjected with small hitches of your breath each time your husband’s rugged finger would circle around your clit

“so wet for me” he muttered against the skin of your neck, words muffled through frantic kisses. he spread your folds further, dipping two fingers into the warm wetness of your cunt. despite just being his fingers, the stretch of your cunt around him was nothing short of wonderful, feeling both digits curl deep inside you was just as mesmerising as the first time you both engaged in it

his name mixed in with your moans, so ravenous with so much want for your husband’s touch. his lips pecked the delicate skin, peppering feverish kisses to your jawline, feeling himself grow hard against the small of your back. a throb that was persistent and evident against your skin. his tip engorged and red, drooling with warm beads of pre-cum, uncontrollable with his lust

“good girl…” he cooed, nipping gingerly at your earlobe. “you ‘ve always been so good for me”

all you could muster was a small hum in response, feeling his fingers dig and curl deeper into your dripping cunt, the digits glossy with your sweetness each time he would pry them from your warmth. you tilted your head back, gasping and moaning into his jawline, leaving wet open-mouth kisses to the flesh.

the rumbles of his moans resonating low in his chest, the soft vibration between your shoulder blades and against your back. it was a comfort you’d found yourself melting into, a comfort that made life feel safe and serene. just warm against the heat of his chest

his fingers curled deeper into your void, gathering your sticky wetness, about ready to spill down your thighs. he could feel the heavy pulses around his digits, the pull of your cunt dragging him deeper into the void of arousal. his cock throbbing with such desires that could rival the sinful wanting of the devil himself. matt’s teeth would gently nip and bit at your skin, pulling you out of your euphoric pleasures for a moment to gasp and mewl at the sensation

“matt…” you whimpered once more, his name lingering on the cusp of your breaths, rolling off the tip of your tongue with such ease and much to his amusement. your cunt ached with a dull throb, pulsating with heat as you tried to calm yourself, feeling that arousal bubble in your belly, wetness beginning to pool around your husband’s fingers.

“don’t fight it, princess. just let it happen” matt cooed sweetly, momentarily deafening the wet squelching sound between your thighs, a pool of wetness vide toy forming between them.

“oh fuck-“ you cried out, orgasm rushing through you like a tidal wave.

“that’s it, pretty girl” your husband’s voice lulled you through your orgasm, blankets damp, a puddle of your juices between your shaking thighs. matt’s finger is still forcibly filling your void, egging you on, desperate to get another orgasm out of you.

“matt please…” you cried out again. the sound of your wet, dripping cunt, oozing warmth around your husband’s fingers was almost too much to bear. matt remained silent momentarily, merely enjoying the sounds your body produced. the sweet wet squelch between your thighs, your frantic whimpers, your please for him to give you more, something, anything. just another chance to revel in your orgasm.

“give me one more, sweetheart. i know you can”

“matt i can’t-“ you panted, evidently breathless from the lovely assault from his fingers. your cunt so overly and thoroughly stimulated. so sensitive to his touch, body practically jolting and shuddering every time his fingers would curl inside of your cunt or gingerly graze across your clit.

with that, you spilled over once more. this time matt releasing his fingers from your void. your sweetness gushing down your thighs, like a fountain. an audible gasp left your lips at the visible wet stain between your thighs, the sheets completely soaked, as were matt’s fingers. the calloused digits literally dripping with you, with your sweetness, the culmination of your arousal

he gave no hesitation in bringing them towards his lips, sucking and cleaning his fingers, his tongue lapping up your sweetness like a man lost in the desert dying of thirst. that insatiable thirst instantly quenched upon your juices mingling with his taste buds

you could not help but be overcome with a profound embarrassment, cheeks heated and flush with orgasm but also shame. you’d ruined your favourite bedsheets, made a mess of them. your inner thighs glistening and wet with your own warmth. you don't necessarily know how to feel, despite your husband's resounding, proud smile. you felt…disgusted in a way at yourself for making such a mess. matt took note of your sombre expression, his mood chipper mood instantly softening to one of worry and heartache

“no, my sweet girl. you did so well”

it’s like he could read your thoughts, his mind synching with your own in some telepathic marital bond. his hands fell to your shoulders, massaging the taut flesh, trying to absolve some of your stress and worries away. his lips leaving soft, lingering kisses to the back of your head, subtly in having your sweet scent.

“you sure?” you questioned, desperate for your loving husband’s undying reassurance. “i mean. i made a mess”

the aforementioned bedsheets, soaked, cold and sticking to your heated skin slightly

“that’s the fun part” matt retorted cheerfully, trying to brighten up the mood. he wrapped his muscular arms around your frame, pulling you in, once more to his chest, his breathing regaining slightly, feeling the subtle thrum of his heartbeat against your back.

“don’t worry about the sheets sweetheart. go get yourself ready in the shower, i’ll be with you in a minute” matt hummed softly against your hair, plain going another lingering kiss to your temple before getting up, gathering the sheets in a bundle as you stood up.

you made your way into the bathroom, your cunt still aching and dripping with pleasure. you sure as hell knew matt wasn’t done with you yet. the heated lights rained down on your skin, only emphasising the burning sensation that ran throughout your body. turning the water on, letting the water run cold for a moment before stepping in, hoping it would cool down some of the desire that burned within you.

you hissed as the frozen water met your skin, soon feeling relieved as it effectively cooled down your system. in matt’s absence you gathered the lavender and bergamot shampoo in your palm, lathering it in your hair, sighing in relief at the sensation. matt silently entered alongside you, placing sweet kisses to your neck and the tops of your shoulders as you raised the shampoo out of your hair. his hips instantly began grinding against your ass, his cock still semi-hard against your skin.

“god i fucking love you, princess” he mumbled against your skin, guiding the swollen tip of his cock bee teen your thighs, parting your soaked folds , slipping his cock deep inside of your wet cunt. you gasped at the sensation, at the force of his movements. he smelled into you with vigorous force trying to pry another orgasm from your walls almost instantly. water beating down on both your skin, enveloping you in clouds of steam and sweat sticky against your skin

you hummed along the lines of an “i love you too” in response to your husband’s loving praise. his cock stretching and slamming deep into your aching cunt. your body shuddering with pleasure, still so overstimulated from your first orgasm, that you could barely stand. matt wrapped an arm around your waits, keeping you still while repeatedly fucking you back onto his cock.

the gentle lulls and pulls of his movements kept you alert, on edge a matter of fact. brain hard wired, fixated on nothing but chasing your inevitable orgasm. your husband’s hands hungrily groped your flesh, trailing up towards your breasts, staring at your hips where he previously held, fingernails digging into the skin, not hard enough to cause bruising, but strong enough to leave small indents in their wake. travelling upward, his palms mingling with the supple flesh of your waist, caressing the small soft pouch of your tummy that jutted out slightly, your womb although empty for the time being, soon to be prime and ready for nurturing and growing his offspring. he held his hands stagnant against your flesh for a little longer than anticipated, simply daydreaming of the day where your belly would finally be swollen and full of his seed. he rid the thought from his mind hastily, focusing on the now, which was to make your pretty cunt drool around his cock.

his hands finally came to your breasts, instantly squeezing them, massaging the mounds of supple, pillowy flesh between both his palms in intervaling circles, feeling your swollen nipples harden against the parts between his fingers. moans spilling from your lips like a chorus of angels harmonising, in pure wanderlust the both of you were.

in a moment of pleasure your eyes met, arching your head to the side, meeting his gaze, staring deep into those pools of cocoa, almost black of his irises, pupils dilated in a frenzy of arousal. breaths being caught between booth your parted lips, swallowing each others moans

“cum around this cock, princess. i know you want to” matt cooed, his voice sickly sweet on the tip of his tongue, his breaths beginning to labour and shaky with uncertain breaths, his body shuddering and jutting against yours just as desperate for release. in a frantic attempt to help your husband get you off, you let two fingers fall between your thighs, beginning to stroke and rub your aching clit in circles, the pearl oversensitive to your own rough touches

“oh fuck. matt please! i’m cumming-“ your cries muffled with the hum of the shower. squirting around your husband’s cock just as you did his fingers previously. the result is far more intense, visually and physically, despite your thighs already coated in a warm slick from your previous orgasm, the sensation only heightened the second time round. matt’s praises fell on deaf ears, a dull, almost deafening ring buzzing through your ears as you were finally relieved of your orgasm, completely unresponsive to the fact you husband had just filled you to the brim, his seed coating your outer folds, mingling with the sticky wetness of your own orgasm on your inner thighs.

“such a fucking messy girl…” matt breathes into the crook of your neck, peppering lazy kisses to your skin, trailing up tp behind your ear.

“should make you cum like that more often”

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[bullet-clubs-bitch]

AEW Wrestlers Pregnancy Headcannons

Summary: AEW Wrestlers (Ft. Zack Sabre Jr and Nic Nemeth) reactions to finding out you are pregnant

Wrestlers mentioned: Kenny Omega, Nick Jackson, Matt Jackson, Jay White, Zack Sabre Jr, Nic Nemeth and Samoa Joe

Part 1 Part 2 Part 4 Main Masterlist

Kenny Omega

It wasn't a secret that Kenny didn't want kids

He didn't even want a long term relationship as he claimed he wanted to be 100% focused on wrestling.

That was until he met you, he was instanly headover heels in love with you. Yet his opinion on children never changed

When you found out you were pregnant you were terrfied

You didn't know how Kenny would react to the news.

When you told him he broke out in tears.

Deep down inside he always wanted to be a dad

Kenny would not leave you side during your whole pregnancy

He would talk to your growing bump and fall asleep listing to the baby's heart beat

Kenny is such a girl dad, he would be the best father

Of course his daughter would come out with Kenny's gorgous curls

Nick Jackson

When Nick found out you were pregnant he was in pure shock

The two of you always wanted children but it never seemed to work out

When you unexpectedly found out when you were pregnant you coudn't wait to tell Nick, knowing how happy he would be

Nick would be all over you during your pregnancy

He would'nt let you lift a finger, he would take such good care of you. He's such a sweetheart!

He would be a great father

Matt Jackson

When Matt thought you were messing with him when you told him you were pregant. He thought you were playing a joke, although there was a bit of fear in his eyes.

Not because you were pregnant but because you were just pregnant a few months ago. He was more confused on how you were already pregnant again.

Matt would definitely keep you locked away at home constany pregnant. I know he only has two kids but I know he definitely wanted like six.

He would show you off, he was so proud of creating a life with you

He would deffinitly brag about how he got you pregnant

Jay White

You stood looking at the pregnancy test in shock

You couldn't believe you were pregant, you were so young

Jay had just taken over bullet club, this was no time to be having a child

Jay had to find out the hard way that you were pregant because you thought it would be easier to hide it from him

When you confessed you were pregnant he was shocked on why you were so upset about it.

He thought it was a great thing that you were pregnant

Although young Jay (Jay without the beard) was not the best father he sure did try his best.

He loved playing with his son, the two of them were best friends and looked identical

You practically cloned your boyfriend

Zack Sabre Jr

When Zack found out you were pregnant he was confused, almost like he wasn't sure how the two of you could have possibly made a baby when he damm well knew how you made a baby.

Zack would be the paranoid dad

He would read every parenting book to make sure he was doind everything right

He would love that child to death and protect the hell out of them

At times it was like Zack was also pregnant because he swore he was getting your pregnancy symtoms

He would get you whatever you were craving at whatever time

Sometimes he would judge your weird food combinations

Zack is the dad who would be holding three cameras all at diffrent angles to get the perfect shot of your kids christmas concert

He would play with your kid for hours outside and whever you went out it was like he was preparing for a zombie apocalypse

The man carried everyting needed to preform open heart sugery on him at all times, it was almost concerining

Nic Nemeth

Nic always wanted to be a father but he accepted early on it just simply wasn't going to happen

Relationships just never seemed to work out for him, that was until he ran into you one day. And I mean ran into you. Nic had physically run into you at a show one day.

From the moment he saw you he fell in love, you were the girl of his dreams and he knew he couldn't mess this relationship up

For once Nic felt like thing would work out for him

When you told him you were pregnant it was the best day of his life

He coudn't wait to be a father! The thought of being a older dad never bothred Nic, he was just happy he could finally do the one thing he wanted most

He would build you a beautiful nursary and love that child so much

Samoa Joe

You just know Joe would be a massive teddy bear

He would take such good care of you and your baby

If someone even dared to look in your direction he would go into attack mode, he was exteemly overprotective in the best way possible

Joe would cater to your every need, going to get everything you were craving. Even if it was in the middle of the night.

Joe would be sympathetic during your pregnancy

He would probbaly eat all of your cravings with you so you didn't feel alone

He would confort you during all of your emotional outbirsts and show you so much love

This man's love language is acts of service and physical touch to you know he won't let you lift a finger during your pregnancy

[coleskingdom]

Master List

Who I write for:

Adam Cole

Christmas Vacation

Grinning Like the Devil

Story time

Letting Someone Go

Your Revenge

Disappointed

Anti hero

Neglected

Need

Adam Squared ( Adam Page and Adam Cole)

Overheard

Hangman Adam Page

Cover Me Up AU

A Grand Adventure AU

Debut AU

Something More

Keep You Safe

Nights Like These

Le Petit Mort

Walls

I Wonder

So Your a Doctor Now

Consequences

What Was

Summertime

Buckles

Jay White

Mine Mine Pt 2 Mine Pt 3 Mine Pt 4 Mine Pt 5Mine Pt. 6 Mine Pt 7

High Rollers Keep Em High

Hands on You

Say It

Bang Bang BBQ

Sunday Drive

Dynasty

Hall Pass

Cold

Care

Not My Blood

Lifetimes

K

Matt Jackson

Little Dear

Hips and Thighs

Sunday Funday

Man in The Mirror

Early Morning Phone Call

Always

Will Ospreay

The Only Thing I Ever Wanted

Pictures

Commonwealth Kingpin

Laundry Day

Want Me to Prove It

Handsy

Lost in Translation

Requests are open

[midwestmade29]

Tease 😎

To Anonymous: Thanks for your request! Gotta love EVP Matthew 😏 I hope you like it 🖤

Word count: 1.6k Divider by: @saradika-graphics GIF by: Me 🙂

Original anonymous request: Can I request the prompt “You’re in no position to tease baby, remember that.” with EVP Matt Jackson? Smut if possible.

Disclaimers: Teasing (sexually), oral sex, cursing. Read at your own discretion.

100% pure fiction

Your EVP is not pleased with your misconduct...

“I’ll let you off with a warning this time, but if it happens again there will be a hefty fine. You’re lucky I caught you instead of Nicholas. My brother’s kind of a hot head,” Matthew explained to his subordinate.

He patted them on the shoulder before continuing his decent down the hallway to his EVP dressing room. You were already inside, sitting on the counter of the vanity scrolling through your phone.

“Hey baby,” Matthew greeted you with a smile. “Sorry it took me so long. Has Nicholas been by yet?”

He walked over to you and gave you a kiss on the cheek. You looked him up and down, admiring how sexy he looked in his black suit. Matthew caught you staring and chuckled, “Like what you see, princess?” “Yes, very much,” you said appreciatively. “But no, I haven’t seen Nicholas yet. Not since earlier when he got “tired of the disrespect around here” and stormed off,”

Matthew shook his head and placed his hands on each side of you on the counter. His cologne danced around your nose as he nuzzled his face in your neck, the soft kisses he planted on the delicate skin there made your cheeks flush. You spread your legs to allow Matthew to stand in between them, wrapping your arms around his neck while your hands played with his slicked back ponytail. He let out a low groan when you gave it a tug, his hands now gripping your hips.

“I’ve been thinking of those pretty pink lips of yours all day,” he whispered into your ear.  “Oh, really? And what exactly were you thinking about them doing?” you asked coyly.

Matthew smirked and pressed his tongue against his cheek before responding, “Well, for starters, I thought about how sweet they taste when I kiss them,”

He kissed the corner of your mouth before capturing your lips with his, leaving you a little dizzy when he eventually pulled away.

“The other thing I thought about was how good they would look wrapped around my cock,”

His gaze was intense, his face covered with desire. You slid your hand down his chest and onto his hard length that was dying to be freed from his dress pants, rubbing it agonizingly slow.

“Let me make your second thought a reality,” your voice was low and sweet.

You had just undone Matthew’s belt buckle when the door opened, and a disgruntled Nicholas walked inside. You were relieved when he didn’t acknowledge the predicament you and Matthew were in. Instead he paced and carried on about Tony Shiavone, “That prick actually thinks I knocked him down on purpose! It’s not my fault he tripped me,”

Matthew buckled his belt and turned around to address his brother, but Nicholas didn’t let him get a word in edgewise! He pressed his back against your chest and your arms were wrapped around him holding him in place while the two of you listened to Nicholas ramble.

“We’ll take care of him next week on Dynamite, okay? It’s getting late and I think we’ve handed out enough fines for today. This EVP is ready to get out of here,” Matthew interrupted.

Nicholas was about to reject his brother’s wishes, but decided he was probably right.

“The chauffer is waiting on us. See you guys in the car?” and with that, Nicholas left the dressing room, leaving you and Matthew alone once again.

“That didn’t go like I hoped it would, but there’s always the hotel,” Matthew hinted with a wink. “Ready to go, princess?”

You and Matthew behaved yourselves in the car, keeping your hands to yourselves but stealing a kiss here and there when Nicholas would check his emails on his phone.

“The things I want to do to you, princess,” Matthew murmured into your ear.

Heat spread throughout your body as you imagined what your EVP had in mind. Nicholas had a room on a different floor than you and Matthew did, so he said his goodbyes and entered a different set of elevators at the hotel. When one finally arrived at ground level, you and Matthew were the only ones on it. He punched in the floor number and up you went, but you weren’t alone for very long. Several people hopped on a few floors up which made the elevator super crowded.

You were standing in the corner with your back up against Matthew’s chest, trying to stay close to him and away from the other guests. An idea came to your mind when he wrapped his arm around your waist, and you knew you had to be careful not to make it obvious. You brought your hand behind you, sliding it up his thigh and stopping once you reached your target. At first the contact with his length made him jump, but it didn’t take long for his head to fall back and rest on the wall of the elevator.

 Matthew did his best to keep his composure while you continued to stroke him, only drawing attention to the two of you one time when he cursed under his breath.

“I should fine you right here and right now for teasing your EVP like this,” he said through gritted teeth.

“Maybe, but this is so worth it,” you replied grinning.

The elevator finally arrived on your floor, you grabbed hold of Matthew’s hand and lead him off it and down the hallway to your room. The anticipation of what was to come next both excited you and made you nervous. You walked into the room first, Matthew hot on your heels. When you stopped and turned around, he had already slid his black suit jacket off and had begun unbuttoning his vest, your mouth practically watering as each button came undone.

“I want you on your knees in front of the bed, now,” he instructed sternly. You did as you were told with a smile on your face.

You knelt and rested your ass on your heels while you waited for Matthew to make his way over to you. You watched him unbuckle his belt and slide his pants down to the floor. His hard length was straining against his boxer briefs, ready to be free. You licked your lips when he stood in front of you, his fingers running through your hair making you to melt into his touch.

“Look at you, being a good girl and following directions. If only you would’ve behaved this well in the elevator,” he said in a low tone. “You didn’t think I was going to let you get away with that did you? What kind of EVP would I be if I didn’t reprimand that kind of misconduct? I want you to remove your shirt and bra so I can get a good look at that beautiful chest of yours,”

Matthew’s eyes remained locked on yours as you pulled your shirt over your head, revealing a black lace bra. You reached behind your back and unclasped it before sliding it down your arms and exposing your breasts, making Matthew suck in a sharp breath at the sight of them. You were still feeling bold, even after he called you out on your previous behavior, so you decided to mess with Matthew some more. You placed your fingertips on your collarbone and started to slowly drag them down your skin.

Matthew didn’t move to stop you as you continued downwards to your breasts and took one in each hand. You squeezed them and massaged them, biting your lip when you took your nipples in between your fingers and began toying with them. You started to slide one hand down your torso and right before you dipped your fingers under the waistband of your pants, Matthew bent over and grabbed your hand.

“I think that’s enough teasing for tonight, princess. Especially when you’re on your knees before me. You’re in no position to tease baby, remember that,” his voiced sounded like honey but you knew there was something more behind it.

He placed your hand on his boxer briefs, and you knew exactly what you were supposed to do. You pulled on them and slid them down, leaving them in a pool at his feet. You took his tip in your mouth and focused your efforts there for a few moments before taking him in your mouth completely. The way he cursed and panted made your own arousal grow and encouraged you to keep going. His fingers found themselves intertwined in your hair once again, controlling your pace and depth with ease.

“God, you love it like this, don’t you? Me fucking your face, leaving you a drooling mess! My beautiful, beautiful girl,”

Matthew’s impending release was evident the faster he moved himself in and out of your mouth. He made sure that you were taking every inch of him, his tip often hitting the back of your throat. His grunts filled the room, and his legs faltered with his last few thrusts right before he came. His seed filled your mouth and slid down your throat in spurts, leaving you both panting when he removed himself from your mouth.

A stray tear fell from the corner of your eye and Matthew caught it with his thumb, wiping it away. He helped you stand and cupped your cheek in his hand when you were steady on your feet, “That was amazing baby. You did so well for me, but I’m not done with you just yet. Pants and panties off and then get on the bed. Your EVP demands it…”


[magicalbuttertarts]

Id love to request female reader x the elite (bucks and kenny) from the promt list with humiliation

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Humiliated (18+)

The Young Bucks x f/Reader x Kenny Omega

E9: Humiliation

Just like all my other stories, this has not been proofread, but please enjoy.

Warnings: Smut under the cut. Erotic humiliation aka Humiliation Kink. Slapping. Spitting. Choking. DP anal. P in v. Unprotected sex.

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Nick's hand was wrapped around her throat as Kenny was fucking her throat. Nick could feel the shape of his cock, and Matt had her legs thrown over her shoulders as he fucked her as hard and fast as he could.

Her body was already overstimulated with how they keep pulling back just as she was about to cum.

"No,no,no. You don't get to cum yet. Not until you are filled with us or we have our fill of you. What ever happens first." Kenny had said just before he shoved his cock down her throat.

Her body was already covered with their cum and their spit. Her throat sore from how long each of them have fucked her throat for.

Kenny was mutter degrading names under his breath as he got closer and closer to finishing in her mouth once more.

"Cum guzzler."

"Fuckin' bitch."

"Dumb whore."

And that seemed to turn her on even more, if that was possible.

Her eyes closed just as Kenny gripped her hair, thrusting in her mouth one last time as he stilled, as his cum filled her mouth, but she didn't dare swallow.

Not without being told to.

Kenny pulled out of her mouth, and cum dribbled out of the corners of her mouth. Nick told her to look at him, which she did.

"Open your mouth." Nick demanded.

She did, and the three of them groaned in unison at the sight of Kenny's cum still in her mouth.

Nick gripped her chin, and spit in her mouth.

He turned her face to look at Matt, and he spint in her mouth as well, as he continued to fuck her.

Kenny shook his head, indicating that he wasn't going to spit.

"Swallow it, now." Matt demanded, and she did swallow it on a few gulps, as there was just so much.

Kenny slapped her clit, making her cry out in a bit of pain, trying to close her legs and push Matt away.

"Don't even think about it." Matt grunted as he pushed her legs even further apart.

She didn't say her safe word, and the four of them kept going.

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Her body was sore as she sandwiched between Nick and Kenny.

Nick was behind her, buried in her ass, as Kenny was laying below her, his cock nestled in her pussy, not having to move as was savouring the feeling of her walls clenching his cock.

Matt was laying next to them taking a breather as he watched his brother and best friend fuck her.

Nick suddenly stilled, forcing a whine from her cum coated mouth.

"Move for me." He demanded, and she was so fucked out of her mind, she didn't do it.

Nick slapped her ass, hard. "I said move bitch."

She started to move as best as she could.

"Is that all you can do?" Kenny scoffed, but didn't do anything to help her.

The three of them watched her fuck herself on two cocks.

This all became to much for Matt, he stood up on the bed, holding her head as he quickly jerked himself off as she opened her mouth.

Matt came, covering her face, telling her that she can't clean it yet as she continued fuck herself upon their cocks.

Her mouth was still open, and her eyes were closed.

"Shut your whore mouth, cumslut."

Matt said as he slapped his softening cock against her cheek.

Nick groaned out her name, his mouth falling open as he came, his cum filling her ass.

Kenny, not being able to take how tight her pussy was clenching around him, grabbed her hips and start to thrust up.

"Cum, cum now!" Matt demanded, and she screamed out their names, her body shaking atop of Kenny, as Nick pulled out of her ass, his cum slowly leaking onto the cum covered sheets below.

Kenny fucked her through the most intense orgasm of her life, and she even blacked out a bit, as she collapsed against his chest, her body still shaking.

Kenny came, him grunting her name as he filled her pussy with his cum.

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Villainous Nick was very good 😊 I wonder how Matt would be in that situation? 🤔

Thank you, darling 🥰. Ugh, yes 😮‍💨

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The soft moaning and panting were a clear sign of what was happening in that parking lot, behind the black SUV. But see, you didn’t mean for this to happen, the only reason you got inside his car was because you wanted to avoid causing a scene in front of your coworkers, again. Matt and his god complex didn’t allow him to have the merest hint of embarrassment, he was solely proud of everything he did, no matter how problematic it was.

He had trapped you in a corner of the arena hallway, pledging he just “wanted to talk”. You debated not going, knowing how artful he could be, but deep down you felt like you somehow needed this closure. You owe it to your heart and mind, and to have some peace of mind you decided to set the record straight.

After a few failed attempts at getting you back with his soft, pleading, warm chocolate eyes, pouts, and endless promises of being a different person, Matt decided to use the one thing he knew was impossible for you to resist: your sexual chemistry.

“Your body doesn’t lie, dovey. I can hear it calling for me, begging to feel me again. And I know you can hear it too” Matt’s hands traveled down your sides, gripping your waist and full hips as his body pinned you against the backdoor of his rental car.

You felt his erection pressing below your navel, and the slightest sign of a reaction caused Matt to internally smirk to himself before he brushed the tip of his nose against your cheek.

“Don’t you miss me? ‘Cause I sure as hell miss you every day. Here, feel it” Matt took your hand and placed it on top of his hard-on through the jeans. “This is how much I miss you, this is what I go through every time I think of you”.

You turned your face to the left side, fixing your gaze on the backdoor of the arena that led to the parking lot in an attempt to focus on anything but Matt or his touch. Your hand lingered on top of his clothed cock, a natural response that your body seemed to forget should not be so natural now that you had broken up.

Matt briefly watched your internal debate, and before you could act against him, he let his nose reach your hair and took a deep breath in, inhaling the delicate scent of grape bubblegum that always seemed to stain his pillowcase.

“Shit, you always smell so good. Is a freaking dream” Matt let his nose wander further down to your jaw, he softly bit the smooth flesh causing goosebumps to rise all over your arms before his nose found your exposed neck. He pressed himself closer to you, causing your hand to instantly close around his erection.

“Fuck, you drive me crazy” Matt groaned as his hand slid underneath your shirt, taking a handful of your right breast. “My sweet and lovely dove. All beautiful, perfect, and mine” He pulled back to look into your eyes, and the need and lust written all over the brown orbs made you sigh “Matt, please”

“You’re mine, aren’t you, dovey? You’re gonna forget all about that breakup, right? You still want me, still love me, still need me, no? Tell me you need me” His teeth tugged on your bottom lip until the flesh slowly slid from his grip “Tell me you want me”.

Your breathing became heavier with every touch “Matt, knock it off”. You tried to push him away, tried to put some distance between you, but as always, your body betrayed you.

It had a will of its own, desires that you somehow were unable to fulfill, needs that were impossible for you to kill. It was something about his grip, his energy, his scent that made your body euphoric. Details you couldn’t depict faithfully enough to deceive your body’s satisfaction. It was in the intricacies that only Matt possessed, you couldn’t mimic the soft tickling of his hair on your skin or his warm breath on your ear shell, nor the roughness of his palm when it rested against your hidden pearl or the sharpness of his teeth dragging across your skin. The devil is in the details, they say. To you, it sounds more like the devil lives within Matt Jackson.

“Why do you keep denying it, dovey? Is it because of Kenny?” Matt chuckled “We both know he can’t give you what I can. Kenny’s my best friend but let’s face it, he’s weak. He’s a weak man, too soft, too devoted, too in love with you to know what you need. But I do! I know that you don’t need a man that crawls back to you crying stupid apologies every time he fucks it up. No, no, no, you need a man who will hate-fuck you every time you argue” Matt’s hand pushed your back against the black SUV. The air was pushed out of your lungs with the impact and before you could say anything, Matt’s hands pushed the yoga pants down your legs before spitting on his fingers.

His digits spread your folds and expertly found your entrance “You need a man who can put you in your place. And what place is that, dovey? Oh yes, on your knees, with a cock buried deep in your throat” Matt’s fingers moved at a frantic pace, eliciting the most sinful sounds your body could vocalize.

“You like this kind of shit, don’t you, dove? Getting fingered in the parking lot of an arena at a random city, being used and fucked so good like the useless slut that you are” Matt’s tongue licked your cheek like a wild cat, playing and reveling in the taste of its prey before finally killing it.

“Matt, this is wrong” You whined loudly, legs instantly closing and clasping his hand between your thighs in an attempt to stop your rising orgasm.

Matt chuckled against your lips as his hands began to push his hard cock out of his navy blue joggers “And that’s why it feels so good, dovey. That’s why you’re gonna be soaking my cock in a few seconds. Because it feels so fucking good and we can’t stop, can we?”

[grayson-baller]

could you do 6 on the kink list with Matt Jackson please?

Matt Jackson -- Headcanon

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warnings: smut--18+

word count: 871

pairing: fem!reader & Matt Jackson

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masterlist: ++

tags: @bungleinthe-jungle @legit9thlunaticwarrior @wickedval @cosmoholic13

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kink:

6 - shower sex

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Steam filled the hotel bathroom as the hot water sprayed down, soothing your aching muscles. You had been sore, hours of strenuous activity mixed with the various positions your body had been in over the weekend.

When your husband told you that you were going on a beach vacation, you expected to spend some time by the water, and do some sight-seeing. So far, you had barely left your hotel room.

Not that you were complaining. Beaches were crowded, sand got everywhere. You had the man you loved naked almost all the time, in bed with you. Hours of sex were followed by laughter, snacking on food ordered from room service, before snuggling in bed and watching bad movies on cable.

It was relaxing—like vacation was supposed to be. Nights felt so starry here with him. Everything was brighter. You realized how much you liked being away with him, not thinking about work. You two never had a chance to get away before. Your honeymoon had been driving an hour away to a nice hotel on a Saturday night. By Monday, you both were back on the road.

It was okay—because this was your dream. You two had been over this shared dream, and it connected you over the years. You bonded over your dreams, and the sacrifices it took to achieve them. You understood the cost, just as he did. If anything, sharing this with him had helped make your relationship stronger.

From the start, Matt got it. The night you met him was your first night back in nine months. Your surgically repaired knee was braced, nerves settling in your stomach. Despite being a stranger, Matt had offered you a pep-talk. It had been enough to calm you, allowing you to step through the curtains, walking down to the ramp.

You won that night. Hearing the cheers from the crowd as your arm was raised was an amazing feeling. You had rushed to the back, looking for him. You’d never forget the bright smile on his face as he congratulated you, making you feel more badass then you probably were.

You left the arena with his number in your phone and plans to grab dinner together the following night.

“Mmm,” his low voice mused as you ran your hand over the glass of the shower to clear away some of the fog. “Wondered where you snuck off to this morning.” His voice mixed with sleepiness, the low tone settling between your wet thighs, a new kind of wetness forming.

He was naked, and through the shower door you could clearly see how hard he was. You instantly licked your lips at the sight. He instantly caught your glaze, chuckle leaving him.

“Are you hungry for a taste, petal?” Matt questioned, hand grabbing his cock. “Filthy girl, ain’t you? My filthy little wife spent all last night with her walls stretching around my cock until I filled your pink pussy full of my cum—so fucking full that it dripped down your legs. Doesn’t matter though, huh? You want more.”

You bit down on your lip, nodding slowly. Your hand was pressed against the glass, moments away from flinging open the door.

“Yeah, I thought so. You love my cock.” He gave himself a few lazy strokes, strained groan leaving him. You whimpered at the sound, wanting to be the one he was groaning for. You wanted to be the one bringing him pleasure. “My filthy girl loves my cock. Love having your hands wrapped around it. Love it when it’s stretching that perfect pussy of yours, huh.”

He chuckled, giving himself another stroke. Your hands ran over your body, slipping between your legs as you circled your clit with your thumb.

“Hell, you even love it when my cock is stretching your ass.” He took a step towards the shower, opening it up. He stepped inside, instantly grabbing you as he backed against the wall. He leaned down, brushing his lips against yours. “I know you, petal. You also love my cock in pretty mouth of yours, huh? Bet your drooling for a taste right now.”

Fuck. He was right about that. He knew you—inside and out. The good, the bad, the ugly. You were an open book for him, with no secrets between you. Not that you were complaining, you knew him too.

You leaned down, ready to get down on your knees for a taste. He grabbed you, shaking his head as he pressed you back against the wall.

“I know you want a taste, petal, but I’m not quite sure I want to give you what you want.” He chuckled, reaching between your legs to swat your hand away. He swiped through your folds, gathering wetness on your fingers.

He brought his hand to his lips, licking your slick off his fingers. “So fucking good, baby.” He praised, leaning forward to kiss you. “I’m feeling awfully greedy, petal.” He lowered himself to his knees, pressing a kiss to your hip. He parted your folds, tongue finding your clit.

You moaned, head tilting against the wall of the shower.

“Brace yourself, petal. I’m feeling awfully hungry and not stopping until I’ve had my full.”

[waywardscorpio]

Title: Baby Girl Breaks A Rule

Pairing: Matt JacksonxReader

WARNING/TRIGGERS: 18+ Smut, Daddy Kink, tying up with rope, edging, slight choking, spanking, female penetration, female masterbation, and Matt Jackson being a sexy Dom

A:N: I'm not even sorry for this one!!!

Summary: Matt had come home from a long day at work to find Y/N in the kitchen breaking rule number 3.

Y/n's pov:

You had come home from work annoyed from a long day. "Baby Girl, I'm home." You called out for me as to which I didn't answer because I was sitting on the kitchen counter on my second bottle of whine and now lost in thought as I remembered one of our many fun nights. My hand trailed down pulling my skirt up and rubbing my clit slowly as I had pictured you skilled, long fingers in my wet pussy, while your lips are wrapped around my clit. While I was in the middle of my day dream I didn't hear you come into the kitchen to catch me breaking rule number 3. Rule three was not to touch, and/or play with my pussy without permission from you first, otherwise it would result in punishment. You had stood there watching my rub myself till you noticed I was close to coming "Oh Daddy just like that" I had moaned out loud on the edge of cumming till you moved my hand causing me to let out a whimper as I opened my eyes to see who had stopped me. "Daddy, I'm sorry" I said after stumbling over my words trying to get it out. "Baby Girl, you're being a very very naughty slut are we?" You asked, slapping my thigh and squeezing it in your hand. I moaned out, biting my lip and nodding "Yes Daddy." You hummed as you looked at me "breaking rules as well. What's rule number three Baby Doll?" You asked me as your other hand grabs my throat firmly but not to the point you were choking me. I looked at you "Not to touch myself or play with my pussy without permission or I would be punished" I said panting a squirming trying to get a little friction on my cunt cause it was aching from being denied release. "Room now, naked, and on the bed. I will be up there in 10 minutes" you said after stepping away for me to get down off the counter. I hopped down off the counter as I walked past you, my hand brushed against your semi hard cock. I heard you groan and inhale sharply.

You down four half glasses of your favorite liquor before stalking up the steps to our master bedroom where I’m laying on our bed. “So what do you think your punishment should be?” You asked me as you pulled your jacket and shirt off, throwing them to the side somewhere. “Edging and five medium slaps, spankings per ass cheek, Daddy?” I said to you as I watched you walk over to the adult dresser and take the key off the hook to unlock it since it has nothing but toys in it for us to use. You grabbed a wand vibrator and some rope and tossed them onto the bed. I swallowed knowing I was about to not be able to feel my legs the next day after tonight. “Oh Baby Girl, you are going to be begging me to stop before the night is even over with” You said giving the all to familiar smirk of yours as you walked over to the bed grabbing my ankles and pulling me down to the foot and flipping me over rubbing your hands over my bare as. “Make sure you count each spanking Baby Girl.” You said to me as the first slap was heard through the quiet room. I moaned out “One” I said and started to count each slap to my ass. “6 Daddy” I whined in pleasure as I wiggled my hips. “You’re almost there Baby Girl. Such a good girl for me aren’t you?” You asked me as I bit my lip nodding. “Oh, someone likes to be praised, does she now?” You said, causing me to hide my face in the covers of the bed. I heard a firm voice “Words. Answer me now Baby Girl” You said firmly slapping my ass again. “Seven. Yes Daddy, I do. I love when you praise me” I moaned out answering your question as I counted. Three more spanks later and I had reached “Ten. Thank you, Daddy.” I said panting a little as I looked back at you. “Did so good Baby Girl” You said rubbing my ass to sooth the slight stinging feeling in my ass cheeks.

“Get back on the bed and sit and wait for the next part” You said, kissing me for a moment before pulling away. I bit my lip as I watched you strip your clothes off and now you’re naked, tying my wrists to the headboard, then tying my ankles to each bedpost at the end of the bed. After my ankles were tied to keep legs open so I couldn’t rub my thighs together to cause friction against my clit.

Your hands trailed over my already hard nipples and down to my wet cunt and stopped for a second as you leaned down neck to my ear “Oh we are just getting started” You said. You went down between my legs and laid on your stomach, you licked a strip up from my entrance all the way up to my clit and stuck three fingers in my pussy and started to move them at a slow teasing pace. “Oh” A moan slipped out of my lips as I pushed my hips down on your fingers trying to push them further into me. “Would you like me to stop and spank you 10 more times?” You asked. I shook my head frantically as I stopped moving my hips. I moved as you picked up your pace with your fingers. My second orgasm begins to build up to the point my breathing becomes short and quick “I’m going to cum Daddy.” I pant out as my walls began to clench around your fingers. “Oh no you’re not. Not yet Baby Girl” You said as you pulled your fingers out quickly to keep me from cumming for the second time in a row. It had been 3 hours of you edging me over and over. “Daddy please fuck me and make me cum. It is starting to hurt and I really wanna feel you rock hard cock, fucking my pussy till I am cum and you cum with me” I begged panting as I looked at you while you were holding the wand vibrator against my clit for the third time getting me close to the edge for the 9th time. You pulled the wand away once I had gotten close to the edge causing me to whine at the loss.

“As you wish since you’ve been such a good needy little slut for me. Took your punishment so well for me” You said untying my ankles and wrists kissing them cause they were slightly red from all the pulling and tugging of the restraints.

I rolled over to my stomach. I got into the face down ass up position, I spread my hips a little so you had room between my legs from behind to get to my cunt. “Look at you already in Daddy’s favorite position.” You said to me as you got between my legs grabbing my ass and spreading my cheeks to see my pussy clenching on nothing begging to be filled by your cock. “Make sure you moan for Daddy, Baby Girl” You said to me and I nodded in response waitin’ as patiently as I possibly could. You grabbed your dick and stroked it a few times before lining it up with my pussy and snappin’ your hips forward into me, making me let out a cry of pleasure as I instinctively pushed my hips back onto your dick. “Oh fuck Daddy, just like that” I moan out panting. I could feel my final orgasm building and it was building fast. “Oh fuck Baby Girl. I can feel your pussy sucking me in and clenching. Is someone getting close?” You asked as you held my waist while hitting it from the back. “Oh god damn, Daddy. Yess ahh fu-fuck” I cried out holding it till you were close so, you can cum with me. “Daddy please cum with me. I want to feel your cum inside my pussy Daddy” I moaned out as I reached between my thighs and massaged your balls earning a slight growl and gron from you. You reached between my thighs and rubbed my clit at a medium pace. When your dick started to twitch as I massaged your balls while you were railing me is how I knew you were close to cumming. When your hips stuttered and you groaned out while rubbing my clit quicker is my signal you were ready to fill my pussy with your hot cum. “Cum. Fuck Baby Girl cum for Daddy” You said and seconds later I was cumming on your dick and seconds later you cum was filling my pussy.

We laid there after almost 4 hours of non-stop edging and pleasure from you. I rolled over half awake, half asleep and curled into your chest. “Are you okay, Babe?” You asked me. I lifted my head to look at you “Yes, we should do this some other time. It was a good stress reliever too.” I said to you, smiling tiredly at you. I intertwined our legs together as I curled back into you as you pulled the cover over us. “Good. In due time once you recover from this.” You said kissing the top of my head holding me close and slightly tight the way I like it. “I can’t feel my legs by the way” I giggled softly as I kissed your chest softly. I felt you chuckle and hum “Good I did my job then. Meaning I made you cum and feel the pleasure you deserve even if it was a punishment too” You replied back to me as I hid my face in your chest.

It wasn’t longer after getting comfortable that we both fell asleep curling into each other.

[theblackcatwitch5]

“Are you mad?”

“No”

“So sharpening knives at 2 am is just a hobby?”

“It’s soothing?” 🤷🏼‍♀️

[madhatterbri]

Did I Do That? | M.J.

Summary: Smut. 18+.

Matthew Jackson Masterlist

Taglist: @theworldofotps @smallestsnarkestgirl @bullet-clubs-bitch @magicalbuttertarts

Matt smirked as he saw Y/N panting on the bed. She struggled weakly against her binds. The blindfold on her face wet from her tears of overstimulation. She whined when the bed dipped from his weight.

"Matt, no more, I need you to fuck me," her plea now sounded more desperate and pathetic. Matt smiled and kissed her lips. She whined in the kiss yet felt him line up at her entrance.

"Did I do that?" He asked and rubbed the tip between her folds. She shuddered under his touch. "Jesus, baby, you are soaked,"

"Please, fuck me," she begged. He slowly slid the tip inside of her. Matt made sure to grab her hips. Slow thrusts as he only popped his head inside of her. Her walls clenched around him to try and keep him in. "Matt!"

"I'm doing what you wanted, baby. You wanted all of this," he reminded her. Y/N brought up the opportunity to try something new. She brought up to be tied up and blindfolded. Matt, being the good boyfriend that he is, obliged.

"I want you to use me. Please. I'll do anything,"

Matt chuckled and thrusted himself inside of her. Between his skilled tongue and fingers, she was plenty wet for him. He put a hand against the wall behind them. Scared to show her excitement, she tried to keep quiet.

"Well, if you aren't liking this, I could just pull out and leave you with just your vibrator," he offered. Y/N begged him not to do that. Lonely nights when he was gone, she would use the vibrator. Now that he was here, she wanted the real thing.

"Matt," she moaned. Her throat was already sore from the moans and pleas from earlier, but she didn't care. Anything to keep him inside of her longer. He almost forgot how sweet she sounded. Matt temporarily stopped, and she cried out in frustration.

"I got you. Don't worry," he assured her. Matt untied the binds to her ankles. He bent her knees towards her chest. With his hands underneath her knees, he inserted himself again.

The feeling was almost euphoric. His eyes rolled to the back of his head. Her walls stretched to accommodate what he couldn't previously reach. Y/N moaned his name and to God.

"Oh, baby, you aren't leaving this room, not pregnant," he promised. His thrusts picked up. Their moans echoed of the walls.

Once he felt his orgasm about to wash over him, he pushed himself to the brim. Strings of cum shot inside of her. He grunted yet remained still. Matt didn't want to waste a single drop.

She gripped her binds as she reached her own peak. Her toes curled as her legs twitched under his hands. They basked in the afterglow of their orgasm. He slowly pulled out. A smirk appeared on his face as he admired the mess between her legs.

Y/N was released from her bonds. He removed the blindfold and laid down next to her. Matt wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close. She rested her head on his shoulder. His fingers ran through her hair.

"That was amazing," she sighed happily.

"Did I do that?" He asked with a chuckle. He loved to stroke his own ego. His lips connected to her forehead before they drifted off to sleep.

[daddyhausen]

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「 MASTERLISTS 」 | 「 KINKTOBER MASTERLIST 」

「 COMMISION INFO 」 | 「 LIKE MY WORK? BUY ME A COFFEE — KOFI — DXDDYHXUSEN 」

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「 SUMMARY 」 — both brothers desired you but their competitive streak gets in the way

「 WARNINGS 」 — 18+, [ MINORS DNI ], dvp, dom!reader, handjobs, sharing, praise, vaginal sex, penetrative sex, vaginal creampie, squirting, internal cumshot

「 WORD COUNT 」 — 1.1k

「 PAIRING 」 — fem!reader x the young bucks

「 GENRE 」 — smut

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「 COMMENT IF YOU WANT TO BE ADDED TO THE TAGLIST 」

their competitive arguing could be heard down the hall

the brothers seemingly frustrated at their loss of their match

and the subsequent loss of their best friend in one kenny omega

nick seemed more level headed of the two surprisingly

while matt’s tempter tantrum raged throughout the arena

the pair storming into the locker room

fury ravaged both their faces

their gaze soften upon meeting yours

it was nothing special in particular in your appearance that made them stop and stare

you were always the calming force behind their fury

a simply smile from you could melt their frozen hearts instantly

matt fell to his knees breathlessly between yours

his head resting upon your thigh as he gazed up apologetically at you

“i’m sorry…” he muttered softly against your thigh

“don’t be sorry” you cooed sweetly, a hand running through the damp strands of matt’s hair

“you boys did so well” nick took a seat beside you, sighing heavily

despite his calm demeanor, he was burning with anger, betrayal

matt’s lips gently peppered kisses to your exposed thigh, inching closer and closer to your covered sex

nick eyed him curiously, the younger brother fuming with jealously

“what are you doing?” nick remarked

“what does it look like, idiot” matt responded with his usual sarcastic quip, fingers hooking into the waistband of your shorts

“you lost. you don’t deserve to fuck her” nick placed a protective hand on your thigh

“and what gives you the right to say that huh? last time i checked dumbass, you lost too-“

“well you ate the damn pin!-“

“boys! enough!!” you retorted sternly

“if you keep this up than neither of you get to fuck me”

they cut their act momontarily, offering each other almost apologetic glances

“now…” you started “you boys gotta learn to share”

you pat the seat beside you, offering matt to follow along

he quickly got up, taking his place beside you

slowly you pried his ring gear down, freeing his cock from the elastic restraint, slowly beginning to stroke his size

matt shuddered with a shaky breath instantly writhing against the pleasure of your hand

you began to place chaste kisses to his jawline, adoring the whimpers that left his lips

your free hand reached back, beginning to palm nick through his own gear

the younger brother let out a prolonged groan, the simple touch leaving his mind in a daze

nick’s fingers reached down into your shorts, rubbing small circular strokes against your clit

you whimpered against matt’s lips, quickly breaking the kiss to give the same attention to his brother

nick’s kiss was more feverish, the subtle rage that bubbled underneath only added to his passion.

he retrieved his cock, grabbing your wrist and wrapping your hand around his shaft

both brothers mumbled and moaned with pleasured obscenities

nick’s fingers dancing around your clit

while matt’s gripped the arm rests of the couch, desprate and needy for release

“oh god…” matt groaned, cock feverish and swollen

“you close pretty boy?” you cooed with a small whimper as nick’s finger curled upward inside your cunt

matt nodded, bitting his bottom lip to suppress his moans

his seed spilling over your knuckles in spurts of warm white, his breath labored as you continued to pump his cock

nick removed his fingers from your void, averting your gaze from his brother to himself

you released matt’s cock, the older brother gasping in relief

you did not want to waste anymore time with them

poor nick would have one orgasm less than his brother it may seem

quickly releasing nicks cock as well, sitting on his lap motioning from a still recovering matt to stand behind you

matt postitioned himself in the directions you told him too

standing behind you as nick pried your shorts down your thighs

your pretty cunt glistening under the dim locker room lighting

matt gulped thickly, still breathless from his first orgasm

you lifted up your hips, allowing nick’s cock to snake between your thighs

grazing the tip against your soaked walls before eventually slotting himself in with ease

a soft shudder escaped the younger of the two’s lips as he butied himself fully inside you

“c’mon pretty boy. don’t be shy” you teased matt playfully

grinding yourself back to give him a full view of your already stuffed cunt

egging him on to fill you even more

matt hesitated for a second, grasping his cock st the base, guiding himself towards your dripping void

some resistance on your part but otherwise is was such a heavenly feeling

you cunt gripped both their cocks tightly

both boys groaned with equal amounts of pleasure running through their veins

you began to bounce against both of them, feeling their cocks slot deep into your cunt one after another

“holy shit…” nick mattered, grabbing your hips and slamming them down onto his cock

both brothers began an assault on your cunt, the pleasure was so intense that your mind began to spin, eyes rolling into the back of your head

loud, choked moans spilling from your lips

“god…so tight” matt’s moans left his lips in soft sputters

mind still delirious from his previous and noe second impending orgasm

“you gonna cum on our cock’s angel?”

you nodded feverishly at nicks question, hips slapping back against theirs, taking their cocks fully

matt filled you first, his cock twitching and throbbing deep within your walls

still overstimulated and sensitive as white hot ropes seeped from between your thighs

a mix of moans and profanities left the younger buck’s lips

nick on the edge of orgasm himself

feeling the tightness of your cunt grip his cock

it was inevitable

both bucks were breathless

matt not so than nick

the older of the two having pulled out of you already

now sitting back watching the way his seed dropped out of you

“oh fuck…!” you whined, cunt creaming around nick’s size

spilling around his shaft, feeling so wonderfully stretched out

“fuck angel…you made a mess for us…”

nick’s rebuttal was cut of by a soft groan

his cock throbbing deep in your walls

cum painting your insides white with his warmth

“shit-“ he thre his head back in pleasure, just reveling in the feeling

the three of you basking in a comfortable post sex silence

nicks cock still buried deep within you

you glacéd up at nick momentarily, the blues of his eyes glazed over with adoration

still so fucked out

matt on the other hand was eager to touch you again

impatient it seems as his hands were already at your waist, cock pulsing against your ass

“you boys get yourselves cleaned up, we’ll go another round at the hotel”

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[bullet-clubs-bitch]

Matt’s recent insta story

[coleskingdom]

Man in the Mirror

Matt Jackson x female reader

Genre Smut Minors DNI NSFW

GIF @ bloodycowboyclub

@madhatterbri @midwestmade29

“He’s playing fucking head games, with us.” Matt said pacing in the hotel room, “He couldn’t just take the nice retirement package and leave no, he had to bring a goth boy and a geriatric with him. “ his voice agitated, “ I now have to end one of the icons of this business and his friends as well.”

I had been lying in bed watching this soliloquy, slightly amused and slightly annoyed by this sudden crisis of conscience. “ Really? One of the icons of the sport, you’re doing what has to be done. The sport is ready for new icons, new greats. The geriatric in question should’ve been ended long ago.” I said an impatient tone in my voice.

“ I don’t recognize myself some days, when I look in the mirror.” his eyes showing a sadness that broke my heart. “ How have I become the villain ? No one understands why I have to do the things I have to do.” his hand reaching for the glass of wine on the table.

“Matt, listen they forced your hand, they forced you to have to make the hard decisions. Changing the world was never going to be easy. You’re doing this for everyone, the ones who don’t have spots because of this old guard who refuses to move on. Besides you either die a hero or live long enough to become the villain.. You’ve just always had someone else to get their hands dirty for you, or you did it because someone told you to. You’ve stabbed everyone you’ve ever loved in the back at one point or another, you’ll forgive yourself in time, as they have forgiven you. I don’t know why this upsets you when you played into Kenny’s psychotic vendetta against Cole and Page.” I sipped my own wine . “Is it because Kenny isn’t calling the shots this time? Is it because you’re having to lead? Is it because …” my words cut off as Matt straddled me on the bed, his hands tracing lines of my throat. “ I wouldn’t finish that thought” ,he kissed me, his mouth fighting for dominance, as I relented. Our hands grabbing at each other’s clothes in a frenzy, pulling and removing them as they were thrown on the floor.

His hands moved down my body, only lightly teasing the places , he knew I loved. “Are you going to be a good girl or am I going to have to fuck that attitude out of you?” his voice cool and controlled, his touch soft,as his calloused hands dipped lower. “ I’ll be whatever you want me to be, just please touch me Matt” the pathetic desperation in my tone made him smile. “ There’s my good girl, not so mouthy now” his mouth claiming mine as his hand teased my folds. He swallowed my groan as his practiced fingers went to work, his mouth moved down my body to my breasts. “Is this what you needed?”before he took my nipple in his mouth. “ Yes”, I said my mind barely coherent “Yes what?” he said stopping all movement “Yes sir” I was immediately rewarded as his thumb moved over my clit and his teeth grazed my nipple. A moan fell from my lips, I felt my body giving itself over to him. “ princess it’d be so easy to let you cum right now, and nothing would make me happier than to take care of you right now.” His fingers moving inside me, teasing strokes inching deeper. “However, you said some hurtful truths earlier, now you’re gonna have to wait till I say to cum.” his hands spreading my thighs , as he aligned himself with my aching core. “So desperate for me, for someone you thought was afraid to lead I’m leading you pretty well aren’t I ?” his tone slightly menacing, “I didn’t mean it, I’m sorry sir” I said . His mouth back on mine as he entered me, his body worked mine, the angle he chose was meant to drive both of us quickly to our own release. My fingers scratched his back as he hit that spot deep inside, he hissed . He picked up his speed his controlled thrusts becoming erratic , “ Princess come for me, milk my cock , show me how much you need me.” I clenched pulling him in and holding him there, as I shattered around him, his thrusts and little groans and whimpers as he released inside of me in my ear. My hands running through his hair as his face laid in the crook of my neck. “ Matt, I do understand. “ my words soft and soothing allowing him to stay there as long as he needed. “I know you’re doing this for us.” My hands running softly up his back. When he finally moved, he was Matt again, the softness in his features returned. He laid his head on my chest,he was quiet for a longtime, the war inside him quieted for the first time.

[midwestmade29]

Rectify ❤️‍🔥

My story came to life from the “one prompt a day” post from @urfriendlywriter you’ll find here 🙂 this one was called “touch starved.” I’m excited to see what ones are next! Also, you'll find 2-3 other prompts from @loveisanimaginarydagger3000's list in my story too! You can find the prompts here

( Side note: this was my take on someone being “touch starved.” I’m sure it means different things to different people, this was just what I gravitated towards.)

Word count: 1,839 Divider by: @saradika-graphics

If you are not 18+ years old, please KEEP SCROLLING. Minors do not interact.

Due to the explicit nature, this story is NSFW or minors.

Dominant male, unprotected sex. Read at your own discretion.

Matt was on my mind a lot today and I saw the writing prompts and my brain ran with it 😏

Matt Jackson rectifies your “situation” in the sexiest of ways…

Matt sat on the other side of the table with his mouth agape as he stared at you. He was stunned by your answer to the question he had just asked you, which made you squirm in your seat at the sudden silence that surrounded your table. His reaction to you telling him that you hadn’t been touched or kissed by a man in almost a year made you regret even saying anything. Crawling into a dark hole or flying away sounded good right about now! You cleared your throat in hopes that would snap Matt out of the stupor he was in, but he barely even blinked. “Matt, say something…” You quietly begged. “Do you want me to leave? I can have the waitress separate our checks…” Matt immediately grabbed your hand as you stood up from the table, finally showing some sign of life. “No, please sit. I’m sorry, I just can’t believe that!” he blurted out. “You can’t believe what? you asked sheepishly. Matt could tell that his choice of words didn’t come across like he meant them to when he saw you sink down in your chair a little. “Look at you, Y/N. You’re stunning. Any guy that doesn’t realize that needs to get their eyes checked! If you were mine, I wouldn’t be able to keep my hands off you.” His last words caused your cheeks to flush and your core to do a flip flop at the thought of Matt all over you.

“I mean there have been offers, but none I’ve wanted. They weren’t the person I wanted to be intimate with…” you hinted while never breaking eye contact. “I see. And who exactly did you want to be intimate with?” he purred, already knowing the answer. When you didn’t respond right away, Matt prompted you to explain. “Come on, don’t leave me hanging! Say it Y/N.” You bit your bottom lip timidly, causing Matt’s eyes to darken as he noticed the little indents your teeth left. He was the one squirming now! “You know who I’m talking about…” “Yes, I do but I need to hear you say it baby.” The grit in his low voice was incredibly sexy and it was making your arousal grow just from the sound of it. “You. I wanted you, Matt.” He smirked after his name fell from your lips, asking you an additional question that made you swallow hard. “And is that something you still want? To be intimate with me?” “It’s been so long since I’ve been touched, kissed properly, completely ravaged. But, when I’m alone at night in my bed, you’re who I think about while I touch myself. I imagine your hands roaming freely on my body, your lips leaving goosebumps wherever they touch…” You were cut off by the waitress when they came to the table to ask if they could get either of you anything. Matt quickly handed the waitress his credit card without even asking for the bill, clearly unconcerned with how much dinner was. Once the bill was officially paid for, Matt held your hand as he briskly walked towards the exit and into an Uber. “What are we doing?” you asked puzzled. “We are going to rectify your situation. We’re going back to my hotel room.”

Butterflies were fluttering in your stomach as Matt walked around you slowly, eyeing you hungrily while planning his course of action. There was a crackle in the air from the sexual tension that continued to build, the heat between your legs ever growing. You jumped slightly when Matt pressed his body into your back but reveled in the feeling of him being so close. He wrapped one arm around your abdomen pulling you even closer, while his free hand brushed your hair away from your ear and neck. Your breathing became shallow and breathy when Matt whispered in your ear, “Are you sure you want this, Y/N? You really want to do this and give yourself to me?” Your clit was throbbing for this man, your muscles tense with want. There was no doubt in your mind, body, and soul that you wanted Matt to have his way with you. You turned to face him, giving him your final answer. “Yes, I’m sure I want this. I want whatever you have in store Matt. Don’t hold back, don’t hesitate. Fuck me so good that I’ll still feel the effects from it in the morning.” A groan escaped from deep inside of him when he picked you up and carried you over to the bed and laying you down on the mattress. He kissed you fiercely, his lips soft and warm against yours. Matt only broke contact momentarily as he pulled your shirt over your head, and skillfully unclasping your bra next and tossing it to the floor. “Mmm, so beautiful baby.” He praised as he took each of your breasts in his hands, massaging them before leaning down and kissing each pink circle. Your nipples started to pucker the more his tongue flicked all around them, and you couldn’t help but to gasp when he sucked hard and released them from his mouth immediately afterwards. He lowered his head down to kiss you again, ghosting his lips against yours before pulling back again with a smug smirk, making you chase him in desperation. Matt was very much in control of the situation, taking the lead like he did with mostly everything else. He stood up, leaving your body longing for more.

You watched every move he made as he pulled his shirt over his head before undoing his belt buckle and letting his pants slide down to the floor. His hard length was straining against his boxer briefs, longing to be set free from all restrictions. Matt didn’t remove his underwear just yet, instead he made quick work of taking your pants and panties off simultaneously leaving you completely naked and exposed on the bed. Your body responded to his touch as his hands slid up your body, setting it ablaze every inch they covered. Matt watched how your body reacted to the slightest touches and he studied your facial cues making sure what he was doing felt good to you. He finally kissed you and you grabbed ahold of his hair to keep him in place so he couldn’t break away this time. Holy shit was he a good kisser! Your tongues danced together as your hands desperately grasped at one another, gasping into each other’s mouths like you couldn’t get enough. When you came up for air, Matt’s hand started trailing down your body. His fingertips lightly creating a path in between your breasts, down to your stomach and stopping at your pelvis. “I want to touch you, baby. Feel your wetness on my fingers. Is that okay?” he asked breathlessly. “Yes…” was the only response your brain could offer since it was in overdrive. You lower half bucked off the bed when he began making circles with his finger on your clit. You whimpered at his touch when he inserted two fingers inside of you. “Shit, you’re so tight baby. So wet and warm.” He murmured next to your ear.

“Please Matt! I need you. Fuck me now, I want to feel all of you!” you begged. After he removed his boxer briefs, he positioned himself in between your legs, aligning his length up with your entrance. The anticipation was killing you and your nerves rose to the surface again. You knew you wanted this and that you asked for all of it. You were more concerned with being good enough for Matt and making him feel good too. He took notice of the worried look on your face and asked tenderly, “What’s wrong baby? Are you okay? Do you want to stop?” “I-I just want you to feel good. I want it to be good for you…” you said, almost inaudible. “You are pure perfection Y/N. I’m so turned on by you that I almost exploded just looking at you earlier! Don’t think baby, just feel.” His words gave you the comfort and confidence you needed to proceed, and he kissed you passionately before pushing himself inside of you. At first it was a little uncomfortable since it had been so long since you’ve been intimate with someone, but Matt was sweet and took it slow, allowing you to adjust to his thickness. Your walls squeezed and pulled him, making him shiver at the sensation. Matt’s long dark hair tickled your face as it fell around you, his scent filling your nose and the look of lust in his eyes sending you into overdrive. Matt made each slow and deep thrust count, hitting all the right spots every single time! Even though his intentions were to fuck you like you asked him to, and his original plan was to rectify you of being touch starved, his passion and vulnerability still shined through. Matt interlocked his fingers with yours and brought your hands above your head, beads of sweat falling on your cheek as he lowered his body, making sure it was flush against yours.

His body blanketed over you, and his weight pinned you against the mattress. You couldn’t get enough of him and being this close almost felt like it wasn’t close enough. “Matt!” you cried out into the air. “I’m almost there…don’t stop!” He sighed against your lips as the pleasure was overtaking him too. The headboard was knocking against the wall with each deep thrust, the sound of your bodies connecting echoing through the room. Matt released your hands, and they instantly made their way onto his back, nails scraping and digging into his skin there. His arms were on each side of your head as he leaned against them for support, never losing his rhythm as he got better situated. Your orgasm tore through your body, the intensity of it almost taking your breath away! You cried out Matt’s name as the waves of your release crashed over you. “You’re so sexy baby…” Matt cooed against your cheek. While your walls pulsated against his length, Matt found his release too. You could feel every drop fill you as he pumped himself in and out a few more times as he rode out his release. You were both breathless and sweaty, and completely satisfied. Matt kissed you before removing himself from you, causing both of you to groan from the loss of contact. He laid down next to you, trying to steady his breathing as he opened his arms to you, encouraging you to scoot closer and cuddle with him. Your head rested on his chest, and he pulled the covers over you both so neither of you would get chilled.

Before the two of you drifted off to sleep, you spoke softly as you nuzzled closer to Matt. “I think you created a monster.” “Why do you say that?” he asked half asleep. “I’m already wondering when we can do that again…”

That GIF though…🥵

[magicalbuttertarts]

AEW Masterlist

EVP MATTHEW JACKSON (18+)

warnings: p in v. Oral (m receiving). Power dynamics, reader works for EVP Matthew Jackson.

EVP Matthew Jackson: Who hires you to be his personal assistant, even though he doesn't need one. He just saw you one day, and decided he wanted you to work for him.

EVP Matthew Jackson: Who tells you that he has a dress code, skirt, blouse and heels at all times. You don't mind because you need this job.

EVP Matthew Jackson: He works late, and makes you stay late. That is one of his many rules. When he works, you work.

EVP Matthew Jackson: Who insists on being called Mr Jackson. Every time you say it, he feels his cock twitch in his pants.

EVP Matthew Jackson: Who starts to "accidentally" drop different items on the floor, and having you pick them up. What you don't see is him palming his hardening cock through his pants.

EVP Matthew Jackson: Who told you to go home one evening, as he will be staying much later than he intended, and decided that this once you could go home early, but you forgot your purse and came back to grab it.

EVP Matthew Jackson: Who knew you would forget something, as you always did and made sure to be as loud as possible as he jerked himself off at his desk, moaning your name.

EVP Matthew Jackson: Who could see your shadow from under the door as you watched him cum all over his stomach to thinking about you.

EVP Matthew Jackson: Who enjoyed the way how you averted your gaze the next day, but he needed you.

EVP Matthew Jackson: He called you into his office. "I know you came back last night, and I know you saw everything." You tried to deny it, but he just held up his hand, making you quiet. "You're fired."

EVP Matthew Jackson: Who knew you needed this job, and you started to get upset, begging to keep this job. That you would do anything to keep it.

EVP Matthew Jackson: Who had you right where he wanted you. You were desperate to keep this job, so he had you on your knees, blouse open, with your lips around his cock.

EVP Matthew Jackson: Who was fucking your throat, calling you all sorts of degrading names, which right to you core, making you moan around his cock.

EVP Matthew Jackson: Who grunted your name as he came. His cum filling your mouth, forcing you to swallow.

EVP Matthew Jackson: Who had you come to his office every day to suck him off. Everyday, you would walk into his office for 12:30 and walk out with your hair a mess, and his cum on your lips.

EVP Matthew Jackson: Who one day after fucking your face, had you lay back on his desk, moving your soaked panties to the side, and slamming his cock into you.

EVP Matthew Jackson: Who fucked you so hard and so rough, that his desk was scraping across the floor, but neither of you cared. Not when he was fucking you so good, and your brain was turning to mush.

EVP Matthew Jackson: Who fucked you through your orgasm, which had you screaming out "MR. JACKSON." Knowing his colleagues could hear that, seemed to turn him feral.

EVP Matthew Jackson: Who came inside of your fluttering pussy, not caring at that moment if you were on birth control or not.

EVP Matthew Jackson: Who pulled out of you, and fell back into his chair, and watched as your combined juices leaked out onto what only he could assume was some important paperwork he had to sign.

EVP Matthew Jackson: Who fixed himself up quickly, and just looked at you as you tried to fix yourself up. "I have a 2:30 meeting. I do not wish to be disturbed, unless I call upon you."

EVP Matthew Jackson: Who was already forming a plan to have you be the this meeting's entertainment. He just knows how his fellow EVPs have been looking at you.

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