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evieolo · 10 months ago

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Cocaine Kicker

Pairing: Matt Sturniolo x Fem!Reader

Contains: SMUT!!/intoxicated sex/MANY mentions of cocaine/doggy/fingering/clit stim/multiple rounds/squirting/p in v/breeding

Request: Can you write a Matt story inspired by the song gorilla by bruno Mars

You and Matt parade into your apartment loudly. Messes of giggles fall from both your lips as your hands fumble through your purse for your keys.

You stumble in your stilettos as you haphazardly key open your door, but tread into your apartment with confidence, ridding yourself of your bag and about to kick off your heels when Matt pulls you in for a sloppy kiss.

He’s granted access easily, the liquor helping with this. He tastes strongly of bourbon. Fragrant of Invictus Rabanne with the mixture of the cola that dusts his collar.

Your lips move messily against his, saliva mixing and teeth bumping together occasionally. You pull away but let your arms loop loosely around his neck, the lack of oxygen intensifying the dizziness of the cocaine.

Matt runs his hands over your body. Hips, ass, thighs, chest.

You shiver when his cold palm brushes your pebbled nipple, and you’d be lying if you said the contact didn’t go rushing straight to your heat.

Your nipples are hard from a mix of the cold and the intoxication that flows through your bloodstream, and your thin top does a subpar job hiding the pebbled dots.

Matt’s close, close enough to give you a hickey, or kiss your neck but he doesn’t, he stays embracing you, almost inhaling your scent before he speaks.

“I want to ruin you.” He rasps.

You breathe softly, feeling the words go straight to your core. “What’s stopping you?”

Hearing your words, Matt pulls your form to his body. Your back arches into him causing your tits, which practically spill out of your top to be pressed against him. Matt groans, his growing erection poking at your thigh and he licks his lips, holding you for seconds until his mouth is latched to the plump flesh of your breasts.

You moan. Open mouthed, nothing on your mind but Matt, snaking your arms around his torso for better grip and you start to grind your hips against his with need. Matt lets out a low whine, the drug in his system enhancing the pleasure he’s feeling. He sucks a bruise onto your skin, grazing his teeth over the dotting red spot in admiration before pulling back, grabbing your hand, and pulling you to the bedroom.

He wastes no time, shoving you onto the mattress with fervent, his dilated eyes poking into yours. “Take this off.” He breathes, tugging at your cheetah print top.

You nod, letting out an eager sigh as you hoist yourself up on your elbows. Enough so you can get the tank over your head.

Matt nearly groans at the sight of your tits spilling out of your top, you’d been teasing him in the bra-let all night, and he had to refrain from the idea of crawling over you as is and fucking his dick in between the two mounds.

You don’t wait for him to ask about your skirt, slipping it down your thighs, grasping your panties at the same time, pulling them down concurrently.

Matt watches intently as you arch your back off the mattresses to get your bottoms off, breathing in deeply as he eyes you, all exposed for him.

Turned on further, he pulls his shirt off, unbuckling his belt but not stepping out of his pants yet.

Matt steps closer, looming over you as he grazes your slick with his fingers. “You’re drenched.” He nearly laughs, bathing his digits in your wetness. You whine at the contact, feeling more stimulated than ever, the drug shooting all your pleasure straight to your core but what you need is to be filled.

“Need you now Matty.” Your voice is anything but stern, it's whiny and high-pitched—begging to be fucked.

Matt circles around and above your clit lazily with his fingers, ignoring your pleas and continues teasing.

He lets out a wry laugh when you squirm away from him. “Gotta stretch you out first baby.” He murmurs, pressing straight down on your clit with his thumb, rolling it off when he hears you gasp.

You let out a whine, shaking your head. “ No Matty, I need you now. Need it all.”

Matt lets out a breath, loud, you feel the hot air trickle against your neck and practically sense his indecision.

“Fine.” He breathes, his look hardening, “Turn around, hands and knees.”

You smile, stomach fluttering with anticipation as you reposition yourself to face the headboard, face down, and ass up, pawing at the nearby pillow to brace for what's to come.

Matt unloops his belt, tossing it to the floor into the haphazard pile you’d made of your clothes.

Feeling the heat build in your stomach, you wriggle your hips in anticipation, knowing exactly what to do to set him off. As if on cue, his boxers and jeans are off.

“So needy,” Matt laughs, palming the base of his cock and feathering his hand up his length to coax out tears of pre cum.

He lets out a loud groan and gives in, running his dick through your slick as a lubricant, rutting his hips back and forth gently to coat his base before it gets caught on your hole.

Matt has to restrain himself from pushing in in one solid thrust. Instead he eases himself into you inch by inch from the tip.

You paw at the sheets at the fiery burn. You feel so full. The leftward curve rimming against your g-spot, and it has you near wreathing when he hasn’t even moved yet.

Once you’ve fully adjusted to Matt’s size he pulls out to the tip, then waits for a beat before slamming himself fully into you. You let out a startled yelp, “Oh!” As he continues ramming into you. Slow pulls, and hard thrusts that ram your g-spot each time.

The stretch of his cock burns in the best way, the way it rams into your cervix has you pawing at the sheets.

The bulging vein that runs down his right side hits all the spots in your gummy walls. It has you pawing at the sheets, grasping the blankets in your palms as best you can as you try to keep a steady grip, but it's near impossible with how much your body jolts forward every time he thrusts.

“This pussy’s made for me.” Matt grunts, gripping your waist firmly while indulging himself in you. “Can anyone else fuck you this good?”

You let out a loud whine in an attempt to say no, then try to shake your head. This only results in your mascara and lipstick standing on the pillow your head is pressed to.

“Words,” Matt grunts, “words or I’ll stop”

Your back arches into him, and your legs start to shake at the feel of your orgasm. “No-nobody else can fuck me-me good,” You stammer out, voice whiney as the orgasmic tears brimming your waterline fall.

“Who does this pussy belong to?” Matt grabs a fistful of your hair, pulling your face of the mattress you’d settled in. “You,” you croak out, “s’your pussy daddy.”

Matt doesn’t let you ride your orgasm out one bit, pulling himself out the second your walls start convulsing. You’re too fucked out to care, too fucked out to notice how he turns you on your back, presses your legs up, and slips himself back into you.

He starts ramming into you, his hips meeting yours every second. The sound of sex fills the room, your mixed moans and whines along with the wet sounds of your bodies mixing.

“Deeper!” You cry, fucked out, chasing another high, and mind clouded by pleasure.

Matt hears this and halts his thrusts. He repositions himself so he’s more bent down and hoists both of your thighs over his shoulders. Then he resumes thrusting.

”H-holy shit.” You stammer, letting your tongue loll out of your mouth.

Your eyes roll back in your head, you're unsure he’d ever hit spots so deep in you. The pleasurable stretch of your hamstrings and Matt's length ramming into your cervix was nearing your orgasm.

“You can take more than just this,” Matt smirks through his groans, freeing one of his hands and bringing it down to your slit, flicking fast circles over your clit.

You wreathe, convulsing under him, “T-too much!”

But to your ‘dismay,’ Matt wouldn’t stop unless you used your word, and you didn’t want to use it. So you were fucked. Literally.

You try to squirm away from the overwhelming pleasure, a fist meets his chest momentarily but it’s weak, this turns into pathetic grasping, your fingers pawing at his chest, gripping around nothing, just the pads of your fingers on his chest.

“You gonna cum for me?”

You nod pathetically, legs trembling as you squirt around him. A string of curses and moans flows from your mouth as your crushing orgasm overtakes you.

You let out a choked sob, sending Matt over the edge. He thrusts deep into you and holds himself there as he releases, letting out small groans and whines as his hips stutter into you.

He stays inside you for several beats, drawing his orgasm out inside if you.

He draws out a long ‘fuckkkkk’ as he pulls himself out of you, nearly hissing as your walls hug him tightly, milking him for all he’s worth. You hear a light ‘plp’ sound when Matts draws himself all the way out, a mixture of his cum and your juices flowing out of you.

Matt notices this and makes a ‘tut’ sound between his teeth.

He brings two fingers to your slick, starting from the bottom, and runs them up, spooning his cum up and shoving it back into you, thrusting, with his fingers, as deep as he could go.

“Can’t have any of it go to waste huh?” He coos, pumping his fingers with lazy movements, continuing in this action until he’s satisfied himself and stops, drawing his fingers out of you and releasing your legs from his shoulders’ grasp.

With this your legs fall limply on the bed as he lets them go, pattering down on the mattress as you let out a sigh.

“You fuck me so good Matty.”

He leans down, pressing a kiss to your clammy forehead before lying down, flattening himself onto you. “It’s the cocaine sweetheart.”

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eldritchsurveys · 5 years ago

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