#orgazmo fanfiction

[backseat-l0ver]

wooow first fanfic on tumblr ever this is crazy !!! i’ve literally been trying to write this story for like over a year now i think.. i’m a very unmotivated individual unfortunately. i have so many ideas but never know how to execute them lol

anyway ! reblogs n notes are appreciated <3 i hope you all enjoy !!!

18+ please!!! i’m not afraid to block anybody lol

thigh riding coop in the bus with his teammates yay :3

(m!receiving oral, choking mentioned for like 2 seconds, kinda exhibitionism, it switches between the dynamics so soft dom and sub coop, thigh riding obv, creampie (implied that reader is on birth control), established relationship, fingering, a little bit of fluff bc i have a soft spot for coop, lowkey porn without plot lol) some parts might be a little out of character sorry

word count: 3,150

Sitting in the back of a bus for hours on end with multiple, stinky men is definitely not the way you wanted to spend the next couple of months, but, you’d do anything for Coop. Obviously, you’d prefer to just be at home with him in your guys’ shitty one bedroom apartment, but any time spent with him, alone or not, was worth any sacrifice. So, here you were, stuffed into a bus, sitting on your boyfriend’s lap, counting the hours until your next stop.

You could tell that Coop was getting just as antsy as you were, because he kept bouncing his leg and tapping his fingers against your waist. His knee bouncing was just about getting on your last nerve, because you were so incredibly horny and he had no idea. You take in a deep breath as his bouncing knee hits just the right spot, giving you the tiniest bit of relief. You shut your eyes tightly, gently squeezing Coop’s hand that you’ve been holding for almost the entire trip. He lifts his head slightly from your shoulder, humming softly. “You okay, baby..?” He whispers in your ear. Just hearing his tired voice directly in your ear was enough to make you clench around nothing. “Mm.. Yeah.. Just..” You trail off, moving Coop’s hand that you’re holding to underneath your skirt and in between your thighs, letting him feel how worked up you are. You can feel the heat coming off his face, as he cups your heat. “You keep bouncing your knee and it’s getting me all worked up..” You whisper in his ear, now trying to grind against his hand. He moves his hand away, moving it to squeeze your thigh instead. He looks around the bus quickly, noticing that everyone is asleep. “Baby.. we can’t do this here..” He whispers. You whine softly, starting to grind against his thigh again. “Please, Coop.. I’ll be quiet..” You turn your head slightly, looking at him with a pout on your face. “I- well..” He stutters out, once again looking around the bus to make sure everyone is asleep. You whine softly, moving your hips against his thigh. “I’ll make it up to you at the next stop..” You whisper to him, smiling sweetly at him. His breath catches in his throat, his face becoming an even deeper shade of red. He sticks his tongue out the corner of his mouth, thinking about your request. His hand squeezes your thigh again tightly, a sigh leaving his lips.

“Just.. please be quiet..” He kisses your jaw gently, now helping you move your hips against his thigh. His lips continue moving down your neck, leaving love bites along it. His hands move to grip your waist, as you bite your lip. “Mmph.. Coop, love your thighs so much..” You whisper, leaning your head back against his shoulder. He smiles softly at the compliment, moving one his hands up your torso. “Yeah? When we’re back home you’ll have to show me just how much..” He whispers back, lifting his thigh up to meet your hip movements. His hand moving up your torso goes under your (his) Beers jersey, going underneath your bra. His fingers go around your nipples, pinching them softly. “Coop.. It’s not enough..” You whine softly, grabbing his other hand, shoving it towards your clothed cunt. “Please, baby..” You beg quietly.

You can feel his breathing pick up, as he continues kissing and biting at your neck. “Of course, honey..” His hand pushes underneath your skirt again, spreading your legs. He moves his hand slowly up your thigh, soon cupping his hand against your heat. “Fuck.. You’re so wet for me, huh, baby?” You can feel him smirk against your neck, as you blush deeply. “God, please just touch me already, Coop. I can’t handle the teasing anymore..” You whimper out, him finally pressing his fingers against your panties, just over your clit. He starts circling his fingers, making you throw your head back again. “Oh, my God..” You whisper. He continues circling his fingers, his other hand still working on your chest. “Fuuuck.. You’re such a good girl..” He whispers, before sucking a dark hickey on your neck. You let out a quiet moan at the praise, grinding your hips against his fingers. He takes his fingers away from your cunt quickly, sticking two of them up to your lips, “Suck.” He says simply, tapping your lips gently. You open your mouth quickly, sucking on his fingers. You run your tongue along them, getting them coated in your spit. “Good girl.” He moves his hand back down, now shoving them in your underwear, running his fingers along your folds. He scoots down in the seat, giving him better access to your hole. He shoves his fingers into your hole, his thumb starting to circle your clit again. You let out a choked moan, squeezing your thighs. Coop quickly shushes you, moving his hand from under the jersey and wrapping his hand around your throat. “Be quiet or I won’t let you cum until we’re back home. Not the next stop, or even the one after that. When we’re back at our apartment in like, 2 months, understand?” He whispers hastily, squeezing the sides of your throat. You nod quickly, clenching around his fingers inside you. “Y- yes, Coop..” You choke out. He smiles, starting to pump his fingers quickly inside of you.

You loved this side of Coop, when he was kind of mean. It was a complete 180 to his usual demeanor towards you. To his friends, he was kind of an asshole, but he has an almost embarrassing sweet-spot for you. You had him wrapped around your finger, and he wouldn’t trade it for the world. No matter how much the rest of the team made fun of him, you both knew all of them were jealous that he has you. You’re absolutely his biggest supporter and he honestly does not know what’d he do without you.

His thumb continues rubbing your clit quickly, his fingers inside you doing just the same. You bite your lip again, wrapping a hand around his wrist. “Coop.. ‘m so close..” You sigh out. You can feel your legs start to shake as he puts a hand over your mouth. “Come on, baby… It’s okay, I got you..” He whispers in your ear, his fingers keeping the same pace. Your legs squeeze tightly around his wrist, moaning into his hand quietly as you come undone. “Good girl.. You’re so good for me..” He kisses along your neck, helping you ride out your orgasm.

After a couple of minutes of you panting against his hand and clenching around his fingers, he finally pulls them out. He immediately brings them up to his mouth, sucking on them. He groans quietly at the taste of you on his fingers, heat spreading across your face. “You taste so good..” He whispers in your ear.

After helping you fix your clothes to the best of his abilities, promising you that he’ll take care of you at the next stop, he lets you lay against his chest to try and rest. The next stop was only about 30 minutes away, and you were so looking forward to being in an actual bed after being on the road for 7+ hours. Plus, with Coop being owner and captain of the Beers, he always got you guys a private hotel room.

-

After everyone grabbed their luggages from underneath the bus, saying quick good nights to each other, you finally had Coop all to yourself. When you guys set down your luggages in the room, placing your pajamas out for the night, Coop’s hands were all over you again. He grabbed your face with both his hands gently, pulling you closer to him. His lips met yours in a loving manner, at first, but soon turned more heated. After a few moments he was grabbing at your hair and moving his hands down your neck, onto your chest. He felt you through your shirt, grabbing and squeezing whatever he could get his hands on. “You’re rather eager..” You whisper teasingly, smirking up at him. He chuckles, “Says the one who was begging to cum on my fingers in a bus earlier.” He shoots back, smiling. You playfully roll your eyes, smacking his arm gently. “Shush, or I’ll put that mouth to good work.” You retort.

“Hm.. How about you first? You still owe me.” He moves one of his hands back up to your face, brushing some hair away. You feel your face heat up, shyly looking away. He gently brings your head back to look at him. There’s a devious smirk on his face, and his eyes are gesturing for you to look down when you finally meet his gaze again. You look down slowly, a noticeable tent in Coop’s gym shorts. You bite your lip softly, placing your hands on his shoulders. You put your mouth up by his ear, kissing his cheek gently, “Don’t worry, baby.. I’ll take care of you..”

You feel him shudder at your words, a dazed smile on his face. You smile back at him, walking him backwards towards the bed. He plops down, looking up at you. You caress his face, feeling him lean into your touch. You rub his cheek softly with your thumb, leaning down and kissing him. He comes up to meet you eagerly, groaning softly when your lips finally meet again. You pull away slowly, him following you pathetically. You smirk down at him, before sinking down onto your knees in front of him. You look up at him sweetly, running your hands up his thighs. He leans back, his arms holding him up so he can still look at you. Your hands finally land on his hard cock, feeling him up through his pants. He sighs, throwing his head back slightly. “Your hand feels like heaven..” He whimpers out as you continue to move your hand up and down against him. “Mm.. I bet my mouth will feel even better, Coop.” You slide your hands up, starting to pull his gym shorts down. He shivers slightly at the cool air of the hotel A/C, but it’s quickly resolved by you putting your hand back on him. He groans at the feeling of your hand, bucking his hips up into your movements. “Hoooly shit..” He pants out. “I.. I need your mouth on me.. Please..” He whimpers again, looking down at you with an almost pained look on his face. You smile back at him, simply nodding. “Of course, you asked so sweetly.”

You move your hand, bringing your mouth down to the tip of his cock. You swirl your tongue around it, your saliva dripping down the sides. His hands quickly grip the bed sheets, a moan escaping his mouth. You continue moving farther down his cock, trying to take all of him in. Coop was quite girthy, and just over 6 inches in length. You had your work cut out for you.

You made it about halfway down the length, gagging. What was left was occupied by your hand again. You started slow, your tongue pressed flat against the bottom side of his cock, moving your head up and down, gagging every now and then. Coop still had a tight grip on the bed sheets, but was looking down at you, watching your every movement. As you looked back at him, you could see the gears in his mind turning, as he sat up slightly, grabbing a handful of your hair on the crown of your head. He pulls your head back slightly and bucks his hips into your mouth again. The head of his cock hits the back of your throat quickly, as he pulls back again, getting ready to buck up into your mouth again. “Fuck.. You’re so good to me.. Your mouth is amazing..” He groans out, his grip tight on your hair. You moan softly at his words, rubbing your thighs together. The feeling of your moan sends a wave of pleasure through Coop, making him buck up into your mouth again. “If you keep this up, I’ll cum immediately, baby.. You’re too good.” He bites his lip, reluctantly pulling your mouth away from his cock,

“I wanna cum in a different hole of yours.” He says, that damn smirk on his face again. He grabs your jaw, pulling you up to your feet. He’s still sitting down, but once you’re fully standing up again, his hands are on your thighs once again, bringing you towards him. “C’mere.” He says, pulling you down on his lap, you two now face to face. He smiles at you lovingly, leaning in to kiss you again. You wrap your arms around his shoulders, your hands going to his hair. You slowly sink down, your still-wet panties from the bus ride sticking to you even more as you grind against Coop’s hard cock. His hands go to your hips, squeezing them. His hips buck into yours, soft moans from both of you filling the room.

“I need to be inside you, baby..” He whimpers, looking up at you dreamily. You cradle his face gently, rubbing his cheek with your thumb. He leans into your touch, turning his head to kiss your palm. “I love you.” He mumbles against your hand.

Even after the hundreds of times he's said it to you, it never fails to make you feel giddy inside. You smile at him, kissing him again. “I love you too, Coop.” You reply against his lips. His hands grip your hips a little tighter again, moving you so you're sitting next to him on the bed. “Lay down, let me take care of you.” He gets up, placing a kiss on your forehead. You stand up quickly, taking your panties and skirt off, going back to the bed and laying down. Coop slips off his shirt coming to join you on the bed.

He sits in front of you on his knees, in between your legs. He moves forward, putting his hands on either side of your head. He looks down at you admirably, leaning his head down to give you another kiss. You put your hands on his now exposed shoulders, loving the skin-to-skin contact with him. You can feel him shiver at the contact, his skin warm and soft to the touch. He moves his body closer to you, his cock touching your thigh, his precum sticking to you. You move one of your hands from his shoulder, grabbing his cock. You guide the tip towards your cunt, rubbing it up and down and getting his tip wet. He shudders, bucking his hips into yours again. “Fuuck.. You’re so wet.” He grunts, moving one of his hands to your hip. “Are you ready? I don't think I can wait any longer.” He bites his lip softly, grinding his hips against you.

You respond simply by finally putting the head of his cock in you, both of you moaning. He moves his hips forward slowly, the rest of his cock slipping inside you. His cock stretches you perfectly, filling you up deliciously. He squeezes your hip tightly, groaning at the feeling of you around him. “You're so tight, feels so good.” You moan at his praise, clenching around him and trying to pull more of him in. “You're so big, Coop. Filling me up so good.” You moan out, scratching along his back with your nails.

After a few moments of him slowly pumping in and out of you, he starts to speed up, the sounds of his and yours moans along with the sound of skin slapping skin filling the hotel room. Thank God the bed’s headboard was connected to the wall or you guys would've woken up Remer next door with whatever girl was with him tonight.

Coop pushed himself off his arm by your head, leaning back and putting his now free hand on your clit and rubbing circles on it with his thumb. He continues pumping in and out of you, hitting all the right spots. “Fuck, Coop, I’m already so close..” You whimper, continuing to clench around him and moan every time he touches you just right. “Me too, baby. I wanna feel you cum on my cock.” He groans out, his cock twitching inside you. You wrap your arms around his neck, bringing his face close to yours again and kissing him deeply. His tongue darts out into your mouth, playing with yours. His thumb on your clit speeds up and his thrusts become deeper and harder.

“Coop, I’m gonna…” You blurt before your climax hits you like a truck. You clench tightly around Coop, your legs shaking. Your moans are swallowed by his mouth as he helps you ride out your orgasm. “Just a little more, honey. I'm so close.” He pants, his thrusts becoming progressively sloppier and more desperate. Coop always becomes extremely whiny before he cums, always blabbering praises- “You're so good to me”, “You feel amazing”, “You're so beautiful.” As you were coming in and out of the ecstasy of your orgasm, you could feel his hot cum covering your insides. He nuzzles his head into your neck, biting down on the sensitive skin to quiet his loud moans and whimpers.

For a few moments you stayed like this with him, entangled with him. His cock becoming soft inside you, and his body becoming limp on top of you. You both were exhausted from both the bus ride and… that. But, you knew you both should shower before finally going to sleep.

“Coop, sweetie.” You whisper, running your hand through his hair. He grunts, turning his head from inside your neck. “We should get cleaned up and changed, then we can sleep, yeah?” You say, his sleepy eyes barely open. He groans dramatically, starting to get up off you. “Whatever you say, mom.” He says sarcastically with a scoff. You roll your eyes, pushing his chest. “Shut up, you'll thank me later.” You retort, and he smiles down at you, kissing you again softly.

After you both get cleaned up and put on your pajamas, you get under the covers with each other. Coop wraps his arm around you, pulling you close to him. He's so warm and comfortable to lay on, you fall asleep almost immediately, but Coop clears his throat.

“I love you a lot, y'know?” He says sleepily, rubbing his nose against your cheek. “You're just.. You’re awesome.” He says, and you can hear the smile on his face. You turn towards him, kissing him softly. “I love you too, Coop.” You say, a cheesy smile on both your faces. You fall asleep shortly after, getting much needed sleep for getting back on the road the next day.

[just1riqht]

I feel like we don’t talk enough about how babygirl trey parker and matt stone are

[adidastain]

just you and me

90s matt stone x fem reader

warnings: implied smut, alcohol use

notes: first person perspective (I, me, my, etc.)

word count: 2217

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“Oh, Trey! Ah!”

I looked over at the man sitting next to me. He was pinching his nose bridge, groaning slightly.

A laugh escaped through my nose as the sound of steady thumping filled the room. My friend and I were over at her boyfriend’s house to watch football, and she sort of ditched the living room with her boyfriend to go fuck upstairs. Now I was left alone with Trey’s roommate, Matt, who seemed just as awkward as me.

My friend practically screamed, before I could hear Trey shushing her. I shook my head and Matt took his glasses off to run his palms over his face.

“Jesus Christ,” he exhaled, laughing slightly. I giggled and stood up to make my way towards the kitchen.

“You want a beer?” I asked, rummaging through their refrigerator.

“No thanks,” he huffed, standing up as well.

Matt joined me in the kitchen to toss an empty beer can in the recycling. Their kitchen was quite small, so he sort of had to shimmy past me and I swear I felt our hips brush together.

“Can you hand me that cheese?” he said.

The only cheese I could see in the fridge was a little bag of shredded cheese, labeled “Four-Cheese Mexican Blend.”

I watched him as he poured a pile of chips onto a plate, before sprinkling cheese on top and throwing it all in the microwave.

“Did you see me on Master Chef last season?” he asked, grinning. Thumping continued steadily upstairs.

“I knew you looked familiar,” I said, playing along with his joke. Matt giggled and looked down at his feet, shuffling in his position.

I watched him nibble at his fingernails as silence filled the room. He seemed so shy all the sudden; I guess that was just from the fact that we didn’t really know each other and only just met a few hours ago.

My friend had told me about him a couple times and suggested I go out with him. I think she just wanted someone to go on double dates with. It sounded pretty ridiculous, but I guess after actually meeting him I’d maybe feel better about it.

He seemed like the funny type; I could tell he and Trey were practically inseparable. They were perfect for each other. But Trey was loud, and Matt definitely wasn’t.

“It’s been five minutes now,” Matt said, looking at his watch.

“They usually go for about twenty,” I added. “Supposedly.”

Matt laughed softly. He had a cute laugh, sort of. The gap between his front teeth really did a lot for him as far as charm went.

Suddenly, the microwave beeped and he presented his award-winning dish to me. The cheese melted into one big glob that bound a bunch of chips together as well.

“Nachos,” Matt beamed.

I giggled and rolled my eyes slightly. This guy was a total dork. My friend did tell me it was time I gave dorky guys a chance, since all three of my previous boyfriends were either jocks or models. But they all sucked, so maybe she was right.

Matt picked apart the glob of chips and cheese, snacking idly. He never went back to the couch though, so long as I was still in the kitchen. I could hear Trey groaning loudly above us, while my friend whimpered and moaned with each thud.

“Great game, huh?” I asked, breaking the silence so we wouldn’t have to listen to our friends having sex for the next, who knows how many minutes.

“Yeah,” Matt said. “The uh, Ravens are really kicking ass tonight.”

He somehow kept a straight face. I guess I was a little buzzed and delirious after having one beer, but to be honest, anything was funnier than listening to people fuck.

“I don’t know anything about football,” I admitted, picking at my fingernails.

“Me neither,” he snorted. “I like basketball. And hockey.”

“Hockey’s cool,” I agreed.

Silence again. Except for the thumping and creaking and moaning.

“Oh my God,” I whispered, gripping my face with my hands. I ran my fingers through my hair, leaning forward to sort of curl up like a shrimp.

“They always do this when she’s over,” Matt sighed, his voice hushed. “Wouldn’t you think, y’know… maybe they’d get bored of it?”

I threw my hands up. “Exactly!” I huffed.

“I guess I can’t really say anything, though,” he mumbled.

“Why not?” I asked, rubbing my forehead.

Matt bit his lip, staring down at his feet. “I wouldn’t turn down getting laid.”

“Well, duh,” I snorted. “But would you ditch your friend to have sex? At a stranger’s house?”

Matt shook his head.

“Exactly,” I whined.

“If you wanna leave, I can drive you home or something-“ Matt offered.

I shook my head. “It’s fine. They’ll be done soon. Hopefully.”

“Okay,” he laughed.

I sighed again, letting my gaze linger on him for a few seconds. I studied the way the fabric of his shirt hung from his shoulders, which were slightly slanted and very broad. The fabric caught on his collarbone and clung to the muscles in his chest, which weren’t huge, but still prominent. The rest of his body seemed to drown in the shirt; he looked skinny but his chest and arms were fairly toned.

Matt’s eyes caught mine and I actually blushed. He simply smiled like a dork. He really was quite cute…

That’s when I got my brilliant idea.

“Wanna make out?” I asked, taking a step towards him.

Matt’s eyes widened and he snorted. His body shifted to the side, shoulders shrugging as he stepped closer. “Sure.”

I bit my lip and carefully grabbed his hands, letting my body naturally gravitate towards his while I stared into his eyes. I could see now that he had dark green irises behind those big glasses.

Before I knew it, his lips met mine in a very gentle, ghostlike peck as he tested the waters. Matt reached up to caress my neck; his hands felt absolutely colossal in comparison to my slim frame. They were warm too.

I was shocked at how gentle he was being. We kissed so carefully, barely grazing each other’s lips and taking our time.

However, after moving my hands from his arms to his waist, I pulled him closer by the hips and stood on my tiptoes, attempting to deepen our kiss and build more passion between us. I wanted to feel his desire and see just how good he was at this.

It was then that Matt started holding his breath. As I kissed him deeper and opened my mouth slightly, I could feel his muscles tense up and he became hesitant to move. It seemed he focused most of his attention on moving his mouth in time with mine, strangled exhales escaping his lips every few seconds when we’d pull away in between kisses.

My hand slid up his torso to caress his face as I leaned back and looked into his eyes. His face was slightly pink and his lips were parted.

“You’re a pretty good kisser,” I smiled, glancing at his soft, warm lips.

Matt grinned, tooth gap on full display. “Not so bad yourself,” he said softly.

I let my hands fall to squeeze his biceps. “But you’re all tense,” I told him.

“Am I not allowed to be a little nervous?” he laughed sheepishly. “I barely know you.”

“Aw, you’re nervous,” I whispered. I kissed him again. “How sweet.”

“Yeah, kinda,” he said defensively. “You’re pretty.”

I hummed, pulling him back in to shut him up. This time I backed up so that the counter was digging into my hips and he could press his body against mine as hard as he could.

Matt grunted, before briefly pulling away. “Is it cool if I put my hand here?” he asked, placing his warm hand carefully on my waist.

I nodded, sliding my arms around his long neck to pull him back in. Once Matt had a good hold on my torso, I could feel a warm, tingly sort of sensation deep in the pit of my stomach. I could still hear thudding from above and I thought about quickly fucking this dork in the kitchen before they were finished upstairs. The thought was quickly pushed away, however.

“Mm… this feels dangerous,” he mumbled in between kisses. I could feel his lips curl into a smirk against my lips as he spoke, his warm hands massaging my waist.

“What do you mean?” I asked, panting softly.

“I might have a thing for you after this,” he exhaled. “You’re so good…”

I swear I didn’t mean to, but I let out a very soft, barely audible moan as he said this to me. The last thing I expected was for him to talk like that, but it kind of drove me crazy.

Fuck.

Matt pulled away and looked me in the eyes, seemingly flabbergasted by the sound I made. The eye contact was so intense. My heart was pounding in my chest, even faster than the thudding from upstairs.

Between the few seconds we spent staring at each other, Matt leaned closer and closer, letting his forehead rest against mine. It was oddly intimate, but I honestly loved it. Something about the fact that he was practically a complete stranger to me, yet still able to make me feel so flustered and anxious but comfortable at the same time, drew me closer to him. I felt need, like if I didn’t have him now, I’d never have him again.

I can’t believe I proved my friend right again.

But I couldn’t. I couldn’t do it. I can’t hook up with this guy here. Not right now. I felt insane for even thinking about it. I felt reckless.

My fingertip grazed over his lip, before leaning in to kiss him again, softly. I kissed him like I needed it to breathe, but not so much that I would die without it. Like I was kissing him just to kiss him. Taking time to breathe in between each kiss, letting my lips linger for a few seconds. The kind of kiss you’d share after having sex, when you’re exhausted and trying to catch your breath.

Eventually, we heard a loud, high-pitched whine echo from upstairs. We pulled away, giggling softly as the two lovebirds were seemingly finished doing their deed. Sadly, this meant my time with Matt was spent and I’d have to wait until our next meeting to do anything else.

“Hey,” he whispered, lifting my chin up so I’d look him in the eyes. “We should hang out sometime. Just you and me.”

I raised my eyebrows, laying my palms flat against his broad chest. “What would we do?” I teased, knowing damn well exactly what he had in mind.

“I dunno,” he giggled. “We’ll see how it goes.”

I couldn’t help but roll my eyes. Even if he was a sweet, dorky guy, he was still a guy. But who am I to judge? I almost tried to fuck him on his kitchen counter a few minutes prior.

“Okay,” I laughed.

Matt kissed me again, this time caressing my throat as he opened his mouth and licked my lips. I gasped and practically froze, immediately accepting the gesture by parting my lips and letting my tongue slide against his.

He tasted like tequila and the feeling of his hot, wet tongue against mine was absolutely intoxicating.

Unfortunately, after a minute or so, we heard footsteps coming down the stairs, and Matt let go of me. His warmth left with him and I felt cold as his body moved away. Aside from that, my face was on fire as my heart was racing and my lips still tasted like him.

Trey came downstairs alone, face probably just as flushed as mine and Matt’s. He let out a breathy “Hey,” before reaching inside the fridge to grab a cold beer. Matt and I responded in sync and I only felt my face grow warmer.

“Oh shit, Ravens are kicking ass. Sweet,” Trey said as he left the kitchen. I looked at Matt, who was biting his lip to stifle a laugh.

Eventually, my friend came back downstairs and we all gathered in the living room once again. Her and Trey were glued to each other of course, but instead of Matt and I sitting on opposite ends of the couch, I managed to squeeze in between him and the armrest.

Inevitably, my friend gave me that look, and I gave her the look. No words were said and none were needed. I couldn’t help but smile slightly, crossing my arms as I let my body ever so slightly lean towards Matt’s.

“When does hockey season start?” I whispered to him.

“It’s still going, I think,” he said quietly, looking down at me.

“Good,” I hummed, looking back towards the TV. Matt scoffed and I could feel him staring at me for a few seconds.

As the night went on and more drinks went around, my friend decided to sleep over with Trey, so Matt drove me home. Which was perfectly fine, because he ended up spending the night with me too. Though, to be honest, we spent very little time sleeping.

[90sintruder]

Am I seriously going to have to write orgazmo fanfiction… curse having a small fandom 😭😭💔💔💔

[cutetinyartist]

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What do you post?

Obviously a LOT of G/T, but here’s a quick overview of what I personally like and post/draw/write the most:

G/T Fluff! This blog is mainly about cute, fluffy moments between Giants and Tinies because I absolutely adore stuff like that. I do like more angsty content occassionally, but for me nothing beats fluff! Handheld fluff is my absolute favourite, as one of the most comforting things I can imagine is being held by a giant and feeling really protected and loved. (That’s one of the main reasons behind why I love it so much, I tend to get really stressed/anxious a lot of the time and I find a lot of comfort in how calm and happy G/T makes me feel ^^)

You can also expect to see a LOT of G/T memes and puns!

As you can probably guess from my username, I’m also an artist! I draw and write a lot of g/t fluff, and I love to reblog other people’s adorable content. (oh and pretty much everything I write is fanfiction hehe)

I also post random thoughts/ideas/ramblings occassionally! Sometimes it’s when I’m drunk but other times I just feel like saying whatever random ideas are on my mind!

What I’m basically saying is that this blog is filled with 100% SFW, fluffy G/T content and memes!

What do you use to make your art?

For my Traditional Art I mainly use Promarkers, Sharpies, Posca Pens and Staedtler Pigment Liners. I used to use MS Paint and Pixlr for my Digital Art, but these days I mainly use Photoshop! (Though I do like doodling in MS Paint sometimes.) I do way more Traditional Art than Digital Art, but I enjoy doing both!

What are your fandoms/interests?

For this question I’ll just list a bunch of my favourite things!! There will be a LOT on this list tbh but this is supposed to be an in-depth About Me page so awaaay we go! :D

My favourite Films:

The Iron Giant (my favourite animated fillm of all time,) Spider-Man: Into The Spider-Verse, The Spongebob Squarepants Movie, Honey I Shrunk The Kids, South Park: Bigger, Longer and Uncut, Big Hero 6, Coco, Ratatouille, Shaun Of The Dead, the Jackass Movies, BASEketball, Orgazmo, Sausage Party, Little Shop Of Horrors, A Clockwork Orange, Shallow Grave (this film is criminally underrated but I absolutely adore it,) 28 Days Later, Zombieland, Requiem For A Dream (so fucked up but brilliantly made,) Black Swan, The Wrestler (I cry every time I watch it tho,) Deadpool, Ghostbusters a LOT of Ghibli films and a few films in the MCU!

My favourite TV Shows:

Impractical Jokers, Jackass, South Park, Rick and Morty, Futurama, Taskmaster, The I.T. Crowd, The Inbetweeners, Misfits, Bob’s Burgers and a LOT of random game/quiz shows like The Chase, Tipping Point and Tenable. (Can you tell that I watch more films than TV shows? xD)

My favourite Videogames:

Little Big Planet 1 & 2, Minecraft, Mario Kart, Super Mario Maker 2, Dead Rising, Dead Rising 2: Off The Record, Naughty Bear, Portal 1 & 2, Animal Crossing: New Horizons, South Park: The Stick of Truth, South Park: The Fractured But Whole, Monster Prom and Dream Daddy.

My favourite Music:

My favourite bands/artists at the moment are YUNGBLUD, MGMT, Ninja Sex Party and Don Broco! I also adore listening to All Time Low, Machine Gun Kelly Tame Impala, DVDA, Melanie Martinez, Fall Out Boy, Panic! At the Disco, Queen, The Blackout, TWRP, My Chemical Romance and a LOT of punk/rock/emo music + 80’s music! Just pick up any Rock/Punk Compilation CD and you’ve basically got my taste in music in a nutshell. I also adore the soundtracks from a couple of musicals (mainly The Book Of Mormon and Little Shop Of Horrors) and I like listening to music from the videogames I listed above! Oh, and the soundtracks from the Jackass films. Those kick ass.

My favourite Visual Artists:

Noel Fielding, Matt Dixon, Jhonen Vasquez, RubberNinja (Ross’s Mario Maker levels are DIABOLICAL but I adore his animations,) Shoocharu, Sarah Graley, Anthony Ausgang (he designed the cover of MGMT’s album ‘Congratulations’ and it’s both my favourite album cover AND one of my favourite albums of all time,) Hattie Stewart, Tim Burton and every artist I follow here on Tumblr! ^^ You’re all so talented and awesome!

My Favourite YouTubers/YouTube Channels:

I don’t watch many YouTubers tbh but my absolute favourites are the Game Grumps! I also occassionally watch Dan and Phil’s videos (I used to be obsessed with them when I was 14-16, I even went to their first stage show!), Danny Gonzales, Drew Gooden, Kurtis Conner and random art channels that I think are really cool!

I have written/drawn G/T for some of these fandoms but you can 100% Message me if you want me to make G/T content for any of them! ^^ (Seriously, if you wanna fangirl with me over any of these my inbox is always open!)

What other interests and hobbies do you have?

I’m really interested in Animation and I hope to pursue it as a career one day! I also love reading comics (especially independent ones/ones based on shows/films that I like) and I enjoy making them sometimes. One of my favourite hobbies is baking too! I love making cupcakes and cookies the most (for someone with braces, I have a REALLY strong sweet-tooth…) I like to collect things too, and my favourite things to collect are random cute ornaments (I have four wooden ducks on my desk :D) and DVDs/Blu-Rays of my favourite shows and films (I have every season of South Park on DVD, plus all the Jackass films and the show!) Plus I love collecting merch!

What other Social Media accounts do you have?

I’ll share both my main and other G/T accounts!

Main Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/dragondoodles57/

G/T Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/cutetinyartist/

Main Twitter: https://twitter.com/ArtByRayna

Private Twitter: https://twitter.com/GotAHeartBoner

Wattpad: https://www.wattpad.com/user/CuteTinyArtist

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/users/CuteTinyArtist/pseuds/CuteTinyArtist

My Side-Blog: https://cool-patrol-dance.tumblr.com/

[adidastain]

just like heaven

college matt stone x fem reader

warnings: smut (vaginal penetration)

notes: first person perspective (I, me, my, etc.), i really wanted to write something fluffy and kinda vanilla so sorry if it’s boring but i love it a lot i think it’s sweet

word count: 5240

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Nothing was more relieving than getting in bed after a long day of classes and running errands. I’d been busting my ass the entire day, making sure everyone around me was happy and calm. It was what I did best, to be completely honest. I liked taking over. Sure, it made me kind of a bad collaborator, but I preferred to stay positive and think of it as one of my best qualities. Productive, stern, and leaderly. 

One of my classmates had a dorm to himself and had been letting me stay there for a while, since I lived off campus on paper, but didn’t have a car. We both majored in film; he double majored in math as well, and I was minoring in psychology. 

He was cool and funny. Sometimes he’d even say stuff that earned him a clock to the jaw, but regardless, I thought he was funny. And smart. He double majored; of course he was smart.

I sighed heavily, opening the heavy steel door to his dorm, labeled ‘MATT’ with a cute paper cutout of a kid wearing a ushanka and glasses showing a peace sign. It made me smile every time I saw it. His mind was so interesting.

To my surprise, the lights were on inside. He’d told me he was going to a little party in our other classmate’s building a few blocks away, so I didn’t think he’d be home.

“Oh, you’re here,” I said, taking my jacket off. 

“Unfortunately,” he said, grinning. His voice was deep and slightly nasally as always, with just a hint of raspiness. He sounded really tired. 

“What happened? I thought you were going to Trey’s party,” I said softly. I looked in the mirror on the back of the door, removing my hair clip and earrings. I didn’t want to waste any time getting to bed. 

“I just…” Matt swallowed, shifting in his seat in the beanbag on the floor. “I dunno. I changed my mind. Kinda exhausted.”

“I hear that,” I laughed, raising my eyebrows. There was some sort of old comedy movie on the little TV next to Matt’s bed. His whole dresser was covered in empty cans, dirty shot glasses with sticky syrup at the bottom, wrappers, deodorant, shit like that. I guess someone had been over and Matt was too tired to clean up the mess. “I’m gonna change real quick, don’t look.”

“Aw man,” he said, teasing me. I rolled my eyes and turned my back to him, pulling my sweater and tank top over my head all at once. I’d been wearing a sports bra all day and the elastic was starting to dig into my skin. I looked behind me, just to make sure he wasn’t trying to sneak any glances. Not that there was much to see. 

Lo and behold, as soon as I turned my head, I caught his turning too, back towards the TV. 

I grabbed a discarded T-shirt off the floor and swung it at him, hitting him a lot more violently than I really intended to. “You are such a pervert!” I laughed.

“I wasn’t trying to look at you!” he shrieked. I hit him again. “I thought I heard someone at the door!”

“A pervert and a liar!” I accused. Matt stood up, trying to defend himself from my wrath as I exacted my revenge. He yelped and grabbed my wrists, pushing back against me. 

We play-fought like this often. He was a lot stronger than me. He may not have looked like it, being so slim, but he was fit underneath all that fabric he was drowning in. Especially his arms. We’d go on and on, until it felt awkward and drawn out. 

Of course, by doing this, I’d ended up giving him a free show anyway. He’d definitely seen me changing before. Matt had walked in on me on several occasions, but it was mostly my fault, since I would come and go in his dorm without saying anything. He didn’t seem to have a problem, though. 

I bit my lip, pushing against his weight with all my might. He pretty much towered over me and my hands were engulfed in his large ones. He probably wasn’t even using half of his strength on me. 

Suddenly, he let go of my hands, causing me to fall forward slightly. I lost my balance until I felt his arms wrap tightly around my torso, before he lifted me up and pushed me onto his bed and walked away. 

He giggled to himself as he stepped towards his little mini refrigerator to grab a can of soda. I felt slightly warm inside; something about the way he was able to just lift me up and throw me down so easily made my face burn up. 

Of course, Matt acted like it was nothing and sat back down in his beanbag, one of his hands idly rubbing the fuzzy fabric cover with his thumb and index finger. 

I scoffed loudly and stood back up, blocking his view of the TV. My hand politely took the soda can out of his hand, watching his eyes follow it as I brought it to my lips and took a long, long sip. He just stared up at me, but he didn’t look in any way offended. He just looked completely awestruck, a puppy-eyed look ever present in his face. 

I put the soda down on the dresser so that he’d have to get up to get it, and went back to changing. I faced the TV so I could keep a hawk’s eye on him as I peeled off my jeans, rendering me in just my bra and panties which didn’t match at all. 

I heard him grunt slightly as he stood up to grab his soda off of the dresser. He turned around to face me, until he stopped dead in his tracks and his smirk was wiped clean off his face. 

After a second or two of him taking in as much of the sight as he could, his hand flew over his eyes. 

“Sorry,” he whined. “I was gonna play a prank on you. Didn’t know you were changing again. ‘M sorry.” 

“I don’t care, Matt,” I sighed in defeat. “I practically live here now. You were gonna see me half-naked at some point anyhow.”

Hesitantly, he lowered his hand, keeping his gaze on the floor. It was strange; he didn’t sit back down. 

“Just don’t let me find any of my clothes in your bed or I’ll punch you hard enough to turn your teeth into bullets,” I said. I shifted my weight from one foot to the other, focusing on my task at hand once more. I dug through my big duffel bag to look for a clean shirt to sleep in, only finding a bunch of dress clothes that I hadn’t yet needed to wear. Right. I sighed. They’re in the wash. 

“Could I borrow a shirt?” I asked. Matt was sitting once more, rubbing the back of his neck and gently tugging on some of his curls. 

“Mhm,” he hummed, glancing at me again. That ‘glance’ turned into more of a ‘good look’. My back was turned to him again and I pretty much had my ass on full display. 

I don’t know when he looked away. I don’t actually know if he looked away at all. I just dug through his closet, trying to find the biggest T-shirt he had. 

It wasn’t uncommon for me to borrow his clothes. My duffel bag had initially only had enough clothes for 2 weeks, so I did laundry quite often and sometimes had to wear the same pants multiple days in a row. When I felt extra lazy and put off doing laundry, he let me borrow shirts, hoodies, sweatpants, pajama pants, the whole shabang. 

I picked out one of his Primus tees that had some fucked up linework drawing of a prostitute smoking a hooka. It was a sick shirt but it definitely wasn’t something you could wear to class. 

It fit me like a dress, which I loved. It was big enough that the hem covered most of my ass, which was good, because I didn’t have any clean shorts to sleep in unless I stole a pair of his. 

Lastly, I pulled my bra off from under my shirt and tossed it towards the door, where I threw most of my dirty clothes. Once I was finished, I turned back around and stood next to where Matt was sitting. 

“Scoot over,” I said. He quickly obliged. It was a pretty big beanbag, so we could both fit as long as we were shoulder to shoulder and hip to hip. I must admit that there had been a night or two where we would end up entangled in some way due to the lack of space. My legs in his lap, my head on his shoulder, his arm resting up behind me. 

There was nothing I didn’t like about being close to him. He made me feel safe and he smell good and was warm. Some nights I hoped he’d be in the mood for having me real close. I hoped really hard now, especially after what just happened. 

“What are we watching?” I asked, making myself nice and comfortable and curling up next to him. 

“Groundhog Day,” he said, tilting his head back slightly so he could speak through the soda in his mouth. I looked at him for a moment, watching the muscles in his neck move as he swallowed the liquid. Then I turned my attention to the screen. “You missed the beginning, but basically he’s stuck living the same day over and over again. It’s like, a big allegory or whatever for Buddhism. Pretty good, though”

I nodded, watching as the Bill Murray character talked to a woman and asked her out on a date. A few seconds later, there was a smash cut to them on the verge of having sex. Matt awkwardly laughed next to me.

“Ah, yeah. Buddhism,” I said, mocking him. 

“You’ll like it. It gets better,” he argued. That’s when I felt his arm snake behind me, just a few inches away from laying across my shoulder. Once again, he rubbed the fabric between his fingers, fidgeting. 

Eventually the whole foreplay bit was over and the next scene started. My body subconsciously leaned into Matt’s, sinking my weight into his slim torso and absorbing the warmth that his body generated. I was both extremely comfortable and extremely exhausted. 

The movie went on, and like Matt said, the character was living the same day over and over. It was kind of lulling me to sleep. It was definitely pretty funny; occasionally I would jerk awake at the sound of Matt chuckling softly. I think at some point he pulled a blanket off his bed and wrapped it around me. I swear he ran his hand through my hair for just a moment, pulling me closer to him. 

Now his arm was wrapped around my shoulder, his hand occasionally lifting up to run his fingers through my hair or flatten any stray strands. It felt safe; it felt right. 

I opened my eyes and looked up at him, finding that his gaze was already on me. He looked like a deer in headlights, but exhausted at the same time. I watched Matt’s eyes dart around my face. 

“You ready for bed?” he asked softly, looking at the top of my head as he fixed a strand of my hair. 

One of my favorite parts about him was that he could be harsh and gentle, depending on the occasion. He always had a resting bitch face and was kind of intimidating to a lot of people, but he had such a soft, gentle side to him. 

My hand made its way up to his cheek. Matt had a nice, soft layer of peach fuzz that, paired with the warmth of his face, made my heart beat faster. My thumb tenderly traced back and forth on his cheek bone while my eyes fixated on his lips. 

Eventually, I felt his breath on my face as he closed his lips over my bottom one. I’d been biting the skin off of it all week, so there was a small stinging sensation that quickly faded once he kissed me again. 

I felt so shy all the sudden. Here I was, curled up in his arms, softly making out with him like teenagers with no experience. No second guesses or hesitations, just hearts beating together, breaths melting into each other while we explored. 

How did we get here? The question crossed my mind before I immediately pushed it away. I didn’t give a shit about how we got there, I was just glad that this is where we ended up. 

Without pulling his lips away from me, Matt somehow managed to find the remote and turn off the TV, before caressing my waist and pulling me ever closer. He was hovering over me a little, only making my heart race faster and my desire for him grow stronger. 

Now things were definitely starting to heat up. Matt softly groaned into my mouth, and for the first time since our lips first met, we pulled away. 

His eyes bored into mine, pupils dilated. We sat breathing into each others mouths, catching our breath as we tried to read what the other was thinking. It was almost suspenseful. 

“Can I take your shirt off?” I asked. It wasn’t even a whisper. Nope. I just breathed and moved my mouth to form the words. 

“Uh-huh,” he responded, nodding. He swallowed and I didn’t hesitate to tuck my hands under the hem of his baggy gray-green T-shirt. Matt kissed me again, deepening it. 

In an instant, his lips parted and he gasped softly as soon as my fingertips made contact with the warm skin of his abdomen. I could feel that part of his torso shifting ever so slightly as he breathed. 

I pulled away, making sure to keep eye contact with him while I slowly lifted his shirt up inch by inch. 

“You’re so gorgeous,” he exhaled, catching me off guard. I swallowed, feeling my face flush once again. 

A second or two later, I pulled the fabric over his head, finally rendering him topless in front of me. He had a slender, curvy waist and just the smallest little bit of muscle in his abdomen. His hips were prominent, and his upper body was very broad in contrast to his slim frame. He had little dark beauty spot freckles scattered across his shoulders and body. I would love to sit there all day and just count them. I wanted badly to just map out and explore his body, feeling every inch of his skin and memorizing his shape. 

I snapped out of my trance as soon as he kissed me again, letting out several vocal breaths that I honestly didn’t expect to ever hear him make. He remained gentle in his kisses, but I felt the desire boiling and festering within both of us. It was extremely hard to ignore. 

“Do you wanna stop?” I asked, pulling away suddenly. 

“Do you wanna stop?” he repeated, his voice somewhat nervous. Matt swallowed and scanned my face. 

“No,” I whispered. I wrapped my arms around his neck, taking one of his curls between my fingers. 

Matt licked his lips. I could feel his whole body relax, and he leaned closer, ghosting his lips against mine. 

“Do you wanna have sex with me?” he asked shyly, staring down at my lips. My stomach flipped and felt a strong jumping-like feeling in between my legs. 

“I would like that a lot,” I answered, giggling wide eyes. I was so flustered that I was to the point where I laughed at myself. 

“Fuck yeah,” he laughed, out of breath. Matt leaned in to kiss me again, this time opening his mouth slightly wider. “Should we go up there?” 

He tilted his head towards the bed next us, and I nodded, wrapping my legs around his torso so he could pick me up.

“Mmh… c’mere baby,” he hummed softly, pressing my body against his as he lifted me up and tenderly laid me down beneath him on his bed. 

Matt suddenly felt so much bigger than me now that his body was hovering over me. He was straddling my hips, both of his large hands massaging my waist under my (his) shirt while he started leaving wet kisses down my neck. 

I arched my back at the feeling of his teeth as they pinched a small spot below my ear, his tongue coming quickly to the rescue to warm up the spot and relieve the pain. My hands were entangled in his soft, somewhat messy curls, caressing his entire head and holding it close to me. I stared at the ceiling, letting my eyes flutter shut any time I heard him groan and felt his hips subtly buck above me. 

“How about your shirt, baby?” he asked, nibbling on my ear. I could hear him breathing heavily through his nose, each warm exhale covering my ear and neck. One of his hands slid up my body and grazed the underside crease of my boobs with his fingertips. 

“You mean your shirt,” I giggled, rubbing his warm shoulders.

“Okay, my shirt,” he scoffed. “Can I take it off?”

I nodded, sitting up slightly. As soon as his hands lifted the fabric up and over my nipples, I panicked slightly. In no time the shirt was on the floor and Matt’s eyes were tentatively glued to my bare chest.  

“Oh, baby, I’m gonna fuck you so good…” he mumbled, prying his eyes away from my now nearly naked body. His hands squeezed my hips, lifting them up so he could start grinding against me. 

“Matt-“ I gasped. His hot mouth almost immediately attached to my collarbone, his tongue pressing flat against the skin. Meanwhile, I shivered as one of his hands slowly dragged up my waist and tenderly caressed one of my tits. And on top of that, for the first time, I could feel the tent he’d been pitching press into me as he started grinding against my hips with desperation. 

I ran my fingers through his hair and lifted my hips up, supported by my heels digging into the soft covers below me. My hands slid down over his shoulder blades, tracing each muscle as I moved them towards my panties. Finally, I managed to wriggle out of them and fling them onto the floor while Matt was sitting on his knees, towering over me. His broad chest moved in and out with each heavy breath he took with his lips slightly agape. 

He looked like one of those ancient Greek statues. Each muscle so defined under such smooth, warm skin. Natural posture so relaxed and almost ethereal. I wanted to devour him. 

Matt stared at me, the look in his eyes almost anxious but infinitely flustered and filled with lust. In a flash he yanked his flannel pajama pants down to his knees, kicking them off while he crawled on top of me again.!

“Do you like it fast or hard?” he asked me, his voice faltering slightly. He swallowed, looking down at me from above. Matt’s arms were on either side of me, propping his body up as he then got ready to start pulling his boxers off. 

“Fast,” I exhaled, though it really sounded more like a moan. Even subconsciously I wanted him to know that right now, I wanted him more than anything. 

“‘Course, baby,” he hummed softly, bending his arms like he was doing a pushup so he could peck my lips. I felt him smiling in the kiss. “Do you wanna… get me going?” 

He gestured towards his boxers and the hot, throbbing erection beneath them. Without hesitation, I spit in my palm and slipped my fingers under the waistband of his boxers, first untucking his cock from the side and then gently wrapping my hand around it. 

Matt immediately whimpered, holding in as much of it as he could while screwing his eyes shut. He felt so warm in my hand… and thick. I could feel a vein or two protruding from the soft skin and made sure to pay a little extra attention to them. 

“Fuck,” he hissed, letting his head drop down so he could see what wonders I was working with my hand. He shimmied out of his boxers and now I could see that yes, he was in fact thick. Most definitely thicker than I knew I was used to. 

I knew it was going to hurt like a bitch. It was intimidating, but still, as I tenderly stroked up and down his length, I only kept thinking of it as something that was making him feel insanely good and not as something that was going to hurt me. It would only hurt for a few seconds. 

His breath hitched and he practically threw my hand off him, sitting up again to catch his breath for a moment. 

“Jesus Christ,” he laughed, out of breath. Matt raised his eyebrows and smiled. His cheeks were so flushed and it looked like some sweat pearls had begun forming at his temples. 

I laid back, watching his muscles shift and flex as he took his glasses off and reached inside one of his dresser drawers for a condom. 

As he tore open the package, he looked at me, seemingly getting lost in the sight of me. 

I grabbed the hand of his that held the unopened condom and brought it close to my face so that I could kiss it. Then I pushed his hand back towards him so he could do the same, though he looked thoroughly confused.

“What, is that good luck or something?” he chuckled, looking down at his hands and dick as he opened the condom and slid it onto his length.

“It’s tradition,” I said, shrugging. Matt furrowed his eyebrows. 

“What tradition?” he scoffed, crawling on top of me. 

“Messing with you. I made it up,” I grinned. 

He shook his head, adjusting his position and posture while handling his cock, making sure it would slide in easy. 

Matt looked up at me through his eyebrows. It was the last look of reassurance before anything was really about to happen. Our lives were about to change forever. 

I nodded. I was so desperate for him at this point, I didn’t care if he hurt me at all. 

His large hand spread out on one side of my hips, digging into the flesh ever so slightly and likely leaving faint nail marks in my skin. I kept my eyes on him and found him instructing me to take a deep breath in with him. Before he told me to exhale though, he started pushing in. 

“Hmmn- ahh!” I half-moaned, half-winced. 

“Shh… oh, fuck,” Matt whispered in my ear, letting out a deep moan that’s he’s probably kept inside for a little while. 

I let out a groan of discomfort, trying my best to hold it in but ultimately failing. In response, Matt pulled his lips away from my ear so he could get a good look at my face.

“Does it hurt?” he asked, swallowing. 

“Mhm,” I hummed, biting my lip. I took a deep breath, trying to focus on the feeling of Matt’s fingertips brushing my hair out of my face. “Just give me a minute.” 

Matt lowered himself on top of me, beginning to pepper soft, wet kisses on my jaw and neck. His hand massaged my hip and occasionally inched lower to squeeze the soft flesh of my upper thigh. 

I kissed him and became lost in his lips, wrapping my arms around his neck and holding him close to me. His curls tickled my forehead as we kissed softly. I’d completely forgotten about the fact the he was inside of me; I was so focused on how his lips felt and the fact that I could feel his heart pounding with his chest pressed against mine. Our skin grazed together softly with each breath we took, giving me goosebumps. 

“You can start now,” I whispered against his lips. Matt hummed in response, kissing me a little bit deeper as he adjusted the position of his body. 

We remained with our lips attached as his hips started to roll back and forth. I could hear Matt whimper every couple of seconds and he kept holding his breath, pulling away from the kiss to exhale into my mouth. The warmth in the pit of my stomach really started to boil up once he started moving, slowly drawing himself out and thrusting back in. I listened carefully to each little sound and breath he made as he moved. 

I heard him heavily exhale after swallowing. “S’good…” he whispered, grunting slightly. I moaned, running my fingers in his hair and tugging on it gently. 

A loud groan escaped his throat as I did this, encouraging me to do it again. One of his hands suddenly wrapped tenderly around my throat, carefully squeezing my neck. Matt’s head cocked to the side as he opened his mouth and slid his tongue in between my lips. 

I let out a soft moan as his tongue slid against mine, exploring the inside of my mouth with hunger and desperation. I let my hands travel from his head and neck down to his body, caressing his waist and pulling him into me. Matt’s hand left my hip, instead moving up to grip the top of the headboard of his bed, holding it to keep it from knocking against the wall each time we moved. 

He leaned down to let his forehead rest against mine, staring into my eyes. I stared right back. I’d never seen him without his round silver glasses before, but I knew he had a stunning set of dark green eyes and now I could see each little spec of blue in them as they darted around my face, almost nervously. 

His free hand moved to cup one of my tits, rolling his fingers over my nipple to tease the sensitive area. I gasped slightly, arching my back. 

“You have no idea how perfect you look right now,” he exhaled. 

I couldn’t do or say anything else but smile. I always had that reaction when he complimented me, but I was much more used to him saying something about my clothes or my work. His voice always sounded so deep and smooth; to hear him say my name or something nice about how I looked always sent my blood rushing to my cheeks.

“I’m close,” I whispered, touching his chest. 

“Faster?” he hummed. 

“Yeah,” I laughed slightly. 

Before moving again, he adjusted his position, letting go of the headboard. He propped himself up and licked the thumb of his free hand, before lowering it and using it to massage slow circles around my clit. Matt’s body was hovering above me when he bowed his head to start kissing the crook of my neck. Only then did he start thrusting once more, rolling his hips faster and faster. 

The new sensation along with the added pleasure of his fingers working my clit had me in shambles. I threw my head back and let out a loud moan, succumbing to the electrifying, hot sensation that festered throughout my entire body. The pit of my stomach tightened, my legs trembled, my hands gripped anything they could touch. I dig my fingertips into the sheets, his back and shoulders, his biceps, his waist, his scalp. Several times did I pull on his hair like I was holding on for dear life, earning a groan from him each time. I just hoped I wasn’t hurting him. 

Matt let out a loud moan. I opened my eyes to see him struggling to thrust at a consistent pace, faltering every few seconds with his eyes screwed shut and his mouth agape. I watched him look down to see himself pumping in and out of me, his eyebrows furrowed and bottom lip tucked under his front teeth. 

He whimpered, trying his best to hold his breath. The sight of him rushing toward his own orgasm sent me over the edge. I cried out his name, gasping as every muscle in my body tensed up. The knot in my stomach came undone and I could feel my blood pumping through my body. 

Only a moment or two later did Matt’s body shudder and tense up. His muscles flexed as he leaned forward and tried his hardest to keep his hips moving, but he was ultimately overcome by his orgasm as he came, my name spilling from his mouth in the most beautiful way. 

I huffed, my body melting into his bed as my legs twitched and trembled. Matt collapsed on top of me, allowing his entire weight to sink into me. His arms were shaking, as if he were shivering. We both laid there for a minute, absorbing each other as we caught our breath. 

I think he fell asleep after a minute or two. He was completely relaxed on top of me like a big bag of sand. After a little while, my breaths became forceful, so I had to wake him up.

“Matt,” I hummed, tucking a strand of his hair behind my ear. 

He wasn’t sleeping. Matt lifted himself up, smiling down at me. He kissed me, seeming quite shy all the sudden as he had to hold his weight up while he leaned his head down towards me. 

“Sorry about these bruises,” he hummed, tracing a circle on the side of my neck.

“You’re not sorry,” I grinned, teasing him. 

“I’m not,” he admitted sheepishly. “They look good on you.” 

After a few seconds, we sat up and helped clean each other up a little. I could see small red marks in his skin from where my nails dug into his arms and shoulders. While helping each other get dressed again, Matt and I found ourselves a little distracted once more, kissing each other gently and softly as we pulled shirts over our heads. His lips were like air. I almost needed them to breathe. 

“Do you wanna finish the movie?” I asked him, massaging his waist underneath his shirt. 

“Sure,” he giggled softly. 

With that, we snuggled up under the covers in his bed, turning the TV towards us. Matt had me in his arms with my back pressed to his chest and his hand under my shirt, tracing shapes on my skin. It wasn’t long before I fell asleep. 

However, at one point, I opened my eyes to find that the TV and lights were off, rendering the room completely dark. Matt was no longer next to me, but it wasn’t long before he came back over to the bed and laid down behind me. His lips softly grazed the crook of my neck. “Good night,” he whispered, before kissing my neck one more time. 

“Mm… night,” I mumbled, barely awake. Matt pulled his thick pile of blankets over my shoulder, peppering small pecks of kisses on my neck as I drifted off once again, melting in his warmth. 

[adidastain]

never say never

90s trey parker x fem reader

warnings: vomit mention, cheating mention

notes: first person perspective (I, me, my, etc.), part one

word count: 2622

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“This is definitely raw,” I whispered to myself, sighing heavily. I prodded at the piece of chicken on the plate in front of me with my fork, trying my best not to look absolutely repulsed. It smelled good. It just didn’t look white enough on the inside for me to trust it. 

Granted, I knew absolutely squat about cooking, so maybe I was wrong. There was a good chance my appetite was just gone, having been completely miserable throughout the entire four hours of this wedding so far. 

Everyone was all gathered on the dance floor, having the time of their lives. I knew I needed to put some food in me, and I was exhausted, so no dancing for me. Especially not in these heels. 

That being said, I was sitting at my table, alone. I watched my sister and her newly wedded husband dance around in circles, bumping into other couples every so often. What a total circus. 

I sighed, getting up with my plate to pick out something else to eat. Most of the options were torn through already. I decided to play it safe and avoid meat, so I settled for some asparagus. It really isn’t as bad as a lot of people preach. 

I really wanted a cigarette. 

“Hey,” I heard a voice from behind me. A hand lightly nudged my arm, just out of reach. 

It was Trey, one of the groomsmen. He was my partner when we walked down the aisle, meaning we’d had quite a lot of time to get to know each other a little during rehearsals and parties and whatnot. 

“Hey,” I said calmly. 

“Where have you been?” he asked me, smiling. “I’ve been shakin’ ass for like, thirty minutes. All by myself.”

I rolled my eyes. “My feet are killing me,” I said, looking at him with the most innocent eyes I could muster. 

I knew Jimmy, my sister’s new husband, had known Trey from like, way, way back. Apparently they’ve been friends since they were 14. I also learned from Jimmy that Trey used to get so nervous when talking to girls that he’d have to go to the restroom and throw up. Part of me wondered if that was still something he struggled with. Probably not; I could tell Trey was a huge flirt. He’d just be torturing himself all the time if that were the case.

Trey’s blue eyes looked dark in the dim light. The only thing illuminating the dining space was the soft glow of tea candles at the centerpiece of each table. It was quite romantic. 

“You can dance. C’mon. At least just one song,” Trey insisted, bargaining with me as he followed me back to my table. “Please?”

I felt just a little bit bad, but I really did not want to dance. I know it’s horrible, but I kind of wanted my sister to notice what an awful time I was having. She was older than me and had spent most of our childhood bullying and tormenting me, so I was a little bit of a fiend for validation and care from her. 

It also didn’t help that she just married my ex-fiance. But, you know, it’s all good. Whatever. 

“I don’t know,” I mumbled, having sat back down. I stared down at my food, having lost my appetite yet again. 

“Can I at least sit with you?” Trey asked me. I nodded, clearing my belongings off of the chair next to me so he could sit. He’d ditched his blazer somewhere and was now just left in a white dress shirt with no necktie or anything. I have to say, he looked pretty handsome, the first few buttons of his shirt undone, hair all messy and whatnot. 

Trey sat with me and watched everyone scream the lyrics of Sweet Caroline by Neil Diamond while I worked on my asparagus, nibble by nibble. He was a nice guy. He always sort of stuck to my side, hanging out with me whenever we had free time during the wedding rehearsals. He always came dressed in pajamas with some stubble on his face. Tonight was the first time I’d seen him looking so sharp and dapper. 

After the song was over, he turned towards me again. 

“You don’t like weddings,” Trey stated, resting his head in his palm. 

I didn’t look up from my plate, shaking my head as I slowly chewed and swallowed the vegetable. It was becoming increasingly more difficult to eat. 

“How come?” he asked me. 

“It’s a long story,” I said quietly. “And I don’t wanna ruin your night. Or Jimmy’s. Or Amy’s, for that matter.”

“Well, you already ruined my night. By being a party-pooper.”

I scoffed, looking at him and rolling my eyes. He was just teasing me. He did that a lot. 

“Just give me the short version,” he continued, scooting closer to me. Trey was sitting on the edge of his seat, his knee rapidly bouncing with anticipation. 

A heavy sigh escaped me and I dropped my fork. I rubbed my temples, taking a deep breath, before tucking my hair behind both ears. 

“Someone here stood me up at the altar,” I huffed, putting my hands in my lap. I gave Trey a look that read something along the lines of, Are you happy now?

He tilted his head and furrowed his eyebrows. “Who? When?” he asked. 

“I thought you said you wanted the short version,” I said. 

“Well, now I’m curious. I wasn’t expecting that. Tell me more,” he pressed, leaning closer to me. 

I sighed through my nose, looking down at my lap. I swallowed and started picking at my fingernails. 

“You can’t tell anyone,” I said. “Not that they don’t know already, it’s just… I don’t wanna bring up old shit, y’know?”

“Yeah, yeah. I gotcha. Just tell me,” Trey said. God, why is he so eager?

I took a deep breath, letting my forehead sit in my hands to avoid making eye contact with him. I knew his response wasn’t going to be to hug me and tell me that I had every right to be miserable, but part of me really wanted his consolation. I wondered if telling him this would revoke his status as someone I felt safe with here. The only person I felt safe with here. 

“I was supposed to get married last March. To Jimmy,” I mumbled. I felt like curling up into a ball and hiding under the table. I wanted to be buried alive at that moment. 

“You have to be joking,” Trey said quietly. 

“I’m not joking.”

“I didn’t know Jimmy was a fucking idiot,” he laughed.

I hummed. “Yeah. He’s the idiot,” I repeated.

“I mean, at least you didn’t have to go through all that court bullcrap, right?” he said. “Divorce fucking sucks.” 

I’d somehow ended up subconsciously gripping my hair to the point of it almost being ripped out of my head. Trey probably didn’t mean to stress me out so much, but I wished he’d been more sensitive about it. I thought I’d gotten over it until rehearsals started happening. 

I don’t even think I was mad at Jimmy anymore. I was just mad at myself. I felt like a complete idiot about the entire thing. I looked like a complete idiot too; I’d gotten into my dress and had my hair and makeup done and all, and I didn’t have a single second thought the entire time leading up to the actual ceremony. I really underestimated my naivety that day. 

“Hey,” Trey hummed. 

I sighed and looked at him. I didn’t tear up at all. I was just irritated. I felt sick and Trey wasn’t being helpful whatsoever.

I noticed his throat shift slightly as he swallowed. “We don’t have to dance,” he said softly. “It sucks that you have to kinda relive everything.”

“And everyone knows. Almost every single person here was invited to my wedding. It’s fucking embarrassing,” I said quietly. “And no one wants to bring it up because it’s old shit. It’s like I’m on a fucking island.”

Now I felt my throat tighten. I still felt safe with Trey. Thank God. 

I wondered why Jimmy didn’t invite him to our wedding or ever have me meet him. Maybe they just weren’t in touch then. 

There was a brief moment of silence where Trey sat, staring at me. I looked at him, and once our eyes met, he quickly averted his gaze down to his hands. 

“My ex-fiance cheated on me,” he told me, giving me a small empathetic smile. 

I swallowed as our eyes met again. I felt his warm hands gently take mine. 

“With an a-capella singer,” he grimaced. “‘N I said, ‘Fuck you, Liane. I’m gonna make a movie because you cheated on me.’” 

“You made a movie?” I repeated. 

“Yeah, man. It’s totally sweet,” he laughed. “A humble prospector, Alferd Packer, and his party are led to certain doom by his disloyal horse, appropriately named Liane. It’s a musical.”

I shook my head, laughing. 

“I have to humble myself sometimes, ‘cause if she didn’t cheat on me, I probably wouldn’t have my career,” he laughed sheepishly. 

“And I’m here with my waitressing job while my sister’s out cutting Jennifer Aniston’s hair every month. And you’re a filmmaker,” I laughed, though there was nothing funny about anything I was saying. 

“Well I think Jimmy’s an asshole anyway. Don’t tell him I said that,” he said, scooting closer to me again. His knees were now crazing mine. 

I hummed, resting my head against my palm. Trey still held one of my hands, gently tracing over my knuckles with his thumb. 

That’s when I heard Forever Young by Alphaville ring through the venue. Suddenly I was sent way the fuck back to my senior prom.

I gasped softly. I really did love this song. Even if I sat by myself in the corner, sipping on some sparkling beverage while I watched all my classmates with their dates. 

Trey had become very invested in scraping a stain out of the pristine white tablecloth and seemed very shocked when he noticed me stand up. 

“Up,” I said, flapping my hand to beckon him to join me. “Stand up. This is your one dance.” 

I quickly slid my heels off and suddenly realized how tall Trey was. His hands tentatively slid onto my waist, holding me in place as I kicked off my second heel and held onto his shoulders. 

My gaze had been focused on the floor and our feet, so my heart almost jumped out of my chest once I looked up at him and saw how close his face was to mine. I could see all of his freckles in the warm orange light of the tea candle a few feet away, accompanied by the occasional purple strobe from the dance floor. 

Trey grinned, flashing his fang-like snaggletooth. He quickly smothered his smile however, instead pursing his lips together and swallowing harshly. 

“Hi,” he hummed.

What a dork.

I subtly rolled my eyes. “Hi,” I said, trying not to smile at him. I could see his cheeks starting to turn a shade of pink. I guess it was kinda cute. 

We started swaying, and Trey opted to hold one of my hands while his other held my waist, like a traditional ballroom dance. “You come around here often?” he said, smirking with raised eyebrows. 

“No,” I giggled, swallowing. 

“Me neither,” he whispered. I noticed his eyes dart down to look at my lips for a split second. 

He swallowed again, gently intertwining his fingers with mine. I could barely breathe; my stomach was in knots and my heart was beating a million miles a minute. This was like my high school dream come true. I really felt like a teenager again. Just for a moment. 

I looked down to make sure he wasn’t close to stepping on my toes. I decided to just stand on his feet instead, putting me up a little higher and infinitely closer to him. 

“Did they play this at your senior prom?” I asked him softly. 

“No,” he said, smiling. “Good thing, though. I’d be in shambles right now.”

“Why?”

“Guess who my date was,” he said.

I scoffed and rolled my eyes. “I didn’t have a date,” I told him. 

“You do now,” he whispered. 

I swallowed. Somehow Trey made me feel less alone than anyone else ever had in my entire life. I always felt alone when I was with Jimmy. We were really different. 

I knew I was pretty… unconventional. Weird. Just really, really awkward all the time. I never really had anything to talk about unless it was something I was actually interested in, so small talk was a fucking nightmare for me. Trey made me feel so much more normal. 

Trey cleared his throat, looking down as he leaned a little closer. “I haven’t gotten the chance to tell you how pretty you look tonight,” he whispered shyly. 

“Thank you,” I whispered. 

At that point, the song was unfortunately coming to a close. It was a short song. That was the worst part about it. 

Trey and I just swayed back and forth, spinning around in a circle slowly to the pace of the song. Our eyes never left each other. Only after the song ended did he let go of my hand, a very sad look on his poor, sweet face. 

I felt cold as I slipped out of his arms, my heart still racing from the adrenaline. Trey gave me a small smile and I backed away from him. 

I looked away as I heard the crowd around the dance floor erupt in a fit of loud cheers for all the couples who danced together. It was startling and obnoxious. I fucking hate weddings. 

“C’mere,” I heard Trey hum with a soft, mischievous grin on his face. One of his hands tenderly slid up to caress my cheek, while the other gently grasped my forearm. I let him pull me closer, knowing full well what he was about to do and welcoming it with open arms. 

With racing hearts and withheld breaths, Trey and I came together in a slow, gentle kiss, like we were testing the waters. The hand he held my arm with quickly made its way up to my neck. His lips were warm and moved with care and patience. I didn’t hear or feel him breathing, until he let out the heaviest exhale he could muster after holding his breath. His body relaxed, bringing him even closer to me. 

I pulled away, looking down at his chest. I swallowed. 

“What’s wrong?” he asked nervously.

“I don’t know if we’ll ever see each other again,” I whispered. 

“Well… why not?” he asked again, his voice soft as a feather.

“I live in Seattle, Trey,” I told him, laughing sheepishly. 

I watched his body deflate like he was defeated. His hands had left my face and now rested idly at his sides. 

“I don’t care,” he whispered. “I’ll definitely see you again.”

“You realize that I am never going to visit my sister, right?” I laughed. 

“You realize we both have phones, right?” he retorted, teasing me. “And cars?”

I shook my head. Whatever. I guess I could just enjoy the moment with him. 

But I wanted to see him again. I wanted to see him tomorrow and the day after and the day after that. Nothing compared to the way he’d made me feel the past few days and I didn’t want that to be gone so soon. 

“We’ll figure it out. I promise,” he whispered, softly kissing me again.

[adidastain]

love to hate you [2]

90s matt stone x fem reader (named Sadie)

warnings: arguing, suggestive themes, Matt being a bully

notes: first person perspective (I, me, my, etc.)

word count: 2311

part one here

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Matt was standing outside my front door, wearing his heavy black corduroy jacket and picking at his fingernails. I rested my head against the door, whining and moaning. “Why?” I fake cried. “Why are you doing this to me?”

I sighed, opening the door. My hair was still on the more soaking side of damp, unruly and dripping. Matt’s eyes skimmed up and down my body, taking a moment or two longer to study my legs and my chest. I guessed he could see my nipples poking through the fabric from the cold air I was in once I left the steamy bathroom. 

“What do you want?” I asked calmly, though I wanted him to know that he was not welcome here. 

“I wanna talk to you,” he said just as calmly in response. 

Of course. “About what?” I asked him. 

“What happened earlier,” he answered. 

I narrowed my eyes and leaned against the doorframe. “And what happened earlier?” I asked, wanting to push his buttons. 

Matt sighed, kneading the back of his neck. “Can you stop being difficult for just one second?” he asked me. I could hear how tired he was from the heavy exhales he carried with each sentence. I myself could barely speak let alone think properly. 

I laughed, moving to the side to let him in. It was still dark in my apartment, so I switched on the ugly fluorescent box light above my kitchen while Matt took a seat at the tiny circular table off to the side. He looked around, analyzing all of the miscellaneous knickknacks and decor I’d placed all around my kitchen, specifically all of the magnets on my refrigerator and the things I placed on top of my cupboards that were collecting dust. Toy dinosaurs, cheap plastic volleyball trophies from when I was 13, souvenir magnets from my travels, old pictures of me in high school, and embarrassingly enough, my South Park magnet, which I’d been meaning to get rid of for reasons unrelated to my current situation. 

“Didn’t know you liked South Park,” Matt said, making himself quite comfortable by taking his jacket off. 

“Don’t play innocent, I know you’re the ‘mastermind’ behind that piece of crap,” I said, mocking him with air quotations. “One of them, anyway.”

I sat across from him, pulling my legs up close to my chest. I was quite cold. I suddenly missed the warmth of my shower. “What are you here for again?” 

Matt sighed heavily, sitting back in his chair and spreading his legs. He took his glasses off, wiping the lenses on his snug gray T-shirt, which looked to be maybe one size too small. I could see the definition of his chest and shoulder muscles, the fabric clinging to his arms and body. I swallowed, looking at his chest just a little longer. 

“I talked to Trey and we agreed to invite you back on set,” he exhaled, as if he’d been holding it in. 

“‘We’? As in Trey and you?” I repeated. 

“Yes,” he breathed. 

I rested my cheek in my palm, staring at his face until he looked away. “You want me back on set,” I repeated. 

“I agreed to invite you to come back,” he corrected me. “I want to make that very clear.”

I tsked. He was so naive. “You’re crystal, Matt,” I grinned. 

“Great. Then… I will see you tomorrow,” he huffed, standing up.

“Well, hold on a minute,” I protested, standing in front of him and briefly placing my hand on his chest. “I didn’t say whether I’m coming back or not. I need to think about it. Especially considering how I’ve been treated the past 2 months.”

“I’ll give you five minutes,” Matt sighed. “I don’t want to be here anymore than you want me to be.” 

“Can’t I take the day tomorrow to think about it?” I asked, furrowing my eyebrows and crossing my arms.

Matt glared down at me. “No. I need to know before I leave tonight. There are call sheets to be made,” he said, flashing a fake smile. 

“Hmm… ‘kay,” I shrugged, sitting back down. 

Matt stood by the door, staring at me with his hands in his pockets. I just stared back, biting my nails with my legs pulled up to my chest. He could probably see my underwear from the way I was sitting. I swore I saw his eyes dart downward towards my ass for a brief moment.

“Don’t look at my ass, pervert,” I hissed. I put my legs down, resting my hands in my lap. 

“I wasn’t,” he spat back. “Are you gonna come back or what?” 

Matt sighed, leaning against my refrigerator and closing his eyes for a moment. He had to be exhausted. I felt slightly bad for the guy. Then I remembered how much of a dick he was. The guilt was quickly long gone. 

“I might if you leave me alone and let me do my job,” I said, raising my eyebrows. I gave him doe eyes, smiling innocently and trying to be as passive-aggressive as possible. He deserved the attitude. 

“I will, okay?” Matt huffed. “Just hurry up and decide so I can go home.” 

“Are you sure? You’ve been pretty awful to me this entire time,” I stated, standing up. “Do you think you can go one whole month without abusing me on set?” 

“I was not abusing you,” he laughed, rolling his eyes. 

“What would you call it, then?” I countered, taking a step closer to him. 

Matt glared at me. He slid his fingers under his glasses to rub his eyes, exhaling heavily. He wiped his nose on the side of his hand, scratching his scruffy upper lip in the process. He said nothing. 

“That’s what I thought,” I muttered. “Give me a reason for why I should come back to work on your stupid film.” 

“Trey needs you,” He said nonchalantly. He lowered his voice, looking down at his feet. “For some reason.”

“Sorry, what was that?” I asked, leaning closer to him. I heard him just fine. I really just wanted to piss him off. Maybe if I got him worked up enough now, he could get it all out of his system, and he could leave me alone for the next couple of weeks. 

“We can’t get this fucking project done in time without you!” he said, nearly yelling at me, just like he did when he fired me. I flinched, taking a step back. “Trey got mad at me for firing you so he told me to get you to come back.” 

I swallowed harshly, clenching my fists. Pissing him off was fun, until he fucking yelled at me. I guess I had it coming. 

“You’re an asshole,” I said calmly, crossing my arms. 

“And you’re a brat. Call it even,” he scoffed, crossing his own arms as if he were challenging me. Matt looked down at me, practically towering over me. I hated that. I hated how small he made me feel, especially now. His arms and chest looked especially muscular when he crossed them. It was like he was flexing at the same time to make himself look and feel bigger than he actually was. 

“I’ll come back,” I said quietly. 

“Great. I’ll-“

“If,” I continued. “If you admit that you were wrong for firing me and treating me like shit all the time when I was only doing the job I was hired to do.” 

“You have ten seconds to decide what you’re gonna do before I leave and take this opportunity elsewhere,” Matt muttered, raising his eyebrows. 

“I already decided. Now it’s your decision. All you have to do is say three magic words. ‘I… was… wro-‘“ 

“I was wrong,” he sighed, rolling his eyes. 

I smiled, hardly able to contain my grin. I reached up to caress his face, pinching his cheek in the process. It was almost adorable to see such a stone-cold asshole of a man turn so pathetic. I swear I could see his cheeks turn pink out of humiliation as I drew the confession out of him. 

“That wasn’t so hard, was it?” I beamed, lightly patting his cheek so it wouldn’t hurt, but just hard enough for it to agitate him. 

“Don’t fucking touch me,” he spat, pushing my hand away. Matt took one last look down at my bare legs, before looking into my eyes again. He swallowed, subtly taking a small step away from me. 

“Here, take this with you,” I said, reaching behind me to grab the South Park magnet off my refrigerator. I placed it in his hand, dramatically folding his fingers over it like it was some kind of precious, sacred heirloom. His hands were very warm and felt soft. “I’ve been meaning to get rid of it.” 

“I don’t want it,” he said, seemingly offended. 

“Just take it,” I groaned. 

“You’re so annoying,” Matt huffed, pocketing the magnet and turning his back to me. “See you tomorrow.” 

“See ya,” I said, giving him a harsh slap on the shoulder as he exited my house. 

Matt gave me one last forced smile as he slammed the door shut behind him. I watched him get back in his car through my peephole. He sat in his car in my driveway for about three minutes, before finally pulling out of my driveway and driving away. I scoffed, running my fingers through my hair. I turned the kitchen light off and locked my doors back up, before going down the hallway and into my bedroom. 

Once I was in bed, my mind was already back on Matt. I smiled to myself, thinking about how I managed to get him to admit that he was in the wrong. He seemed like the kind of guy that would be especially stubborn about that kind of stuff. 

I thought about how silly he looked when he was angry. Sure, he was intimidating in the moment, but looking back, he looked kinda stupid. His nostrils would flare out and a vein would stick out of his neck, but he already looked like so much of a dork that it was honestly hilarious. 

Then he’d cross his arms and puff out his chest. He’d flex every muscle in his body to tower over you and make you feel small and minuscule. I couldn’t believe I actually let myself get bullied by a man who continually acted like a pelican having a temper tantrum. 

I thought about him crossing his arms. Specifically how it made him look so much more jacked than he actually was. Especially in the shirt he’d been wearing that night. It was definitely too small for him, but it had a school logo in it, so I guess he kept it for sentimental value. Still, it clung to his body like latex, and I swear if his waist wasn’t so small, the shirt would constantly be riding up his body every time he moved. Luckily, he was just skinny enough that the hem of the shirt was slightly baggy around where his stomach was. 

My tired mind wandered to wondering what he looked like without a shirt on. I’d seen his stomach before; when we first started shooting in late August, it was still agonizingly hot outside most of the time and he often lifted the hem of his shirt up to wipe the sweat from his face. He had a curvy waist with strong hips, and didn’t have a whole lot of hair on his body; just a little bit below his belly button that trailed down into his pants…

Fuck. 

Fuck it. I remember seeing how shiny his skin would get from his sweat. His hair was quite a bit shorter then and he didn’t have a mustache, so his curls would occasionally stick to his forehead as sweat beaded from his temples. It was gross, I know, but I remember being so enthralled by how he looked when he glistened in the Sun. My stomach would flip whenever he risked exposing his stomach just to clear his face of sweat. 

That was all before he started treating me like garbage, of course. 

God damn it. That was a month ago. 

I wondered how he would react now if he found out that the thought of him turned me on. I pictured his face vividly; eyebrows furrowed, eyes idly fixed somewhere on my neck as he processed it. Maybe his whole posture would change. His whole demeanor. 

He’d probably reject me. But, if he didn’t… maybe he would push me up against the wall and kiss me until my lips turned purple. Or maybe he’d be more gentle. That was unlikely, given how I’d found enjoyment in pissing him off lately. 

The more I thought about it, the harder I clenched my legs together. Of course I got horny thinking about the guy that treated me like shit all the time. Not any of the other guys who were perfectly kind to me and would probably be happy to share a night with me, no. I wanted the guy who picked on me for basically no reason other than to cope with his own insecurities about his professional career. 

Nope. I turned over, pulling my fat pile of blankets over my shoulder and closing my eyes, forcing myself to think about something else. I wasn’t going to let myself get sexually involved with someone who didn’t give a shit about me. That was a mistake I definitely wasn’t going to make twice. 

Instead, I focused on how comfortable I was. That was enough to put me asleep, especially paired with how exhausted I was from the day in general. I dozed off, peacefully sinking into a deep sleep. One that would put me in a lot of trouble the next morning.