Hes Such A Fucking Sexy Ass Mothefucker!!! I Love Him!!

He’s such a fucking sexy ass mothefucker!!! I love him!!😍

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Pairings: Noah Sebastian x f!reader, Matt Dierkes x f!reader

Summary: Following the story of What’s Mine is Yours, we find ourselves entertaining the thought of Matt Dierkes a little more than before.

Word Count: 6k

A/N: I apologize about my little hiatus from writing, but what’s new. Hope y’all enjoy this Matt fic I’ve been working on. Also a thank you to @the-way-of-words for keeping me motivated.

As always, feedback is appreciated. It means a lot for you guys to like, reblog and comment.

Warnings: cursing, alcohol consumption, sexually explicit content - 18+ MINORS DNI! (unprotected penetrative sex, digital penetration, oral f!recieving, some slight dom/sub dynamic, tiny bit of degradation, dirty talk, little bit of choking if you squint)

It shouldn’t surprise you anymore. How you ended up sipping cocktails on a lounger poolside in the Hollywood Hills. You had already forgotten whose house this was. It never really mattered. It had become all the same to you at this point. Whether it was some stupidly rich executive from the label or another successful musician they all knew, it made no difference to you. 

That’s how it was living here in L.A.. Know the right people, or know the people who know the right people, and you’ll find yourself in the most unbelievable set of circumstances. What you liked the most was that these people never asked questions. They never pried. These people didn’t care about your arrangement. Discretion was mutual. You simply played the role. The pretty little thing on Noah’s arm. 

It was that simple. 

What are you doing tonight?

You have plans today?

Sometimes you’d only get an address, other times he’d add a text telling you what to wear. You learned to roll with whatever spontaneous adventure was in store for you. Sure, it wasn’t the most ideal, picturesque relationship you envisioned yourself having, but it didn’t take a licensed therapist to realize that Noah wasn’t ready for a committed…anything. You knew if you tried to hold him down, to keep him in your grasp, you’d just end up hurting yourself in the end.  

Maybe you weren’t ready for that type of loyalty either. Maybe you were just as toxic. His friends were just too enticing. 

It had been a few weeks since you were given a taste of Folio on his birthday. Thanks to Noah, it ended up being an unforgettable ménage à trois of sorts. Even brash and careless at times, he was fun and exciting, living up to and exceeding all your expectations of him. His absence was noticed and was truly a disappointment that you couldn’t distract yourself under the talented drummer — one of the cons of him living on the other side of the country. 

Who you were surprised to see tag along that afternoon, was your favorite sound tech. Matt had flown in from Texas the day prior and was staying with Noah for the weekend. His presence was surely a gift even if his trips with L.A. were frequent enough, but you hadn’t seen him since the night of Folio’s birthday. 

You watched him behind your sunglasses long enough, wading through the water with his broad shoulders exposed to the Californian sun. He had his hair up, tied securely in a bun at the nape of his neck so he could wear his hat. For the time in a while, he seemed genuinely happy — like all the weight of his responsibilities was lifted off those same shoulders. Even for a moment.  

That doesn’t mean you didn’t catch him checking you out in your bikini every chance he could.

Not even an hour later, with a fruity drink in hand, you floated around the pool in an inflatable seat, one that let you stretch your legs out across the plastic. You sipped on the cocktail and drifted, both in the cool water and in your subconscious. Coherent enough to hear the conversations happening on the other end of the pool, but not enough to care what the boys were saying. 

Once you finally opened your eyes to take a peek, you caught Matt breaking from the group, leaving Noah, Jolly, and Davis to talk amongst themselves in their corner. You watched him move through the water on his floatie, and unlocked your phone to record him, teasing, “I see you, Dierkes.”

You stole his attention, and he changed paths and stalked toward you. He skipped across the bottom but had that ferality in his eyes and rushed you with one goal in mind. Your legs were the target, and once he got within reach, you squealed, “Nonononono! Don’t!”

He wrapped his hand around your ankle and tugged, enough for your body to dip lower into the water as a threat. You giggled, kicking him, and the movement sent waves across the pool. He ignored the camera and looked directly at you with widened eyes and he grinned, keeping his hold on you. “You’re so lucky you have your phone and a drink.”

“See what I have to deal with, Folio?” You spoke into the phone and ended the video after Matt rolled his eyes and sent it to him to show him what he was missing out on. 

With that, Matt finally released his hold on your leg and bumped the inflated inner tube he was holding onto into the side of your raft. “What’s going on between you and him anyway?”

You were close enough to the edge of the pool for you to toss your phone onto the safety of your towel. Even if it was difficult to tell what went on in that head of his, the two of you were picking up right where you left off in that bar weeks ago. Flirty touches and all. You felt across his freckled shoulder, noting the warmth of the sun on his bare skin. “Why? You curious, Matt?”

He rolled his chin across the meaty part of his forearm and tilted his head up to you, lifting a blonde brow. “…Maybe.”

You snorted and tapped the brim of his hat, “Such a little gossip.”

He scoffed and dramatically pushed off from you, “If that’s how you’re gonna be then I don’t even wanna know.”

You hooked his arm at the elbow before he had the chance to get away, spinning him back to you. “Oh, come on. Come back. Don’t be a drama queen.” You teased with a laugh, pulling one from him as well. “I’m not sure what there’s to say though. We’re just friends.”

Matt didn’t strike you as the jealous type. At least he hadn’t shown any to you when it came to your relationship with Noah. His friend’s presence didn’t make him shy away from skimming his fingers across your leg, creating wet trails on the tanned flesh. “Just friends, huh?”

You took a sip of your overly sweet, puckering from the tart fruit juice in it, and sighed with a shrug. “How can any of it be serious when he lives on the other side of the country, ya know?”

It wasn’t a lie, but he still huffed an amused laugh, “Yeah, I’m sure that’s the reason.”

You watched the brush of his fingertips on your leg become more purposeful. “You know Folio doesn’t want anything like that anyway.” He tipped his head in agreement but continued to feel his way around your knee. It made you a little dizzy— having him touch you like this. “You’re telling me that Folio is the only thing stopping you then?” You swallowed, committing to how suggestive it sounded. His eyes flicked up to meet yours, desire swimming in the honeyed irises before they cut over to where Noah was floating in the pool next to Jolly. It clicked, and you rushed the words out, “We’re not together, Matt.”

His brows danced, sarcasm drenching his words, “Yeah, okay.”

You didn’t have to look up in the bathroom mirror to know he was behind you. You weren’t ignorant to him noticing you and Matt together and knew the moment you stepped out of the water, he would follow you into the pool house. 

His voice was low, “What’s going on with you and Matt?”

It was more curious than accusatory, but Noah keeping tabs on you didn’t surprise you in the slightest. A new intensity was developing between you ever since you slept with Folio, and your friendship was beginning to shift because of it. You liked it. This dominant, maybe even a little possessive, side of him. The smile slips free and spreads your lips as you rinse the soap from your hands. “Nothing gets past you, does it?”

He’s leaning in the doorway of the bathroom with his arms crossed against his bare chest as if he knew you couldn’t resist looking at his tattooed body. He ditched the towel on the way in, and water was still dripping down his lean frame, collecting on the tile floor at his feet.  “You gonna fuck him?”

Leave it up to Noah to be direct. 

A snort of laughter escaped your nose, “Why? Does the thought of that turn you on?”

Sure, you danced around the prospect of hooking up with another one of his friends, keeping it all within the bounds of a few flirty touches and some lingering glances. That didn’t stop you from thinking about it, maybe as often as you imagined sleeping with Folio. 

Noah knew you better than that. He saw how things were changing with Matt. He dropped his arms from his chest and stepped off from the doorframe toward you. “What about you, hmm? Gonna let me find out?”

You turned to face him, but as soon as you did, he had you pressed against the sink. “So you can join in like last time?”

He laughed. It was a low, throaty chuckle, “No, no.” He played at the strings of your bikini tied on your hips, tugging one loose. “This would just be for you.” The damp fabric fell open and his fingertips were already skimming across the soft skin of your lower belly.  “I already know that Matt isn’t the best at sharing.”

“Oh yeah? And how do you know that?” You instinctively opened your legs up for him, allowing his slender fingers to slip through your folds. They were cold from the water, making you gasp and flinch, but he worked them through your slick, dipping two your wet heat. He let out a satisfied sigh working his fingers inside you, and he didn’t have to say a word to you to know it was because of Matt. 

He leaned in, brushing his lips across the shell of your ear, his breath warming your chilled body with every word. ”Let’s just say that Matt and I have been friends for a long time, baby.”

You turned your head from him, avoiding his mouth. “Don’t call me that.”

He nosed at your cheek, kissing along your jaw. “Why?”

You moaned, rocking into the palm of his hand. Damn him. You were wet and cold, shivering and pressed against the expensive granite vanity, coming undone within seconds of him touching you. “You know why…”

He laughed but continued to curl his fingers against that special spot. “Yeah, something tells me you kind of like it though.”

Your legs trembled, burning from strain as you held them open for him. You were so close, clutching onto him and gripping the wet hair at the nape of his neck. Just when you felt it, your orgasm right within your reach, he pulled his hand from you, stealing it from under you. 

“What the fuck, Noah? I was right there,” you snapped in frustration, tempted to shove him off of you and storm out of here out on mere principle for fucking with you.  

Noah ignored your complaining and peeled his wet swimming trunks down far enough to free his hard cock. He lifted you onto the sink and pushed into you without much of a warning, shutting you up. He sank into you in a single thrust, and snapped his hips, letting you know this was going to be a quick, filthy fuck. 

The risk of getting caught only made it worse. 

“God, you’re so fucking wet,” he panted, his fingers digging into the flesh of your ass as he lifted it to hit deeper, but the sting or possibility of bruises was the least of your worries. You muffled your moans into his shoulder, hoping that no one outside heard you. As much as you tried, you couldn’t hide the sounds of wet skin slapping against each other. “So hot seeing you be a little slut for my friends.”

It probably should’ve pissed you off, but your pussy betrayed you, tightening around his cock. You groaned through your teeth, “I’m not a slut.”

”No?” he taunted, throwing his dick hard against your cervix, forcing a yelp from you. You scratched his back in retaliation, making him hiss through his teeth. This is how it was between you, friends with way too many fucking benefits playing this dangerous game. He shows you a little mercy and slows, dragging himself almost out of you before gliding all the way back in. “You sure love their attention though…love knowing that they want to fuck you as badly as I do.”

“Sounds like you might be jealous, Noah,” you breathed into his neck, feeling the heavy pulse of his heart against your lips.  

He laughed and tipped his head down, finding your mouth while keeping his pace, “How can I be jealous when you’re soaking my cock just thinking about it?”

It was hard to focus with him licking into your mouth like this. He was right. You were aching from the thought of Matt,  but you weren’t giving in that easily. “Good to know you’re easy to please.”

A whimper escaped, giving away that you were close again. He smiled and nipped at your bottom lip, “Speak for yourself, baby.”

But you couldn’t even scold him again. He felt too good. You gave yourself up willingly, letting him rail you through it, fucking you in that desperate, hungry way you love so much. As you clenched around him, he groaned, asking, “Wish it was him instead of me?”

“No…” Maybe it was a lie, you couldn’t be sure. You drenched yourself in him, the way he smelled, the feel of his taut muscles working beneath his tattooed skin, his sharp nose nudging against yours, his tongue wetting your parted lips. As much as you wanted Matt, you let Noah consume you. “I want you.”

He kissed you as he spilled into you, devouring anything he could. There was an irony to his claim, to how his cum would drip out from you and ruin your bikini within minutes. “You should let him have this.”

“Noah…” Your voice was weak and ragged, broken through your heavy breathing. You swallowed, wetting your tongue. 

“I can share.” He withdrew from you and tucked himself back in his swimming trunks, kissing you. “Have a little fun. I know you want to.” 

You scoffed, tying your bikini strings back together in a tight bow once he stepped back from you. Noah wasn’t your boyfriend, and you didn’t need his permission, but for some reason, you still questioned his sincerity. 

Before you could hop from the sink, he took your chin in his hand, pulling your attention up to him. He hovered over you, his dark eyes still burned with the same intensity, even if they softened for you. “I’m serious. If you want to, you should. I know he does.” 

You bit into your lip, holding back a devilish smile, “He does, huh?”

He knew he got you. Hooked just as easily as he did with Folio. “You have no idea.”

You heard the ping of a new message from your phone and dug through the throw blanket to find it. It was a text from Matt.

You hated how your heart jumped at the sight of his name.

Dierkes: This couch fucking sucks

You smiled at his expense, blushing a little more than you should, blew an airy laugh through your nose, and tapped away at letters for your response. 

It’s what you get for cheaping out and not getting a room

His next text wooshed in seconds later. He must’ve been bored. You imagined he only had his phone and Noah’s TV to distract him.

Dierkes: If I knew it was gonna be this shitty I wouldn’t have…still considering it actually 

Could crash on mine instead 

You’d admit it was a bit forward, and you sent it without really thinking about it. The read receipt flashed, changing from “Delivered” to the exact time he saw it. It was late, and it would be easy to chalk it up to that. Instead of backing out and changing the subject, you doubled down, sending a follow-up message. 

Although I’ll admit that my bed is way better

You watched the three dots dance for a few seconds and disappear, and then return a minute later. He was thinking. 

Dierkes: Is that an offer?

You were contemplating it since you were given the green light by Noah. Matt was already in town, and it wasn’t every week that you crossed paths with him like this. It was either tonight or hoping for another opportunity to present itself again. 

Would you do anything about it if I said yes?

It was one thing to shamelessly flirt poolside or in some dimly lit dive bar, but another to invite him over to your place in the middle of the night like a booty call. You chewed at your lip and watched the dots jump again, anticipating his response. 

Dierkes: Maybe

You’d probably pay for this later with Noah, but you pulled the trigger, opening your camera to take a picture of your bare legs tangled in the blankets as you lay across your couch. You sent it, adding your message, 

 It’s yours if you want it.    

His reply was immediate. 

Dierkes: I’ll be there in an hour. 

“Wanna sit down?” You offered, gesturing to the couch you were lying on moments before he knocked on the door, with your blankets thrown across it and the TV paused on the show you were watching.  

The awkwardness was kind of endearing. Not that you expected him to sweep you off your feet and rail you against the wall as soon as you opened your door, but it was late, and the implications of your invitation were blatantly obvious.

He cleared his throat. “Uh… sure.” 

You watched him leave his spot by the front door to find a new one on your couch and sink into the cushion, but it did nothing to alleviate the tension building between you. He settled the best he could and looked around your living room, studying the details of your space instead of looking right at you, learning a little more about you than he did before. 

The talker you knew him to be was rather quiet now that he was finally in your apartment. You also knew him well enough as a friend that small talk was meaningless, but pressing play on the remote would be pointless. He didn’t come over to watch TV with you or to chat about mundane things. So you sat beside him and waited for him to make the first move. You didn’t have to be the most observant girl to know he noticed your nipples through your thin white t-shirt as soon as you opened the door, or how his line of sight fell to your ass peeking out below your sleep shorts. 

When he took too long to do anything about it, you placed your hand on the top of his thigh, keeping your voice light and confident, “What’s the matter, Dierkes?” His eyes locked on your hand resting on his leg, he shook his head with a laugh, like he’d been tallying every time you called him that instead of his first name. “You seem nervous,” you teased, leaning in close enough that he could kiss you. 

Instead of doing just that, he chose to play into it and add to the suspense. “Maybe I am.”

You scoffed, inching your hand higher up his leg, “All that talk…and here you are afraid to even kiss me.”

You thought he might quip back something after your little taunt, but he turned his head to stare at your lips, and a tiny smirk pulled at his own. “Maybe I didn’t want to be presumptuous.”

A giggle escaped and a smile slipped from your control. You were even closer now and could feel the warmth of his breath. “I’m the one inviting you over at one o’clock in the morning, silly.”

“True,” he hummed, his mouth hovering still. He was evening the playing field, dragging this out as long as he could, so close you swore you could feel it moving as he spoke. The anticipation was killing you. “Or maybe I’m nervous because you have two friends of mine to compare me to.”

You clicked your tongue, and explored higher up this thigh, and thought you heard a low groan rumble in his throat.  “Don’t tell me you’re insecure, Matt.”

He smiled, and he finally reached up to slip his fingers through your hair. Even teeming with sarcasm, his voice was thick and heavy with lust, “Oh my fragile ego couldn’t take that for sure.”

His hand was massive, warm, and encapsulating, and you melted into the hold he had around the nape of your neck, tipping your chin up. “We’ll just have to find out then.”

He closed the millimeters of distance left and gently pressed his lips to yours. It was exploratory at first, surprisingly hesitant. Once he broke the first shy kiss and melted into a more confident second, things shifted instantly. His breathing changed, and his fingers curled against your skin. You plunged, eagerly pushing his mouth open, and slipped your tongue past his lips, swallowing his moan. The nervousness of kissing someone new was quickly forgotten, replaced by the sexual tension that had been simmering between you for months. 

Your desire to have him had you swinging your leg over his, straddling his lap within seconds. He welcomed it, his large hands finding your waist as you rocked your hips into him. 

When it bumped into you, you pulled back and tapped the brim of his hat, joking, “Does this stay on?”

He flashed a cocky grin and flipped it backward on his head so the front cradling the back of his skull, adjusting the strap against his forehead. “Up to you.”

Now given an unobstructed view of his face with the bill of his hat out of the way, you saw how the warm light of your living room lamp changed certain details. His brown eyes seemed a shade or two darker than they did in the sun and the shadows it cast on him brought out his sharp cheekbones. Yet, somehow, he felt even softer to you. 

“I can’t believe we’re doing this,” you mumbled with a shake of disbelief, meeting his mouth again and layered your lips between his. It didn’t take long for you to realize how good of a kisser he was —far better than you imagined. He mirrored your intensity, matching your rhythm with every teasing pass of his tongue across yours. 

His hands didn’t stay put on your waist either. They roamed up and down your sides, venturing up the planes of your back, slipping under your pajama top to confirm you weren’t wearing a bra tonight. His fingertips tickled as they explored, the delicate touch becoming more electric the closer he got to your breasts. He mouthed a curse through the kiss and cupped them in his palms, drinking in the heavy sigh you released. 

He couldn’t hide how you affected him any longer, and you felt his dick throb through his shorts. Your own shorts were thin, and there was no stopping you from grinding against him as you pulled off your top. The feeling of his hands on your skin was exhilarating, as if doing this with him was forbidden. He must’ve been as impatient as you because he flipped you onto your back across the cushions. 

Slotted between your legs, he shed his oversized band tee, throwing it somewhere to the side with his hat. You felt across his bare torso, causing the lean muscles to bunch and flex beneath your touch. Your fingers followed the trail of blonde hair from his navel, detouring along the toned ridge of the muscle of his hip that disappeared into his shorts. 

You took time admiring his body, skimming along his waistband, reveling in the fact this was the first time you were seeing him like this. “Is this what you’ve been hiding from me?”

He laughed, riding on your praise, and lowered himself to you to bring his mouth back to yours. “You saw me at the pool today, remember?”

Your hand wandered lower, fingers tracing the hard line of his cock restrained in his cloth shorts. Suddenly, your words took on a different meaning, because from what you could tell by what you were feeling, he was big. Your heart skipped, and that familiar need left an ache between your thighs. “Yeah, but it wasn’t like this.”

“Now it is,” he chuckled, taking his kisses to your jaw, leaving a wet path down your throat, spoiling each breast with his attention before his mouth trailed down the center of your tummy. He slid his knees to the floor and nipped at the supple skin, tugging down your sleep shorts and underwear as he went, removing them with the helpful lift of your ass. 

That throb warmed deep within your cunt, but the nerves started to prickle at your conscience now that you were half-naked. Unlike your experience with Folio, you were completely sober this time. It was real and the clarity washed over you, making you realize that it was Matt. One of Noah’s best friends, Matt. Their tour manager, Matt, who was getting ready to fuck you. You had a fleeting feeling of being self-conscious, but once your legs fell open for him and he draped them across his shoulders, he wasted no time giving you the feeling of his tongue. 

He parted you with a deliberate lick, finding your clit instantly, making you suck in a breath, “Oh, fuck.” His warm laughter fluttered across your wet skin, and you could barely process the fact he was really eating you out on your living room couch in the middle of the night. Besides your soft whines, the apartment was quiet, and there was a strange calmness to it all — an unexpected intimacy. The tip of his tongue circled the sensitive bud, changing between that and slow strokes, sucking it into the warmth of his mouth. He felt over your body, squeezing and petting your thighs and tummy, and your hands flew to his hair, your fingers knotting themselves in the blonde locks. 

He wasn’t as aggressive as Folio and didn’t know your body as well as Noah did, but that didn’t stop him from bringing you to the cusp of your first release. You pulled at his hair and rocked your hips against his face, guiding his mouth where you needed it. 

He learned quickly, licking you through the waves of your orgasm, and once your breathing evened out, he pushed his boxers and shorts down as he stood, causing them to fall to the floor, and positioned himself between your legs. His knees sank into the cushion, and you were blessed with the presentation of his cock resting in the palm of his hand.  

“Holy shit,” you gasped, awestruck by his size, suddenly nervous as well as impressed. You stiffened the moment you felt the tip press into you, and he felt the tension in your legs laid over his thighs. “Matt...”

He smiled hearing you say his first name, and wiped you from his mouth with the back of his hand. He then coated his fingers in his spit, bringing them down to wet the head of his cock.

“Relax for me, yeah?” He assured you with that half-smile, dipping his first two fingers into you and spreading them open to show you how ready you were. “Already so worked up for me… and I promise I’ll go slow.”

You nodded, lifting your hips for him, and melted into the cushion beneath you. 

“Fuck, I can’t wait to be inside you,” he confessed with a grunt, tapping himself against your clit and slipping through your folds.

He had a hand on your waist and pushed into you carefully, keeping his word. The slight sting you were so worried about only lasted for a second. He took time working you open, stretching you out using a few shallow thrusts until he buried himself to the hilt. His hips canted, and you saw his eyes roll back behind his lids before yours slotted closed. He filled you entirely, and you knew you didn’t have all of him yet. That low, deep pressure of him against your cervix was intoxicating. His head pushed your limits, and your body acted on its own accord, your walls clenching and hugging him tight, drenching his cock in your slick. 

Both of you muttered curses, more incoherent moans than actual words. He barely moved since your legs were locked around him, pulling back an inch to push right back into you, and he had your cunt quivering around him. The mere feeling of him fully inside you was enough to bring you to the edge, and within seconds you were rolling through your second orgasm of the night. 

It shocked you both, and the vice-like grip you had around him could’ve been enough to ruin him moments after entering you. He stilled, waiting for you to loosen again, and began fucking you slowly with languid thrusts. Watching you come undone so quickly was a stroke to his ego whether he would admit it outright or not. “Folio make you feel like this?”

You heard him, but the slippery glide of thick cock was all you could focus on. When you didn’t answer, his questions became bolder, “Does Noah?” You showed him a fucked-out smile, but you couldn’t bring yourself to answer truthfully. “Huh? Tell me. Do they have you coming on their cocks like this?” 

When you still didn’t answer, he fell forward and took your chin in his hand, pressing his fingers into the soft flesh, forcing your focus onto him. It’s a firm, dominant hold he had on your jaw, but you giggled in his face anyway. Your unseriousness made a smile break on his puffy lips, and he continued to taunt you in a playful lilt, “I didn’t hear you.”

His expectant gaze floated up your face, making eye contact with you. You stared into his blown eyes, watching how they studied you and knew the answer before you even muttered the word, “…No.”

Matt’s grin spread even wider. If he wasn’t feeling cocky before, he was now. “Fucking right, they don’t.” He sat upright again to watch himself slide in and out of you, and based on the look on his face, he seemed amazed by how wet you were. “Didn’t even have to fucking do anything and your pussy’s creaming all over me like this, baby.”

You let the pet name slide. How hypocritical of you. Noah saying filthy things like that to you was what you were used to, but to hear it from Matt rendered you speechless. You were loving this side of him, but the way he was speaking to you made you blush and whine, “Matt…”

But he kept going, keeping his pace slow and steady with a new grin that you haven’t seen before on his face. “She must like me. Making her feel real good with the way she’s hugging my cock so fucking tight… fucking spasming around me.”

He was right. The aftershocks of your climax had your thighs trembling uncontrollably around his waist. Your back arched, lifting and stretching you across the cushions. A part of you was thankful that he wasn’t railing you into the couch like you thought he would. You could feel every inch of him, every single detail as he slowly thrust into you.  “You feel so good.” 

He coated his thumb in his spit and brought it to your clit, rolling circles across it. “Yeah? Show me, sweetheart. Come for me again.”

He played with it as he fucked you, and despite not having a single drop of alcohol in your system, you felt drunk from it. It was pathetic how easily he pulled a third one out of you. You came around his cock just like you had done twice before. 

“Holy shit. You feel fucking amazing,” he grunted, fixated on how your tits bounced with every snap of his hips. He abandoned any self-control, giving one a firm squeeze and rolling your hardened nipple between his fingers. You sucked in a breath, squirming from the touch until he startled you out of the daze with a slap across it. “You’re taking me so fucking well,” he praised, huffing between breaths, “I didn’t even think I was gonna fit. But look at you… doing so fucking good. So, so good.”

He changed the angle, dropping onto his elbow to be closer to you, and you took over, replacing his fingers that were once on your clit. “Gonna be a good girl for me and give me another?” He kissed you, making you taste yourself when his tongue slipped into your mouth. The air clinging to his wet cock every time he pulled out from you revealed how soaked you were. Desperation was starting to show its face, and he started to fall out of rhythm. 

You nodded but gave up trying to stay quiet, and without the sounds of the TV, there was nothing to mask your moans. He watched as you brought yourself to the edge, enjoying how your brows furrowed together and your mouth fell open. “Yeah? Come on, baby. Come on. Let the neighbors hear how good you’re getting fucked tonight.”

Matt dropped even lower and changed the angle, pressing his forehead to yours. The skin, slicked with sweat, stuck together, and his hand wrapped around your throat, the weight of it reminding you of its presence. While you circled your clit, he demanded through panting breaths, “Focus. Don’t you dare forget how good my cock feels. Me fucking you. Remember it.” 

His gentle dominance was addicting. His words replayed in your mind, and you did as you were told, committing the feeling of him to memory as you came again, just as hard as you did before.

“I wish you could see how good you look right now. Like you were fucking made for me.” In your state of delirium, you pulled him to you once more. 

You held the nape of his neck, fingers knotted in his long hair, whining his name, pathetic and desperate. 

He rolled his hips instead of thrusting, stopping, and starting, realizing he couldn’t hold off the inevitable any longer. His breath was hot and sticky on your skin, clinging to your throat. “Can I cum in you?”

“Please? Give it to me,” you begged, squeezing your legs around his back to drive him that much deeper into you. He couldn’t deny you after that. He gave in to your plea and groaned a string of curses, all of them muffled into your hair or the blanket as his warm release flooded inside you.  

You both lay there for a minute as your breathing started to even. Your pulse thumped in your ears as your heart raced within the walls of your chest. Staring at the ceiling while your conscious mind reunited with your body, you huffed out a breathy giggle, “Holy shit.”

Matt joined in your laughter as he sat up, pulled out from you, and folded your legs over his lap to collapse against the back cushion. He ran his fingers through his sweaty hair, clearing his throat before licking his lips. He was as much of a mess as you were, and you couldn’t help but be amused at the sight. “I don’t know why I waited this long to do that.”

“Oh, we are going to have so much fun.”

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all that's left | noah sebastian

noah sebastian x reader | tags & triggers warnings: pure angst and pain, mentioned car crash, mentioned coma, implied death | words: 900ish

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Jolly sat in the hard plastic chair, staring at the floor, tracing the same crack in the linoleum with his eyes for what felt like the thousandth time. His fingers twitched in his lap, restless with the things he still couldn’t make sense of, the things he didn’t know how to say to her.

It had been two weeks since the accident. Two weeks of waiting for her to wake up, to open her eyes and remember. Two weeks of trying to accept reality and trying to find the right way to tell her the truth—truth that he still couldn’t accept himself. 

A deep, hollow ache tugged at him as he glanced toward her motionless form in the bed. Machines hummed softly around her, cables trailing from her body like vines trying to hold her down to this world. Her face was pale beneath the harsh hospital lighting. It was hard to reconcile the vibrant girl he remembered with the frail figure lying in front of him now.

He hadn’t left the hospital much since the crash. Couldn’t. Her uncle hadn’t come, as expected, but there had been friends and other relatives that had come to check on her, that had cried when they’d seen her, that had cried even before stepping into the room, once the news had reached them. 

None of it changed a thing. 

A faint groan, barely audible, broke the silence in the room. Jolly’s heart leapt into his throat as he snapped his head up.

Her eyelids fluttered.

For a moment, he froze, unsure if he had imagined it. But then her fingers twitched, her lips parted in a faint gasp, and her eyes—those eyes—opened, unfocused and wide with confusion.

He pronounced her name in a questioning tone. Jolly leaned forward, his voice shaky but hopeful, like it might shatter at any moment.

She blinked slowly, trying to focus, her gaze darting around the room in a frantic haze. Her breaths came in short, shallow bursts. Her body seemed stiff, uncooperative, like it wasn’t hers anymore. She stared down at herself, at the tubes snaking into her arms, the bandages, the bruises, the weight of her broken body sinking in.

“Wh–where…?” Her voice was raspy, as if it had been buried somewhere deep, far away. Panic flickered in her eyes as her hands instinctively pulled at the wires tethering her to the machines.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay,” Jolly said quickly, standing now, reaching out but not touching her. “It’s okay, sweetheart. You’re fine.”

She flinched at the sound of his voice, her gaze finally locking onto him. But there was no recognition there, only fear.

“J-Jolly?” she whispered, her lips barely moving.

He nodded, forcing himself to breathe, to stay calm. “Yeah, it’s me. Hold on, I’ll get the doctors.”

He stumbled to the door, calling for a nurse, for anyone. It wasn’t long before they flooded the room—nurses, doctors, people in scrubs with voices too loud and movements too fast. They surrounded her, checking vitals, speaking in hushed tones meant to reassure, but her confusion and panic only deepened.

Jolly stood back, hands shoved into his sweats’ pockets, watching helplessly as they worked. This was it. This was the moment he had dreaded, and it was happening too fast. He wasn’t ready. But it wasn’t about him—it was about her. And Noah.

After what felt like forever, the doctors finished their examination. One of them—a tall man with kind eyes—placed a hand on Jolly’s shoulder as they left.

“She’s stable. It’s good that she’s awake. Take it easy, okay? She’s going to be confused and disoriented. We’ll be back in a while to check on her again. ”

Jolly nodded mutely. Easy? There was nothing easy about this.

The room was quieter now, just the two of them again. She lay back against the pillows, her brow furrowed in confusion, but calmer. She turned her head—even that simple movement hurt like hell—. Her eyes landed on Jolly.

“What… happened to me? Why… why am I here?”

Jolly took a slow breath, pulling up the chair beside her bed. His hands were trembling slightly, but he tried to steady them as he clasped them together. “You were in an accident,” he said softly. “Two weeks ago. A car crash.”

She blinked, processing. Her gaze dropped to the cast encasing her leg, the bruises staining her skin, and the machines still connected to her. She swallowed hard, a flicker of understanding crossing her face. It made sense, even if it didn’t feel real. 

“Two… weeks?” she whispered, almost to herself.

Jolly nodded. “Yeah. You’ve been in a coma. But you’re awake now. You’re going to be okay.”

She didn’t respond right away, staring down at her hands. Her face twisted as if she was trying to pull memories from the darkness, but it was like sifting through fog. Then, slowly, she looked back at him.

“Jolly…” Her voice broke a little. “Noah… He was with me. He was in the car too.”

Jolly’s heart clenched, and he felt the blood drain from his face. 

He opened his mouth, but no words came. Just the crushing weight of what had to be said, pressing down on him as he tried to gather the courage to speak.

Her eyes widened as the silence stretched on, and the air between them growing impossibly heavy as her heart succumbed to the most horrifying panic she would ever experience; her eyes, unblinking, filling with tears. 

“Jolly… where’s Noah?” 

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