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Matt was a messy eater. Sometimes you found it endearing, sometimes you found it gross, and sometimes… well.
Your eyebrows were furrowed as you watched Matt take a handful of chips and shove them into his mouth. There was assuredly a better way to eat them that did not involve partially sticking his fingers in his mouth— really, who did that??— but Matt didn’t seem to know it. He caught you staring and smiled with his mouth closed, his cheeks bulging with food.
You puffed out a laugh and shook your head. “You look like a hamster,” you said dryly.
“Am I a cute hamster?” he said, still chewing.
“Unfortunately, yes,” you sighed. You looked over to Jay at the piano, who was watching Matt with equal confusion. “How have you dealt with this for over ten years?” you wondered.
Jay shrugged. “He’s a cute hamster,” he replied, making you laugh for real.
Matt swallowed and sucked the tips of his fingers clean, triggering that strange mix of emotion you always got when he did that. He never seemed to notice before, but he certainly noticed now. “Why are you looking at me like that?” he asked, wiping his hand on his jeans.
“Like what?” you twittered. “I’m not— this is… normal. I’m looking at you normally.”
“Uh-huh,” he said flatly. He was seated on the couch perpendicular from yours, which gave you no escape from his stare. Matt narrowed his eyes at you. He seemed to think for a long moment, Jay filling the silence with his usual tinkering on the piano. “Bird—”
Jay stopped playing. “I didn’t see how she looked at you, Matt,” he interrupted.
“No, I know.” He looked at his friend. “I was just thinking you should take a walk.”
“Wha— why?” Jay whined softly. “I don’t want to go on a walk, it’s cold outside.”
“It’ll be good for you,” Matt argued, standing. His eyes were still fixed on you, and you swallowed hard. God damn it, he knew.
“No, Matt, I’m not—“
“Birdie, you either gotta take a walk, or get really cool about a bunch of stuff really fast.”
“What are you talking about?”
You tore your gaze away from Matt to watch Jay look between you and your boyfriend, confusion clear on his face.
Realization dawned on him. “Wait,” Jay whined, “you’re not going to—“
“Maybe,” Matt interrupted, sitting beside you. “Who knows? I need time to find out.”
“You’re disgusting,” Jay huffed, standing.
“It’s not disgusting,” Matt corrected, finally looking away from you so he could watch Jay try to find his jacket. “Get a g-friend, and maybe one day you’ll understand.”
“I can get a g-friend,” Jay bit out. “I can get a g-friend, no problem.”
“Well, look, you’re going out alone— here’s your chance to prove it,” Matt offered with a sly smile.
Jay grumbled and grumpily put on his jacket. He didn’t bother looking at you, and you tried not to let that hurt your feelings.
“Bye, Jay,” you said.
“Yeah, bye, (Y/N),” he replied. “Have fun getting fucked, or whatever.”
“She will!” Matt yelled after him as Jay stomped out of the house. When the door slammed shut, Matt shook his head and clicked his tongue. “You believe the mouth on that guy?” he said wryly. He looked towards the window, and so did you, both of you watching as Jay walked past it.
“You didn’t have to make him leave,” you sighed.
“Sure I did,” Matt mused, facing you again. “You’d totally freeze up otherwise.” He scooted closer until his thigh pressed against yours. “You’ve never been comfortable being… intimate around Bird.”
“Does that surprise you?”
“No, not particularly.” Matt narrowed his eyes again. “What does surprise me is the way you were looking at me while I was eating those chips.”
You flushed, feeling thoroughly caught. “I— it’s weird,” you said defensively.
“That wasn’t an ‘it’s weird’ look,” Matt accused teasingly. “That was a ‘Matt, I want to fuck you so bad’ look.”
You laughed sharply and looked away from him, running your hand through your hair. “Wow!” you exclaimed. “I said that with just a look? Impressive.”
Matt guided your chin back to face him, his thumb brushing against your bottom lip. A thrill ran up your spine. “So, what’s the deal?” he prodded.
“There’s no deal,” you breathed.
“Hm. You wanna know what I think?”
“You’re going to tell me anyway,” you teased lightly.
Matt smiled. “True.” He pressed down on your lower lip, urging your mouth open slightly. “I think you saw me licking my fingers and got a little jealous.”
Heat flooded your body, a mixture of arousal and embarrassment at having been so thoroughly caught. “That’s—“ You scoffed out a little laugh. “Don’t be ridiculous.”
“Ridiculous, eh?” Again, he rubbed your bottom lip lightly— teasingly— with his thumb. “So you don’t want my fingers in your mouth?”
The arousal flooding your body only got more intense at the thought. “I, um…”
“What if I just—“ Matt pushed his thumb into your mouth, and your tongue moved instinctively to meet it. He grinned as he pressed the pad of his thumb against your tongue. “Ew,” he said with obvious delight. “You freak.” Matt dragged his thumb out of your mouth and down your lip, coating it with your own saliva.
“Sh-shut—“
Matt cut you off by pushing his pointer and middle fingers past your lips. You inhaled sharply, but accepted them nonetheless. You did it eagerly, even, wrapping your lips around them and dragging your tongue over the pads, which still tasted like salt and oil.
“Told you,” he purred.
You let out an annoyed ‘mmph’, but that didn’t stop you from wrapping your hand around his wrist and encouraging him to go further.
“Wow,” he drawled, really stretching out the small word. “Look at you. You’re that desperate for it?” Matt slid his fingers as far into your mouth as you would let him, which was almost to where they joined his hand. “Oh my God,” he marveled with a soft laugh. “You’re gonna make yourself gag.” Matt pulled his fingers out of your mouth, again wetting your bottom lip with your spit.
“Please don’t stop,” you breathed.
“You want more?” Matt purred. He crowded you against the back of the couch and shoved his fingers back into your mouth. You moaned around them, and he cursed under his breath. Matt pressed down on your tongue, almost making you gag. “Just how much of a freak are you?” he wondered. “Would you let me spit in your mouth?”
You squeezed your thighs together, letting out a little whimper.
Matt grinned. “Yeah?” he goaded. “Should I try?” He shifted onto his knee so he could loom over you, and he took his hand out of your mouth so he could grab your face. You cringed slightly at the feeling of his spit-slick fingers against your cheek, but then he was tipping your head back and urging you to open wide. “Ready?”
You nodded slightly and breathed out an eager, “Uh-huh.”
Matt spit in your mouth. As soon as you felt it hit your tongue, he forced your jaw to close. “Swallow it,” he ordered.
No need to tell you twice. You obediently swallowed, and then opened your mouth again invitingly.
“Incredible,” he said with a laugh. Then, he slipped his fingers back into your mouth. You closed your lips around them and hollowed your cheeks slightly, sucking on them like you would his dick. “Jesus Christ,” Matt murmured. “Imagine if Bird came home right now and saw this. Do you think he’d call you a freak, too? Or maybe a slut.”
You moaned around his fingers, squeezing your thighs again in an effort to get some sort of relief for the fire being stoked in your tummy.
“Getting squirmy, eh?” Matt purred. “Maybe I should take these fingers out of your mouth and slip them somewhere else wet.”
You weren’t sure whether to melt or grimace, so you settled for sighing through your nose and sliding your tongue against his fingers. Matt pressed down enough to actually trigger your gag reflex and you sputtered as he took his hand back. “Bastard,” you croaked.
“You liked it.” Matt brushed his hand off absentmindedly on his jeans. “Get on your hands and knees.”
“Wha—?”
“Just do it.”
Your legs shook slightly as you followed his direction, positioning yourself so you were on your hands and knees facing the armrest. Matt pressed against you from behind, and you could feel how hard you had made him. “Up,” he said, pulling your shoulder until you braced yourself on the armrest. Then, he grabbed your hips and urged you to start grinding on him.
Pleasure fizzled through you as you rolled your hips, each pass of his erection over your covered pussy making the heat flooding your body hotter. Matt bent over you, his chest to your back, and brought his hand up so he could push his fingers into your mouth. This time it was his middle and ring fingers that he shoved past your lips, and you accepted them eagerly, drooling around the digits until you could feel it start to leak from your lips.
“It’s kind of crazy how easy it was to get you to this point,” Matt purred in your ear. “I mean, you’re drooling for God’s sake. How pathetic is that?”
“Matt,” you whined, garbled by his fingers in your mouth.
“You must want me pretty bad, huh?”
You nodded, aided by his hand.
“You know,” Matt continued, “I really am curious to see what Bird would think of this. Maybe I’ll keep you all needy like this until he gets back from his walk— but who knows when that will be…” He chuckled. “Could you imagine if he actually did manage to bag a g-friend and I had you like this all night?” Matt sighed happily. “Now that would be something.”
You shivered and pressed against him especially hard, rutting your hips in an effort to sate your maddening desire. You felt like you were in heat or something.
Matt grunted softly. “How much you wanna bet you’ve soaked through your underwear?” he panted. He was still talking a big game, but you were clearly getting to him, too.
“Probably,” you mumbled.
“I wanna check.” Matt fumbled with your fly for a moment— you cut him some slack since his other hand was preoccupied— until he finally got it open. Then, he pulled back, taking both hands with him, and you whined loudly. “I know,” he tutted. “Your life is so hard.” Matt dragged your pants down to your knees, and then you heard him chuckle. “Oh my God,” he marveled. “You’re a mess, baby. You’re drooling back here, too.”
Embarrassment crept up your neck and you shivered. “Matt,” you whined softly, “that’s—“
“If you say gross, or weird, I’m just going to remind you that you’ve been begging for my fingers in your mouth,” Matt interrupted flatly.
You exhaled shakily and dropped your head, reckoning with that fact. Matt didn’t give you much time to ruminate, though. Soon he was urging you to grind against him again, his fingers shoved back in your mouth. The slightly rough texture of his jeans felt strange— but not unpleasant— against the backs of your thighs.
“Gonna have to change my pants before Jay gets home,” Matt murmured. “They’re gonna be all wet by the time I’m done with you.”
Your arms were already starting to get a little shaky as you grew more and more overwhelmed by him. Matt usually had that effect on you, though. “Matt, please,” you moaned. If you sounded that pathetic to your own ears, you could only imagine what you sounded like to Matt.
“Please, what, baby?” Matt cooed. “Is this not enough?” He ground against you harder, his erection fitting so perfectly against your pussy.
You weren’t sure what to do. All you could do was whine again and roll your hips while you continued to suck on his fingers.
“I don’t know what more you could want,” he continued. “I know I can get you to cum just like this, without any penetration or anything. You know it, too.”
The growing tension in your body certainly supported that theory. “Yeah, but—“ you mumbled around his fingers.
“It’s not polite to talk with your mouth full,” Matt teased. He finally pulled his hand back, and you panted, feeling surprisingly empty. “Now, what was that?”
“I just—“ You cut yourself off with a whimper. “Are you— if I can get there, are you going to let me cum?” you managed to croak.
“Oh, sure,” Matt mused. “Cum as many times as you like, I don’t care. You don’t even have to ask.”
“Wh-what’s—“ You swallowed hard, stifling a moan. “What’s the catch?”
“No catch,” Matt said innocently.
You looked at him over your shoulder, scrutinizing him. For all intents and purposes, he appeared to be telling the truth, but you knew what Matt was like— he loved lies and tricks. “Matt…”
“What?” he asked with a laugh. “You don’t believe me?”
You shook your head.
Matt hummed softly and pushed your shirt up towards your shoulders so he could run his hand down your bare back. “That’s your prerogative, I guess,” he mused. “I can’t make you c—“ He paused, tilting his head slightly to the side in consideration. “Well, okay, I could, but… I prefer to make you work for it.”
No surprise there. You sighed through your nose and lowered yourself onto your forearms so you could curve your back and grind against him better.
“Just like that,” Matt purred appreciatively. He dragged his fingertips lightly down your spine, making you shiver and twitch. “You know this already, but I’m not planning on making you do all the work. I just want to see how needy you can get.”
“S’a lot,” you mumbled.
“No doubt about that.” Matt moved his hands to your hips. “You’re so far away now, baby. If you’re all the way down there, I can’t put my fingers in your mouth,” he explained condescendingly.
You groaned softly and rested your forehead against the armrest. “I know, but— God— this feels so good.”
“Mm, the angle of your hips is pretty good,” Matt appraised. “You’re basically begging me to fuck you.” He chuckled fondly. “I love how desperate you are for me.”
“Matt,” you whined, grinding against him needily. “Baby, please.”
Matt pulled away from you entirely, making you let out a loud, frustrated whine. “Be quiet,” he tutted. “Turn over. I’ll fix your problems.”
You huffed, but did as he ordered, flopping onto your back with your head against the armrest. Matt helped you take your pants the rest of the way off, then bent your leg up to your chest, holding it there as he positioned himself between your thighs. “God, Matt, you’re so hard,” you breathed as he ground against you. “You don’t want to—?”
“Later,” Matt said. “I’m testing something.” He rested the tips of his middle and ring fingers on your lower lip, and you obediently opened your mouth for them to slide inside. “It’s hotter this way, I think,” he muttered, his eyes darting over your face and body.
“Mhm,” you breathed, muffled. You sucked on his fingers and rolled your hips as best as you could in your position.
Matt smiled wryly. “Trying to do my job, baby?”
“Mm-mm,” you denied, shaking your head slightly.
“Good.” Matt started to grind steadily against you, shifting his weight so he could also start to fuck your mouth with his fingers. Your eyes widened in surprise, which made him chuckle. “What, you want me to stop?” He started to pull his hand away.
“No,” you yelped, grabbing his wrist. To prove your point, you held his hand in place and started to slowly bob your head.
“Fucking freak,” he purred. “What do you even get out of this?”
You whined and breathed harshly through your nose to keep yourself from gagging as he pushed his fingers in as far as he could.
“Just pure love of the game?” Matt continued. “You’re such a slut.”
You let out another pitiful whine, the tension in your body almost unbearable. It only took a few more ruts of his hips to push you over the edge. Matt laughed as you twitched, the pleasure freezing your nervous system in a way he clearly found amusing. He took his hand from your mouth, allowing you to pant unimpeded.
“You know, you’re kind of amazing,” he mused.
“Can you kiss me?” you mumbled, slurring your words just a little.
Matt tugged your body down a bit, stretching you out more so he could continue to grind against you as he kissed you. It was almost to the point of overstimulation, but you simply clung to his strong shoulders and rolled your hips to meet him.
“Can you— are you going to…?” You trailed off.
“Am I going to what?” Matt mused.
“Ah… finish,” you mumbled.
Matt snickered. “You want me to?” he asked.
You nodded eagerly. “S’only fair,” you said.
“Sounds like you just want me to get these jeans even dirtier,” he teased. “One set of fluids not enough for you?”
“You—“ You swallowed hard, trying not to shy away under his gaze. “I could, um— m-my mouth is for more than just… fingers.”
Matt puffed out another laugh and sat back, letting you clumsily move to the floor and kneel in front of him. “Do you have some sort of oral fixation or something?” he asked wryly as he undid his fly.
“Maybe I just like you a lot,” you mumbled.
“No kidding.” Matt stood. Before he could push his pants down, you curled your hands in his waistband and slowly pulled his jeans down, along with his underwear. You made him bunch his shirt up a bit so you could brush your lips along his soft stomach, and then you bit him. “Ow, hey,” he scolded, “quit it.”
“Sorry, Matt,” you said, not sorry at all. You took his cock in your hand and guided it to your lips, not wasting any more time before taking him into your mouth. You savored the feeling, your eyes falling shut as you moaned.
“You’d think it was better for you than it was for me,” Matt mused softly. He carded his hand through your hair, drawing your eyes back up to him.
You let out a questioning hum.
“No, yeah, it’s good,” he assured you with a nod. “Really good.”
Satisfied, you started to bob your head, holding onto his thigh to keep yourself steady.
“God,” he breathed, softly gripping your hair. “Really, really good.” Matt tilted his head back, a little whimper bleeding from his throat.
You moaned around his cock, and it twitched on your tongue. Matt’s hips bucked a bit, enough to make you gag, and you had to pull off, using your hand to make up for the loss of your mouth.
“Sorry,” Matt murmured.
“Don’t be,” you assured him breathily before taking him in again.
“Fuck, you’re so eager,” he marveled. “You want me to cum in your mouth?”
You chirped out an ‘mhm!’ not pausing for even a moment.
Matt scoffed out a laugh and used his grip in your hair to guide you how he wanted you. You couldn’t help but slip your free hand between your legs. You were so wet, and still so sensitive, but you rubbed your clit anyway, craving more of that heady feeling.
“It’s really— ah— you’re really that into this, eh?” Matt panted. “I don’t know why I’m surprised.” He thrust into your mouth, and you were more prepared this time. You gripped his thigh tightly and stilled your head, hoping he would take the hint. Matt pulled your hair tighter. “What, you want me to use you?” he asked.
You hummed another affirmative, squeezing his thigh.
“Fine.” Matt added his other hand to the back of your head, using both of them to hold you in place as he started to move his hips. He was careful enough, but you could tell his control was starting to slip. “Making me do the work for you,” he muttered. “Classic move.”
You whined softly, looking up at him with watery eyes. You had to take your hand out of your panties so you could steady yourself by holding onto him.
“Don’t look at me like that,” Matt scoffed with a smile. “You asked for this.”
You made an unintelligible sound, not even totally sure what you were trying to convey, and shut your eyes so you could focus. Your lips were drool-coated and numb, but any discomfort you felt was washed away as Matt’s hand tightened painfully in your hair and he came in your mouth. You gagged slightly as his cum hit your tongue, but you swallowed it anyway, eagerly sucking him dry.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” Matt murmured, panting. He released your hair, carding his hand through it gently as you pulled off of him. “Come here.”
You wobbled as you stood. The change in position, mixed with the heated state of your body, made you light-headed, and you had to hold onto Matt for support.
“Easy, girl,” he said, sounding a little like he was calming a horse. “You’re alright.”
“Sorry,” you mumbled.
“What are you sorry for?” he mused. “Relax. Give me a kiss.” Matt pursed his lips comically, making you giggle before you leaned in and kissed him. You couldn’t help but deepen the kiss, and Matt let out an amused sigh. “We should get dressed,” he murmured against your lips.
“You don’t wanna go again?” you asked.
At Matt’s look of mild surprise, you laughed. “Just teasing,” you said. “Unless…?”
“You’re a little horn dog,” he accused playfully. “What, one orgasm not good enough for you? You want more?”
“I mean…”
Matt tutted as he pulled up his pants. “Insatiable,” he said. “Or maybe you want Jay to come home and find you in a compromising position? Is that it?”
“No, I—!”
“Pervert.”
A flush spread through your body and you mumbled defenses for yourself as you redressed.
“Quit mumbling,” Matt said as he plopped down onto the couch. “Come sit.” He patted the spot next to him, and when you sat there, he wrapped his arm around your shoulders, tugging you tight against his side. “I love you.”
You melted against him, his confession catching you off guard. You knew, of course, but he didn’t say it all that often. You leaned up to kiss him, resting your hand on his chest. “I love you too, Matty,” you cooed.
Matt kissed you for a while after that, up until Jay finally returned home. You parted from your boyfriend, slightly dazed and unsure what time it was, and blinked rapidly to try and focus on Jay as he entered the living room.
“How was—“ Your voice cracked and you cleared your throat. “How was your walk?” you asked.
“It was fine,” he said flatly, considering the pair of you. “How was the sex?”
Matt cackled. “Jesus, Bird, have all your manners flown out the window?” he marveled. “Who even asks that?” He shook his head, tutting. “If you’re so curious, stick around next time— you can find out for yourself how it is.”
“I—“ Jay flushed, his jaw dropping open. “I didn’t mean it like that, obviously,” he hissed.
You and Matt shared a look, which only made Jay’s indignation grow. “Sure,” Matt drawled. “Whatever you say.”
You scooted closer to Matt, nearly in his lap, and patted the couch beside you. “You can sit,” you offered. “You’re probably tired.”
Jay scoffed, but nonetheless slipped off his coat and sat in the suggested spot. As a result, you were sort of squished between them, but Matt made no effort to move so you would have more room. You got the feeling he was enjoying your and Jay’s joint discomfort.
“So, um, where’d you go?” you asked.
“High Park,” Jay sighed.
You blinked. “Wow, you went that far?”
“Figured you’d need the extra time,” he grumbled.
“Thanks, Jaybird,” Matt mused. “How thoughtful of you.” He took his hand off of your shoulder to lightly smack Jay’s arm. “You get a g-friend?”
“No, Matthew,” Jay sighed heavily, “I did not get a g-friend.”
“Well, there’s always next time,” Matt responded sympathetically. “I’d offer you mine in the meantime, but—“ He shrugged.
“Jesus Christ,” you mumbled, dragging your hands down your face. “Why are you like this?”
“He’s always been this way,” Jay informed you flatly.
“What can I say? I’m just a good friend that way,” Matt mused.
“And a shitty boyfriend,” you said.
“That, too.”
You rolled your eyes, but still slumped against his side, resting your head on his shoulder. “You shouldn’t tease him like that,” you whispered.
“Who’s teasing?” Matt asked, widening his eyes. “I mean it.”
You could tell he was being honest. You swallowed hard and spared Jay a glance. He was too busy staring at Matt with his eyebrows furrowed to notice you looking. “We’ll talk about this later,” you murmured.
“Sure, sure,” Matt agreed, nodding.
You stood up, drawing both of their attention. “I’m going home,” you said.
“Aw, what?” Matt whined. “Why?”
“You don’t have to go, (Y/N),” Jay said immediately. “I’m not upset.”
You offered him a grateful smile. “Thank you, Jay, but it’s not because of you. It’s just getting late—“
“You could stay the night,” Matt offered.
You eyed the bunk bed. “I’ll pass this time,” you mused. “Besides, I think you two have some… things to talk about.”
Matt’s eyebrows furrowed as he considered you, but then he shook his head and stood up. “Yeah, okay,” he said. “You’ll be back tomorrow, though, yeah?”
“Yes, honey, I’ll be back tomorrow,” you assured him with a placating pat on his chest. You kissed him sweetly and pulled away to get your coat. As you put it on, you nudged Jay’s shin with your foot. “You gonna be here?”
“I always am,” he mused.
You grinned. “Thank God.”
Jay laughed, and you felt a pleasant twinge in your stomach. Pleased with yourself, you gave Matt another kiss and went to put on your shoes. Matt trailed after you, puppy dog eyes on full display.
“You really have to go?” he asked.
“I really have to go,” you confirmed. Once you were all ready to go, you hugged him, sighing happily through your nose as his arms curled around you in return.
“Spend the night tomorrow,” Matt suggested.
You puffed out a laugh. “Matty…”
“No, really,” he insisted. “You should. We’ll take the bottom bunk—“
“It’s my turn on the bottom bunk,” Jay whined.
“Don’t be a baby, Jaybird,” Matt groused. “You can take the top again for one night.” He looked at you hopefully, his earnestness making your heart melt. “With the curtain, it’s basically like a little bedroom— literally, because the room is the bed.”
“Is that where the word comes from?” Jay wondered.
“I’m not going to dignify that with a response,” Matt said flatly. “Baby, please.”
“You did say please,” you murmured.
“And I never say please,” Matt said with a nod.
“A ‘please’ and an ‘I love you’ all in one day… things must be getting pretty serious,” you teased.
Matt grinned. “So, you’ll do it? You’ll sleep over tomorrow?”
You sighed through your nose and nodded. “Yeah, I’ll—“ You were cut off as Matt kissed you hard. You let out a little ‘mmph!’ but still relaxed against him, allowing him to deepen the kiss. It was hard not to get lost in him— he was a terrific kisser, and his need for you to stay in the house was coming across in a way that made you weak at the knees.
“Jesus Christ,” Jay groaned.
Matt pulled away from you, leaving you panting softly. “Let me know when you get home,” he said.
“Y-Yeah,” you replied, a little dazed. “Will do.” You swallowed hard and zipped up your jacket. “Goodnight, Jay.”
“See you tomorrow, (Y/N),” Jay replied pleasantly.
After one final kiss, you left their house with a smile on your face and a spring in your step.