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aswaki · 3 days

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yeah this scene made think of this fic.... the way he ate it.... that ice cream left on his lips— i will lick it off him!!!

show me how you use that pretty mouth of yours [smt x reader]

seok matthew x reader | 2.2k word count | explicit (minors dni)

“matthew helps you with your oral fixation after discovering it”

contains: fem!reader, oral fixation, blow job, exhibitionism, food play(ish?), praise kink, pet names ("pretty girl", "baby")

it's almost astonishing how you manage to surprise matthew every single time you're together.

the weather wasn’t really favourable to do anything. it was too humid to be coped up inside but also too hot to be strolling outside. the both of you made a beeline to the balcony to get some air.

“can i sit here?” you had asked, a well manicured finger pointing at matthew. his eyebrow rose but didn’t reject you. in fact, he didn’t even bother to reply. he was curious what you would do. your plump lips suddenly had a slight pout that matthew wanted to kiss away from your face. him being unresponsive didn’t stop you, though. you strutted to where he positioned himself and plopped down. so out in the open, here you were shamelessly sitting on matthew's lap.

your sundress too short at the bottom (matthew was close to having a heart attack when you bent down earlier) and too skimpy at the top (it gave matthew the perfect view of your cleavage). you sat prettily on his lap, eating a popsicle similar to what matthew had. you're doing anything at this point just to cool off yet he was far from getting cooled off. in fact, he was getting hotter seeing you suck the popsicle like that.

you were facing matthew. your hand was placed on his strong chest as a way to keep yourself steady. his sight was fixed on you. he was watching you closely, taking in every detail about how you looked so damn sexy while enjoying the popsicle. he couldn't help but stare at your lips as they wrapped around the cold treat. it was driving him insane. his mind was going wild with thoughts about what else he could do with those lips.

he knew he should stop thinking about it.

however... he simply couldn't resist… not when your hand was feeling up his chest while you were on top of his lap and eating a popsicle. matthew could feel the heat rising within him as he continued to look at you; your body so close to his. he could feel the warmth emanating from the both of you. his skin practically burning underneath the sun. you licked the sides of the popsicle, softly moaning in delight.

“easy there, pretty girl,” matthew let out an amused huff and let his thumb briefly touch your lips. you let out a tiny sound of glee at that action. matthew’s hand started to move, easily slipping underneath your dress. he slowly caressed your thigh, rubbing against the sensitive skin there. he always had a hunch you had an oral fixation. he would always see you biting on straws if your drink had one or getting too excited on having a lollipop. (now, don't ask him why he noticed that.) (he found your lips alluring, that's for sure.)

he threw you a devious smirk. he watched you intently, his gaze never leaving yours for even a second. his own popsicle was melting quickly in the heat. as soon as he saw those drips of melting popsicle on his hand, an idea came to his mind. he was going to find confirmation if his hunch was correct. he raised his fingers to his mouth trying to lick them clean. it left a trail of saliva on his skin.

as if on cue, your gaze snapped to his hand. he knew his idea was correct as he saw the way your eyes followed the movement of his fingers. he could practically hear the sound of your breath hitching in anticipation.

he reached for your popsicle, which was half-gone anyway. he pulled it away from your mouth, smirking at the look of shock on your face. he one upped you. he felt proud of pulling a reverse card and making you be the one who is surprised this time.

he put the popsicles on top of the table close to where you were sitting. he bent down a little bit. his face now so close to yours. you could feel his warm breath on your skin. "do you want a taste?" he asked in a low tone, maintaining eye contact with you and one hand still touching your thigh. his voice made the butterflies in your stomach violent.

you could feel your heart racing faster. your cheeks blushing at matthew’s question, feeling like you’ve been caught doing something you weren’t supposed to do.

“matt,” you whispered his name. it was clear you were already aroused. beads of sweat were shining on your collarbones. your vision went a little bit hazy. your breaths were coming in shallow pants as you struggled to maintain control over yourself.

matthew teasingly lifted his fingers closer to your lips. you decided you simply could not pass this offer up. you threw caution to the wind. to hell with it, you were already in a suggestive position at the balcony. you aggressively nodded at him, tits bouncing at the sudden movement. he watched your breasts move enticingly in that tight dress of yours. you encircled your hand on his wrist. “let me have you, matty,” you said shyly which left matthew amused once more. you were hardly the shy type but here you were close to begging to have his fingers in your mouth.

“c’mon. open up, pretty girl. i want to see how good you look with your lips around my fingers,” and you didn’t need to be told twice. you shifted in his lap, rubbing against his body. your lips parted, tongue poking out to give his fingers tentative kitten licks.

his desire could barely be contained. the sensation sent shivers down his spine. he was practically salivating at the sight of you. the moment his index and middle fingers met your mouth, you sighed contently. you immediately latched on his fingers and sucked. your tongue lapped up the popsicle juices and his saliva. the way your tongue moved and the sounds you made as you suckled on his fingers aroused him. his imagination wandered on how good must it be if you were sucking cum off his fingers. his mind was now completely consumed by the image of your mouth wrapped around his cum coated fingers or better yet, your lips wrapped on his dick.

the temptation to play with you further couldn’t be held back. matthew dipped his fingers deeper in your mouth, letting you taste the sweet, sugary flavor of the popsicle mixed with his saliva. it was something unique. you whimpered as you found yourself craving more of it. you were already a drooling mess. your eyes locked onto his as he continued to play with you. the sensation of you licking his fingers was so erotic for matthew. he somehow understood why you enjoyed it.

“oh, my baby is so needy,” he told you as his free hand, which was still on your thigh, enjoyed the feel of your skin. at this point, he had pulled your dress upwards to reveal more of your thighs. your panties were peaking already. the sensation of his warm, damp fingers against your bare thigh was intoxicating. your pulse quickened with every touch. you could feel your pussy getting wetter and wetter with each passing second, desperate for release. matthew could feel it too. your fluids leaving a dark spot on his pants.

the air felt thick and oppressive around you. you were still sucking on his fingers. the popsicle juice already gone from his digits but you were still having fun with matthew. your hips are starting to move itself. you were grinding on him. his erection pressing painfully against the fabric of his pants.

“shit. you’re big,” you said as you moved yourself on top of his aching cock. he would’ve laughed at your wide eyes if he wasn’t feeling desperately turned on. instead, he groaned at your movements. his jaw clenched slightly, frustration mixed with desire forming inside of him. his sweat made his hair stick to his forehead.

there was no denying the intensity of his desire or the passion he exuded as he worked to keep you both entranced and aroused. even though the two of you were sweaty and sticky from the heat, the both of you found yourself craving more.

you removed matthew’s fingers away from your mouth with a pop. you looked down at his bulge. your fingers traced over it making him hiss at the feeling. you were back to surprising matthew. you licked your lips and asked, “can i?”

“tell me, can you?” he challenged you, taking off his belt. you removed yourself from his lap and knelt in front of him. your soft skin hitting the hard surface of the balcony's floor. your dress was too short to protect your knees.

the thought of anyone walking at any given moment added to the thrill. you looked up at matthew, lips pouting and eyes wide. at this angle, matthew thought you looked gorgeous between his legs, kneeling down before him and absolutely willing to take him in your mouth.

your hand grabbed his cock above the fabric of his pants. as your fingers pulled his zipper down, matthew acted quick and helped you by pushing off his offending garments. (you were fulfilling the imagination that crossed his mind earlier; of course, he'd be quick to act on this.) his girthy cock sprung free. pre-cum already leaking.

you kissed his dick, his fluids coating your lip like gloss. his hips instinctively bucked at the contact. matthew’s fist wrapped in your hair. he gathered it so it wouldn’t bother you as you blew him off. with his other hand, matthew reached down to stroke your cheek, “go on, baby. show me how you use that pretty mouth of yours.”

his words struck a chord within you. you haven’t even put his thick cock in your mouth but you already felt so good. your panties were gathering the fluids leaking out of you. you closed your eyes and licked his entire length. he wanted nothing more than to be consumed by the sight of you enjoying yourself. you swirled your tongue on his cockhead happily. your tongue darted back and forth effortlessly which coaxed a groan from the man above you. you momentarily pulled away and smiled at him with a strand of saliva connecting your mouth to the soaked cockhead. you had also moaned in satisfaction, glad your oral itch was getting relieved. the both of you not holding back at being vocal.

“ah, fuck,”

when your lips parted to finally welcome him in your mouth, he used his hand at the back of your head to guide you. you both made eye contact as your mouth bobbed up and down his shaft. he felt the familiar feeling of tightening inside him. his face contorted in pleasure as your warm mouth enveloped him. you almost gagged at his size. tears gathered in your eyes but you didn’t stop. you only blinked them away.

you held him there for a few seconds before raising back up to swirl your tongue around his cockhead without releasing him from your lips. matthew let out a sound of approval.

“love your cock, matty,” you said. your honeyed voice made matthew feel weak. his fingers tightened the hold on your hair, earning him a whine from you. his cock twitched in your lips at your sounds. you went back down, further this time. matthew started to move his hips fucking you in the mouth. his thrust went from slow to an increased sloppy speed as he felt himself close to climax. you loved how he used your mouth. you moaned in his dick knowing the vibration would add to his stimulation.

“keep going, pretty girl. ‘m so c- close,” the pressure that had built inside him was ready to burst. you held on to both his thighs. after a few more licks and deep throating, matthew spurted hot cum on your mouth. he let out a low moan as he released it. you tried to swallow as much as you could, relishing on his flavour. some dribbled out of your lips. it trickled down your chin and chest. you stroked the remnants from his already softening cock to ensure you got every drop of him.

when you pulled your mouth off of him, you made a show of swallowing hard. "that's my girl," matthew's words to you were breathy. he tried to catch his breath as he felt fucked out but he had to compliment you for taking him so well. you beamed at him, somehow still buzzed. he saw you scooping up his cum at the tops of your breast with your fingers and stuck in your mouth to suck on. on your leg, he could also see your own cum freely dripping. you truly received pleasure having something in your mouth.

you smiled mischievously at matthew, “you taste good.” this had been better than the popsicle you had earlier, in your opinion.

matthew pulled you back up. your legs wobbling at the sudden movement. you returned to your previous spot on his lap. your bodies were now sticky in sweat and cum. he toyed with your already ruined panties, wanting to return the favour. his finger ghosted your cunt. excitement was growing inside of you as you realized what he was about to do. he kissed your flushed cheeks and whispered, “my turn.”

a/n: i don't know what possessed me to speed write this in the midst of my schedule today.......... really took a portion of my day to have a matthew induced word vomit. matthew is my muse, if it isn't obvious. let me know what you think of this. as always, thank you for reading this and my previous fic! (also, i know the photos don't depict a hot day, lol! turn a blind eye on that. i just wanted to use that matthew photo so bad.)

divider credit: saradika-graphics

#aswaki yaps #icymi #yum #I NEED TO MAKE OUT WITH HIM SILLY #I NEED MATTHEW'S LIPS ON MINE #what do i need to do to suck his lips and tongue and ahhh #smt.jpg #seok matthew hard hours #seok matthew imagines #seok matthew x reader

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aswaki · 3 days

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anyone else went 💢⭕💢⭕💢⭕💢⭕ after watching the sweat mv.............. seok matthew you must be dealt with

#aswaki yaps #SWEAT IS SO GOOD #i can feel then sweating in that outfit in the summer time thooo #seok matthew is insane #that scene where they got wet by the rain!!!!#his lips and the ice cream too like FUCK #but girl where is his full rib tattoo

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aswaki · 3 days

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just think of dacryphilia and how matthew would be into that

it happened on accident. really, you must believe him.

matthew didn't mean to... guilt would rise up in him for a little bit but did you have to be that beautiful when tears were welling up in your eyes and spilling over your lashes?

he couldn't help himself adoring your tear stained cheeks, red waterline, and quivering bottom lip... his cock found itself adoring you too as it got painfully hard as he looked at you crying.

this was an interesting discovery for him. it'd give him an idea— he'd make it his mission to have you in tears when fooling around to test his depravity.

you were sweet and obedient— you'd do it, right? even when he wouldn't tell you of his plans? you'd definitely cry for him, right?

you were his angel because you did cry for him.

matthew was just eating you out yet here you were already overstimulated by his skillful tongue and nimble fingers. he indulged himself with you; depravity be damned.

he would find his gaze shifting to your face every now and then as he continued to eat you out just so he could admire your mouth hanging open to release whimpers and the salty tears streaking down your face— if you had make up on, you bet the mascara streaks would make matthew lose his shit.

he loved hearing how your voice contorted into sobs. was it from pleasure? or pain? he didn't know.

all matthew knew was that you were so cute holding on to his hair to find something to ground yourself on while soft mewls escape your alluring lips.

you'd end up begging— for what? again, the both of you had no clue if you wanted him to stop or if you finally wanted him to fuck you with his cock. you were simply out of your mind begging and crying for matthew.

it really shouldn't turn matthew on— your vulnerability —but it made him feral to have you be a sobbing mess. he knew you'd be like this for him.

he was sure you weren't even aware you were crying.

later on, matthew would come to find that not touching you for a while would have you be overly sensitive to the brink of tears. also edging? an easy way to get you to cry. he thought it was worth it to prolong your orgasm as long as he got to see you shake and sob under his command. (he wondered if you've caught on with his little obsession.)

oh, how he had a passion in learning ways to make you weep.

shh, don't worry, though. it's okay. your matty's here to caress your cheeks and whisper sweet nothings in your ear afterwards to show how good you were in letting him do what he wants with you.

you're so pretty when you cry.

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aswaki · 4 days

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your inability to maintain eye contact was fascinating to matthew. the way you faltered under his stare awakened something primal inside of him.

there was something about how your fleeting gaze to him appeared to be shy but underneath it all, there was burning desire.

matthew knew you wanted to be fucked until you ached but unless you voiced it out, he was contented to be gracefully touching you.

he held you with your back against his toned chest, a hand between your legs as he got you off in front of the mirror.

his fingers curled inside of you in gentle strokes as if he was coaxing words out of your mouth— to beg him to rut you with his cock.

you met his eyes briefly as your mouth dropped open to release sounds that were so sweet, it rivaled maple syrup. he hardened even more at this. matthew's erection poked you like it was informing you he was ready to take you if you asked.

he was convinced you were gaining courage to ask him to fuck you but you dropped your gaze quickly. your eyes fluttered shut.

he wanted you to look at the mirror's reflection once more so you could see what he was doing to you and your wet cunt. maybe that would be your push to beg for his thick cock.

matthew's other hand was tempted to grab your face so you could directly look at the mirror to see how you were squirming on his lap, hips bucking trying to get his fingers to move faster in desperate attempts to be sent closer to climax. gorgeous yet pathetic.

that hand happily remained on it's exploration at your torso, though. his fingers left unhurried touches on your sides and breasts. they felt like teasing feathers on your flesh which only made your breathing heavier and hips grinding more to his fingers inside of you. matthew could only chuckle darkly at that.

ah, no, no— you will endure this slow torture.

this was still a part of nature's instinct... to find a sense of fulfillment in something soft. to take delight in something you would soon devour.

you would only receive the privilege of getting fucked on his own terms. yes, eventually, you will get what you want... provided you can look at matthew directly in the eye while asking for it.

c'mon, pretty girl, just look at him.

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aswaki · 5 days

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this is random but i was wondering, have you ever interacted with matthew?

dw :') its fine. i never met him in person but he has replied to me on plus chat and bubble several times actually!!! i wish i could see zb1 perform live soon and etc.

#aswaki answers #anon messages #when he noticed me on plus chat i literally ran to the corner of my room and squealed to the wall and all #this is all i can say because i don't want to compromise my identity lol lol #we're good anon ily

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aswaki · 6 days

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denim crop top in the fucking rain.................

#aswaki yaps #yeah okay bro my pussy IS sweating!#smt.vid

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aswaki · 6 days

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i think i need more matty+roleplay in my life 😩 man loves a story

i've been thinking about matty doing roleplay in the bedroom for a long time. i'd do a proper write up of this but you're sooo right that he'd be very into the story which made me giggle. after your ask i just can't help but think of dorky loser!matthew who'd be so enthusiastic to propose roleplaying that you'd give in right away.

seok matthew x reader | flashfic | borderline explicit

contains: afab bodied!reader, dork!matthew, prelude to sexual roleplay, use of handcuffs (cuffing)

yes, he was a bit of a dork. he loved world building and stories and all that. it was fun to immerse in his interests so when he told you he wanted to try sexual roleplaying with a grin, shiny eyes and a body that seemed to be buzzed in enthusiasm, you gave in right away. you sent him heart eyes just by how excited he was to explore this.

the thing was your arousal was pushing your body to the limit. the fabric enclosing your cunt was becoming so wet to the point of discomfort.

matthew was getting lost in his head. it's endearing— you swore, it is. it's one of the reasons why you were drawn to him in the first place. he’s just so… bright eyed and charming. (honestly, his little yapping tendencies were a turn on. he really gets into it with confidence when he knows his topic which is so hot to see.)

it's just that you're about to explode with need... your entire body screamed when matthew sat on top of you. he was mindful to not put his entire weight on you but god, you wanted him to do it. you wanted to feel everything. you wanted him to crush you as he throws various roleplay scenarios to the wind.

“what about you be the hot cop? and i'd be the damsel in distress.” he said while looking down at you, almost oblivious to your aching needs. your hips desperately tried to find contact as they mindlessly bucked for him.

“matthew, no,” you exhaled. you feel yourself drying up at the thought of the police force. you couldn’t stand them.

his hands grabbed your wrist in loose restraint. matthew treated you with so much tenderness. a plea for him to rough you up almost escaped your lips.

“oh, so you want me to be the hot cop?” his eyebrows were wagging at you. his face split into a shit eating grin as he bounced on top of you. he might have had no intentions for it but the action alone made you whimper.

can he put his mouth to use? for a big talker, you just wanted him to shut up for a while and put his mouth on you.

“matty, baby, no- no cops.” you were wearing thin.

your thighs went to press itself to each other. they closed in trying to find their own friction. can he just touch you already?

“so, what are we going to do with this, then?” matthew's voice sounded so dejected, you wanted to kick yourself for making him sound like that. you wanted to kiss his entire face as he pulled out handcuffs from behind him. he was prepared!

oh, babyboy.

it was easy to move out his grasp... it wasn’t easy to flip the two of you... matthew was an endearing dork but he was jacked up.

his eyes widened when you took the handcuffs from him. you were quick to put in the work in cuffing his hands to the bedpost. he moaned.

your body crawled over his. his entire body lit up as the distance was covered. you felt his cock tenting. the only thing left separating you two were your pathetically thin clothes.

“what about you be my little prisoner, huh?” you look at him with heavy lidded eyes as you spoke. your fingers trailed over his jawline and down to his chest. he shivered underneath you.

“what- why?” he asked all confused and endearing. you almost expected him to ask 'what's the lore?' (hell, maybe that's what he meant....)

“you made me wait,” you continued with an inauthentic angry voice. his bulge was poking your thigh.

“i didn-”

your hand rubbed his hard pecs before speaking, “now here’s a scenario for you, huh? i’ll be the royal who comes down to my little prisoner’s cell,”

he inhaled sharply as you leaned forward. he does love a good story— more so when he's actually involved. your brain was thinking of ways to make this enjoyable for the both of you.

you were gently grinding on his erection and feeling him up as your breath tickled his ear, “and i’ll punish you to my heart's content.”

matthew could only nod. adorable. maybe you'd let him worship you later. you were royalty after all.

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aswaki · 6 days

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"THEWNINI COME TO APPA" the video... this fic.... it really is him.

dorky romantic loser matthew!!!!!!!!!!!! he's not a want but a need.... this might be silly but who cares!!!!!!

seok matthew x reader | flashfic | explicit (minors dni)

contains: fem!reader, dork!matthew, fluff, established relationship, smut - p in v sex, slight breeding kink, plushies, pet name ("baby"), usage of the pronoun "her" for reader once

you and matthew loved fucking anywhere and everywhere. however, there was an unmatchable feeling of being inside the confinement of one’s bedroom. it was intimate when having sex there— your weight bringing down the soft mattress. it’s coziness enveloping you as sinful acts happen on top of it. the subtle glow from the lights made it feel like everything was a sacred whisper.

“i’m going to ruin you,” matthew would whisper in your ear. his fingers traveling all over your body before making itself feel like home on top of your cunt.

and yes, he did that, a while ago. now, his cock nestled within the warmth of your walls. your moans filled up the enclosed room as he hits the right spot. your legs wrapped around his waist to keep him in place so he could thrust in deeper.

“i need you. keep going, baby,” you begged him. your nails clawed at his back.

it was a perfect night, really. there was one thing matthew couldn’t get over, though: it was your plushies.

they were all lined up at the side; each one more adorable than the last, yet their eyes held heavy judgment for him. he was defiling their mother.

this was the first time you were both fucking in your room. mostly, you were over at matthew’s place so yeah, this was also the first time your cute stuffed toys were discovering sex.

“stop hurting her!” they all seemed to scream. he felt bad they had to look them fucking. still, you felt so good. your walls clenched around his cock. he couldn’t just stop.

“fuck, baby, fill me up,” you breathed out. your eyes were closed in pleasure. you felt matthew's thumb caressing your cheek; a contrast to how he's pounding inside of you.

while you were in your hazy bliss, matthew tried to reposition himself but he faltered. your plushies were looking at him. he looked back at them as he moved inside of you. oh, their poor innocence.

your body softly wiggled back and forth as the intense flow of pleasure spread past every nerve. normally, the way your body moved underneath him would make him so excited but he couldn’t muster that up now. not when he’s having some staring contest with your plushies.

it was more than he could bear. he kissed your cheek. you leaned into him, trying to capture his lips to a kiss but he pulled out. it left you empty and on the edge.

“wha-” you were almost going to get mad but you couldn’t bring yourself to.

“i’m sorry. i’m sorry.” he said to each of your plush as he turned them around. here was your naked buff boyfriend apologizing to your toys. it couldn’t get more endearing than that. honestly, his softness turned you on even more.

you giggled as he came back between your legs. he looked sheepish, “i’m sorry.”

“why’d you do that?” your voice was full of amusement and your eyes full of love.

“no child has to see their parents fucking!” he replied, scandalously. he bent down to rub his nose against yours.

he considered himself as the father? adorable. maybe you'd let him breed you.

you kissed him on the lips and replied, “mmm, show me how sorry you are then,”

#aswaki yaps #icymi #come to papa OK SEOK MATTHEW #he's so cute with thewnini!!!!#woowoo & cinnamon.... pls ur still the ogs... i love you my children #smt.jpg #seok matthew imagines #seok matthew hard hours #seok matthew x reader

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aswaki · 7 days

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out in the clubs and getting sad because there's no seok matthew in the crowd 😞☝🏼

#aswaki yaps #i'm fucking drunk and all i can think of is seok matthew #just opened twitter and i love how matthew wrote a little emotional post abt the anniversary and he has a hot gym photo attached to it

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aswaki · 7 days

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i need matthew to dance to hit me up by timethai..... this shit's been plaguing my goddamn mind and making my face all warm and biting my lip and kicking my feet and twirling my hair— just by imagining it. I NEED HIM TO DO IT.

#aswaki yaps #seok matthew

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aswaki · 9 days

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imagine being under matthew as he fucks you with his necklace dangling in your face,,,

https://www.tumblr.com/aswaki/748086559584223232/not-a-single-innocent-thought-running-through-my

i was already writing a thing from that video so lucky you, anon. here you go~ i too just want to fucking feel matthew's body over mine while his necklace is dangling over my face. wouldn't it be so hot to feel his weight on top of you? with his necklace mesmerizing you as it moves along the pace of his thrusts?

seok matthew x reader | flashfic | explicit (minors dni)

contains: afab bodied!reader, tit/nipple play, dry humping, (almost) public sex, smut - p in v sex

matthew would definitely be the type to have you underneath him during push ups and steal kisses from your lips as a "reward".

but— you're simply too irresistible for him; your work out clothes were too snug that it almost became a second layer of your skin.... so when you cupped his face to shove your tongue down inside his mouth, turning the innocent pecks to a full blown make out session, who was he to say no?

you'd be underneath him, feeling all of his muscles flexing. his necklace would be dangling over your face. his sweat rolling down on you, but you didn't mind. you'd be equally sweaty as he is.

he'd start dry humping you as he plucks your top down. your tits so supple it makes him want to sink his teeth to it....

...and you know he wants to do it so you'd arch your back, pushing your tits upwards. his mouth would leave yours to immediately latch itself to your boobs, tasting your sweat that's mixed with his on your skin. he'd leave hickeys on your flesh. the tops of your tits would look like you've been attacked. he'd nibble on your skin before lowering himself to suck on your pointed peaks. your nipples sought relief in his hungry mouth.

his hand would push your thigh apart to grind his bulge against your clothed cunt. your mewls traveled to his ears, encouraging him more.

it wouldn't take long before your clothes were peeled off your bodies. the sound of skin slapping would echo throughout the luckily empty gym. his cock pulsated inside your cunt as he drags it at a delicious pace. his sturdy hips moved back and forth expertly; the pleasure rushed through him and traveled to you as well.

his necklace would stay on. it swayed hypnotically as he thrusted himself to you.

both of your breaths would be shaky. he could see your eyebrows furrowed together. your face contorted by desire. your eyes fluttered shut. he knew what would happen next.

“keep your eyes on me,” matthew's low voice said as he looks down on you. you nodded at him, like the pretty and obedient person that you are. your eyes drank up his form. it moved from his chest, collarbones, to his necklace, and back to his eyes.

matthew liked to see you lose your resolve, knowing he did it. he took pride in your pleasure. as he fucked you into your orgasm at the training mat of the gym, he knew that this was his favourite exercise of them all.

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