Downtown (auston matthews x oc)

-twenty-three-

author's note: this chap is DEFINITELY nsfw. please only read if you're comfortable.

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Nora knew that Auston meant it when he said he didn't care whether they had sex or not. And if anyone had asked Nora when she left her apartment that afternoon, she would have shot down any suggestion that she would be in Auston Matthews' bed by the end of the night. Hell, she had even told Trick exactly that—I'm not sleeping with Matthews.

Yet here she was, letting Auston lift her from the bathroom counter, his hands tight on the underside of her legs as he carried her back into his bedroom. When he laid her down on the bed, Nora felt suddenly exposed under his gaze, even though she still wore the t-shirt he had given her.

She wanted him—needed him—as desperately as she needed air to survive. Her desperation at least alleviated some of her anxiety. She prompted, "Are you just going to stare at me?"

Auston fell forward, one arm on either side of her head as he lowered himself to her lips. There, he planted the softest kiss, lingering only a moment before his mouth moved onto her neck. When his tongue brushed against her skin, Nora's back arched on its own accord, driving her hips against Auston.

Through the fabric of his sweatpants, Nora could feel the entirety of his length, perfectly positioned at the base of her thighs. He was definitely a lot bigger than any guy she had been with before, which made he equal parts nervous and antsy. She reached down to tug at his waistband, and Auston's hand left the bed long enough to undo the drawstring. It gave Nora access to him: the moment her fingers wrapped around his shaft, Auston let out a husky groan.

The sound sent a rush of electricity into Nora's core, where proof of her desperation had pooled in the fabric of her underwear. As if he understood every thought that crossed her mind, Auston brought his palm between her legs, flattening it against her center. "Auston," Nora whimpered as she clung to the front of his shirt.

"What, baby?" he pressed. "You want me here?" He added pressure at the heel of his hand, which was positioned directly over Nora's clit.

She let out another moan before managing, "Yes—please." She tightened her grip on Auston's dick, but he pulled away, dragging his shirt up over his shoulders. Jesus christ, was the only thought Nora could fathom. Auston Matthews was built. He could easily throw her around like she weighed nothing—and god, did she want exactly that.

He returned his touch to her, this time slipping inside her underwear to run a finger over her aching folds. "Fuck, Nor," Auston huffed. "You're already so wet for me."

Heat rushed into Nora's cheeks as Auston tugged the lacy fabric from her hips, tossing the underwear aside so that he could reach her. Nora scrambled to remove her shirt, which left her completely bare on the bed. She had no time to be nervous, though, because Auston's mouth was on her breast the second she'd thrown her shirt onto the floor. As he sucked at her taut nipple, Nora laced her fingers in his hair.

He kissed a trail down her stomach before settling between her legs. When his eyes fell onto her sex, he shook his head in disbelief. "So fucking perfect," he whispered. He spread her lips apart ever so slightly and ducked down to run his tongue over the slit.

"Oh my god," Nora moaned. She already knew it wouldn't take long for her to come apart, and when his lips grazed over her clit, her body jerked in desperation. "Fuck me," she begged. "Please, Auston." As good as his mouth felt on her, she was aching to be filled by him.

He stood up to hover over her face, placing his hand against her cheek. "I'll give you my fingers right now," he breathed, "but I'm not fucking you until you come on my tongue." He thumbed her bottom lip. "Don't finish too fast, though," he instructed, "because I want to take my time with you."