"you really shouldn't keep doing this, miri." zuri said, setting down her cup of coffee. "even if you both keep saying you won't catch feelings, it's inevitable."
miriam let out an exasperated sigh as she rested her chin in her hand. she knew matt, and she knew herself. more than anyone else, surely. "there's no feelings to catch! i'm not even into him like that, i promise."
the relationship miriam and matt had with each other was mutually beneficial, they both believed that. it was perfect: there were really no strings attached.
they could very well send each other memes and play smash bros together and turn around and fuck like animals and everything be fine.
"i appreciate you for worrying about us, but i promise that everything's fine. at worst, if we end up not fucking with each other anymore than so be it." miriam shrugged. "but right now, we're totally fine."
zuri gave her friend a skeptical look before shaking her head. "if you say so, love."
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"h-holy fuckin' shit..." matt groaned loudly, eyes fluttering a bit as his head tilted backward. he'd been sat at his desk working before miriam had invited herself in under the guise of 'being bored'.
they both knew what that meant.
she hummed as she bobbed her head up and down, making sure to keep her eyes on him for his reactions as she worked her magic tongue. matt had begun jokingly telling her that she gives the best head he's ever had, and those words were beginning to get to miriam's head.
it was truly addicting, having such control of him like this. being able to make him gasp and whimper with a simple flick of her tongue.
however, as much as she liked the control, she did enjoy the moments where matt was a little rough with her.
"you look so fuckin' devilish on your knees for me, doll." matt's eyes were lidded as he met her gaze, a hand tangling in her dark hair and tugging it slightly. "like having a mouthful of my cock?" his voice was deep, rich in his signature southern drawl while he lifted his hips to push more of his dick into her mouth.
miriam placed her manicured hands on his thighs, moaning in response. she loved having a mouthful of his cock. she adored it, almost as much as she adored having her insides destroyed by it. only almost.
"god...wanna fuck your face so bad..." matt let himself drift off again, reveling in the warm wetness that was miriam's mouth. "so fuckin' good. goddamn, doll, your mouth is fuckin' paradise."
miriam squeezed her thighs together in a futile attempt to try and satiate herself, nails digging into the fabric of his jeans as she quickened her pace. things were beginning to get messy at this point.
matt definitely had a healthy sized cock, so choking on it was an inevitability; especially given his style of trying to push it as far as he can into her mouth. miriam's eyes were watering a bit, nose pressed against his pelvis while her own spit mixed with his taste covered her chin, dripping down her neck.
and matt couldn't be more turned on if he fucking tried.
"jesus...fuckin' hell. y-you're gonna make me cum, fuck..." matt's voice has pitched just a tinge higher, chest rising and falling rapidly. he wasn't going to last much longer at this point and as much as he hated to do it, he was going to have to pull her off. "y'gotta stop, doll, i'm gonna cum."
he tugged her hair again, successfully pulling out only to be met with a messy mouthed pout from miriam. "i wanted you to cum in my mouth, stupid." she lifted a hand off his leg to wipe her chin. matt only chuckled, hitting the tip of his cock against her lips a few times. "if you still want me to fuck that pretty pussy of yours, you were gonna have to stop."
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𝑺𝑼𝑪𝑲 𝑰𝑻 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑺𝑬𝑬. ♡ matt champion
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