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Batmobile Matt x fem!reader

summary: matt can't resist you in your catwoman costume...

WARNING: smut, intended lowercase, unprotected P in V (wrap it before you tap it), praising, softdom matt if you squint, creampie, car sex essentially, not proofread!

A/N: hi! it's my first fic and you all voted for smut on the poll (whores). JK! love you all and hope you enjoy this little blurb! i miss halloween so much so i had to do SOMETHING halloween related. BTW, my inbox is open for any requests, questions or advice seeking. always here if you need help with literally anything. PS. english isn't my first language i am SO SORRY

Matt's hands moved swiftly to tear the crotch of your black bodysuit after you both climbed into the backseat. what did you expect when you decided to dress as catwoman for halloween? his eyes were intense and filled with a hunger you'd never seen on him. the windows fogged of what he called 'his batmobile'. a loud rip sound filled the car when he tore the fabric, shoving your dampened panties aside before working at his own pants.

"so fucking sexy, princess... all dressed up..." he murmured, making your pulse quicken and your breath hitch. rain pattered on the roof and windows of the car in soft droplets, and before you knew it the sound of a soft groan filled your eardrums. you looked down to see Matt's length sprung from his boxers, the tip needy and wet with precum.

"making me so hard..." he whispered before slowly pushing in. a sharp gasp came through your lips at the sensation of his cock splitting you open as your walls wrapped snugly around the girth.

"oh fuck, Matt.." a whine fell from your lips, your hands grasping at his hips.

"fuck... needed you so bad, princess... this pussy was made for me..." Matt groaned, his thrusts quickening causing moans to spill out of you like a string being tugged from your voicebox. the sound of skin slapping against skin in small claps filled the car, Matt's head thrown back.

His jaw was sharp and clenched, the stubble barely visible from the dim lighting of the car interior. the zip of your bodysuit was tugged down enough for your breasts to be free, bouncing up and down like jello with every buck of Matt's hips.

"oh g-god! mmh..!" you whimpered, your gummy walls fluttering around his cock which told him all he needed to know.

"oh yea? gonna cum on me, baby?" Matt cooed, causing you to nod eagerly and his pace to quicken. his thumb came in contact with your sensitive bud, rubbing firm circles.

"ah! oh fuck, M-Matt!" moans ripped from your throat as your orgasm milked him like a warm, greedy vice. eliciting a low moans from Matt's. his bottom lip trapped between his teeth in concentration, one last firm thrust and he was gone.

"fuck! oh god... fuck yea..." he panted heavily, chest heaving as spurt after spurt of his load filled your needy pussy.

after a few moments, you both composed yourselves. kissing messily with his cock remaining buried inside your warmth.

"fucking in the batmobile.." Matt chuckled.

"oh my god you're a child." you scoffed playfully.

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fluff, kissing, tiktok trend, established relationship, soft!matt but he won't admit it, goofy, idiots in love

requested by @applecidersturniolo !

word count - 700ish

You’re sitting cross-legged on Matt’s bed, holding your phone up for him to see. He’s half-sprawled out next to you, scrolling through his own phone like he’s not that interested, but you can tell he is.

“Do you wanna do this trend with me?” you ask, nudging his arm.

Matt glances over, barely lifting his head. “What trend?”

You flip your phone around, pressing play on the 500 Days of Summer audio. He watches, brows furrowing slightly as it plays. Then, the couple on the screen lunge at each other, kissing so hard they fall out of frame.

Matt’s eyes flick back to you, unreadable for a second. Then, he snorts. “Wait. So we just say the lines and then, like… violently make out?”

You roll your eyes, but you’re smiling. “It’s romantic, Matt.”

“Uh-huh.” He’s fighting back a grin now, still acting like he’s above it. “And we have to disappear out of frame?”

“Yes.”

Matt exhales through his nose, staring at you like he’s already regretting agreeing to this. But then he sets his phone down, stretches his arms over his head, and mutters, “Alright. Let’s make some cinema.”

Take one.

The camera is propped up, slightly off-center, the lighting warm and dim. You try to keep a straight face, turning toward him.

“I love The Smiths.”

Matt stares at you blankly.

“Matt,” you whisper, nudging his leg.

He blinks. “Oh, wait. Sorry?”

You dissolve into laughter, covering your mouth. “You’re supposed to say it, not actually be confused.”

Matt groans, dragging a hand down his face. “Okay, okay. Again.”

Take two.

“I love The Smiths.”

“Sorry?”

“I said—”

Before you can even finish, Matt lunges at you. No warning, no hesitation, just full-on crashes into you, completely messing up the timing. You yelp, hands flying up to steady yourself as you both fall out of frame way too soon, almost falling off the bed as you knock the phone also.

The camera catches nothing but the ceiling and a blur of movement.

Silence.

Matt groans, “That was terrible.”

You’re already wheezing, clutching your stomach. “Matt, we looked insane.”

He smiles at you, kissing you anyway before flopping onto his back, staring at the ceiling. “Maybe we are.”

Take three.

This time, you’re focused. You inhale, make sure Matt is actually ready.

“I love The Smiths.”

“Sorry?”

“I said—I love The Smiths.”

And then, perfectly on cue, you both lean in, slow at first—teasing, just the briefest brush of lips, the softest press before you feel the heat of Matt’s breath.

And then, without warning, Matt pulls you in harder, a bit desperate, the kiss deepening immediately. His hands find their way to your hair, tugging you closer as his lips move against yours with a softness that surprises you.

You gasp against his mouth, hands gripping the front of his shirt, and for a second, it feels like it’s just the two of you in this quiet room. The kiss is hungry now, full of little moments that have led up to this, a little bit of teasing, a little bit of need, the world fading away as the kiss intensifies, pulling you off the edge of the bed in the process.

As you both fall, tangled in each other, you end up just out of frame, your bodies twisting as you kiss with the kind of urgency that makes everything feel perfect.

The last shot is just the empty bed, a lamp flickering softly in the background. You shuffle in Matt’s grasp, trying to get closer as he continues kissing you, pulling you even further into him.

When he finally pulls away, breathless, his forehead rests against yours for just a moment before he pulls back slightly, a small smile curling at his lips.

"Was that too much?"

And obviously, when you post it, the comments explode.

“They practiced this. I know they practiced this.” “This is EXACTLY how the trend is supposed to be done.” “Matt looking at her. Stop im so single” “The way he’s definitely watching this back 50 times.”

And Matt? He acts chill, like he doesn’t care that much, but later, when you glance at his phone, you catch a glimpse of the video playing again.

Just once. Maybe twice.

credits to rose for the dividers !! @bernardsbendystraws

a/n: some more fluff even though i am anti-fluff this kinda made me smile jsdkhfksjh

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