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Summary: Matt's favorite way to unwind after a long week of work is to smoke and enjoy the benefits that come with having you as his girlfriend. Songfic; loosely based off of by Kali Uchis
Pairing: Matt x feminine reader
Warnings: Smut, drug use (marijuana) and sex under the influence, p in v, oral (f receiving), fingering, masturbating (m), cowgirl, marking, dirty talk, pet names (baby girl, doll), really long
Word Count: 3k
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Friday nights were Matt's favorite night of the week. After a long week of work and the Friday video going up, he could finally enjoy true, quality time with you. You two would make dinner together, talking about each other's week and sharing both your high points and low points. That was nice, sure, but he enjoyed what came after far more. You would sit out on the back deck together, passing a joint back and forth and gazing up at the stars. Sometimes these nights were quiet and would end with you both tucked up into bed, passed out before midnight. Other nights, the weed would loosen your tongues, leading to playful banter and clothes strewn across the living room.
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"Hey sweetie," You smiled as Matt stepped into the kitchen, holding a brown paper bag. "How was your day?"
"It was fine," Matt shrugged, coming around the island to wrap his arms around you as you stirred the pot on the stove. "Nick and Chris were good. We got the video up smoothly so...successful Friday, I guess."
You turned towards your boyfriend's chest, spoon still in hand. "That wouldn't happen to be my favorite salsa, would it?" You asked, gesturing towards the paper bag in his hand.
"Oh, I dunno," Matt kissed your forehead playfully. "What do I get out of it if it is?"
"A kiss? Best boyfriend of the week award?"
"I'm the only boyfriend of the week," he grumbled, a smile dotting his face. "But yes, it is your favorite salsa."
You squealed as Matt set the bag down, immediately tearing into it. Your favorite salsa was locally made, only sold in the small bodega near the triplet's old house on the outskirts of LA. Ever since you and Matt had gotten your own place in favor of furthering your relationship, the salsa had become more of a rarity, making you cherish Matt even more every time he went out of his way to get it.
"The tacos are done!" You exclaimed proudly as you began to set out the spread.
"I'm more interested in this spread," Matt snorted, landing a smack to your ass. "Are those new leggings?" he had gravitated towards your kitchen table, sitting down in one of the chairs with that cursed manspread that would've looked humiliating had it been on anyone else.
You looked down at the black leggings you had put on earlier in the day for this sole purpose. You'd just gotten them in the mail yesterday, and you knew they would drive Matt absolutely wild. He had a slight obsession with you in black. Nevertheless, you decided to have a bit of fun with him, smiling with a blush.
"Later, Bernard. We're about to eat." You knew Matt hated his middle name, and you could only dream of the ways he would get back at you later for it.
Sure enough, Matt groaned, burying his face in his hands. "I hate my middle name. It's so stupid."
"I disagree," You giggled, fixing Matt's plate. "I think MaryLou picked a lovely name." You smiled, setting his plate in front of him and planting a kiss on his plump lips.
