[SEXUAL FANFIC] [STEVEN UNIVERSE] Matt Burnett x Lars

	Matt woke up with an aching head. He didn't remember having gone to sleep; The last thing he recalled having been doing was attending one of Rebecca's “meetings” where she forced everyone to watch reruns of Sailor Moon and other weird chinese cartoons under the guise of “team building”. He didn't really mind this much, since he could just sit at the back of the room and go on twitter to take his mind off of Rebecca's “yoori” (?) cartoons and keep himself awake. Had he fallen asleep this time? Why had no one waken him up? This didn't look like the studio anyway, where the fuck was he?
	Matt got up and started looking around. Something was definitely off about this place – the only light in the room came in from under a door and it smelled like cheetos and body odor. It looked and smelled more like a hotel room at a cosplaying convention than anything else.
	Matt heard a knocking.
	“Laramie? Son? It's 11 a.m., you've got to get up for school already. Please, at least go to your afternoon classes. Mom and I will give you some more spending money if you get up… Please Lars. Are you awake? Can you hear me?”
	Matt realised he was in someone's house. He'd literally snuck into a kid's room in the middle of the night and crashed there. He was almost shitting himself, when he suddenly heard a voice coming from the other side of the room - “FUCK OFF DAD, I'M NOT GOING TO SCHOOL TODAY, AND IF YOU COME CALL ME AGAIN I WON'T GO TOMORROW EITHER” - at this point, Matt literally pissed himself a little. He was definitely going to stop mixing cocaine and alcohol this time - “NOW LEAVE ME ALONE! AND DON'T CALL ME LARAMIE”.
	“O-Ok Lara-Lars! Wh-What do you want for breakfast?” “I WANT YOU TO GO FUCK YOURSELF, LEAVE ME ALONE” “O-Ok!”
	Matt had no idea of what to do. He was on the verge of literally shitting himself. He had to get out of the house, get back to his place and smoke a few bowls to calm himself down. What would he do if he were caught? He couldn't go to jail again, he wasn't a kid anymore, they wouldn't go easy on him this time. In the middle of thinking about this, he realised something daunting – “Lars”. The attitude. The dad's subservience. This was like a scene out of Steven Universe. He started piecing the facts together: “I can't remember anything from last night, I'm in a room that smells of cosplaying convention and there's someone here called Lars.”, he thought. “I must've been kidnapped and dragged into some sort of mentally derranged cosplaying event”, he concluded. At this point, Matt was less afraid and more furious – why was he being dragged into this grotesque display of mental illness? It was at this point that Matt, true to his drugged out inebriated form, decided that the best course of action was to try to “interrogate” the kidnapper in his room. With a quick jump, Matt got on the bed, on top of the kidnapper, and got his hands around the criminal's neck.
	“I don't know who you are, but you clearly know who I am. I don't want to take a part in your sick fantasy. You don't know me and we are not friends; Watching a show that I work on does not give you the right to interact with me.” - Matt said, as the kidnapper squirmed under his purposefully crushing weight - “I am going to stop strangling you now, and you're going to tell me why you brought me here and we're going to discuss how you're going to let me out. If you scream, I will literally break your neck”. Matt let go of his neck, pinning his shoulders to the bed instead.
	“Wh-Who are you?”, said the kidnapper in a cowardly manner.
	“I am Matt Burnett and you tried to kidnap me.”
	“I d-don't kn-know you.”
	“I'll strangle you. Where's the light switch?”
	“O-Over there.” - The perpetrator, at this point a victim himself, pointed to a wall.
	“I'm going to get up and turn the lights on. If you get up, I will strangle you. If you scream, I will strangle you. If you do anything at all, I will strangle you.” - Matt got up and fumbled his way to the wall, turning the light on. He looked around the room. It looked like a teen's room, with clothes and trash thrown on the floor, a computer, a closet, a mirror, a bed and not much else. Weirdly, everything's colour seemed to “pop out”. “What is this place? Are you a kid? Why did you bring me here?” Matt asked as he walked towards the bed.
	As he got close to the bed again and actually looked at his kidnapper, Matt nearly fainted. The kid was literally Lars from Steven Universe, naked, on his bed. It was as if the cartoon had come to life right before his eyes, leaving him speechless. “Th-this is my room, I'm a t-teen. I d-didn't bring you he-here...”, Lars said, on the verge of crying.
	“Y-You're Lars. You're Lars. You're...” Matt kept repeating to himself, while looking at the teen, both of them pale as ghosts.
	“Y-Yes… My name is Lars. Wh-who are you?”
	“I'm Matt Burnett, and I'm a writer on Steven Universe. You don't know me?”
	“Writer…? I know Steven Universe. I can take you to him if you want. Just please don't hurt me”
	“ “Take” me to Steven Universe? What do you mean?”
	“I can take you to Steven, he lives down on the beach with his weird cosplayer aunts. I can take you to his house if you want”
	“Cosplayer aunts…? The Crystal Gems?… I'm – no, this isn't possible – I'm inside a cartoon? - No? Yes? I mean, I can't -”. “Lars, show me your penis.”, he said in an authoritative voice.
	Lars pulled his bedsheets off revealing his body to the stranger in his room. He was afraid of what this man wanted to do to him, but he couldn't help his cock from pulsating wildly after this handsome, buff man had just straddled him, asphyxiated him and started ordering him around like a little bitch.
	“No, this isn't possible. This isn't a cartoon, you're not Lars. Cartoon Network would never let us draw this. What the fuck is going on here? Am I still high? I don't know what's happening, it feels so real… Is this real, Lars?”
	“I-I think so?”
	At this point, Matt had already noticed the boy's obvious erection, as well as his own penis twitching in his pants. He was obviously having a fucked up trip from the LSD tablets Zuke had pressured him into buying the other day. He decided to make the best of a bad situation, and at least enjoy himself before he came crashing back down.
	“Okay Lars, here's the thing: You're not real. I'm tripping right now, and for some reason my brain brought me here. We're both hard, so obviously my brain wants us to fuck. I am going to fuck you Lars, and you are going to let me.”
	Lars' cock was basically a flagpole at this point, if flagpoles had a hole at the end for precum to come out of. He was afraid, but he was more afraid of what this lunatic would do if he refused. He decided to just roll with it, since he was already used to bottoming for Buck anyway and it would probably be over quick.
	“Do you have any lube or condoms?”
	“I have lube, but not condoms, Buck and I usually do it raw...” Lars reached for the lube from his nightstand. This was actually happening, he was actually going to let himself get raped for real for the first time! At this point, all of the fear was being replaced with lust. This man had a nice build and seemed very commanding and sexually dominating.
	“Are you clean Lars?”
	“YeEeEeE-” Lars was cut off by Matt shoving a finger inside him before he could reply. Matt pulled the finger out and examined it “Not a bit of poop in the shute. Nice work. Now turn around, ass up, face down.” Lars complied, and Matt got behind him on all fours. “Ever had your boypussy eaten out, Lars?” “N-No, usually Buck just lets me suck him and then fucks me”. “What a douche, that's just plain rude...” Matt held Lars' cheeks apart and started rimming him, first licking around the outside of his hole, and then driving his tongue in and out, fucking him. Lars was moaning as low as he could, to avoid getting his parents' attention. He was loving every second of this, it felt completely slutty and wrong, but also right in a way. Matt, on the other hand, was enjoying himself silently, tasting the sweet, surprisingly clean and fresh boy's hole.
	Just as he was really letting himself get into it, Lars felt Matt slap his butt. “Turn around, it's your turn to use your mouth”. Lars complied by turning around. He started opening Matt's pants and getting into his meat, all while looking up at him with that coy, slutty-while-pretending-not-to-be-so look Buck loved so much. It obviously worked, because when he pulled Matt's boxer briefs' down, he was slapped in the nose by his springing cock.  It was a beautiful uncut piece of meat, at least 8'' long and about 2.3'' thick, easily the biggest Lars had ever seen in real life. It smelled musky with a hint of piss, which just served to turn Lars, the fuckpig he was, on even more. Matt grabbed him by his hair and started teasing his mouth, slapping his face with his cock, forcefully passing the boy's mouth across his cock and sometimes slapping him across the face with his other hand. Eventually, he changed to grabbing Lars' head by the neck and driving his cock into his mouth. Lars could barely handle Matt Burnett's throbbing monstercock, but did his best to control his gag reflex. Matt, not wanting to get puked on, tried not to force the boy too much, pulling back and letting him breathe occasionally, but this wasn't enough for Matt: He started choking Lars while shoving his cock inside his mouth, well into his throat. Lars started struggling and trying to fight back, but Matt was having none of it and kept asphyxiating the boy until he started crying and making gurgling sounds; Only at this point did Matt relent and stop choking the boy. “You did good Lars”, he said, and spat in his mouth, following it with a backhanded slap. Lars was crying and trying to catch his breath, but made no objections and stayed there. Matt asked him if he was ok – he was a drunk and a sadist, but not a monster. Lars nodded and gave him that slutty, coy look he did so well. Matt grinned and turned the boy around, lubing his still-wet ass up, and his own cock. “Hold your cheeks apart, and don't touch your cock”, Matt groaned as he started pushing himself into Lars. Lars complied, and lied there taking Matt's thick monster into his boypussy. He'd never been fucked so viciously by anyone, but he was handling it surprisingly well, and, funnily enough, the only thing he could think of was how he couldn't go back to Buck after this – he needed Matt's cock and aggressiveness from now on, his raw masculinity pumped deep into his twink little ass. At this point, Matt had gotten about three fourths of his cock into Lars, whose ass literally could not take any more. The boy was obviously in pain, biting the pillow and red as an apple. Matt actually felt a twinge of compassion, and pushed the boy down, making him lie fully on the bed, pressing his cock against the mattress. Matt started fucking the boy, pulling out and pushing back in, and rythmically making him rub himself against the mattress. After a few minutes of this, Lars started moaning more intensely and Matt could feel his ass contracting around his dick – he was going to cum. He started pounding the boy's hole faster and faster, to the point where he was hurting himself – but it didn't matter, and he soon shot his load deep into the boy, who had already started shooting his own onto the mattress. Matt just laid there, on top of the boy, crushing him, no longer caring about when his trip would end, or whether anyone found out about them – he had just had the best sex of his life, and he had finally gotten away from Rebecca and Lauren's bullshit at the studio. Matt hugged Lars from behind and pulled himself out of the boy, lying there with him in perfect harmony. Life was good for Mr. Burnett.