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𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐓. 𝐒 | 𝐁𝐄𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄

⭑.ᐟ : “𝐘/𝐍!” 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐭’𝐬 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐞𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦, and I could hear the frustration in his tone. “I need your help in here, and I need it now.”

I walked up the stairs, heading towards the bathroom and I was met with the sight of Matt, sitting on the edge of the bathtub, with Nick and Chris trying to apply the black eye paint.

I couldn't help but chuckle at the sight of them struggling, and I leaned against the doorway, crossing my arms.“Having some trouble there?”

Matt glanced my way, a mixture of relief and annoyance on his face. “You have no idea,” he grumbled. “These idiots can’t seem to get this right to save their lives.”

Nick shot Matt an offended look, while Chris just rolled his eyes. “Hey, we’re doing our best, okay?” Nick retorted. “It’s not as easy as it looks.”

I chuckled at their bickering and stepped forward, saying, “Okay, you two, wash your hands. I’ll take it from here.” Nick and Chris reluctantly complied, washing their hands in the sink while I moved towards Matt, studying his face.

As I hovered over him sitting on the edge of the bathtub, I couldn’t help but tease him. “You need to give them a little credit. They weren’t that bad.” He shot me a sidelong glare, clearly not amused. “Yeah, right. They made me look like I got into a fight with a raccoon.”

I stifled a laugh, trying to maintain a serious expression. “Well, at least now we know that raccoon makeup isn’t your look. Stick to Batman.” He grumbled, but there was a hint of a smile playing at the corners of his lips. “Just get on with it, will you?”

I chuckled again and began to apply the eye makeup, carefully coating his lids with the black paint. As I worked, we fell into a comfortable silence, my fingers gently tracing his face. Our proximity was electric, the bathroom suddenly feeling smaller and more intimate.

I could feel his gaze on me, studying me as I focused on my task. Time seemed to slow as I finished the first eye and moved on to the second. Every touch of my fingers against his skin sent a jolt through me, the atmosphere thick with undeniable tension.

My back had started to ache from leaning over for so long, and the subtle shifting was giving it away. Matt, noticing my discomfort, whispered to me. “Sit on my lap, baby, you’ve been on your feet long enough.”

My breath hitched slightly at his casual use of the pet name, but I complied, my legs straddling his lap as I continued to apply the paint. From this position, I was even closer to him, our faces almost touching. His breath was warm against my skin and sent shivers down my spine.

As I continued applying the paint, I could feel Matt’s hands slowly making their way around my waist. He gripped me firmly, holding me in place so I didn’t fall backwards. The warmth of his touch sent sparks shooting through me, and I found it increasingly difficult to concentrate.

I finished applying the paint and stepped back, taking a moment to admire my work. I couldn’t help but feel a sense of accomplishment. “Nick,” I called out, “do you have a small towel you don’t use?”

Nick’s voice echoed from his room as he responded, “Yeah, there should be one in the cabinet next to the tub!” I nodded and opened up the cabinet, rummaging through it until I found a small, unused towel.

As I returned to Matt, I settled back into his lap, the towel in my hand. I began to gently rub off the excess of the black eye paint, making sure to leave a faint, lighter shade. The process was slow and intimate, our faces close together once again.

“There all done,” I breathed, getting off his lap and gesturing for him to look in the mirror.

He stood up and moved to the mirror, studying his reflection. The black paint around his eyes accentuated the sharp angles of his face, making him look every bit the dark and mysterious Batman. He turned to me, a satisfied grin on his face.

He stepped towards me, his arms encircling my waist. “Thank you,” he murmured, his voice low and gravelly, sending shivers down my spine. He leaned in, his lips brushing against mine in a slow, passionate kiss.

The world around us faded away as he deepened the kiss, his hands pulling me even closer to him. The tenderness behind the kiss left me breathless and weak at the knees.

Just as I was completely lost in the kiss, the moment was interrupted by the sound of Nick’s voice. “Alright, get a room,” he teased, standing in the doorway. Matt pulled away, a mischievous grin on his face, still holding me close to him.

Nick stepped closer to take a better look at Matt, studying the final product. “You did an amazing job, Y/N,” he admitted, a hint of surprise in his voice.

I smiled at the compliment, feeling a sense of pride in my work. “Thanks,” I replied. “I’m just glad it turned out alright.”

Just as the conversation died down, Chris burst into the room. “The party is almost about to start, we should all get going!” he exclaimed, a sense of urgency in his voice.

We all shared a collective groan at the interruption, the moment of peace shattered by Chris’s announcement. “Yeah, yeah, we’re coming,” Matt muttering, reluctantly releasing me from his arms.

As we all made our way downstairs and through the hallway, Matt veered off to his room, retrieving his car keys from his bedside dresser. He then caught up with the rest of us in the garage, where we filed into his car in a chaotic and haphazard manner.

Matt climbed into the driver’s seat, and I scooted into the passenger seat beside him. The other two filed into the back, jostling and laughing with one another as they buckled their seatbelts.

Matt flicked a button on the visor and the garage door slowly creaked open, revealing the night. He reversed out of the garage and pulled away, the engine purring. I leaned back in my seat, the streetlights flashing through the windows as we made our way to the house where the party was being hosted.

The car came to a stop at a red light, and Matt took the opportunity to glance over at me. His hand found its way to my thigh, resting there in a possessive yet tender gesture. The touch sent a rush of heat through me, my heart skipping a beat.

Matt returned his gaze to the road, his expression a picture of nonchalance. His hand, however, remained on my thigh, his fingers tracing small, lazy circles on my skin, as if he was completely unaware of the effect his touch was having on me.

I could feel myself growing flushed, the warmth of his hand on my thigh sending tingles through my body. As the light turned green and we resumed driving, I wondered if he was intentionally trying to get a reaction out of me, or if he was truly oblivious to the way his touch was affecting me.

We pulled up in front of the house, the sound of music and laughter pouring out of the open windows. The parking lot was already filled with a few cars, a sign that we weren’t the only ones who were fashionably late. I unbuckled my seatbelt and gave one last glance at Matt, who removed his hand from my thigh and gave me a sly smirk.

We all exited the car, the cool night air a welcome relief after being cramped in the vehicle. As we made our way to the front door, Matt reached for my hand and intertwined our fingers together. His grip was firm and confident, and I found myself feeling a sense of comfort from his gentle touch.

Together, we followed the others into the party, the noise and energy of the room washing over us. The house was packed to the brim with people dressed in all sorts of elaborate costumes, the scent of cheap cologne and alcohol hanging in the air.

We wandered through the crowded room, and several people stopped us to compliment our matching costumes. Matt, in his Batman costume, and I, dressed as Catwoman, drew plenty of stares and admiring glances.

Throughout the entire night, I had been by Matt's side at all times. He wasn't one for parties; he much preferred the comfort of his own home and his own company. But tonight, he was putting up with the loud music and the rowdy atmosphere because he wanted to be with me.

Every time someone attempted to pull him away to chat or join a game, he would politely decline, his hand finding its way back to mine, or wrapping around my waist, as if to silently assert that his focus was on me and no one else.

I stood quietly next to Matt who was currently engaged in conversation with Chris, Nick, and a few other friends. They were all clustered together, laughing and joking. His hand held mine firmly, his thumb idly tracing patterns on my skin.

I noticed that instead of alcohol like most others were drinking, Matt had opted for a red solo cup filled with soda or water. He never was one to drink at these kinds of events.

As the conversation continued, I leaned into Matt's side, listening in on the banter. His free arm instinctively wrapped around my shoulders, drawing me closer to him. Occasionally, he would chime in or laugh at a joke, but for the most part, he seemed content just to have me by his side.

My head was slightly fuzzy from the couple of drinks I'd had, and the loud music and laughter around me had heightened my desire to be closer to Matt. I leaned in, my body pressing against his as I whispered into his ear. “Dance with me,” I pleaded, my words slightly slurred but laced with a seductive edge.

“Not now, baby,” Matt whispered back, his voice calm and nonchalant. He gave my waist a gentle squeeze before continuing his conversation with the others.

A pang of slight disappointment shot through me, a mixture of the alcohol in my system and my desire to be closer to him.

I positioned myself in front of Matt, my back pressed against his chest. I rocked my hips, moving my body against his, the fabric of our clothing rubbing against each other. Matt's arm instinctively found its way around my waist, his hand resting on my hip.

He continued to talk with the group as if nothing was happening, sipping casually from his cup. His expression remained calm and nonchalant, although the heat of my body against his was impossible to ignore.

I continued to move against him, each gyration of my hips a silent plea for his attention. But Matt maintained his cool composure, his conversations with the group never faltering. The tension between us was palpable, but he stubbornly refused to give any indication of it to the rest of the world.

Matt's breath hitched, and a low moan escaped him, the sound lost among the music and laughter. He leaned down, his lips close to my ear as he whispered, “Behave yourself, baby.” His voice was low and rough, a hint of warning and desire threading through it.

Despite his words, his grip on my hip tightened. I could feel the heat radiating off his body, contrasting with his outward nonchalance. The mixture of his proximity and the alcohol in my system was making it increasingly difficult to ‘behave myself’.

I turned to look up at him, my eyes roaming over his features. His dark, tousled hair, the sharp angles of his face emphasised by the eye paint, the way his baggy clothes made me want to take them off and explore what’s underneath them — all of it made him even more attractive. I leaned in close, my breath against his skin.

I pressed myself against him, my body flush against his. “Can we go home?” I whispered into his ear, my voice low and sultry. The music and the noise from the party faded into the background as I focused on the feel of his body against mine.

Matt chuckled lowly, his grip on me tightening. His voice was a low husky tone when he replied, “Can’t control yourself, can you?” He lowered his head further, his lips close to my ear. “Patience, baby. We’ll leave soon.”

Matt’s lips found the sensitive skin of my neck, trailing kisses along the column of my throat. As he did, I threaded my fingers through his hair, my touch both reverent and desperate. Our bodies swayed in rhythm with the music, the movements almost languid as we clung to each other.

Matt continued his ministrations, his lips lavishing kisses upon my neck and jaw. His free hand, the one holding the cup, gripped it tightly, his knuckles turning white as he struggled to maintain his composure. Each sway of our bodies brought us closer together, the air around us thick with a heady mix of desire and suppressed tension.

We were suddenly interrupted by a bright flash of light, the camera of Chris's phone capturing our intimate moment. I heard him calling out, “Get a room!”

Matt lifted his head from where it had been buried in the crook of my neck, his smirk visible even in the dim light. He gave Chris a casual salute, unperturbed by the invasion of our privacy.

I twisted in his arms, my face now facing his. I looked up into his eyes, my own pleading and earnest. “Please,” I murmured, my voice barely audible over the music. “Let's go home.” My hands gripped his costume, using the fabric to pull myself up closer to him, our bodies flush against each other.

Matt gazed down at me, his eyes softening slightly at the needy expression on my face. He leaned down, his lips brushing gently against mine in a quick, affectionate peck. “Okay,” he murmured against my mouth. “We'll go.”

Matt reached down and intertwined his fingers with mine. He shot a glance at Nick and Chris, the two of them seemingly unfazed by our need to leave, their eyes already returning to their various conversations.

“We’re heading home,” Matt announced, his voice just loud enough to be heard above the noise. “Get an Uber or call me when you want a ride back.” With that, we began to make our way towards the front door.

Matt led the way, his firm grip on my hand guiding me through the crowd. As we navigated the sea of bodies, he pushed his way through, making sure to keep me close.

The cool air hit us as soon as we stepped outside, a welcome relief from the stifling heat and noise of the party. Matt didn’t stop, continuing to lead me to where he’d parked the car.

Matt opened the passenger door for me, ushering me into the seat before closing it behind me. He then walked around to the driver’s side, sliding in and turning the car on.

The familiar hum of the engine filled the silence, the quiet only interrupted by the soft music from the radio and the sound of his breathing. As we started heading home, the warm glow of the streetlights illuminated his features, each passing second bringing us closer to our destination.

I watched him drive, my eyes tracing the lines of his face, particularly the area around his eyes where the black paint outlined them. The way his focus was solely on the road, his hands firm on the wheel, the way his body moved as he shifted gears, was like a silent taunt, fueling the heat already building within me.

I tried to act nonchalant, keeping my hands still in my lap, but my thighs pressed together involuntarily, a silent plea that he could likely see.

I reached down, grabbing his right hand from the wheel, and pulled it up to my thigh. His eyes flicked towards me, a hint of surprise on his face. “Baby, what are you doing?” he asked, a hint of amusement in his voice.

I bit my lip, shifting slightly in my seat, the need building within me. “Touch me,” I pleaded, my voice low and breathy. He glanced over at me, his gaze lingering on my face. “We’re almost home,” he replied, his tone firm but laced with a hint of restraint.

I could see the internal battle playing out in his eyes, the struggle between his own desire and his determination to wait until we were home. His hand remained stationary on my thigh, but his fingers flexed slightly, a small sign of his weakening resolve.

“Please,” I repeated, my voice almost a whisper. My own self-control was slipping, and I knew that if he didn’t give me what I needed soon, I would snap. “I can’t wait that long.”

He chuckled, the sound dark and raspy. “You’ll have to,” he responded, his eyes never leaving the road. “We’ll be home soon.”

I huffed, frustrated by his unyielding stubbornness. I continued to cling to his hand, the contact grounding me but doing nothing to soothe the fire burning within.

The car ride felt like an eternity, each second passing by in agonizing slowness. I fidgeted in my seat, my thighs clenching and unclenching beneath his hand, my body silently begging for him to do something, anything, to relieve the tension that was coiling tighter with each passing mile.

Matt continued to drive, his face calm and collected, as if he knew exactly the effect he was having on me. His fingers moved slightly against my thigh, the light caress just enough to tease but not satisfy.

The car pulled into the garage, the door closing behind us with a soft click. Matt switched off the ignition, the sudden quiet feeling almost deafening.

He looked over at me, the faint light of the garage illuminating the planes of his face. His eyes raked over me, taking in my state: the way my breathing was ragged, the way my body was tense, the way I was practically squirming in my seat.

Matt got out of the car first, his movements fluid as he stood up. He closed the door behind him, the thud echoing in the silent garage.

I followed suit, stumbling slightly as I got out of the passenger seat. My legs felt weak, my body thrumming with pent-up desire. I closed the door, my eyes never leaving him as he made his way around the car towards me.

Matt grabbed my hand and tugged me forward, his grip firm and urgent. As soon as we were inside he led me quickly upstairs, my feet barely touching the steps as he practically dragged me along.

Once we reached the top, he pushed me against the wall in front of the staircase, his body pinning me in place. His breath was ragged, his eyes dark with need.

The house was cloaked in shadow, the only light coming from the glow of the moon filtering in through the kitchen window. It cast a soft, silvery glow over the room, creating an intimate ambiance.

Matt pressed closer to me, his body flush against mine. His hands roamed across my skin, leaving a trail of heat and gooseflesh. “You’re so needy,” he murmured, his lips against my ear. “So desperate for my touch.”

Matt's mouth moved over my collarbone, his lips trailing a path to my ear. “You couldn’t even wait until we got home for me to touch you,” he whispered, his voice rough and low. “You were all up on me, grinding against me at the party.”

His hands gripped my waist tighter, his fingers digging into my skin. “So desperate for my attention,” he continued. “So impatient for my touch.”

His words, combined with his hands on my body, sent shivers down my spine, a heat pooling in my core. Matt's proximity was intoxicating, his body and words making it impossible to think straight.

I whimpered softly, my head tilting back against the wall, exposing my neck to him. Matt immediately latched onto the exposed skin, kissing and biting lightly. “You need it, don’t you?” he murmured, his voice husky. “You need me to touch you, to take you.”

Matt's lips moved along my neck, the words low and commanding. “Will you behave if I give you what you want?” he murmured against my skin, his hands still gripping my waist tightly.

I nodded, my breath hitching as his teeth grazed my pulse point. “Yes, god, yes. I’ll behave,” I breathed, my words a desperate plea.

Matt pulled back slightly, his face close to mine. He studied my expression for a moment before murmuring, “Good,” and kissing my deeply.

His lips on mine were everything I’d been craving. The world condensed to the feeling of his mouth moving against mine, the taste of him overwhelming my senses.

Matt’s hands on my waist pulled me closer, his body pressing against me. He deepened the kiss, his tongue teasing against my lips, seeking entrance. I willingly obliged, our mouths moving in a familiar dance, a symphony of desire and need. My hands moved to his hair, fingers tangling in the soft locks as our bodies entwined.

As we pulled apart for a moment, Matt’s voice was low and commanding. “Jump,” he whispered, his hands sliding down to the back of my thighs, urging me up. On instinct, I obeyed, leaping up and wrapping my legs around his waist as he picked me up with ease.

He held me tightly, my body cradled against him as he turned, pinning me against the wall. His mouth returned to mine, kissing me with a renewed intensity, our bodies pressed closely together. The sound of our breathy gasps echoed through the dark house, the atmosphere charged with the need for each other.

Matt’s hands held my thighs securely, his fingers digging into my skin slightly. He held me in place, my back against the wall, as he kissed me fervently. The heat of his body against mine was almost overwhelming, every touch and movement stoking the fire within me.

With ease, Matt carried me down the hallway, his footsteps barely making a sound. I held onto him tightly, trusting him to guide us to his bedroom. As we reached the door, he nudged it open, carrying me inside and kicking it shut behind us.

Matt gently set me down on the bed, the darkness of the room creating an intimate ambiance. He stepped back, slowly removing his sweater and, piece by piece, shedding his clothes.

I watched as Matt removed his clothes, my hands reaching out to help him. My fingers grazed his skin, undressing him slowly, the gesture both sensual and reverent.

His eyes never left mine as I undressed him, the intensity of his gaze making my heart race. As each piece of fabric fell away, leaving him completely bare in front of me, I could feel my desire growing, my fingers lingering on his skin as though committing his form to memory.

The faint light from the moonlight filtering underneath the blinds illuminated him, his form slightly silhouetted. The shadows played across his features, highlighting the strong lines of his physique. The world was fuzzy and out of focus, my eyes focused solely on him, the rest of the room a blur.

I knelt before him, my movements slow and intentional. My hands reached out, tracing over his hips and down to his thighs, my eyes never leaving his. I could see the desire in his eyes, the way they darkened with anticipation.

My hands trembled slightly as they reached the waistband of his remaining clothing, my fingers teasing at the fabric as I prepared to remove it. My breathing was shallow, my own anticipation building with each passing second.

I felt his hand on mine, guiding it slightly, a silent indication of his permission. I took a deep breath, my heart beating wildly, and slowly started to pull down his remaining clothes, exposing him fully to me.

My eyes widened slightly as I took in the sight of him, bare and vulnerable before me. I reached out, tentatively, my fingers brushing against his soft skin. He let out a slow breath, his body relaxing under my touch.

Emboldened, I wrapped my fingers around him, feeling his warmth. He moaned softly, his hips bucking forward slightly. I looked up at him, seeking approval. His eyes were closed, his face a mask of pure pleasure.

I began to move my hand slowly, exploring the silky smoothness of his skin and the hardness beneath. His breathing hitched, his chest rising and falling rapidly.

“That's it,” Matt encouraged, his voice low and husky. “Just like that. You're doing so well.” His hand covered mine, guiding my movements to speed up and tighten my grip. “A little harder now,”

I followed Matt’s instructions, my hand moving faster and tighter around him. He let out a loud groan, his hips jerking forward eagerly. Pre-cum dripped from the tip, making my hand slick.

“Can I…?” I asked hesitantly, looking up at him. He opened his eyes, the heat in them making me blush. “Can you what?” he asked, his voice barely audible. “Can I… taste you?” I managed to stammer out, my face flushing crimson.

Matt's face softened, a gentle smile playing on his lips. “No need to ask, baby,” he murmured. “Whatever you want, it's yours. Come here...” He guided my head down, his hand tangling in my hair. “Open up for me...”

I parted my lips, my tongue darting out to lick away the bead of pre-cum at his tip. He shuddered, his fingers tightening in my hair. Encouraged, I took him into my mouth, my lips stretching around his girth as I began to suck.

Matt let out a low groan, his body tensing. “Relax your throat, baby,” he instructed, his voice strained. “You don’t have to take all of me, just follow your instincts.”

I did as he said, relaxing my throat and taking him deeper. The head of his cock hit the back of my throat and I swallowed around him, my nose pressing against his pelvis. He cried out, his grip on my hair tightening.

“Pull back, baby,” Matt gasped out, his voice hoarse. “Not gonna last if you keep doing that...” I pulled back, my cheeks hollowed as I sucked hard. He let out a string of curse words, his hips jerking forward. “Shit, Stop, Y/N...”

I ignored his plea, instead bobbing my head faster, my hands tightening on his thighs. I could feel his muscles tensing beneath my touch, his breath hitching in his chest. “Y/N...” he panted, his voice a warning. “I’m gonna...”

His words trailed off into a moan as he spilled into my mouth, his body convulsing. I swallowed every drop, my hands continuing to pump his shaft until he was spent. I pulled back, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand and looking up at him with a satisfied smile.

I stood up slowly, my lips meeting his in a deep, passionate kiss. He tasted like salt and sweetness, and I couldn't get enough. Our tongues danced together, our hearts pounding in unison.

Matt's hands grasped my waist, slowly pushing me backwards onto the bed. I fell back with a soft gasp, my breath hitching as he hovered over me, his muscular arms braced on either side of my head. His blue eyes bored into mine, filled with unspoken promises.

His head dipped down, his lips finding the sensitive skin of my neck. He kissed and sucked, his hands reaching for the zipper of my catwoman costume. The sound of the zipper lowering filled the room, the cool air brushing against my heated skin.

Matt slowly peeled the costume off me, his lips following the path of the fabric as he exposed more of my skin. He paused at my breasts, his mouth closing around one peak while his hand caressed the other. I arched into him, a soft moan escaping my lips.

He lavished attention on my breasts until I was writhing beneath him, my hands clutching at his hair. Then, he began to kiss his way down my torso, his fingers hooking into the waistband of my catsuit. He looked up at me, his eyes filled with desire.

With a swift tug, he pulled off my bottoms, tossing them aside. I was now fully exposed to his hungry gaze. His hands caressed my thighs, pushing them apart. He settled between them, his breath hot against my most intimate area. I shivered in anticipation.

Matt hooked his fingers into the hem of my underwear and slowly pulled them down, his eyes locked onto mine. As the fabric reached my knees, he leaned down and used his mouth to pull them the rest of the way off, his teeth gently scraping against my skin.

Matt looked up at me from between my thighs, his blue eyes dark with lust. He placed a soft kiss on the inside of my thigh, his hands caressing the sensitive skin. He alternated between kisses and licks, slowly working his way higher.

His hands gripped my thighs, parting them wider as his mouth finally reached my center. He kissed me there, his tongue parting my folds and delving inside. I moaned, my hips bucking against his mouth as he feasted on me.

Matt hooked his arms under my legs, lifting them over his shoulders as he continued to devour me with his mouth. I was completely open and exposed to him, my most intimate parts on full display as he ate me out. I tangled my fingers in his hair, holding him close to my aching core.

His hands gripped my backside, tilting my hips to give him better access as he buried his face between my thighs. He growled against my flesh, the vibration sending shivers through my body. I could feel the pressure building inside me, my breaths coming in short gasps. “Matt...”

I was so close, my body trembling on the edge of release. Matt seemed to sense this, doubling his efforts. He sucked my clit into his mouth, his tongue flicking rapidly over the sensitive bud. I shattered, my back arching off the bed as my orgasm crashed over me.

As I convulsed around him, Matt slid two fingers inside me, curling them upwards to hit that spot that made my eyes roll back. He continued to suck on my swollen bud, his fingers pumping in and out of me in a steady rhythm.

Tears leaked out of the corners of my eyes as the sensations became too intense. I was so sensitive, yet I couldn't push him away. I needed more. He added a third finger, his hand moving faster as he brought me to the peak of pleasure once more.

I came with a shout, my inner muscles clenching around his fingers. He gentled his touch, slowly licking me through the aftershocks. When he finally lifted his head, his chin was glistening, and his eyes were filled with satisfaction.

He kissed my thighs, then my stomach, and finally my mouth. I could taste myself on his lips, salty and sweet. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him down onto me. “I need you inside,” I whispered against his ear.

Matt chuckled low in his throat, his voice husky with desire. “Since you behaved so well, I think you deserve a reward.” He reached down, positioning himself at my entrance.

Matt sat up, his thighs straddling my hips. He rubbed the thick head of his cock along my slit, coating himself in my wetness. The sensation made me gasp, my hips lifting off the bed seeking more. He teased me, denying me the full penetration I craved.

“Not yet,” Matt murmured, his hand pressing down on my abdomen to keep my hips still. He continued to rub against me, his hot, hard flesh parting my swollen folds but never quite pushing inside. I squirmed beneath him, my breathing growing faster and shallower. “Please...”

“Please what?” Matt taunted, his voice low and seductive. He knew exactly what I wanted, how much I needed him to fill me, to move inside me. “Say it,” he demanded, his hand tightening on my stomach.

I was panting now, my body trembling with need. I looked up at him, my eyes pleading. “Please, Matt. I need you to fuck me. Fill me up.” I spread my legs wider in invitation, my wet heat aching to be claimed.

Matt’s expression grew intense, his jaw clenching as he finally lined himself up and slowly pushed inside. He watched my face as he inched forward, his thick length stretching me wide. I bit my lip, my hands gripping the sheets as he buried himself to the hilt.

He started to move then, pulling nearly all the way out before slamming back in. I cried out at the sudden intensity, my back arching off the bed. He set a hard, fast pace, the wet sounds of our coupling filling the room.

Our bodies slapped together, the sound of our moans and ragged breaths mingling. His large hands gripped my hips, tilting me to change the angle. He hit that spot deep inside me, making me see stars. “Oh god, Matt!” I cried out.

“That's it, baby,” Matt rasped, his voice thick with passion. “Squeeze my hard cock with your inner muscles like a good girl.” His words spurred me on, and I felt the familiar pressure building once more. “Matt...it’s...too much...”

“Too much what, baby?” he asked, his thrusts becoming erratic. “Too much pleasure? Too much love? Too much of me inside you?” He leaned down, his lips brushing against my ear. “Tell me what’s too much, and I’ll give it to you.”

“Too much...love,” I whimpered, my body tensing as another wave of pleasure washed over me. He groaned deeply, his movements becoming harder and more urgent. “And you’ll take more, won’t you, baby?” He growled, his fingers digging into my flesh.

I could only nod, my words lost to the sensations overwhelming my body. He grunted in approval, his hips snapping forward as he increased his pace. The room filled with the sound of our harsh breaths and the wet slap of flesh against flesh.

Matt’s mouth found my neck, his teeth scraping against my pulse point. He sucked hard, leaving a dark mark on my skin as he claimed me. His lips trailed up to my collarbones, placing open-mouthed kisses along the delicate bones before latching onto the soft skin and sucking.

He marked me as his, leaving a trail of love bites across my chest. He sucked on my nipples, biting down gently before moving to the space between my breasts. He kissed and nipped at the soft flesh, leaving a pattern of bites that only he could decipher.

I moaned and writhed beneath him, the slight pain only heightening my pleasure. “You’re mine,” he growled against my skin. “Every inch of you belongs to me.” He pushed himself up, his hands gripping my thighs and draping them over his shoulders.

He leaned down, his face mere inches from mine. His eyes were dark with lust and something deeper, more intense. “Say it,” he demanded, his voice rough with need. “Tell me who you belong to.” His hips rolled forward, grinding against my sweet spot.

“I’m yours,” I gasped. “All yours, Matt. Oh god, Matt!” His thrusts became deeper, his pace punishing. Our bodies slapped together, the sound of our moans filling the room.

Matt's grip tightened on my thighs, pulling them further apart and draping them over his shoulders. He leaned forward, his body folding over mine as he increased his pace. He buried his face in my neck, his hot breath against my skin as he moaned loudly.

I turned my head, seeking his mouth. Our lips met in a desperate, hungry kiss, our tongues tangling as we moaned into each other's mouths. He thrust deep and fast, his hips pistoning forward in a frantic rhythm.

Matt pulled away from the kiss, a string of saliva connecting our mouths. His eyes were wild with lust as he looked down at me, his chest heaving. “Fuck, you feel so good,” he groaned, his hips never stopping their relentless motion.

I looked up at him through heavy-lidded eyes, my gaze taking in the changes to his face. His dark hair was damp with sweat, strands plastered to his forehead. The black eye paint he’d worn was smudged.

The dark lines ran down his cheeks like tears, giving him a wild, untamed appearance. His jaw was clenched, the muscles bunching and releasing with each powerful thrust.

“Oh god, Matt! Oh god!” I cried out, my body tensing as another wave of pleasure crashed over me. “Yes! Yes! Yes!” I chanted, my head thrashing from side to side on the pillow as he pounded into me.

Matt's hands flew to the bed beside my head, his fingers curling into the sheets as he propped himself up. He began to thrust faster and harder, his hips jackhammering between my thighs. “Cum for me, baby,” he grunted, his jaw clenched.

He leaned forward, his head fitting perfectly between my neck and shoulder. I wrapped my arms around his back, holding on for dear life as he fucked me with reckless abandon. The bed creaked and groaned beneath their combined weight, the slapping of their skin echoing through the room.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Matt bellowed, his voice raw and husky. “Take it, baby! Take my fucking cock!” I screamed in response, my voice hoarse from all the loud moaning. “YES! YES! FUCK ME HARDER, MATT!”

Matt’s hand left the bed, moving to press down on my stomach. He pushed me into the mattress as he continued his relentless pace, his other hand still propping himself up. The new angle allowed him to go even deeper, hitting that perfect spot inside me. “Oh god, right there!”

“This is what you wanted, isn't it?” Matt growled, his hips slamming forward. “Wanted my cock so bad that you had us leave Chris and Nick behind. Couldn't even behave and control yourself.” He punctuated his words with particularly hard thrusts. “And here we are.”I whimpered, my hands clutching at his back as I tried to hold back. "P-Please, Matt...It's too...It's too intense..."He leaned down, his breath hot against my ear. "You can take it, baby."

“You better take it all now, like you were asking for it,” he continued, his voice dripping with dark satisfaction. “Gonna fill this tight little pussy up. Make you scream my name.” His hand on my stomach pressed down harder, forcing me to arch into his thrusts.

His words, combined with the new angle and his powerful movements, pushed me closer and closer to the edge. “Matt...Matt, it’s too much...I can’t...I’m gonna...” My words dissolved into incoherent babbling as he continued to pound into me.

“Hold it,” Matt grunted. “Hold it until I say you can let go.” His pace increased, his hips a blur as he pistoned in and out of me. “You’ll cum when I say you can, understand?”

I whimpered, my hands clutching at his back as I tried to hold back. “Please, Matt...It’ too...It’s too intense...” He leaned down, his breath hot against my ear. “You can take it, baby.”

His words gave me strength, and I clenched my teeth, determined to hold back despite the overwhelming sensation. My body shook with the effort, my nails digging into his back. “Good girl,” he praised, his voice low and approving.

He continued to fuck me at a frantic pace, his thrusts hitting that perfect spot over and over. I could feel my orgasm building, coiling tight in my core. I was so close, but I held back, refusing to let go until he gave the okay.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Matt paused, his hips frozen mid-thrust. He held me in place, his cock buried deep inside me. “Now,” he commanded, his voice rough with need. “Let go.”

I screamed as my orgasm ripped through me, my body shaking violently as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me. Matt didn't hold back, fucking me through my climax with relentless force. His own release followed soon after, his cock pulsing inside me as he filled me with his hot seed.

“Fuck, yes!” Matt groaned, his hips jerking as he came. I moaned long and loud, my inner walls fluttering around his shaft, milking every last drop. Our combined moans filled the room, a symphony of pleasure as we rode out our intense orgasms together.

As the last tremors of his release subsided, Matt collapsed forward, catching himself on his elbows to keep from crushing me. He buried his face against my neck, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. “Wow.” His voice was a mere whisper against my skin.

I could only whimper in response, my body still quaking with aftershocks. Matt pressed soft kisses along my neck and jaw as we lay there, basking in the afterglow. “That was incredible,” he murmured, slowly pulling out of me.

Matt carefully extracted himself from me and got off the bed. I heard the faucet run in the bathroom, and a moment later, he returned with a warm, damp washcloth. He gently cleaned me up, his touch tender and caring. “You okay, baby?”

I nodded, a soft smile on my face as I looked up at him. “Mmhmm. That was... intense.” I stretched languidly, feeling deliciously used in the best possible way. Matt chuckled, tossing the rag into his laundry basket and crawling back into bed with me.

Matt pulled the sheets over us, tucking me against his side. “Well, it's what you wanted,” he said, a playful edge to his voice. “And I gave it to you.” He nuzzled my hair, his arms wrapped protectively around me.

I groaned, “I’m going to have such a big headache and hangover in the morning.” Matt kissed the top of my head. “I’ll get you some hangover pills and water later, just rest for now.”

I felt the comforting warmth of Matt's body behind me, his chest against my back. His arms wrapped around me tightly, his face pressed into the crook of my neck, inhaling the familiar scent of my hair. As I closed my eyes, the exhaustion and alcohol finally claiming me, the sound of his steady breath lulled me into a deep slumber.

I woke up to the sound of rustling and the closet opening. I turned around, my eyes still heavy with sleep, and found Matt shuffling through the hangers, searching for a top. He was already dressed in sweatpants, his hair mussed from sleep, and his muscular back was on full display.

I yawned and rubbed my eyes, shifting slightly in the bed as I watched Matt rummage through his closet. “Where are you going?” I asked, my voice raspy from sleep, my words a sleepy murmur.

Matt paused, grabbing a red crewneck and pulling it over himself. “Chris called, said him and Nick need to be picked up,” he replied, his tone casual. He continued rummaging for a second, his gaze focused on the closet as if he was looking for something else.

Meanwhile, I snuggled deeper into the blankets, still drowsy from sleep. “What time is it?” I asked, stifling a tired yawn, my body half hidden beneath the covers.

He closed his closet door and pulled out his phone, glancing at the screen. His voice was low and calm. “It's two in the morning,” he responded. He put his phone back into his pocket and started his search for his keys. He finally found his keys hidden underneath a pile of clothes and pocketed them.

As he moved around, I noticed the change and looked him up and down, my drowsy eyes picking up on the details. His hair was damp, the smell of shampoo lingering in the air, and his black eye paint, a telltale sign of his costume from the party, was completely gone, revealing his natural, chiselled features beneath.

“You showered,” I murmured, still half asleep, the observation slipping out despite the tiredness. Matt turned to face me, his hair tousled, his face devoid of the makeup. I saw the slight amusement in his eyes, a hint of a smile dancing on his lips.

Matt nodded, a small chuckle escaping him as he responded, “Yeah, the black eye paint was getting annoying and sticky.” He ran a hand through his damp hair, pushing it back. “Had to wash it off,” he added.

He walked over to the bed, leaning against the frame as he looked down at me, his form silhouetted against the light. “Go back to sleep, baby,” he said quietly. His words were a soft whisper, his concern evident despite the nonchalance.

“Will you be back?” I murmured, my words slurred from the remnants of sleepiness. I couldn’t help but feel a hint of worry, wondering if he'd return to the warmth of the bed next to me.

Matt gave a reassuring nod, his voice gentle. “Of course I will, just have to go get Chris and Nick,” he murmured, his tone comforting. He reached out and gently brushed a strand of hair from my face, tucking it behind my ear.

I felt a small smile tug at my lips, comforted by his words and his gentle touch. “Be safe,” I drowsy murmured, my eyes already closing again, tiredness weighing on my eyelids.

Matt leaned down and planted a soft peck on my lips, his lips lingering for a brief moment. “I will,” he whispered, his voice a soothing promise.

I opened my eyes slightly, my voice slightly pleading but drowsy. “Before you leave can you start the shower for me?” I murmured, my words slurred with sleep.

Matt's expression softened, concern evident in his eyes. He asked, a hint of worry in his voice, “Are you sure? You won’t fall or anything while I’m gone, will you?” It was clear he was concerned for my state, even if I was only half asleep and slightly out of it.

I nodded, a sleepy smile on my lips, my eyes still half-open as I reassured him, “I won’t fall. Just start it for me, please.” My voice was soft and drowsy, the promise of a warm shower before he returned sounding too nice to pass up, even in my tired state.

Matt gave a small sigh, his expression momentarily softening at the sight of my drowsy state. He nodded, his voice gentle. “All right, just let the water heat up and you know where the towel is. Careful, okay? I’ll be back soon,” he said quietly, his words a whispered promise, his hand brushing against my cheek.

With that, he pushed back from the bed, pausing for a moment to watch me as he walked out of the room and into the hallway. The faint sound of water turning on could be heard as the shower warmed up for me, and then the garage door closed, signaling Matt leaving to go get Chris and Nick.

After finishing, I threw on one of Matt's hoodies and a pair of sweatpants, feeling comforted by his familiar scent. I made my way back to the bedroom and crawled back into bed, the comforting familiarity of our shared space soothing.

As I lay there, waiting for Matt, I felt the bed dip slightly beside me, the mattress shifting under the added weight. Warm breath caressed my neck, the faint hints of the night air on his sweatshirt-clad body. His arms wrapped around me as he settled in behind me, his body slotting against my back like it belonged there.

I felt the warmth of his body press against me, comforting and familiar in its presence. He held me closer, his arms securely wrapped around my waist, his nose nuzzling against my neck. His breath was steady and I could sense him letting out a soft sigh, relieved to be back.

Matt whispered playfully against my neck, his voice carrying a hint of amusement. “Stealing my hoodie, I see,” he murmured, his tone light and teasing. His arm tightened around me, a gentle squeeze that communicated his subtle approval.

“Guilty as charged,” I murmured in response, my voice drowsy but playful in tone. My hands found his, interlacing our fingers as I nestled against him, finding comfort in the warmth and safety of his embrace.

I shifted, turning around to face him, my body nestling closer against his. I grabbed his arm, pulling it over me, draping it like a comforting blanket. My head rested against his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart in the quiet room.

He adjusted slightly, pulling me even closer, his arm wrapping around my waist protectively. He kissed the top of my head, holding me in a gentle yet firm embrace, the gesture both possessive and comforting. His fingers traced slow circles on my back, the soft touch an unspoken form of reassurance and affection.

A/N: HAPPY (late) HALLOWEEN!! — FOR @st6rify ❤︎︎

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[freshl6ve]

𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐓. 𝐒 | 𝐄𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 𝐒𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐈𝐓𝐘

⭑.ᐟ : 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐭 𝐬𝐚𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐨𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐝, a sleepy look on his face as he was exhausted from being Batman all night. I gently grabbed a small rag from under the sink, soaking it in warm water before turning back to Matt.

“C’mere, let me take this stuff off for you,” I softly spoke, carefully approaching Matt.

I placed delicate fingers on his jaw, gently guiding it upward to have him meet my eyes. Matt’s exhausted expression met mine, and I could tell he was ready for this to be over. With my other hand, I reached for the warm rag I had soaked, softly pressing it to his face.

Matt remained still, closing his eyes and letting out a soft sigh as he felt the warm cloth against his skin. I gently began to remove the eye makeup, being as careful and gentle as possible to not irritate his skin or accidentally poke him in the eye.

As I gently scrubbed away at the makeup from his face, Matt softly yawned, leaning into my soft touch. It was clear just how tired he was. Slowly, pieces of the eye makeup began to wash away, leaving just a few traces behind. “Almost done,” I whispered as I continued to carefully remove the remaining parts.

As I walked to the sink, rinsing out the rag, I could feel Matt's eyes on me. I returned and gently started to clean the remaining paint off of his cheeks, softly running my fingers over his skin. Matt’s eyes followed me with a longing and yearning look, admiring my careful and gentle touch.

Matt gazed up at me, studying my features as I concentrated on cleaning his face. He couldn't help but admire my focus and the way my fingers delicately moved, removing the traces of the eye makeup. His eyes softened, filled with admiration as he silently observed my careful care.

I continued to gently wipe away the last remnants of the eye makeup, feeling Matt’s intense gaze upon me. The silence between us was both comforting and intimate, and it was clear he was admiring me with a hint of longing in his eyes.

Matt’s eyelids grew heavy as I continued to clean, sleepiness taking over him. Unintentionally, his head started to tilt forward, starting to fall asleep. I quickly noticed, catching him in time before he could fall, my other hand holding his chin delicately to support him.

“Hey, don’t fall asleep yet. You gotta stay awake for a bit longer,” I whispered softly, gently holding onto his chin to keep him steady, gently caressing his face to help wake him up a bit.

I finally finished cleaning his face, not a trace of eye makeup left behind. I turned to the sink, rinsing the rag and carefully washing away any remaining makeup. After a final rinse, I rung it and folded the rag, placing it on the edge of the sink.

I walked back to Matt, gently cupping his face in my hands, now completely clean. A soft smile played on my lips as I gently spoke; “that’s enough saving the city for today,” teasing him a bit, knowing he was exhausted from the night.

Matt opened his eyes a small amount and offered a tired but appreciative smile. Softly, I leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on his lips, a warm and comforting gesture amidst his exhaustion.

Matt quickly turned the small peck into a passionate kiss, pulling me onto his lap and wrapping his arms around my back, holding me close. His eyes fluttered shut as he immersed himself in the moment, finding comfort and warmth in my presence amidst his fatigue.

He held me tightly against him as if he never wanted to let go, deepening the kiss with a sense of tenderness and longing. Matt's fingers gently traced my back, finding solace in our embrace. It was a moment of exhaustion-filled intimacy, a connection that went beyond words.

I gently wrapped my arms around his neck, intertwining my fingers in his hair, lightly scratching at his scalp. The kiss grew more intense, each move filled with a mix of tenderness and need, seeking comfort in each other's embrace.

Matt couldn’t help but smile between the kisses, the corners of his lips curling upwards as the passionate exchange continued. Despite his exhaustion, there was a sense of joy and contentment in the moment, a respite from the chaos of the night.

As Matt pulled away from the kiss, he began to trail kisses down my jawline, leaving a gentle trail of affection. His lips moved softly against my skin, his exhaustion mixing with affection, creating a tender moment.

My hand gently tangled in his hair, softly running my fingers through the locks, as he continued to hold me tightly. His grip remained firm, seeking the comfort and familiarity of our embrace, finding a sense of safety within my touch.

I gently whispered against his ear, rubbing his back with my other hand, “let’s get you to bed,” a soft murmur of care and concern. Matt stayed in my embrace, seeming a bit reluctant to move, clearly comfortable in the position, but ultimately nodded slightly

I carefully slipped out of Matt's lap, standing up and gently taking his hand to help him up, guiding him to stand on his feet despite his fatigue. He leaned against me for support, still holding tightly onto my hand as if not wanting to let go.

I gently led him into his room, supporting his weight as we made our way to the bed. Once we reached it, I carefully guided him to sit down, easing him onto the bed with tender care. Matt sunk into the mattress, exhaustion evident in his eyes and in the way he leaned against me for support.

With gentle hands, I assisted Matt in removing his sweater and shirts, carefully pulling the fabric away from his body. With each layer removed, his exhaustion became more apparent, the weariness etched on his face. Once the last shirt was off, he slumped back against the pillows, visibly tired and in need of rest.

As I gently tugged at his baggy pants, I couldn't help but chuckle a bit, trying to make the situation a bit lighter. “Lift your hips up,” I softly instructed, gently helping him adjust his position to remove his pants and replace them with comfortable sweatpants, making sure he'd be comfortable for the night.

After helping Matt settle into comfortable sweatpants for the night, I quickly changed into something comfortable myself, joining him in bed and sliding under the covers. Matt seemed relieved to have me close again, his eyes slowly closing as if preparing for rest. The exhaustion he felt was evident in his weary expression as he clung to my presence, seeking solace and comfort in our proximity.

Matt rested his head on my chest, his arm dangling lazily over my body. As my fingers gently traced patterns on his scalp, he nuzzled his face into my chest, seeking comfort in the simple but tender caress. My other hand gently rubbed his bare back, the soft touch comforting both of us in the stillness, the gentle massage helping soothe his exhaustion.

In the quiet of the room, the steady rhythm of Matt's breaths against my chest gradually slowed, his body succumbing to exhaustion. My fingers traced small circles on his scalp, a gentle and comforting gesture that seemed to ease him into a peaceful slumber. I gently continued to rub his back, the quiet intimacy of the moment only interrupted by the soft sound of his even breaths.

With a tender smile, I kissed the top of his head, gentle and affectionate. “My sleepy boy, get some rest, my love,” I whispered, a soft murmur of care and tenderness, the room filled with a comforting stillness.

Matt lifted his head, meeting my lips with a sleepy peck. “Thank you, baby,” he whispered in response, his voice soft and heavy with exhaustion. The brief kiss was a tender gesture, a quiet expression of appreciation amidst his fatigue.

Matt rested his head on my chest once again, exhaustion evident in his sleepy expression. I continued to gently rub his back, the quiet intimacy of the moment filling the room as he surrendered to the embrace. Sleep slowly claimed him, the rhythms of his breaths becoming deep and steady, a visible sign of his exhaustion finally pulling him into a peaceful slumber.

A/N: short little soft matt story :-) — Idea by @st6rify <3

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[freshl6ve]

𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐓. 𝐒 | 𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌

SFW!! | 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑─𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐊

₊⊹⁀➴ : Matt was doing a solo live stream when Y/N unexpectedly joins him, surprising both Matt and the audience. Their playful banter instantly takes over, with Y/N teasing Matt while they interact with fans. The stream turns into a fun, spontaneous moment filled with laughter and lively energy that fans absolutely love.

𝐀 𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐇𝐋𝟔𝐕𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐄-𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓 𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋

˚⊱🪄⊰˚ : 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩. I decided to head upstairs to Matt’s room to see what he was up to. I lightly opened the door, expecting to find him either playing video games or watching videos on his phone.

With a smile, I approached Matt and greeted him, “Hello Matthew” I chuckled. Matt looked at me in mild surprise, “I didn't know you were here.” I moved behind him, the chair serving as a barrier to our usual body contact. I wrapped my arms around him, meeting in front of his chest.

I rested my chin on Matt's shoulder, explaining, “I was downstairs with Chris.” My gaze lifted to the screen, my surprise growing as I realized he was live. With a playful wave, I said, “Hi chat!”

Matt chuckled at my surprised expression, “Oh yeah, I'm live right now.” The chat exploded with reactions, some surprised emojis and comments like:

“Y/N IS HERE?”

“HII Y/N!”

“IS THAT Y/N!?”

“Surprise stream?”

Some fans were clearly excited to see both of us together.

Leaning into Matt's chair, I saw the comment in the chat, “Surprise stream?” With a lighthearted smirk, I answered, “This is no surprise, I honestly had no idea Matt was live right now.” I shot a playful glance at Matt, who chuckled, clearly amused by the chat's reactions and my surprise appearance.

Matt, still smiling, said, “You just love making an entrance, huh?” The chat was going wild with comments like “I LOVE YOU Y/N” and “Matt and Y/N together again, the ultimate duo!”

Matt stood up, looking at the chat before heading over to grab a chair for me. I took his vacated seat, enjoying the new perspective as I scanned the chat, reading comments like:

“Y/N takeover!”

“Love seeing Y/N on stream,”

Sitting in Matt's chair, I greeted the chat, “How's everyone doing on this fine late night?” The chat responded with a variety of answers, some saying they couldn't sleep, others just enjoying the late-night vibes, and some simply expressing their surprise and happiness at my unexpected appearance on the stream.

I glanced back at the chat and teased, “How long has it been, chat? It couldn't have been that long since you guys have seen me, right?” The chat responded with various guesses, some saying they missed me, others saying it had been too long, and a few making jokes about my absence.

Seeing the chat mention the last time they had seen me was two months ago in the triplets last live in June. My eyes widened, “Holy shit, two months? Has it been that long already?”

Matt re-entered the room with a plastic chair, the headrest bearing a playful handwritten message. As he placed it beside me, I turned to him and asked, “Has it really been two months since chat has seen me?” Matt nodded, confirming the timeframe with a chuckle.

The chat responded with various comments, like “Y/N has been missed,” “Time flies when you're having fun,” and “Feels like it's been longer honestly.” Some fans expressed their excitement about the duo's reunion, others joked about time passing too quickly, while a few commented on how it felt like they had barely seen me in forever.

Matt laughed and settled into the plastic chair next to me. He quipped, “Y/N has secretly been here, she just never shows up on social media because she hates you guys.” The chat erupted with reactions – a mix of disbelief, amusement, and playful mock offense.

Turning to Matt, I quickly hit his shoulder, playfully protesting, “No, I don’t! I just don’t have content to share as I normally do.” The chat watched the exchange with amusement, some fans commenting on our banter, others jokingly expressing their gratitude for my online absence being over.

Matt feigned sadness, rubbing his shoulder dramatically. “Guys, Y/N hit me,” he exclaimed with exaggerated sorrow. I turned to him, warning, “Don’t start, Bernard, you know they’ll come after me and rip me into pieces.” I gestured at the camera, knowing full well the fans were already gearing up to make sad edits.

The chat reacted with a mix of laughter and concern. Some fans teased us, while others jokingly pledged their support for me against the incoming edits. “Poor Matty,” they said, “Here comes the sad edits!”

I looked at the chat and chuckled with Matt. Scanning the comments, I read aloud, “Where are Chris and Nick?” Then I responded, “Well, Chris had BARELY fallen asleep, and Nick is on tour with Madison at the moment.” The chat reacted, some fans expressing disappointment, others understanding the reasons.

A few comments popped up saying they missed the full group, but others quickly pointed out the current tour situation. One comment joked, “Poor gang is incomplete tonight.” Another suggested a late-night live with all four someday soon.

Seeing the comments about the incomplete group, I reassured everyone, “Don’t worry, guys. There will be a stream with the four of us soon. I promise.” The chat responded with a mixture of excitement and anticipation for a future live event with the full group.

I glanced at the headset on Matt’s desk, the battery life visible. I curiously asked, “Matt, are these charged?”Matt checked the status, confirming, “Yeah, they’re good for a few hours at least.”

Putting on the headset, I looked around the monitors, searching for the Spotify app. “Where’s Spotify?” I asked, scanning the screens. Matt chuckled and stood up slightly, pointing at his left monitor. “There,” he said, indicating the app’s location with a grin.

I searched through Spotify for a song and started bobbing my head to the beat, glancing at the chat. “What do you guys think?” I asked, inviting their reaction. The chat started flowing with comments about the song, some expressing their approval, a few criticizing it, and others simply asking for the track name.

Matt saw me enjoying the song, and leaned over to listen. I lifted one headphone up, allowing him to hear. It was Juna by Clairo. Matt recognized the album the song was part of and smiled, appreciating the music.

The chat noticed the exchange, and a few comments popped up recognizing the song and the album’s distinct sound. “Clairo, nice choice,” a fan typed. Another said, “Love that album!”

I turned to the chat, my eyes scanning through the comments. “How was your day Chat?” I asked, inviting them to share their experiences. The replies poured in— some had been busy with work or school, while others had been relaxing and enjoying their day off. A few fans mentioned having a stressful day and were thankful for the stream to unwind.

As the chat continued to share about their days, some fans turned their focus onto me. Their comments started asking about my own day, expressing curiosity about what I had been up to.

I explained, “Well I've been filming a vlog of this week as a comeback to YouTube, and I've been getting my stream room situated so I can stream. It's why I haven't been as active lately—you know, with the decorating and building things, plus the filming as an additional item on the schedule.” The chat responded with understanding and curiosity, some fans expressing excitement at the thought of upcoming vlogs and the eventual return to streaming.

While I was talking to the chat, Matt's gaze was fixed on me, his eyes locked onto my side profile. He showed rapt attention, like I was the only person in the room, his gaze never wavering from me.

Finishing my explanation, I turned my head to Matt, our eyes meeting. Smiling, I asked, “How about you, Matt? How was your day?” Matt chuckled lightly, his gaze not leaving mine.

Matt replied softy, a small smile on his lips. “I lazed around the house with Chris and we ordered food. Then, I thought I'd do a chill late-night stream.” His eyes remained fixed on mine, his tone even and soothing.

I nodded, understanding Matt's day. The chat was starting to notice the change in Matt's demeanor around me— how he became softer, more gentle, and spoke softer than his usual interactions with Nick and Chris. Comments started flowing in, some picking up on the contrast and praising it, others expressing surprise.

“Aww, Matt is so sweet to Y/N,” a comment said.

“He's usually so chaotic with Nick and Chris, but he's so soft with her,” another observed.

“They're so cute together,” someone else commented.

The chat continued to react, a mix of awe and appreciation for the softer side of Matt they were witnessing. Some fans were enjoying the contrast, others were just finding it endearing. “Matt is lowkey a sweetheart” a fan observed. “Who knew he could be so gentle?”

As comments about Matt's gentler side continued to roll in, I felt a tinge of shyness. I averted my gaze, my eyes skimming through the chat. Some fans praised the contrast between Matt's usual chaotic nature and this softer side, while others commented on how cute we looked together..

The chat was filled with comments like “Y/N is blushing,” and “Matt and Y/N are so wholesome.” A few fans teased, “Aw, is Y/N getting bashful?”

I laughed and pointed at the camera, trying to regain composure. “Guys, cut it out!” I protested with a feigned sternness. The chat amused at my reaction, continued to tease and poke fun.

Comments like “She's blushing, we got her all shy” and “Can't handle the flattery, Y/N?” filled the chat. Some fans even suggested creating a compilation of my bashful moments.

Laughing, I shook my head, feigning nonchalance. “What are you guys talking about?!” I exclaimed, trying to downplay the situation. The chat continued to tease me, enjoying my attempts at deflecting the attention.

As I denied any reaction, Matt couldn't help but notice my flustered state. He bit his lip, trying to hold back his laughter, the corners of his lip lifted ever so slightly, his teeth showing.

The chat didn't miss this, and the observant fans started commenting. “Matt's holding in his laughter, he knows something,” one fan noted. “Matt's got a smirk going, he's loving this,” another teased.

Matt's silent chuckle was getting harder to suppress. I turned to him and smacked his thigh, slightly pouting. “Don't laugh, it's not funny!” I protested, trying to maintain composure.

I took off the headphones, feigning annoyance. “You guys are mean,” I joked, pointing at the stream and Matt, who was still stifling his chuckle. As I started to walk away, Matt grabbed my wrist, looking up at me. “No, stay,” he insisted, his grip firm but gentle.

Reluctantly, I sat back down in the black chair, still pretending to be miffed. My act fooled no one, the grin on my face betraying my true feelings. The chat chuckled, seeing right through my mock irritation.

As I continued chatting with the stream, Matt suddenly stood up. “I’ll be back” he said, slipping out of the room. There was a brief moment of silence as he left, causing the chat to notice his absence.

He returned a moment later, standing behind me in the chair. I turned my head slightly to look at him and queried, “What happened?” My gaze met his, a look of genuine curiosity in my eyes.

He responded casually, “Just had to use the bathroom” his tone nonchal. His hands resting on the back of the chair.

I was still engrossed in responding to chat comments when suddenly, I noticed Matt dancing along to the next song. Chuckling, I turned around to face him.

The upbeat rhythm filled the room, and Matt moved with a carefree enthusiasm, clearly enjoying himself and the groove. Seeing him dancing so joyfully, I couldn’t help but laugh at the unexpected moment.

Matt pulled me to my feet, but I playfully protested with a smile, “No, Matt, I can't dance!” My words were a mix of jest and shyness, a common response from me.

Matt continued to playfully persuade me, “Come on,” he urged, finally pulling me up from the chair. A little laugh escaped me as I let him lead the impromptu dance session.

The dance was silly, as we moved together, laughter dancing on our lips, and joy flowing through the room. With Matt at the helm, we twirled and swayed, the stream audience delighted by the carefree moment.

As we danced, the world around us faded away, and it seemed like we were the only two in the room. Matt’s eyes remained fixed on me, his gaze unwavering as we moved in the small space, the closeness only emphasizing the moment’s intimacy.

Matt spotted the sudden rush of new subscribers and took a seat in his chair, gratitude shining in his eyes. “Holy shit, someone just gifted 50 subs!” he exclaimed, his hands moving in surprise. He leaned into the camera, a warm smile etched on his face, and spoke with sincerity. “Thank you so much for the support, everyone. We really appreciate it.”

The dance came to a sudden halt, and Matt slipped into his chair, the seat I previously claimed. I pouted jokingly, feigning disappointment, “Hey, that's my spot!” I whined, playfully pushing at Matt's shoulder. He chuckled at my teasing, enjoying the playful banter between us.

Matt let out a light chuckle, “It's mine now,”

As Matt stretched for the keyboard, I took the opportunity to gently wrap my arms around his shoulders, resting my chin on the top of his head. My gaze moved to the screen, curiously peeking at what he was searching for.

The song changed to a softer melody, casting a calm ambiance in the room. With my arms wrapped around Matt, I began to sway gently, pulling him into the peaceful rhythm of the music. He surrendered to the motion, his body mimicking my gentle movement, our bodies swaying in unison as if we were one.

While Matt scrolled through the chat and thanking everyone for the subs, I maintained my hold on him, humming softly to the melodic tune. With his focus on the chat, he seemed oblivious to the cozy connection between us. My chin rested on his shoulder, allowing me to softly hum by his ear.

It was not uncommon for us to be close, but the current moment was different, more intimate. The chat was taken aback by our closeness, how comfortable we were with each other, how Matt remained composed without a hint of blushing, and how he seemed perfectly content in my arms. Some speculated on the potential feelings behind our actions, wondering if this closeness was leading to something more.

As the stream continued, comments flooded in, highlighting Matt's gentle demeanor with me. “Seeing Matt so gentle when he's with Y/N is really heartwarming,” one viewer remarked. The chat was filled with admiration for the tenderness that came out when Matt was with me, a softer side he rarely showed.

Other viewers were delighted by the revelation, and some even playfully teased us about our dynamics, using it as an opportunity for humor. “Y/N and Matt, the cutest duo,” one message read, followed by a string of laughing emojis. Another said, “Matt's got a soft spot for Y/N, it's obvious,” sparking a series of teasing and playful comments.

As Matt scanned the chat, a particular comment caught his attention, his gaze lingering. He pointed to it for me to see, and there it was, a message that stirred the chat's curiosity:

“Matt is definitely in love with Y/N.”

His expression remained composed, but there was a flicker of recognition in his eyes.

Matt leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a hushed whisper in my ear. “How did they know?” he asked, his tone filled with a mixture of surprise and amusement. My heart skipped a beat as I registered his words, realizing what he was implying. It was as if he was dropping a hint, giving me an indirect confirmation of where his feelings stood.

The moment was charged with emotion, the stream temporarily forgotten as we shared this meaningful exchange. I knew that something was shifting between us. Matt's comment wasn't just a joke in response to the chat's observation— it was a confession, a gentle acknowledgment of his feelings for me.

I looked down at Matt, my arms still embracing him, and our eyes met. He looked up at me with a vulnerable expression, his eyes holding a soft wonder, doe-like in their tenderness. I whispered, my voice tinged with both surprise and hope, “Really?”

Matt nodded, a soft smile tugging at the corners of his lips. His expression was a mix of vulnerability and assurance, as if he was trusting me with a piece of himself. The moment hung in the air, a silent understanding passing between us, confirming that there was more to our connection than mere friendship.

As I nestled my head on his shoulder, a mix of emotions swirling inside me, Matt's hand found its way to my forearm. The casual touch sent a shiver through me, fueling the quiet electricity between us.

I hid my flushed cheeks in the crook of his neck, knowing that the chat was likely filled with playful remarks about our closeness. The intimacy of the moment felt both exhilarating and terrifying, as I realized the depth of my feelings for Matt.

Matt's attention turned to me, his voice dropping to a whisper in my ear. “It's so hard not to kiss you right now,” he confessed softly, his words heavy with a mix of desire and longing.

The words sent a jolt of electricity through me, my heart racing at the thought of his lips on mine. The tension in the room was palpable, and it seemed as if time had frozen for a moment. His hand on my forearm was the only thing grounding me from floating away in a whirl of emotions.

Lost in Matt's embrace, I whispered, “End the stream,” my voice barely audible but clear enough for Matt to hear. The world around us seemed to narrow down to just the two of us, our connection, and the delicate balance of our emotions.

“It’s getting late chat so I’m going to end stream now, it was nice talking to you guys and thank you all for all the subs today that I missed, we love you!” we both waved bye and he gently ended the stream, the screen fading to black. The chat, though disappointed, was left wondering what was going on and about the unspoken connection between us.

After ending the stream, I slowly withdrew my arms from around Matt's shoulders, the air between us heavy with anticipation. He rose from his chair, wrapping one arm around my waist and his other gently cupping my chin.

Our eyes locked, and he gently leaned in, his lips meeting mine in a tender kiss. It was a moment filled with warmth and intimacy, the culmination of unspoken feelings becoming a tangible reality.

As our lips met, Matt's touch was gentle and tender, his lips soft against mine. The kiss started gently, but Matt slowly deepened it, introducing a passion that matched the depth of our affection.

Our bodies pressed closer together, our hearts beating in sync, as if we were two pieces of a puzzle completing each other. As our kiss intensified, a soft moan escaped me, a sound of pure desire and the longing we had both been holding back.

As our kiss deepened, my arms reached up to wrap around Matt's neck, my fingers instinctively finding their way into his soft hair. I pulled him closer, the physical connection heightening the emotional intimacy we shared.

Our bodies were now fully intertwined, as if we were two souls becoming one. The world around us faded away, leaving only the passion of our embrace and the love that grew between us.

With our kiss growing deeper and more passionate, Matt gently walked us towards the bed, guiding me onto the soft surface. Our lips never broke contact as he hovered over me, his body pressing against mine, the intensity of our emotions palpable between us. It felt as if we were the only two souls in the world, lost in our connection and the promise of what was to come next.

The kiss continued, our lips exploring each other's with a growing urgency. In the midst of it, Matt smiled against my lips, the gesture breaking the momentary immersion. I pulled back, puzzled by the interruption, and playfully asked, “What?” Matt's reply came without hesitation, his voice low and filled with sincerity, “I love you.”

His words hung in the air, their significance settling in my being. I looked into his eyes, searching for any hint of hesitation, and found only sincerity and vulnerability. Time seemed to stand still as I processed the weight of those three words.

Our connection, already profound, took on new meaning, filled with love and a depth of understanding that transcended words. I pulled him closer, my own feelings overwhelming me, and whispered, “I love you too.” Our lips met again, the kiss a proclamation of our commitment to each other.

⤹ ⊹ 𝐅𝐎𝐑 @st6rify ୨୧ 🐈‍⬛ ₊˚๑ ❤︎︎

[freshl6ve]

𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐓. 𝐒 | 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃?

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑─𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐊

₊⊹⁀➴ : Late at night, Y/N lies awake, her mind racing and the familiar ache of insomnia gnawing at her. Weed always helped her sleep, but ever since she cut ties with her old habits, she hasn’t found relief. It’s been months since she last saw Matt, her ex-dealer, and she’d promised herself not to fall back into old routines. But tonight, the restlessness is unbearable. Desperate for peace, she grabs her keys and drives through the dark streets, the memory of Matt’s place pulling her in. Before she knows it, she’s standing at his door, heart pounding, unsure of what she’ll say when he answers.

⭑.ᐟ : SMUT, dealer!matt x reader, unprotected sex (be safe!), oral (y/n receiving), p in v, dom!matt x sub!reader, mention of drugs, pet names (baby, sweetheart), dirty talk, switch(?) and more.

𝐀 𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐇𝐋𝟔𝐕𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐄-𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓 𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋

˚⊱🪄⊰˚ : 𝐈 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐞𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠, my mind racing with a hundred thoughts. It was late, the world outside my bedroom window was pitch black and silent. I rolled over, trying to force myself to close my eyes and drift off to sleep, but it was no use. My mind was a whirlpool of worries and anxieties, refusing to let me find peace. Hours seemed to pass, the clock on my bedside table ticking away the minutes. I tossed and turned, my frustration growing with every passing moment. I knew I had to find a way to calm my mind, but nothing seemed to work.

I sat up in bed, rubbing my eyes in frustration. It was as if my mind had its own agenda, refusing to cooperate with my body's need for rest. I glanced at the clock and saw that it was now 3:00 am. I sighed, feeling like I had been battling the demons of insomnia for an eternity. I decided that lying in bed was not going to solve anything. I needed a change of scenery, a distraction.

I felt a pang of guilt in my chest as my mind drifted to the familiar escape it had always sought— weed. I immediately pushed the thought away, reminding myself of the promise I had made to myself. No more falling into old habits, no more dependence on substances to numb the pain. But the more I tried to forget about it, the more the memory of its calming effects lingered in my mind.

I lay back down on the bed, my body tense and restless. I knew I had to find a way to distract myself from the temptation, but my thoughts kept returning to the past. Matt's face flashed in my mind, and my stomach twisted in knots. I had cut ties with him months ago, and the memories of our tumultuous relationship still haunted me. Seeing him again would only stir up old emotions that I was desperate to keep buried.

I took a deep breath, trying to steady my thoughts. But the restless feeling within me didn’t subside. It was as if a part of me was still clinging to the past, refusing to let go.

“Fuck it”

Before I knew it, my car keys were in my hand, the familiar route to Matt’s house etched into my memory.

The drive to Matt's house was a blur. I wasn't thinking clearly, my mind was a mixture of nervousness and adrenaline. I tried to think of what I would say when I saw him, to justify my impulsive decision to show up at his doorstep in the middle of the night. The streets were quiet, the city seemed eerily still. I felt a pang of doubt, but my mind was too clouded with restlessness to turn back now.

I parked my car and turned it off immediately, not wanting to alert Matt of my presence just yet. My heart was pounding in my chest as I walked towards his driveway. I could see the lights were on in his house, a sign that he was still awake. I took a deep breath and walked up to the front door, my hand hovering over the door.

Matt stood in the doorway, his expression calm and almost nonchalant. He looked at me for a moment, his eyes scanning my face and taking in my disheveled appearance. He leaned casually against the doorframe, his arms crossed over his chest.

Matt's eyebrows raised slightly as he looked me up and down. He gave a half-smile, a hint of surprise in his voice.

“Well, fancy seeing you here,” he said, his tone casual and almost amused. “I wasn't expecting company this late.”

I looked up at Matt, my voice slightly sheepish. “I couldn't sleep,” I admitted, the words sounding weak in the quiet night. “And, well, I'm all out.” I paused, my eyes locking with his. “I was hoping you might have something.”

Matt smirked slightly, leaning against the doorframe. “I thought you quit,” he remarked, a hint of amusement in his voice. I gave him a firm glare, my voice firm.

“I'm not here for small talk,” I snapped, my eyes meeting his. “I just need a quick pick-up, pay you, and leave. That's it. Don't get any ideas.”

Matt chuckled, his eyes scanning my face as he spoke. “Well, you showed up at my house in the middle of the night,” he said, a hint of teasing in his voice. “You can't blame me for being surprised. I figured we might at least exchange a few words.”

I took a deep breath, my patience wearing thin.

“Matt, please,” I pleaded, my voice weary. “I'm exhausted, I can't do this right now. I just want to grab what I need and go home. I'm desperate for a good night's sleep.”

Matt chuckled, pushing himself off the door frame and gesturing for me to come in. “Alright, alright,” he said, his tone slightly amused. “Come in, then.”

I entered his house, my body tense and my mind still racing. The familiar surroundings brought back a wave of memories, but I pushed them out of my mind. I was here for one thing and one thing only.

I followed Matt into the living room, my eyes darting around the space. The room was cozy and familiar, but I felt out of place. Matt gestured for me to take a seat on the couch, and I sank down onto the cushions, my body feeling weary.

“I'll be right back,” Matt said, disappearing down the hallway and into his bedroom.

I sat in the silence, my mind still racing with thoughts and memories. The room felt too quiet, too empty. The minutes ticked by slowly, and I found myself feeling restless again. I fidgeted with my hands, my eyes darting around the room. Just when I was starting to wonder how much longer Matt would take, I heard footsteps approaching again.

Matt returned from his bedroom, his footsteps heavy against the hardwood floor. He looked calm and collected as he took a seat on the couch, a few feet away from where I sat.

“So,” he began, his voice casual, “what do you need?”

I met his gaze, my voice steady. “A quarter ounce should be fine,” I replied, not wanting to linger on the details. I just wanted to get what I came for and leave.

Matt looked at me, his expression still nonchalant, and chuckled softly. “Want me to pre roll them for you?” he asked, his tone casually, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

In my mind, I couldn't help but think about the past. Matt had always been good at rolling joints, his hands skillful and swift. He had this way of making them look perfect, and they seemed to smoke better too. I remembered watching him roll, his fingers moving effortlessly and the end product always being a thing of beauty.

I knew that when Matt offered to pre roll my joints, he knew damn well that I would end up watching him, admiring his skill. It was a part of the ritual, a small pleasure that came with the transaction. His hands were like magic, and it was impossible to look away.

I nodded my head, unable to resist the offer. “Yeah,” I said, my voice slightly huskier than I had intended. “That'd be nice.”

Matt chuckled, not missing the change in my voice. He got up from the couch and walked over to the table where all his supplies were laid out. I watched as he grabbed the papers, the grinder, and the rolling tray, his movements efficient and smooth.

It was as if he was in his own little world, his mind completely focused on the task at hand. I couldn't help but admire his skill and precision as he started to roll the joint, his fingers working the paper and the weed with ease.

As Matt focused on rolling the first joint, his hands working in a practiced, smooth rhythm, I couldn't help but break the silence.

“It's really quiet,” I said, my voice tinged with curiosity. “Where's Nick and Chris?”

Matt answered without looking up from his work, his tongue quickly sealing the joint with a precise lick. “They're out,” he replied, his voice casual. “Went to some party or something. Probably won't be back for a while.”

I nodded, watching as he moved on to the next joint, his dexterous fingers working quickly. The sound of paper and weed being ground and rolled was the only sound in the room, along with our steady breaths.

It was almost soothing, the repetitive motions and the familiar scent of weed. I glanced at Matt, taking in the slight furrow in his brow as he concentrated on the task at hand. He was like a damn maestro, a master of his craft.

I couldn't help but ask, my curiosity getting the better of me. “How come you didn't go?” I inquired, my voice soft and low.

Matt sealed the second joint with another precise lick, his eyes meeting mine for a moment before he looked back down at his work.

“You know I don't do parties,” he said, his tone nonchalant. “Too much noise, too many people. I prefer my own company.”

I chuckled softly, realizing the irony of my question. “Right,” I said, my voice tinged with a hint of amusement. “I forgot you prefer solitude.”

I took a moment to reposition myself, shifting on the couch until I was comfortable. I placed my arms on the headrest, my head resting on them as I watched Matt across the room. The L shape of the couch allowed me a clear view of him as he continued rolling the joints.

I couldn’t help but speak my thought aloud, letting the words slip out before I could censor myself. “You know, it’s one of the things I always admired about you,” I said, my voice soft and honest.

There was no use denying it now. It was true. Matt’s preference for solitude and his ability to find contentment in his own company was something I had always found admirable. In a world where everyone seemed to be constantly seeking company, Matt’s self-sufficiency was a breath of fresh air.

As he sealed the third joint, his hands moving deftly, I continued to watch him, my head still resting on my arms. I couldn’t help but feel a pang of nostalgia as I remembered all the times we had spent like this, him rolling joints and me observing, both of us comfortably silent.

The words slipped out before I could stop them, my voice filled with a mixture of emotions. “Why didn't you call, Matt?” I blurted out, my tone laced with longing and regret.

Matt freezes, his hands pausing mid-roll. He sets the half-rolled joint down on the table, his movements deliberate and slow. He leans back against the edge of the table, his fingertips gripping the edge of the surface. His back is tense, his shoulders hunching ever so slightly.

The room falls silent, the weight of my question hanging in the air. I can feel the tension between us, thick and palpable. I know I’ve crossed a line, bringing up the past and stirring up memories that we both had left behind. But something in me had compelled me to ask, a desperate need to know why he hadn’t reached out to me.

Matt's voice is quiet, his grip on the edge of the table tightening. “I just thought you needed space,” he says gently, his eyes meeting mine across the room. “I didn't want to push you or make things worse.”

The simple admission hangs in the air, the truth of his words making my heart ache. I had wanted space, yes, but in my silence I hadn’t realized how much I had missed his presence, his calm voice and steady demeanor.

Matt lets out a small sigh, his grip on the table loosening slightly. “Trust me,” he replies, his voice tinged with regret. “I tried to reach out, to make things right. But I couldn't forgive myself for what happened, and I didn't want to put you in a position where you were forced to forgive me.”

Matt takes a deep breath, his eyes downcast as he continues. “I was in a bad place,” he says, his voice quieter now. “And what I did to you… using you like a toy, when you were something special to me. I couldn’t see it then, couldn’t appreciate what I had. The addiction had its claws too deep into me.”

I nodded, a silent acknowledgement of his words. Matt's voice is soft and sincere as he continues.

“Our argument that night made me realize what I had lost,” he admits, his eyes still avoiding mine. “Since then, I've given up on the hard drugs and stuck with weed instead. It was tough, a rough road, but it's been worth it.”

Matt pushes himself off the table, his movements fluid and deliberate. He walks towards me, his steps silent as he approaches. I continue to look up at him as he places his hands down on either side of me.

“You don't need weed to help you,” he says, his voice a low murmur in the closeness. “You're just inside your head a lot, and you don't know how to shut it off.”

I couldn't argue against his words, because Matt had hit the nail on the head. I had always been prone to overthinking, my mind a never-ending whirlwind that refused to quiet down. It was as if he could see straight into the depths of my being, knowing me better than I knew myself.

I hated how accurately he had summed up my struggle, how easily he had picked apart my thoughts and laid them bare. It was both irritating and endearing, how well he understood me despite our months apart.

Matt's eyes hold a mixture of pain, regret, and longing as he gazes down at me. His voice is earnest and pleading as he speaks, his words ringing with sincerity.

“I’m sorry for everything,” he says, his voice slightly shaky. “I’m sorry it took me 5 months to apologize. I don’t want you to forgive me, I don’t deserve to be forgiven. I’m a bad person.”

Without thinking, I reach up to bring him into a kiss, my hand threading through his soft locks - a familiar sensation that I had missed dearly.

We slowly pull away, our lips reluctantly parting, yet our faces remaining close. I look up at him, my voice soft and earnest, as I speak.

“You're not a bad person,” I say, my hand still cradling the back of his head. “You just had a rough time.”

Matt's gaze locks with mine, his eyes swimming with emotion. When he speaks, his voice is raw and filled with vulnerability.

“I missed you,” he whispers, his thumb gently brushing against my jawline.

I can feel my heart swell at his words, a mixture of emotions swirling through me. I had missed him too, more than I cared to admit. The months apart had been a painful reminder of just how deeply he had become rooted in my life, and just how much his absence had left a hole in me.

I looked up at him, my eyes meeting his, their depths filled with a mixture of pain, love, and forgiveness. “I missed you too,” I whispered back, my voice barely above a breath.

Matt's hands grip my hips as he effortlessly lifts me up from the couch, my legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. Without breaking our kiss, he carries me across the room and down the hallway towards his room. The hunger and desire in our kiss grow with each step, and by the time we reach his bedroom, we're pawing at each other like we can't get close enough.

He gently sets me down on the bed, his body following closely as he hovers over me. The kiss deepens, our tongues hungrily seeking each other, and his hands begin to wander, running up and down my sides and slipping under my shirt.

His touch ignites a trail of fire against my skin, and I arch my back, pressing my body closer to his. In that moment, nothing else mattered but the feel of his hands on my body and the heat of his skin against mine. The past months of separation faded into the background, replaced by the pure sensation of being with him again. I wanted him, needed him, and was willing to surrender to the storm of emotions and physicality between us.

There was no denying it— I was powerless against him. Despite the hurtful things that had happened between us, I couldn't resist his touch, couldn't deny the pull I felt towards him. I wanted him close, wanted to feel the weight of his body against mine, to have his hands on me, to lose myself in the sensations he stirred within me. I would let him do anything, give him anything he wanted if it meant having him near.

Matt breaks away from the kiss and begins to trail his lips down my neck, his kisses hot and urgent. He nips at my skin, his teeth grazing against my pulse point, his tongue soothing the pain afterwards. I shiver at the sensations, my hands gripping his shoulders, my breath coming in short gasps.

He kisses further down my neck, his hands gripping my hips, and I arch my back, offering myself to him. His mouth finds a sensitive spot, and he sucks on it gently, his teeth biting down just enough to send a jolt of pleasure through me.

“Matt...” I moan, my fingers digging into his shoulders.

His hands trail down to my thighs, slowly sliding down my sweats. I part my legs for him, inviting him to touch me. He chuckles softly against my neck, knowing that he has me wrapped around his finger.

His touch is gentle at first, his fingers slowly caressing my inner thighs. He takes his time, enjoying the way my breath hitches with anticipation. “Please...” I whisper, my voice barely audible. He smirks, knowing that I'm begging for him.

He slides my underwear to the side, his fingers tracing the length of my folds. I'm already wet for him, my body aching for release. He slips a finger inside me, Pumping it in and out slowly, his palm grazing against my most sensitive spot.

“You're so wet,” he whispers, his breath hot against my ear. He adds another finger, filling me up even more. I moan loudly, my hips bucking against his hand. He knows just how to touch me to drive me wild. “Nobody is here, be as loud as you want to be, Sweetheart”

His fingers curl inside me, finding that spot that makes my eyes roll back in my head. His mouth latches onto my neck, sucking and biting as his fingers pump in and out of me. I'm so close, my breathing growing ragged, my hands gripping his shoulders tightly.

I reach down and grab onto his wrist, my nails digging into his skin as my orgasm crashes over me. “Matt...oh god, Matt...” I moan, my body convulsing in his arms. He continues to finger me through my orgasm, drawing it out as long as possible.

He pulls his hand out of my pants, leaving me feeling empty. But then he reaches for the hem of my sweats and underwear, pulling them both down my legs in one swift motion. I lift my hips to help him, my body still tingling from the aftermath of my orgasm.

He buries his face between my legs, his nose pressing against my heat as he spreads my lips apart with his thumbs. I gasp as his tongue dives into my pussy, licking up every drop of my juices. He pushes my legs back over his shoulders, giving him full access to feast on me.

I reach down and tangle my fingers in his hair, holding on for dear life as his mouth works its magic on me. His tongue delves deep inside, curling up to hit that magical spot. I grind against his face, shamelessly riding his mouth as the pleasure builds again. “Matt...”

“Oh god, Matt...” I moan, my body writhing beneath him as his tongue works tirelessly on me. He brings me right to the edge, only to back off and start all over again. I'm a moaning, begging mess, completely at his mercy. “Please...”

“Please what, baby?” he murmurs against my flesh, his breath hot on my soaked skin. “Please...please don't stop...I'm so close...” I beg, my hands fisting in his hair. He hums against me, the vibrations sending me spiraling out of control. “Matt!”

With a final swipe of his tongue, he sends me hurtling over the edge. I shout his name, my back arching off the bed as waves of pleasure crash over me. He keeps going, drawing out my release until I'm a quivering, boneless mess beneath him.

He finally lifts his head, his face glistening with my juices. I watch through hazy eyes as he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. “You taste so fucking good,” he growls, crawling up my body. I can feel his hard cock pressing against my thigh.

He catches my lips in a searing kiss, allowing me to taste myself on his mouth. As we kiss, I reach down and unbuckle his belt, then slip my hand into his pants to wrap my fingers around his thick, hard length. He groans into my mouth, his hips jerking forward.

I start stroking him, my small hand moving up and down his shaft. He breaks the kiss to throw his head back, his eyes rolling shut as he fucks my hand. “Fuck, yeah...just like that,” he grits out, his fingers digging into my hip.

His movements become more urgent, his hips snapping forward as he thrusts into my hand. I tighten my grip, loving the way his face contorts with pleasure. He suddenly pauses, his breath hitching. “Not like this,” he rasps. “I need to be inside you.”

He grabs my wrist and pulls my hand out of his pants, then shoves his own pants and underwear down his hips. His erection springs free, curving up against his abdomen.

He reaches for the hem of my shirt and pulls it up and over my head, tossing it aside. He quickly dispenses with his own shirt, revealing his toned chest. He leans down to kiss me again, his hands roaming over my bare skin. “No bra? You’re insane.”

He chuckles against my mouth, his hands reaching up to cup my bare breasts. “You're killing me, you know that?” He breaks the kiss to trail his lips down my neck and chest, pausing to lavish attention on each peak. I arch against him, my fingers tangling in his hair.

“Matt...” I whimper as he sucks one hard peak into his mouth, his hand squeezing and massaging my other breast. He lavishes attention on each breast in turn, bringing them to hardened peaks before moving back down my body.

He kisses and caresses every inch of my skin, making me squirm with need. When he settles between my thighs, I wrap my legs around his waist, my heels digging into his backside. He lines himself up with my opening and slowly pushes inside. We both moan at the sensation.

He takes his time, gently rocking his hips as he gradually buries himself to the hilt. Once fully sheathed, he pauses and leans down to kiss me. “You okay, baby?” he murmurs. I nod, my nails scoring his back. “More than okay. Please move...please...”

He starts to move, his hips rocking slowly at first and then picking up speed. He thrusts deep and hard, hitting all the right spots inside me. I meet him thrust for thrust, our bodies moving in perfect sync. The bed creaks and shakes with the force of our lovemaking.

As he continues to thrust into me, a sharp pinch of pain mixes with the pleasure. It's been months since we last did this, and my body has clearly forgotten just how big he is. I gasp, my nails digging into his back. “Fuck...it hurts,”

He pauses mid-thrust, his eyes filled with concern. “Want me to slow down?” he asks. “Or maybe stop?” I shake my head, wrapping my legs tighter around his waist. “No...just...give me a sec...you're just so big...”

I take a deep breath, trying to relax my body and adjust to his size. “It's been a while since I hooked up with anyone,” I admit, my cheeks flushing. “And you were my last...so my body forgot how big you were.”

He smirked, brushing a strand of hair out of my face. “Good,” he murmurs. “Then maybe I should remind you.” He begins to move again, his hips slowly pumping as he gradually eases in and out of me. The pain fades, replaced by warmth and pleasure.

I arch against him, my nails scoring his back as the sensations build inside me. “More...” I whimper, wrapping my legs tighter around his waist. He responds by quickening his pace, his thrusts becoming deeper and more intense. The sound of our bodies slapping together fills the room.

His breathing grows ragged, his face buried in the crook of my neck as he pistons his hips back and forth. “You...feel...so...good...” he pants between thrusts. I can feel the pressure inside me building, coiling tight like a spring ready to snap. “Fuck, Matt...”

I grip his head, my fingers tangled in his hair as he pounds into me harder and faster. My vision starts to blur, the room spinning as he hits that spot inside me just right. “Ah! Matt! Matt, please!” I cry out, my voice hoarse from screaming his name.

He buries his face in my neck, his hot breath sending shivers down my spine as he speaks in a guttural tone. “Fuck, you're so tight...so fucking tight around my cock. I'm gonna fuck you until you can't walk...until you can't think...”

“...Your pussy is the only one I care about, the only one I craved for. I missed your sweet little cries, your desperate pleas for mercy...I missed fucking you senseless until you passed out from exhaustion...I missed being the only one who gets to hear you scream my name...”

“You're mine, and only mine. No one else gets to touch you, to hear your beautiful voice beg for more...no one else gets to see your face twist in pleasure...That's my right, my privilege...and I've missed it so much...” With each word, he thrusts into me harder, his voice growing darker, more possessive.

I'm a moaning, writhing mess beneath him, my body completely his to command. My back arches off the bed as he grinds against me, his hips rolling in a circle as he hits that sweet spot deep inside. “Oh god, Matt! Yes! More! Please, more!”

He responds to my begging by capturing my mouth in a searing kiss, swallowing my cries as he increases his pace. His body slams into mine, each thrust punctuated by a sharp slap of skin against skin. He tears his mouth away from mine, his jaw clenched. “Louder...”

“I want to hear you scream my name for the whole neighborhood. I want them to know who's making you beg for mercy...who's making you fall apart...only me” His hands wrap around my thighs, tilting my hips to take him even deeper. “Matt! Matt, it's too much!”

His answer is to grab my ankles and pull my legs up to my chest, completely changing the angle of his thrusts. The new position has him hitting my g-spot with every stroke, sending me hurtling towards another orgasm. “NO! STOP! I CAN'T...OH FUCK, MATT!”

He grins mischievously, his eyes locked onto mine as he continues to pound into me mercilessly. “You can take it, sweetheart...You can take all of me...Look at me,”

I force my eyes open, meeting his intense gaze as he drives into me. “See how hard you make me? See how much I love fucking you?” His thumb presses against my clit, sending electric shocks through my body.

The combination of his thrusts and his thumb is too much, and I come apart with a scream, my vision blurring as my body shakes with the force of my orgasm. Matt keeps thrusting through my contractions, his own release approaching. “Fuck, fuck, FUCK!”

I reach out and grab his wrist, my nails digging into his skin as another wave of pleasure washes over me. “Matt...I...I can't...” I pant, my body overwhelmed by the intense stimulation. He leans down, his lips brushing against mine as he speaks.

“You can...”

“...And you will...Now, hold on tight...” With that, he begins to move faster, his hips slamming against mine as he chases his own release. The sound of our bodies colliding fills the room, along with our labored breaths and desperate moans.

“Fuck...I need you to ride me...” He gruffly pulls out of me, flipping us over so that I'm straddling him. His hands grasp my hips, lifting me up and guiding me back down onto his cock. “Ride me, baby...”

He leans back against the headboard, his hands gripping my thighs as he watches me intently. I slowly rise and fall on his lap, my hands resting on his chest for balance. His eyes flutter closed as I pick up the pace, his head tilting back against the headboard. “Just like that...”

His hands squeeze my thighs, his fingers flexing against my skin as he tries to guide my movements. “Oh god, Y/N...You're gonna make me lose it...” He lets his head fall forward, his gaze locked onto where our bodies join. “Look at you...taking me so deep...”

I whimper, my nails digging into his chest as I continue to ride him. The sight of my body sliding up and down his cock is incredibly erotic, and I can feel my own arousal growing again. “Touch yourself,” he commands, his voice tight with impending release.

I reach down between my legs, my fingers finding my clit. I start rubbing it in tight circles, the sensation combining with the feeling of his cock inside me pushing me closer and closer to another orgasm. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I chant, my hips bucking wildly against his.

Matt brings his hand down on top of mine, pressing my fingers harder against my flesh. “Come on, sweetheart...show me what you can do...just like that...” His voice is low and commanding, pushing me closer to the edge. “Matt...it's too much...”

Matt increases the pressure, his hand moving my fingers in even faster circles. I arch my back, screaming in ecstasy as the pleasure becomes almost too much to bear. I hold onto his thighs, my nails digging into his skin as I lose control. “MATT! FUCK!”

He slides his hands up my body, resting them on my waist as he leans in, his mouth hovering over my breast. His breath fans over my skin, making me shiver. He sucks a nipple into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the hardened peak as he slams into me from below.

I bring my hands up to rest on top of the headboard, gripping it tightly as Matt pounds into me. My head falls back, my hair cascading down my back as he continues to devour my breasts.

Matt looks up at me, his eyes locked on mine as he continues to fuck me. He pulls back slightly, his mouth leaving my breast with a soft pop. “Look at me,” he commands, his voice husky with desire. I meet his gaze, my eyes glassy with pleasure.

He brings me into a passionate kiss, his tongue tangling with mine as he continues to move inside me. I bring my hand up to his hair, my fingers threading through the brown strands as I lose myself in the moment. “Y/N...” he whispers against my lips, his voice tight with impending release.

As he whispers my name, I melt at the sound, my heart skipping a beat. I loved how he says it, how his voice cracks slightly with emotion, how his lips form the words perfectly. It's like music to my ears, and I craved hearing it more and more with each passing day.

The way he says my name...it's different coming from him. It's passionate, full of need and desire. It's like he's branding me as his, claiming me in the most intimate way possible. And I love it. I love how it makes me feel special, cherished, desired.

Our kiss becomes more heated, our mouths devouring each other as if we can't get enough. His hands grip my hips tightly, his fingers digging into my flesh as he continues to thrust into me. I moan into his mouth, my cries muffled by his kiss.

Matt's movements become more urgent, his hips jerking up to meet mine with each thrust. He pulls away from the kiss, his head thrown back as he moans loudly. “Fuck, I'm close...” His words come out broken, his voice tight with desire.

His hands tighten on my hips, his fingers digging painfully into my flesh as he thrusts into me one last time. He lets out a low growl, his whole body tensing as he finds his release. “Fuck! Y/N!” he moans my name, his voice filled with passion and devotion.

He releases into me, his warmth filling me completely. But with how full I am, some of it spills out. He lets out a shaky breath, his body still trembling with aftershocks. He lays his head back against the headboard, his eyes fluttering closed. “Oh god…”

I giggle softly, seeing Matt so spent and relaxed. His brunette hair is damp with sweat, making it look even darker. The damp strands stick to his forehead, accentuating his chiseled features. He looks so handsome like this, all relaxed and boneless from our passionate encounter.

I shift slightly, intending to move off him, but Matt's hands fly to my hips, stopping me. “No, no baby don’t move,” His voice is low and lazy, his eyes still closed.

I chuckle and lower myself, kissing his jawline before moving to his neck. I mark him with my kisses, my love bites, claiming him as mine. He moans softly, his hands tightening on my hips as he enjoys the attention. “Y/N...” he whispers, his eyes still closed.

His hands roam over my back, his touch gentle and soothing. He runs his fingers through my hair, tugging lightly. I continue to mark his neck and jaw, loving the way he moans my name. “Baby, please...I can't take much more...”

His breathing hitches as I continue to kiss and bite his neck. His grip on my hips tightens, his fingers digging into my flesh. “Y/N, please...baby, you've gotta stop...I can't...I'm going to cum again..” His voice is hoarse, his breathing uneven.

His hips jerk up against me, his hard length pulsing between my thighs. I look at him, his face flushed, his eyes closed, his lashes casting shadows on his cheeks. He looks so vulnerable, so open...and I love it.

Matt's body jerks as he cums again, his hips thrusting up against me with a desperate urgency. There's no space left inside me, so his release spills out onto the bed, a thick stream of cum coating the sheets. I giggle, feeling incredibly full, my pussy stretched to the limit.

I cup his face in my hands, peppering his lips with soft kisses. He grins, his eyes still shut, his face relaxed and content. “Mmm...I love you, sweetheart” he murmurs, his voice lazy and sleepy.

I continue to kiss him, my hands caressing his cheeks. “I love you too” I whisper against his lips. He hums contentedly, his arms wrapping around me, pulling me closer.

I continue planting gentle kisses on his lips, his nose, his cheeks, anywhere I can reach without breaking our embrace. He sighs happily, his eyes still closed, letting me shower him with affection.

Matt finally opens his eyes, looking at me with a soft, loving expression. “Come on, let's clean up.” He carefully picks me up, his hands gently supporting my waist. As he lifts me off him, our combined juices spill out, coating his abdomen and the bed sheets.

He carries me to the bathroom, setting me down on the counter. He grabs a cloth and wipes himself clean, making sure to remove every trace of our intimacy. Once he's done, he turns his attention to me, gently wiping between my legs with a warm cloth.

He turns on the shower, testing the water temperature before helping me in. “I'll join you right now,” he says, his voice gentle. “Let me just put the sheets in the washer and put new ones on the bed.” He gives me a quick kiss before leaving the bathroom.

I step under the spray, sighing happily as the warm water cascades down my body. I lean against the wall, watching as Matt hurries back into the bathroom a few minutes later. He steps into the shower with me, pulling me into his arms. “Mmm...the bed's fresh now”

He tenderly washes my hair and body, taking extra care to clean between my thighs. He rinses me off, his touch gentle and loving. He steps out of the shower and wraps me in a fluffy towel, drying me off thoroughly. “Come on, let's get you into some clothes.”He picks up our discarded clothes from the floor, balled up and thrown haphazardly. He walks across the room to the closet where the washer and dryer are tucked away. He throws our clothes into the washer, starting a load.

He rummages through his dresser, pulling out a t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants. “Here, these should fit you.”He helps me into his clothes, his touch gentle.

He picks up our discarded clothes from the floor, balled up and thrown haphazardly. He walks across the room to the closet where the washer and dryer are tucked away. He throws our clothes into the washer, starting a load.

I sit on the edge of the bed, watching as Matt returns from the closet, his chest still glistening with droplets of water. He's wearing nothing but a low-slung towel around his hips. I admire his physique, his broad chest, lean muscles, and toned abs.

He walks over to his dresser and begins to sort through the drawers, picking out a pair of grey sweats and a black hoodie. As he does, he hears me speak up from the bed. “I always loved how you looked when you came out of the shower with a towel wrapped around your waist, by the way.”

He pauses mid-movement, his head halfway through the hoodie. “Oh really?” he asks, a playful smile tugging at his lips. He finishes pulling the hoodie over his head, his damp hair peeking out from the hood.

“I always admired you whenever we had hookups back then each time made me fall more in love with you” I admited. Matt steps closer to me, standing between my knees. He reaches down and gently tilts my chin up, forcing me to meet his gaze. “Is that so?”he murmurs.

I nod, my heart racing in my chest. Matt's eyes sparkle with amusement as he leans in, his smirk against my lips. “Good thing you'll be seeing me more often now, so admire how much you want,” he teases, his warm breath fanning over my face.

I can feel his smile against my lips, and I'm drowning in his eyes. “More often?” I repeat, my voice barely above a whisper. Matt nods, his lips brushing against mine gently. “A lot more often,” he whispers back, his hands resting on my knees.

“Because you're mine now,” Matt says, his voice low and possessive. “Something I should've said a long time ago.” His grip on my knees tightens, pulling me closer to him. “And I won't be so blind this time.”

I gasp softly at his words, and Matt takes advantage, pressing his lips to mine in a searing kiss. His hands slide from my knees to my thighs, his touch firm and gentle. I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him closer as our kiss deepens.

We break apart, our breaths heavy and entwined. Matt rests his forehead against mine, his eyes fluttering shut. “Let's get some sleep,” he murmurs, his voice hoarse. He steps back, releasing his hold on me, and offers me his hand. “Come on.”

As we're settling into bed, the door to Matt's room bursts open. “Matt, what did I tell you about leaving the weed out?!” Chris, exclaims, storming into the room. Matt groans, flopping back onto his pillow.

As Chris is about to launch into another lecture, he notices I was there with Matt. “Y/N… nice seeing you back around here. Did my dumbass brother apologize for what he did?” he asks, crossing his arms. Matt groans louder.

“Yeah, he did,” I responded. “Don't worry, if he hadn't, you wouldn't be seeing me anywhere near this house.” Matt grumbles something under his breath. Chris smirks. “Good, thought I was going to lose my best friend because my shitty brother can’t think about anyone’s feelings except his own”

Chris says, still smirking. “Glad to see you two worked things out.” He starts to leave the room, then pauses at the doorway. “And Matt?”

Matt looks over at him. “Don't leave the weed out if you're going to be fucking for so long, guessing that’s what you both did to make up” Chris says, wagging his eyebrows suggestively.

Matt sits up and glares at Chris. “Chris, get the fuck out!” he yells. “Alright alright no need to yell it’s 5 in the morning, Goodnight or should I say Goodmorning.” And with that, he pulls the door shut behind him. Matt looks over at me, rolling his eyes.

I look back at Matt, stunned. “We fucked for two hours?” I ask, my voice barely above a whisper. Matt chuckles, pulling me back into his arms. “It would seem so,” he says, nuzzling my neck.

I sigh contentedly, my hands finding their way into Matt's hair as we drift off to sleep. His breathing evens out, and his body relaxes around mine. Outside, the birds begin to sing, signaling the start of a new day.

a/n: THANK YOU FOR 300 FOLLOWERS!!

THIS IS A MORE LONGER ONE-SHOT THAN MY OTHERS

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𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒 & 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐓. 𝐒 | 𝐓𝐎𝐏𝐈𝐀 𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐒

NSFW!! | 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑─𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐊

₊⊹⁀➴ : Matt, Chris, and Y/N are nestled on the couch, absorbed in their movie marathon. As the film continues, Chris proposes a new twist to their evening by suggesting a game where Y/N has to stay completely silent while they try to make her react to their touch. With a mischievous glint in his eye, Chris and Matt begin their playful attempts, their touches and teasing becoming more intimate and flirtatious.

𝐀 𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐇𝐋𝟔𝐕𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐄-𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓 𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋

˚⊱🦌⊰˚ : 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐞𝐳𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬. Matt rested his arm on the back of the couch behind my shoulders while Chris leaned back with his legs propped up on the coffee table in front of us. The three of us had settled in for a movie marathon, the quiet hum of the television providing a familiar background noise. It was all rather comfortable and domestic, until Chris suddenly spoke up.

“Hey, I have an idea,” he said, looking over at us with a smirk on his face. Matt shifted slightly, turning his gaze to Chris with an eyebrow raised.

Matt shot a look at Chris, rolling his eyes before replying. “Whatever it is, it's probably going to be stupid,” he said, a hint of skepticism in his tone.

Chris chuckled, unfazed by Matt's skepticism. “Oh come on, it's going to be fun.” He leaned in closer to me, his voice dropping to a playful whisper. “Y/N, I have a challenge for you.”

I turned my attention towards Chris, my curiosity piqued. “A challenge?” I echoed, my eyes flickering between him and Matt.

Chris smirked, his gaze locking onto mine. “Yeah, I want to see how long you can stay silent while we try to make you react to our touch,” he said, his voice taking on a low, challenging tone.

Matt shot Chris a disapproving look, a hint of annoyance in his voice. “Chris, no, let's not do that,” he protested, shaking his head.

Chris rolled his eyes at Matt's response, not backing down. “C'mon, Matt, it'll be fun,” he retorted, a hint of mischief in his tone. “It's like being tickled, just a game.”

Matt still looked dubious, his eyes flickering towards me before returning to Chris. “I don't know if it's a good idea,” he said, his voice laced with concern. “We don't want to make her uncomfortable or anything.”

I couldn't help but be intrigued by Chris's proposal. It sounded like a bit of harmless fun, afterall. Besides, I didn't think they could actually make me react. I turned towards Chris, a confident smirk on my face. “Alright, I accept the challenge. I'm sure I can keep silent no matter what you do.”

Chris's smirk widened at my response, his eyes sparkling with excitement. “Oh really? You think you can handle it?” he taunted, his gaze locked onto mine.

Matt shot me a worried glance, his eyes narrowing as he looked between me and Chris. “Are you sure about this?” he cautioned, his voice laced with concern.

I nodded my head firmly, determination in my eyes. “I'm sure,” I replied confidently.

Matt sighed, looking unconvinced but reluctantly giving in. “Fine,” he relented, his gaze flicking between me and Chris. “Just... tell us to stop if it gets too much, alright?”

I nodded in agreement, my body tense with anticipation. Chris and Matt exchanged a brief glance before their hands reached for me. They started softly at first, their fingers gently caressing my sides, their touch light and teasing. I couldn't help but squirm a little, fighting back the laugh that threatened to escape my lips.

They stopped their tickling, giving me a moment to catch my breath. Chris looked at me, a smirk on his face as he asked, “Think you can keep going?”

I took a deep breath, steeling myself for more. Then, with a stubborn nod, I signaled that I was ready. They resumed their tickling, this time digging in a little deeper. The sensation was more intense now, making me bite my lip to hold back a laugh.

Once again, they paused, their hands drawing away from my sides. Chris's voice was low, almost sultry, as he asked, “How can we make you lose?”

I took a shaky breath, trying to regain my composure, when suddenly I felt Chris lean in closer to me. His head was near my neck, his breath hot against my skin. “I have an idea,” he whispered huskily into my ear.

I could feel the heat radiating from his body as he spoke, his voice a low, sultry murmur. “How about we try this instead hmm?” he repeated, his breath sending a shiver down my spine.

His head was still near my neck, but now his lips ghosted over my skin, tracing a soft, feather-light path along my jawline. The sensation was unlike anything I had felt before, a mix of tickling and teasing that sent a jolt of electricity through my body.

As I was reeling from the sensation of Chris's touches, I felt another hand on my thigh. I looked down to see Matt's hand gently caressing my skin, his touch firm but tender.

I looked over at Matt, my eyes meeting his for a moment. His eyes were dark, his gaze locked on me as his hand continued its steady, deliberate movement.

Matt's hand continued its steady movement on my thigh, his touch sending tingles through my body. “We can stop now, just say the word,” he said, his voice laced with an undercurrent of desire.

I shook my head slightly, my body still buzzing from the sensations. “No,” I whispered, my voice shaky. “Keep going.”

As Chris's lips continued their slow, deliberate descent towards my neck, and Matt's hand still roaming across my thigh, I couldn't deny it anymore— I was enjoying this. The sensations were like nothing I had ever experienced before, a delicious mix of pleasure and torment that was driving me wild.

As Chris's kisses on my neck continued, they were suddenly joined by another pair of lips— Matt's. He leaned in, capturing my mouth in a soft, lingering kiss. His lips were gentle, almost reverent, as they moved against mine.

I was instantly lost in the sensation, my head spinning as I felt two mouths working their magic on me at the same time.

As Matt reluctantly pulled away from the kiss, I was greeted by a new sensation— the feeling of Chris's hand on my face. He had turned my head to face him, his eyes locked onto mine with an intensity that was almost mesmerizing.

Without a word, without any preamble, his lips were on mine, his kiss rough and demanding. It was like he was pouring all his desire and hunger into a single, searing moment of connection.

As Chris continued to kiss me, his tongue seeking entry, I felt another set of hands on my shirt, pulling it down to reveal my shoulder. Matt's mouth found the exposed flesh, his lips and teeth leaving a trail of kisses and nips across my skin. My senses were on overload, the dual sensations of Chris's relentless kisses and Matt's exploring mouth overwhelming me.

I felt myself becoming increasingly lost in the sensations building up within me. I was being consumed by the heat, the desire, the need that was building with every kiss, every touch. Chris broke the kiss, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he tried to catch his breath.

Chris's hand trailed down my body, his fingers tracing a fiery path along my skin until he reached the hem of my shirt. He tugged gently at the fabric, his eyes flickering towards Matt for a brief moment.

Matt, still nuzzling my neck, caught Chris's signal and his own hand joined the fray. Together, their hands slowly started to pull my shirt up and off of me, exposing more and more of my skin to their hungry gazes.

As my shirt fell to the floor, discarded and forgotten, I felt a flush of heat creeping up my chest, spreading across my skin like wildfire. The cool air of the room hit my bare skin, making me shiver slightly as both Chris and Matt's gazes roamed over me, their eyes taking in every inch of my exposed body.

Chris's lips were firm and insistent as they made their way down my collarbones, stopping to give sharp little nips on my skin. Meanwhile, Matt had pulled me into a kiss, his tongue delving deep into my mouth, stealing my breath away.

The sensations were overwhelming, my body caught between the rough, almost feral kisses from Chris and the more restrained, careful kisses from Matt. It was a delicious contradiction, a maddening mix of tenderness and aggression that had me reeling.

Chris's hands and lips continued their journey down my body, his mouth leaving a trail of love bites and kisses on my chest. Each bite stung deliciously, a sharp pain that was soon soothed by his gentle tongue, his mouth working to ease the hurt and turn it into pure pleasure.

As I moaned into Matt's mouth, lost in the sensation, I heard Chris let out a low chuckle. I turned to see him wearing a smug, self-satisfied smirk, the sound of my pleasure confirming his suspicion that he had won the challenge.

He leaned in close to my ear, his voice a low, sultry whisper. “Looks like we won, ma,” he said, his breath hot against my skin.

As Chris whispered in my ear, his voice still laced with a hint of triumph, he didn’t hesitate to continue. “But now let's see if you can handle us both in something else,” he murmured, his tone suggesting a playful challenge.

I could feel both of them shifting position, their bodies pressing closer to mine, surrounding me from both sides. I was trapped between them, their touch becoming more demanding, more intense.

As I felt myself being surrounded by Matt and Chris, their bodies closing in on me from both sides, I heard a soft, sultry voice in my ear.

“Think you can handle both of us, sweetheart?” Matt whispered, his breath hot against my skin.

My body quivered at his words, a shiver running down my spine. I could feel their presence on either side of me, their touch a constant buzz of electricity that sent my senses spinning.

I took a deep breath, steeling myself for what was to come. “I can take it,” I said, my voice firm but laced with a hint of trembling.

Chris's voice was low and appreciative as he heard my response. “Good girl,” he murmured, his lips brushing against my ear.

Matt and Chris both latched onto my neck at the same time, their mouths claiming the sensitive skin there. The sensation was overwhelming, their tongues and teeth working in tandem to leave a trail of kisses, nips, and bites on my flesh.

I reached my hands up, grasping their heads and pulling them closer to my neck. My fingers dug into their hair, holding them tight against me as they left a trail of kisses and teasing bites on my skin.

Their lips and tongue's moved hungrily over my throat, their hands roaming over my body, their touches growing more and more possessive with each passing moment.

It was the kind of bold, dominant move that was typical of Chris. He grabbed my hand, his grip firm, and placed it on his bulge, letting me feel the hardness straining against his jeans.

I was so engrossed in the sensation of Matt's lips on my neck that I barely registered Chris's hand guiding mine to his crotch. I felt the heat and hardness through his jeans, a stark contrast to the gentle kisses Matt was planting on my skin.

Chris's breath hitched as he spoke, his voice low and husky. “Look what you do to me,” he muttered, his eyes locked onto ours with a mix of frustration and desire. His hand tightened around mine, urging me to squeeze his bulge, to feel the extent of his arousal.

Chris's hand, still entwined with mine, slid up to his chest, encouraging me to explore. “Don't be shy to touch us” he murmured.

With a newfound boldness, I reached out with both hands, one for Chris and one for Matt. I gently squeezed their hardened forms through their jeans, eliciting groans from them both. Chris's chest rose and fell rapidly, his breathing growing heavier with each touch.

Matt threw his head back against the couch, a low moan escaping his lips. Chris's face contorted with pleasure, his jaw clenched, and a deep, guttural groan resonated from his chest.

I stood up, my heart racing with excitement, and quickly removed the rest of my clothing— the comfy sweats and underwear. Feeling bold and eager, I sat back down in the middle of Chris and Matt, my naked body sandwiched between their clothed forms.

I leaned in, closing the short distance between Chris and myself, placing a tender kiss on his lips. A wave of desire washed over us as our bodies pressed closer together. Breaking the connection, I turned to Matt and repeated the action, feeling the same spark of attraction ignite within me.

My hands found their way to the hems of their shirts, my fingers toying with the fabric. I looked at Chris, then at Matt, silently asking for permission. They both nodded eagerly, their eyes filled with anticipation.

I slowly began to lift their shirts, revealing toned abdominal muscles. Chris helped me, pulling his shirt off completely and tossing it aside. Matt followed suit, their bare chests now on full display, rising and falling with their heavy breaths.

My lips found Chris's neck, kissing and sucking on his warm skin. My right hand, however, reached for Matt's belt, slowly unbuckling it. I wanted to ensure that neither of them felt left out, that both were engaged and desired equally.

As I continued to kiss Chris's neck, my other hand reached out to run through his hair, tangling my fingers in the soft strands. Meanwhile, my hand on Matt's belt worked to free him from his pants, my fingers deftly undoing the button and zipper.

Once I had managed to free Matt from his pants, my hand wandered down, sliding underneath the fabric of his boxers and gently stroking him. My lips parted and my breaths became shallow, causing soft moans to escape as I continued to explore Chris' neck with my mouth.

Chris and Matt let out soft moans, their bodies reacting to the touch and attention. Chris, feeling my lips on his neck, turned his head slightly, his mouth seeking mine. I reached out, capturing his lips in a deep, passionate kiss, all while continuing to stroke Matt through his boxers.

As I began to pull away from Chris, his mouth chasing after mine, I found myself suddenly pressed against Matt's lips. Our kiss was just as passionate as the one with Chris had been, my hand still working him with slow, deliberate strokes.

I pulled back from Matt, my breath hitching as I reached for Chris's belt, my eyes locked onto his. However, before I could even begin to unbuckle it, Matt grabbed my head, turning my face towards him and capturing my lips once more, his kisses urgent and demanding

I gasped into the kiss, my fingers trembling as I tried to continue unbuckling Chris's belt. As we continued to kiss, Matt's grip on my head tightened, holding me in place as he plundered my mouth.

Finally, I managed to free Chris's belt from the loops of his jeans. He didn't waste any time and quickly shoved them down, revealing his growing arousal. I reached out with my fingers, lightly tracing them over his length, eliciting a low moan from him.

“Please,” Chris groaned, his voice laced with desperation. Matt's grip on my head tightened briefly before he released me, allowing me to turn my attention to Chris fully. I wrapped my fingers around his hot, hard flesh, pumping my hand slowly as I leaned in to kiss his chest.

I stroked both Chris and Matt's lengths simultaneously, my hand moving up and down in a slow, deliberate motion. Chris's moans grew louder as I tightened my grip, while Matt's eyes rolled back in bliss, his hands reaching out to grasp my arms. “Fuck, yeah,”

Chris managed to gasp out, his hips bucking slightly into my hand. Matt, still holding onto my arms, pulled me closer, his mouth finding mine in a hungry kiss. I continued to stroke them both, my movements becoming faster and more urgent as the tension in the room reached a boiling point.

I dropped to my knees in front of Matt, his thick length springing free from his boxers. I wrapped my lips around the head, sucking gently as I began to stroke Chris's shaft with my free hand. Matt's hands tangled in my hair, guiding my head as he started to thrust into my mouth.

“Oh god, yes... That's it, just like that,” Matt panted, his grip on my hair tightening. His words spurred me on, and I took more of him into my mouth, my head bobbing up and down in rhythm with my hand stroking Chris.

“Please... Please, don't stop,” Matt begged, his voice hoarse. But I ignored his pleas, instead focusing on Chris. I wrapped my lips around his shaft, bobbing my head up and down as I continued to pump Matt with my hand.

Matt's breathing grew shallow, his hips jerking as he reached his peak. He spilled into my hand with a hoarse moan, his body shuddering with release. Meanwhile, Chris's moans grew louder, his voice thick with desire. “You're... you're gonna make me... Oh god...”

I squeezed Matt's cock, milking every last drop of his climax from him as I continued to suck Chris off. Chris's moans reached a fever pitch, his hands fisting in my hair as he struggled to hold back. “Fuck, fuck, FUCK!”

Chris's release hit the back of my throat, hot and salty. I swallowed it down greedily, savoring the taste of him on my tongue. When I finally pulled off his cock, I looked up at him with a smirk. “Good?”

Chris's lips curled into a satisfied smile as he reached down to stroke my cheek with his thumb. “Perfect,” he purred, leaning down to claim my lips in a deep, passionate kiss.

“How about you show Matt some love now?” Chris suggested, his voice low and sultry. I rose to my feet and sauntered over to Matt, who was slumped against the couch, his eyes heavy-lidded with satisfaction.

I straddled his lap, my hands looping around his neck as I ground my hips against his. Matt's hands gripped my thighs, his touch firm and possessive. “You're so hard for me already,” I whispered, my breath hot against his ear.

I reached between us and grasped Matt's thick cock, guiding it towards my entrance. I slowly sank down onto his length, my walls stretching to accommodate his girth. Matt's hands gripped my waist, holding me in place as his head hit the back of the couch.

“Oh god... You're so tight,” Matt hissed through gritted teeth, his fingers digging into my flesh. I moaned softly, my nails biting into his shoulders as I continued to sink down onto him. “That's it, sweetheart... Take all of me,”

Chris leaned in, his lips brushing against the side of my neck as he whispered, “You look so pretty with Matt's cock buried inside you.” His warm breath sent shivers down my spine, and I tilted my head to the side, giving him better access to my neck. His hands slid around my waist, his touch gentle as he began to massage my breasts. I whimpered, the double stimulation driving me wild. “Chris... Matt... It's... It's too much...”

“Too much is just right, isn't it?” Chris murmured, his voice dark and sultry as he continued to knead my breasts. Matt's grip on my hips tightened, his moans growing louder as I slowly lifted myself up and sank back down onto his lap. “Fuck, sweetheart...”

“He loves the way you ride him,” Chris said, his breath hot against my ear. “Look at him... He's powerless beneath you.” I glanced down at Matt, his face contorted with pleasure as he continued to moan and grip my hips. “And look at me...”

“...watching you take what's yours. You're in control, ma. Show us both just how much you can handle.” His words spurred me on, and I began to move faster, my hips rising and falling in a smooth rhythm as I took Matt deeper and deeper.

Chris leaned in and claimed my mouth in a passionate kiss, his tongue dancing with mine as Matt's grip on my hips tightened. With a final, shuddering moan, Matt buried his face in my chest and came, his whole body convulsing with the force of his release.

I moaned into Chris's mouth, the kiss breaking only when he pulled away with a smirk. I quickly turned to Matt, grabbing his face and kissing him deeply, my tongue exploring his mouth as he lay there, panting and spent.

Chris sat back down on the couch, his eyes hooded as I climbed off Matt's lap. Matt's spend spilled out as I stood up, coating his thighs and dripping onto the floor. He let out a contented sigh, his limbs heavy and relaxed. “Come here, Ma,”

Chris beckoned me over, his hand wrapped around the base of his own erection. I obeyed, straddling his lap and slowly lowering myself onto his hard length. He grunted, his hips bucking upward as he sheathed himself fully inside me. “That's it, just like that,”

I threw my head back and moaned loudly as I took Chris all the way to the root. He was thicker and longer than Matt, stretching me wider than I'd ever been before. “Chris... Fuck!” I whimpered, my nails digging into his shoulders for support.

As Chris began to move beneath me, I rode him hard and fast. The friction sending waves of pleasure through my body. Matt lay beside us, his chest still heaving with exertion. His gaze was glazed over as he watched us intently.

Chris and I both moaned in unison, the sound echoing through the room. Our bodies slapping together with each thrust, the sight of Matt watching us only adding to the intensity. Chris reached up and grabbed my breast, squeezing it roughly as he pounded up into me. “Fuck, you're so tight!”

Chris let out a low growl as he grabbed my hips and pulled me off him, spinning me around to face the opposite direction. Matt stood up from the couch, his cock at perfect eye-level for me. I looked up at him and licked my lips before wrapping my mouth around his length.

Chris positioned himself at my entrance, and with one swift motion he thrust up inside me. I gasped around Matt's cock as Chris filled me completely. Matt let out a strangled moan and tangled his fingers in my hair as I began to bob my head up and down on him.

As Chris pumped into me from behind, I focused on Matt, taking him deep into my throat and swirling my tongue around his sensitive tip. He groaned encouragement above me, his thighs quivering with restraint. “That's it, just like that... you look so perfect like this, taking both of us...”

Chris reached around me and palmed my breast, rolling my nipple between his fingers in time with his thrusts. I moaned around Matt's cock, sending vibrations through him. I was overwhelmed by this wave of pleasure that washed over me and I could feel myself nearing the edge.

I couldn't hold back any longer. With a muffled scream around Matt's thickness, I shattered, my body convulsing between the two men. Chris roared behind me, burying his face in my shoulder as he came hard. Matt followed soon after, spilling into my mouth with a hoarse shout.

Chris slumped against me, his breathing hot against my neck. He pressed his lips to my skin and whispered, “Think you can handle us both in the same hole?” My eyes widened briefly, but the idea sent a thrill through my spent body.

I looked up at Matt, who was watching us with a hungry gaze, before turning my head to look at Chris. He smiled, his eyes gleaming with mischief. I swallowed hard, my heart pounding in my chest.

Could I really do it? Take both of them inside me at the same time?

“We'll go slow,” Matt promised, his voice gentle. Chris nodded in agreement, his hand sliding down to my lower abdomen possessively. “We won't hurt you,” he murmured, pressing soft kisses along my shoulder. I took a deep breath, considering their words, my body warming to the idea.

I nodded tentatively, trusting them despite the magnitude of what they were suggesting. Matt's face broke into a grin, while Chris let out a pleased rumble.

I carefully slipped off of Chris, my legs shaky as I got up, feeling their combined juices slipping out of me and trickling down my inner thighs. Chris, noticing my struggle, quickly stood up and swept me into his arms in a bridal style carry.

Chris carried me to Matt's bedroom, with Matt following close behind, his eyes fixed on where I was cradled in Chris's arms. Gently, Chris laid me down on Matt's bed.

Chris looked at Matt and then back at me, a thoughtful expression on his face. “I think we're going to need to stretch you out a bit more to fit both of us comfortably,” he said, his hands gently spreading my legs apart, showing off my vulnerable position.

As Chris spoke, his hands slowly glided down my body, caressing my curves, until they reached my hips. He leaned down, pressing soft kisses along my collarbone, and down my chest, his touch gentle yet electric. His fingers slowly spread my folds, exposing me to his gaze and Matt's.

Matt climbed onto the bed, positioning himself on the left side of me. He leaned down, his lips meeting mine in a passionate kiss, as Chris continued to explore my body with his skilled hands.

Chris's fingers slowly entered me, stretching me wider as his hot mouth latched onto my peak, suckling and teasing with his tongue. I moaned into Matt's kiss, my fingers gripping Chris's hair tightly, holding him in place as the pleasure intensified.

Matt broke the kiss, his hands reaching up to fondle my breast, his thumb rubbing over my hardened nipple as Chris continued to devour my pussy. The dual sensations were overwhelming, and I found myself arching my back, pushing my breast into Matt's hand and my hips against Chris's face.

Matt took my breast into his mouth, sucking hard on the nipple while his hand massaged my other breast. Chris, not to be outdone, added a second finger to my pussy, scissoring them apart to stretch me even further as he continued to lick and suck my clit.

I couldn't help but moan out loud, my body trembling with pleasure at the attention. Chris lifted his head, looking up at me with a wicked grin as he added a third finger to my pussy, stretching me even further.

Matt released my breast from his mouth, kissing up my neck until he reached my ear. He whispered huskily, “Do you like that, sweetheart?” I could only nod, unable to form words as the pleasure coursed through me.

Suddenly, I felt my climax approaching, and I grabbed a handful of Chris's hair, holding him in place as I pushed my hips against his face. “Fuck, fuck, FUCK!” I screamed, my body shaking violently as I came hard, my pussy clenching around Chris's fingers.

Chris eagerly licked and sucked at my folds, cleaning up my release as I lay boneless and spent on the bed. Chris looked over at Matt with a smirk. “Want a taste?”he offered.

Matt eagerly got off the bed and knelt between my spread thighs. Chris moved out of the way, watching intently as Matt buried his face in my folds, licking and sucking until he had cleaned every last bit of my essence.

I brought my hand to Matt's hair, tangling my fingers in the soft strands as he feasted on my spent flesh. Chris watched with a hungry gaze. “She tastes so sweet, doesn't she?” he remarked, his voice low and filled with desire.

Matt paused to reply, “Like honey,” before diving back in, his tongue delving into my creases and lapping at my puffy lips.

Matt finally lifted his head, his face shiny with my essence. He crawled back onto the bed and lay down behind me, his arms wrapping around my waist. Chris positioned himself between my spread thighs.

Chris lifted my left leg, draping it over his shoulder as he aligned himself with my core. Matt's hands gripped my hips from behind, entering the same hole as Chris. They both slowly pushed forward, filling me completely and stretching me deliciously.

“Oh fuck, you're so deep,” I moaned, my back arching as both boys buried themselves inside me. Chris started thrusting, his hips slamming against my thigh as he pounded into me. Matt's movements were slower, his long strokes reaching deeper into my core.

Chris picked up speed with each thrust. Matt followed suit, his thick cock pistoning in and out of my dripping cunt. The dual penetration was overwhelming, and I felt like I was going to split in half. “Yes, yes, fuck me like that!”

Their movements became synchronised, both of them pushing inside me at the same time, only to pull back and push forward again together. The sensation was indescribable, a perfect harmony of pleasure that had me writhing between them. “More,” I panted,

As they continued to pound into me, I couldn't help but think about how perfectly they fit inside me. The fact that these were my best friends fucking me senselessly only added to the wrongness of it all.

It should have felt like a betrayal, a line crossed that could never be uncrossed. And yet, it felt so good, so incredibly right. Their combined heat, their dual rhythm, the way they filled me so completely— it was heaven. I bit my lip, torn between guilt and bliss.

“Look at me,” Chris growled, his hand wrapping around my chin and forcing my head up. His eyes bored into mine as they continued to thrust into me in unison. “We're best friends, and we're sharing you like this. Isn't that messed up?”

“Using you like the little slut you are,” Chris grunted, his hips snapping forward with each word. Matt's arms tightened around my waist, his hands splayed possessively over my stomach. He leaned forward, his breath hot against my neck as he whispered, “You love it, don't you?”

I would've answered, but the overwhelming sensation of both of them moving inside me rendered me speechless. My mouth hung open, silent moans escaping as they continued their relentless pace.

Chris's fingers dug into my thigh, his breathing ragged as he pounded into me. “She's so tight, Matt. She's milking us both so good.” Matt's response was a low growl, his teeth sinking into the flesh of my neck.

The room was filled with the wet sound of our bodies coming together, punctuated by the slapping of skin against skin. I was a writhing mess in their arms, pleasure building inside me, coiling tighter and tighter.

Chris reached down, his thumb pressing against my bottom lip. “Open up,” he commanded. I parted my lips, and he slid his thumb inside my mouth. Behind me, Matt's tattooed arm came around, his fingers finding my swollen nub and rubbing in tight circles.

With every thrust, Chris pushed his thumb deeper into my mouth, mimicking the motion of his hips. Matt's skilled fingers drove me wild, the dual stimulation pushing me closer to the edge. I was moaning around Chris's thumb.

I reached down and grabbed Matt's tattooed forearm. He didn't skip a beat, his fingers continuing to tease me as I dug my nails into his skin. Chris pulled his thumb from my mouth, replacing it with his lips.

He kissed me hard, his tongue delving into my mouth in rhythm with their thrusts. I could taste myself on his lips, the saltiness spurring me on. Matt's fingers sped up, his arm taut under my grasp.

They picked up the pace, their hips slamming together in a frantic rhythm. I saw stars, my vision blurring as the pressure built to a breaking point. Chris's kiss grew more desperate, his hands gripping my face as Matt's fingers worked magic on my clit.

“Fuck, she's so tight,” Matt grunted, his fingers moving furiously. Chris broke the kiss to growl in my ear, “You're gonna cum so hard, Ma. We’re gonna fuck you until you can't walk.”

They were relentless, their filthy words and the friction of their bodies sending me spiraling over the edge. Every nerve ending was alight as my orgasm washed over me, waves of pleasure crashing through me.

I grabbed Chris's shoulders, my nails digging into his flesh as I convulsed between them. “Please,” I begged, my voice reduced to a whimpering mess. “More, please, Chris. Matt. Harder. Oh god, please.” My words were punctuated by moans and gasps, my body convulsing between theirs.

I kissed Chris feverishly, pouring all my passion and desperation into the kiss. Then I pulled away, turning my head to find Matt's mouth with my own. He growled against my lips, his hand coming up to grab my wrist and pull my hand back to his head.

His fingers once again finding that sensitive spot between my thighs. “You can take more, can't you, sweetheart?” he growled against my mouth.

I whimpered my affirmation, my body bucking against their touch as they continued to stretch and fill me. Their hands and mouths were everywhere, driving me to heights I'd never known. “Harder,” I panted, “Please”

“Harder... oh god, harder!” I cried out, my voice echoing in the room. The bed shook beneath us, their powerful hips snapping back and forth as they drove into me with feverish intensity. “I'm... I'm gonna... oh god, I'm gonna...”

“Cum for us, baby,” Chris murmured against my mouth, his hips bucking up as Matt's fingers pressed down. Sandwiched between them, I shattered. My back arched, my head falling back onto Matt's shoulder as I screamed out my release.

As I trembled through my orgasm, Chris and Matt didn't slow down. They kept pounding into me, their movements becoming even more frantic. I could feel them both getting close, their thrusts becoming brutal as they chased their own releases.

“Ma... so good...” Chris panted, his face buried in my neck. Matt groaned against my back, “So tight... can't... hold... back...” Their words were broken, their voices strained as they neared the edge.

“Come on, baby.” I whispered to Chris, my hands reaching up to tangle in his hair. I pulled him down for a hard kiss as Matt's fingers dug into my hips. With one final thrust, they both came undone.

“Fuck!” Chris cried out, his voice muffled against my mouth as he found his release. Matt's grip on my hips tightened painfully as he grunted against my back, “Shit!” The room filled with the sounds of their heavy breathing and mutual moans as they came down from their high.

I could feel their warm releases fill me, my insides seeming to pulse with the force of their orgasms. The three of us collapsed onto the bed in a tangle of limbs, sweaty and panting.

With a few final thrusts, both Chris and Matt pulled out of me, their hot breaths mingling with my own. As they did, a flood of liquid spilled out of me and onto Matt's bedsheets, the wet spot growing larger with each drip.

Chris let out a low whistle, eyeing the mess on Matt's bed. “Looks like we made a real mess of your sheets, Matt,” he chuckled. Matt groaned in response, flopping back onto the pillows with an arm thrown over his eyes. “I’ll clean them later”

I snuggled up against Matt's side, my hand reaching up to gently pry his arm off his face. “You did great” I murmured softly. He peeked open one eye, his expression lazy and content. I leaned in to kiss him gently, smiling against his lips.

He returned the kiss, his arms wrapping around me to pull me closer. “You weren't so bad yourself” he mumbled, nuzzling into my neck. Chris scooted in on the other side, sandwiching me between them.

I turned my head to the side, pressing a soft kiss to Chris's lips. He smiled against my mouth, his arm wrapping around my waist to pull me against him. The three of us lay there in a tangle of arms and legs, the sound of our combined breaths filling the room.

[freshl6ve]

𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐓. 𝐒 | 𝐌𝐘 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑─𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐊

₊⊹⁀➴ : Matt casually asked Y/N if she could take some photos of him for fun. As Y/N lifted the camera to snap a few shots, she couldn’t help but feel distracted by how strikingly handsome he looked. The way his outfit framed his broad shoulders and how the sunlight caught the gleam in his eyes made her heart race. With every picture she took, it became harder for her to focus, her breath catching as she realized just how attractive he was in that moment.

⭑.ᐟ : SMUT!, bf!mattxfem!reader, car sex, oral (m/f receiving), dirty talk, unprotected sex (be safe!), pet names (baby, sweetheart)

𝐀 𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐇𝐋𝟔𝐕𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐄-𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓 𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋

˚⊱🪄⊰˚ : 𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐩 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐦𝐲 𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐧. I couldn't help but notice how good he looked in his casual attire, and how the sunlight streaming in through the windows highlighted the striking color of his eyes.

“Hey,” I said, trying to keep my voice casual. “What's up?”

Matt didn't seem to noticed my reaction and just smiled at me. “I actually have a favor to ask you,” he said, leaning against the counter.

“Sure, what do you need?” I asked, setting my phone down and giving him my full attention.

“Well, I was wondering if you could take some photos of me for fun,” he said, running a hand through his hair. “You know, just some casual shots to post on instagram.”

I smiled and nodded. “Sure, I'd love to take some photos for you,” I said. “Where were you thinking of taking them?”

Matt thought for a moment before saying, “I was thinking we could take some near the pallets and trees outside. It's a nice, natural setting, and the light will be perfect.”

I agreed, and we made our way outside to the area he had mentioned. As we walked, I couldn't help but steal glances at him, admiring how handsome he looked in the sunlight.

Once we reached the pallets and trees, Matt turned around and asked me, “How's this look? Do you think this is a good spot for the photos?”

I looked up from my camera to see him standing there, his body framed perfectly by the pallets and trees behind him.

I nodded, my voice almost cracking in my throat as I spoke. “Yeah, this is perfect,” I said, trying to sound casual. I held up my phone and opened the camera app, getting ready to start taking photos.

Matt struck a few poses for me, the sunlight on his face making him look even more attractive. As I snapped the photos, I found myself studying him more and more, my heart racing with each click of a button.

I tried my best to focus on the photos, but I couldn’t help but be distracted by how good he looked. His broad shoulders, his strong jaw, and those striking eyes all captivated me. I found myself taking more and more photos than I needed, wanting to capture every angle of him.

Every now and then, I glanced up from the camera to look at him, and each time, our eyes met, making my heart skip a beat. The more photos I took, the more it became clear that I wanted him.

After some time, we finally finished the photoshoot. I looked through the photos, my heart still racing. They all looked perfect, each one capturing a different angle of his handsome face.

I approached Matt, holding my phone out to show him the photos. “What do you think?” I asked, my heart still racing from the photoshoot.

He took the phone from me and started swiping through the photos, his eyes scanning each one. “Wow, these look great,” he said, seemingly impressed.

He looked me in the eyes as he handed the phone back to me, a small smile on his lips. “Can you send all of them to me, please?” he asked, his voice soft yet firm.

I nodded, feeling my heart skip a beat as I sent each photo to his phone. Once I was finished, I put my phone in my pocket and looked back up at him.

I reached out and touched the fabric of his jean jacket, trying to keep my cool. “I didn't know this was a Prada jacket at first,” I said, running my fingers down the soft material.

Matt smiled and nodded. “Yeah, it is. I got a few months ago,” he said, seeming proud of the piece.

I continued to touch the jacket, feeling the soft yet rugged material under my fingers. “It looks really nice,” I said, my voice softening as I looked up at him. “It suits you.”

Matt looked down at me, his gaze intense and unwavering. “Yeah?” he echoed, the corner of his lips turning up in a smirk.

I nodded, my voice barely above a whisper. “Mhm,” I replied as my hands slowly moved down his chest to his belt loops, pulling him closer to me. He looked down at me, his eyes searching my face.

I looked up at him and whispered, “I'm starting to think you shouldn't post those photos because of how good you look.” As the words left my lips, I realized how close we were standing, how his body was slightly touching mine, and how his eyes were still fixed on mine.

Matt chuckled softly, a hint of amusement in his eyes. “Oh yeah?” he asked, his voice low and rough. “And why is that?”

I took a small step closer, closing the already small distance between us. “You just look to good in them” I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

My hands tightened on his belt loops as I took another step closer, my body pressed against his. “I don’t like the idea of sharing,” I said, my voice dropping lower. “I want those photos for my eyes only.”

Matt smirked, his eyes never leaving mine. “Is that so?”he said, his voice smooth and seductive. “You want me all to yourself?”

I felt a shiver run down my spine as he spoke. “Yes,” I said simply, refusing to break eye contact with him. I could feel the heat of his body against mine, and the electricity between us was palpable.

As we held eye contact, I pulled on his belt loops, bringing him even closer to me. Our faces were inches apart, our breath mingling together. In that moment, I knew I couldn’t resist the pull I felt towards him any longer. With a soft sigh, I closed the small distance between us and kissed him.

Matt's hands slowly slid up my body, his touch gentle yet firm. They rested on my hips, his thumbs drawing small circles on my skin through the thin fabric of my shirt.

Reluctantly, Matt pulled away, our bodies still close together. “We gotta get back inside,” he said, his voice slightly breathless. “I told Chris and Nick we'd be quick.”

Matt started to pull away, but I held onto his belt loops, pulling him back to me. “No, please...” I whispered, my voice laced with desperation. “I need you.”

Matt looked back at me, his eyes wide with surprise and a hint of desire. He paused for a moment, his body still facing me, before speaking. “Y/N...we really have to get back inside...”

My hands continued to hold onto his belt loops, my grip firm and desperate. “Please…” I pleaded, my voice filled with need.

In a swift motion, I reached up to his lips, capturing them in a deep, passionate kiss. As I pulled away, my teeth grazed his bottom lip, making him let out a soft moan.

Matt looked down, a chuckle escaping his lips as he ran a hand through his hair. He quickly reached his keys on one of his belt loops and unlocked the car parked behind us. He opened the door, gesturing for me to get inside the backseat.

I slid into the backseat, my heart racing in anticipation. Matt followed close behind, closing the door behind us before turning his attention fully to me.

My back was pressed against the car door, my body flush against the cool window as Matt hovered over me. Our noses were almost touching, and I could feel his hot breath on my skin.

I reached up to touch his face, my fingers tracing the contour of his jaw. His eyes were dark with desire, his body pressing against mine.

He leaned in closer, his lips hovering just above mine, teasing me with their closeness. I could feel the heat radiating off his body, my heart racing in anticipation of what was to come.

Finally, he closed the small distance between us, his lips capturing mine in a deep, passionate kiss. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling his body closer, wanting to feel as much of him as possible.

His hands ran along my body, his touch both gentle and possessive. He shifted his body, his hips pressing into mine, causing a shiver of pleasure to run down my spine.

I let out a soft gasp into his mouth, my body arching into his. His tongue moved against mine, the kiss becoming more urgent and fervent. I could feel the desire building between us, the heat growing with every touch, every movement.

His hands moved to my hips, gripping them tightly as he pulled me closer, our bodies pressed together urgently. I could feel his arousal growing against me, making me dizzy with want and need.

I ran my fingers through his hair, my body responding to his every touch. The kiss became more intense, more passionate, as if we were trying to devour each other. My breathing was ragged, my body yearning for more.

Matt pulled away from my lips with a soft bite, his mouth immediately moving to my neck. He kissed and bit at my skin, his tongue tracing a path down my throat, making me moan softly.

I clutched his head tighter, my fingers threading through his hair. My head tilted back, exposing more of my neck to him. I could feel his lips and tongue moving over my skin, leaving a trail of hot kisses.

His hands moved from my hips, roaming over my body, leaving a trail of fire wherever they touched. He pressed his body closer to mine, trapping me between him and the car door, making it harder for me to keep my composure.

I grabbed his jean jacket, desperate to feel his skin against mine. I pushed it off his shoulders, leaving him in a tight white tank.

I ran my hands over his bare arms and shoulders, feeling the hard muscles underneath. He groaned softly as my fingers traced the lines of his tattoos, trailing along his biceps and down his chest.

His body pressed against mine again, his hands gripping my hips as he claimed my lips in another passionate kiss. The car was filled with the sound of our heavy breaths and the occasional moan that escaped our mouths as our bodies moved together.

Matt's hand moved to the hem of my shirt, his fingers grazing the sensitive skin of my stomach. Without breaking the kiss, he slowly began to pull the fabric of my shirt up, exposing more of my bare skin.

I helped him pull the shirt over my head, the cool air hitting my skin as the fabric was discarded. Matt broke away from my lips, his gaze moving down my body, taking in every inch of me.

Matt's hands gripped my hips, pulling me closer as his lips began to trail kisses down my neck, his warm breath against my skin sending shivers down my spine. He slowly made his way down to my collarbone, his hands roaming over my sides and back.

His lips brushed against the top of my breast, making me gasp softly. He continued his descent, kissing and nipping at my stomach, his fingers tracing patterns on my skin. I could feel his breath against my belly button as he paused, his eyes looking up at me with a hungry gaze.

Without breaking eye contact, Matt's hands reached down and slowly began to unbutton my jeans, his touch gentle yet firm. I lifted my hips slightly to help him push the denim down, revealing more of my skin to his eager touch.

Matt's hands slipped underneath the waistband of my underwear, his fingers slowly moving down to caress my thighs. I parted my legs wider, inviting him to touch me more. He grinned wickedly, his touch becoming more confident as he slowly explored my warmth.

Matt's fingers found my most sensitive area and began to rub slow, deliberate circles. Pleasure jolted through me and I arched my back, a soft moan escaping my lips. “Mmm, Matt...” I breathed out, my hips starting to move against his hand.

Matt's head ducked down, his warm breath against my core before his mouth met my flesh. His kisses were gentle, yet insistent, his tongue parting my folds and delving inside. I gripped his hair tightly, my legs wrapping around his shoulders as wave after wave of intense pleasure washed over me.

Matt's lips closed around my clit, sucking gently as his tongue flicked over the sensitive bud. My hips bucked against his face, seeking more of that exquisite friction. He groaned against me, the vibrations adding to my rapidly building ecstasy.

I reached down and grabbed his head, holding him in place as I ground my pussy against his mouth. “Fuck, Matt! Oh god, yes! Just like that!” I cried out, my voice echoing in the room. He sucked harder, his nose burying into my folds as he devoured my pussy.

My breaths grew shallow and rapid as the pressure inside me became unbearable. I could feel myself nearing the edge, my body tensing up with anticipation. “Matt, I'm... I'm going to... Please, don't stop!” I begged, my voice hoarse with need.

Matt's hands slipped underneath me, gripping my backside and lifting me up, allowing him to delve deeper. He growled against my folds, his tongue thrusting inside me as my back arched off the car seat. “MATT!”

My orgasm tore through me with the force of a hurricane, my body convulsing as waves of pleasure crashed over me. Matt continued to lick and suck at my pussy, drawing out my release until I was nothing but a whimpering, trembling mess in his arms. “Oh god...”

Matt gently lowered me back onto the seat, his own breathing heavy as he wiped his mouth and grinned at me. “You taste so good,” he murmured, crawling back up to kiss me passionately, letting me taste myself on his lips. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him close.

As we kissed, Matt reached behind me and unhooked my bra with expert ease. He broke away from my lips long enough to pull the lacy cups from my breasts, his eyes darkening as he took in my bare chest. He immediately dipped his head, capturing one hardened peak between his lips.

I gasped as he suckled my sensitive nipple, my fingers threading through his hair. His other hand came up to knead and tease my other breast, rolling the nipple between his fingers. I could feel his erection pressing insistently against my thigh, letting me know just how much he wanted me. “Matt,”

Matt's mouth moved from one breast to the other, lavishing equal attention on each. He nipped and sucked at my swollen mounds, his tongue laving over my nipples. His hands joined in, caressing and squeezing my breasts, pushing them together so he could nip playfully at both peaks simultaneously.

He leaned me forward slightly, his hands sliding up my back to support me as he buried his face between my breasts. He nuzzled and kissed my cleavage, his hot breath against my damp skin making me shiver.

His hands returned to my breasts, palming their weight and squeezing gently. His thumbs rubbed over my peaks, back and forth, until they were taut and throbbing. He lowered his head to suck one into his mouth once more, swirling his tongue around it before gently biting down.

Matt kissed a trail up from my breasts to my neck, his hands still toying with my sensitive peaks. I moaned softly, my hands reaching down to his jeans. I unbuttoned them, sliding my hand inside to wrap around his hard length.

Matt's breath hissed against my neck as my hand wrapped around his hard length. He moaned softly, his hips bucking forward to push himself further into my grip. His hands tightened on my breasts, his fingers squeezing the sensitive flesh. “You keep touching me like that,”

“And I won't last,” he finished gruffly. He nipped at my earlobe, his hands leaving my breasts to cover mine over his jeans, guiding me to stroke him. His hips rocked against my palm, his breathing growing heavier.

I pulled my hand out of his jeans, leaving him aching for more. With a firm push to his chest, I maneuvered him backwards until he was pressed against the car door. He looked up at me with lust-darkened eyes, his chest heaving.

I leaned over him, my lips brushing against his neck as I kissed and nibbled on his skin. My hand reached for the hem of his tank top, slowly peeling it up his torso. Matt's arms raised to give me better access, his breath hitching as I exposed his toned abdomen.

His abs were taut and defined, leading down to a tantalizing V that disappeared beneath his unbuttoned jeans. I tossed his shirt aside, my fingers tracing the hard ridges of his abs, feeling him quiver under my touch.

“Fuck, Y/N,” Matt groaned, his head tipping back against the car door as I explored his stomach. I looked up at him, my eyes locking with his. “Please,” he begged, his voice strained.

A smug smile played on my lips as I hooked my fingers into the waistband of his jeans and boxers. I slowly pulled them down, revealing more of his hips and thighs. Matt lifted his hips to help me, his breathing growing faster as I finally revealed all of him.

I shook my hair back, letting it cascade down my shoulders. I leaned over, my eyes locked onto his face as I lowered my mouth to his hardened length. Matt's hands fisted in my hair, his hips bucking upwards as I wrapped my lips around the head of his erection. “Y/N...”

His voice trailed off into a low moan as I took more of him into my mouth, my head bobbing up and down in a slow, torturous rhythm. His breathing grew heavier, his grip on my hair tightening. “That's it, baby,” he hissed, his voice laced with pleasure.

Matt's hips lifted off the car seat, his length pushing deeper into my mouth. I moaned around him, the vibrations making him groan. His body tensed, his abdominal muscles flexing.

“Look at me, sweetheart,” Matt panted, his voice gruff. I looked up, my lips stretched around him. His jaw clenched, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed hard. “Take me deeper, baby. You can do it.”

I relaxed my throat and took more of him, my eyes watering. Matt's head fell back against the door, his neck strained. “That's it, baby. Just like that,” he encouraged, his voice tight. His hands gripped my hair, guiding my head up and down in a steady rhythm.

His body tensed, his length swelling in my mouth. “Y/N... I'm close,” he groaned, his voice strained. He tried to pull me up, but I ignored him, taking him even deeper. “Baby, please... I don't want to finish in your mouth,”

Matt looked down at me, his eyes filled with a mix of pleasure and desperation. “Y/N, stop... I need to be inside you,” he rasped, his hips jerking upward. But I remained unmoved, my hands gripping his thighs, my head bobbing faster.

“Baby, please...” Matt begged, his voice breaking. His body convulsed, his hands tugging at my hair. I could feel him pulsing in my mouth, his hot seed spilling out. I drank every last drop, only lifting my head when he slumped back against the door, spent.

Matt's head fell back against the door, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. “Fuck,” he hissed, his stomach clenching. He looked down at me, his eyes filled with a mix of surprise and admiration.

I looked up at him, a smug smile playing on my lips. I kissed my way up his torso, my lips brushing against his ribs, his chest, his neck, before reaching his face. Matt's hand cupped my cheek, his thumb caressing my skin.

“You're something else, you know that?” he murmured, his voice filled with affection. His other hand snaked around my waist, pulling me onto his lap. He captured my mouth in a searing kiss, his tongue delving inside, tasting himself on my lips.

Matt leaned me back against the car seat, his arms caging me in. He kissed me again, his lips demanding, his hands roaming over my body. He grabbed my wrists and pinned them above my head, his hips pressing against mine.

He looked down, positioning himself at my entrance. With a swift thrust of his hips, he entered me, filling me completely. I gasped, my back arching off the seat. Matt groaned, his eyes fluttering closed as he savored the feeling of our bodies joining.

He began to move, his hips rolling against mine in a steady rhythm. The car seat creaked with each thrust, the windows starting to fog up from our heated breaths. Matt leaned down, his lips finding my neck, his teeth grazing my skin. “You feel so good, baby,” he whispered, his voice husky with desire.

I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper inside me. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the car, mixed with our panting and moans. Matt's hand slipped between us, his fingers finding my clit, rubbing it in tight circles.

My breath hitched, my body tensing as he touched me. “Matt... please...” I pleaded, my voice breaking. He increased his pace, his thrusts becoming harder, faster. His fingers continued to work their magic, pushing me closer to the edge.

Matt reached down, his hand groping around the car floor. He pulled out his phone, his breath coming out in short pants. He unlocked it one-handed, his fingers flying over the screen.

“Just wanna capture this moment,” he said, smirking wickedly. He snapped a picture of our entwined bodies, the flash illuminating the car's interior briefly. He showed me the photo, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “For my eyes only,”

Matt put his phone down and grabbed my legs, pulling them up and holding them against his chest. He leaned back slightly, giving him a better view as he continued to drive into me. He picked up his phone again, taking pictures and short videos of his glistening length disappearing inside me.

I reached out and took Matt's phone from him, angling it to get a perfect shot of his hips thrusting against mine. The camera captured the intimate moment from my perspective— his strong hands gripping my thighs, his rock-hard length plunging in and out of my slick heat.

“Oh God, Matt...” I moaned, my body tensing as he hit that sweet spot deep inside me. He grinned, seemingly pleased with my reaction. He leaned forward, his hips pounding into me with increased urgency.

My arm holding the phone dropped to the side, the camera capturing our intertwined bodies and the heat of our passion. The sounds of our wet, slapping flesh and our ragged moans filled the car. My breath hitched, my body coiling tightly as I climbed closer to the peak. “Matt...”

“Fuck, you're so tight and wet,” Matt growled, his eyes locked on the camera as he continued to pound into me. “Look at that pretty little pussy stretched around my cock. You like being filmed, don't you? You like showing off how much you love my dick.”

Matt grabbed the phone back. “Listen to you, moaning for me like that. You're going to cum all over my hard length, aren't you? And I'm going to record it, so I can watch it later, just for my eyes only.”

“No one else gets to see you like this, do they?” Matt panted, his hips slamming into mine. “So open, so needy. Just for me. These videos, these pictures, they're all mine. For my eyes only. Only I get to see you come apart like this.”

“I'm gonna cum, Matt! I'm gonna cum!” I moaned, my body shaking as the orgasm washed over me. Matt kept pounding into me, prolonging my climax as he captured every twitch and spasm on camera. “Fuck, fuck, FUCK!”

“Matt!” I screamed, my back arching as the pleasure crashed over me. Matt leaned down, capturing my cry of ecstasy on camera before tossing the phone onto the floor. He grabbed my hips and thrust deep, finding his own release. “Oh God, Y/N!”

As we caught our breath, Matt picked up the phone and reviewed the footage. He grinned, clearly pleased with what he saw. “Perfect” he said, throwing the phone back on the floor. “Just for my eyes only.”

Matt leaned down and captured my mouth in a searing kiss. “I love hearing you say my name like that. Knowing that only I get to see this, to hear this... it drives me crazy.” He nipped at my bottom lip, his voice low.

“You should wear that Prada jacket more often,” I said, tracing patterns on tattooed arm. Matt chuckled, his hands idly caressing my back. “I'll keep that in mind, sweetheart.”

I pulled on the chain around his neck, bringing him down for a passionate kiss. When we broke apart, Matt rested his forehead against mine. “As much as I'd like to stay like this, we should probably get dressed and go back inside now.”

I pouted, not wanting the moment to end, but eventually stood up and let him help me into my clothes. Once we were both dressed, Matt opened the car door and grabbed my hand, leading me back inside.

⤹ ⊹ 𝐅𝐎𝐑 @st6rify ୨୧ 🐈‍⬛ ₊˚๑ ❤︎︎

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𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐓. 𝐒 | 𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌 𝐌𝐘 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄

NSFW!! | 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑─𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐊

₊⊹⁀➴ : A month after their breakup, Matt Sturniolo stands at Y/N’s door, desperate to mend the rift. He pours out heartfelt apologies, and as the night unfolds, old feelings resurface. They find themselves wrapped in each other’s arms again, reigniting their lost passion. In their renewed intimacy, Matt aches to hear Y/N scream his name once more, a sound that’s been absent since their separation.

𝐀 𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐇𝐋𝟔𝐕𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐄-𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓 𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋

˚⊱🦌⊰˚ : 𝐀𝐬 𝐈 𝐬𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐤𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝, aimlessly scrolling through my phone, a loud knock jolts me from my mindless browsing. With a furrowed brow, I walk over to the door and peer through the peephole. All I can see is a figure in a hoodie, their face hidden from view.

Curiosity getting the better of me, despite the late hour, I cautiously open the door, my heart racing.

I took a step back, shock registering on my face as Matt appeared before me, his hood now lowered. His familiar voice made my heart skip a beat as he said, “Hey.”

Surprise quickly turned to a mix of confusion and anger. I hadn't seen him in weeks since our bitter breakup, and his unannounced visit sent a wave of conflicting emotions coursing through me.

“What are you doing here?” I managed to ask, trying to maintain a facade of cool indifference, though my voice trembled slightly. Matt looked at me, his eyes filled with a mix of shame and pleading.

“Can I come in?” he asked quietly, his hands stuffed in his pockets.

I paused, conflicted. Part of me longed to let him in, to hear him out, to feel his touch again. But another part of me, still stung by our break up and the pain it had caused, wanted to shut the door in his face.

“Why should I?” I retorted, crossing my arms defensively. “You haven’t bothered to call or text in weeks, and now you just show up at my door. Why now?”

Matt sighed, running a hand through his messy hair. “I know I messed up,” he admitted, shame flickering in his eyes. “I was scared and thought it was best to give you space. But I’ve been going through hell since we broke up. I was just hoping we could talk.”

Matt took a tentative step forward, closing the distance between us. The scent of his familiar cologne filled my nostrils, and it took all my willpower not to lean into it. He was so close now I could see the faint tremble in his hands. “Please,” he said quietly, his voice cracking slightly.

“I miss you”

The words stung to hear, but the look on Matt's face, the raw desire and longing in his eyes, melted my resolve. I couldn't resist any longer. I found myself leaning into him, craving the comfort of his presence, the feel of his body against mine.

Without a word, our lips met in a desperate, hungry kiss. The moment they touched, it was as if a spark ignited between us, setting my body on fire. I melted into the kiss, all my anger and defenses crumbling.

My arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer, my body pressed against his.

The kiss deepened, our tongues intertwined in a desperate dance. Matt's hands gripped my hips, holding me fiercely against him. I could feel the rapid beat of his heart against my chest, a reflection of the frenzy of emotions coursing through us both.

Matt maneuvered us inside, his mouth still locked with mine, the intensity of our kiss refusing to break. He kicked the door shut behind him, the thud echoing through the apartment as he pressed me back against the wall.

His hands roamed over my body, reacquainting themselves with every curve and contour. I could feel the heat radiating between us, fueling our growing passion. His lips left mine, trailing a path of hot kisses down my neck, making me gasp.

Matt's hands continued to explore, slipping beneath my shirt, his fingertips leaving trails of fire on my skin. His touch ignited sparks of pleasure, and I arched against him, my body silently begging for more.

The room was filled with the sound of our ragged breathing, the rustle of clothing as we desperately pawed at each other. Matt's lips found my ear, his voice a husky whisper, “God, I've missed you,” he murmured, ”missed this.”

Caught up in the frenzy of the moment, the words escaped my lips without thought. “Matt,” I whispered, my voice coming out as a soft sigh.

His response was instant and intense. He captured my lips in another bruising kiss, the need and desire in his touch sending shivers down my spine.

Matt broke the kiss, his forehead resting against mine, both of us breathing heavily. “I missed hearing my name come out of your lips,” he murmured, his voice low and filled with desire. “I missed the sound of your voice saying my name.”

His hands traced along the curves of my waist, sending jolts of anticipation through my body. “You know what I miss the most?” he asked, his lips millimeters from my ear, his voice dripping with sultriness.

“The way you'd scream my name, over and over again.”

The memory of those moments flooded my mind, and I felt a flush of heat spread across my body. Matt's hand slid to the back of my neck, his fingers tracing gentle circles.

He leaned closer, his voice dripping with need, “I want to hear that again. I need to hear you scream my name.”

The anticipation was unbearable. The heat, the desire, the raw need in his voice sent my head spinning. I closed the space between us, my body flush against his.

“Then make me,” I challenged, my voice sultry and filled with the same desire that burned within me.

Matt crushed his lips to mine, the kiss deep and passionate. Without breaking away, he moved his hands to my thighs, effortlessly lifting me off the ground, leaving me no choice but to wrap my legs around his waist.

As he carried me through the hall to the bedroom, I marveled at how effortlessly he still knew his way around the place, not to mention he'd spent countless nights here, intimately familiar with every corner.

We reached the bedroom, and Matt kicked the door shut behind us, not bothering to turn on the lights. The only illumination came from the moonlight streaming in through the window, casting a silvery glow over the room.

He guided us to the bed, laying me back against the comforter, pinning me under him. The heat between us was almost overwhelming, the air thick and heavy with desire and want.

His lips attacked my neck, trailing hot kisses down to my collarbone. His hands moved over me, touching and teasing, driving me crazy.

“I've missed the way you taste, the way you moan when I touch you.” He murmured between kisses, his teeth nipping at the sensitive skin of my throat.

The words sent shivers down my spine, the heat in my core growing with each caress and kiss. I arched off the bed, my body responding to every touch, my fingers digging into his shoulders as I sought purchase in the whirlwind of sensation.

As Matt's lips and hands explored my body, my mind whirled, a flurry of thoughts and sensations. It had been a month since I'd felt his touch, and in that month, it felt like years had passed.

I ached for him, craved his touch, his mouth on me. I needed him, and all the reasons why we'd broken up faded into the background, overwhelmed by the all-consuming fire between us.

I tugged at his shirt, my hands desperate to feel his skin. “Please,” I whispered, the plea escaping my lips before I could stop it. “I need you.”

Matt didn't need further encouragement. He leaned back, lifting his shirt over his head and discarding it. The sight of his bare chest, the expanse of toned muscle and golden skin, sent a surge of arousal through me.

As Matt's shirt hit the floor, I took a breath, my eyes tracing over his exposed chest. A few unruly locks of hair fell over his forehead, and for a moment, I couldn't help but recall how many times I'd run my fingers through those unruly locks.

The sight of him, hair tousled and chest heaving, made my heart race even more and the heat in my core flared hotter. I reached up, my fingers tangling in his locks, pulling him down towards me.

His mouth never leaving mine, Matt's hands moved to the hem of my shirt, pulling it up and over my head in one swift motion. The sudden exposure of my skin seemed to heighten our desires even more.

His lips left mine, trailing a scorching path down my neck to my collarbone, his teeth nipping at the sensitive skin along the way.

Matt's hands roamed further up my body, pausing momentarily as he reached the clasp of my bra. With an expert flick of his fingers, he unclasped it, and the fabric was thrown away on the floor, leaving me bare from the waist up.

Matt's mouth never left my skin as he slowly made his way down my body. He kissed along the tops of my breasts, and I felt my nipples harden at the contact. He teased them with his tongue, earning a gasp from me.

Matt's kisses trailed further down my stomach, his tongue flicking out to taste my skin and leave a trail of wetness wherever he went. I was squirming under him, my hands running through his hair as he reached the hem of my sweats and underwear.

Matt pulled my sweats and underwear down my legs, leaving me completely exposed to him. He looked up at me, his eyes darkened with desire, before he placed a gentle kiss on the inside of my thigh. I shivered at the touch, anticipation building up in me.

His hands gently parted my legs, and he settled himself between them. He leaned forward, his breath warm against my most sensitive area, making me tremble. With a soft kiss, he began to explore me with his tongue, licking and sucking at my folds until I was writhing beneath him.

“Oh, fuck, Matt,” I moaned, my hands gripping the sheets beneath me tightly. “Yes, right there,” I gasped as he sucked on my clit, the pleasure almost too much to handle.

My back arched off the bed as I felt myself getting closer and closer to the edge. Matt's tongue was driving me wild, his hands roaming my body, squeezing my breasts and pinching my nipples. I was a moaning, writhing mess begging for release.

“Fuck, Matt,” I moaned. He hooked his arms around my thighs, holding me down as he increased the pressure and pace with his mouth. The room spun around me, and my vision blurred. I was so close.

Just as I was about to reach my climax, Matt suddenly stopped. He looked up at me, his eyes dark with desire, but also with a hint of control. He slowly stood up, his hands still holding my thighs apart, leaving me panting and frustrated on the bed. “Not yet,”

I sat up on the bed, my breathing still heavy from the oral pleasure that Matt had just given me. I watched as he slowly unbuckled his belt, the lust in his eyes intensifying with each movement. I reached out, my hand gripping the zipper, and I slowly pulled it down.

Matt's pants fell to the ground, revealing his boxers. I could already see the outline of his cock, and I couldn't help but lick my lips in anticipation. He hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his boxers, pushing them down.

I helped Matt remove his boxers, and as soon as they hit the floor, I couldn't help myself. I leaned forward, pressing a lingering kiss to his hips, causing him to let out a low growl.

My hand wrapped around his hard length, feeling its weight and warmth. Matt's head fell back, and he groaned softly at my touch. I slowly moved my hand up and down, feeling him grow even harder in my grasp.

I continued to stroke his cock, watching as Matt's chest rose and fell with each ragged breath. He reached out, his fingers threading through my hair as he tugged me closer.

“Fuck, y/n,” Matt groaned out, his thumb gently caressing my cheek. “I need you now.” He took a step back, pulling me up from the bed with him.

He gently set me down on the bed, his hands gripping my thighs and spreading them wide. He slowly aligned himself with my center, his eyes locked with mine as he gradually pushed into me. I gasped as he filled me, my body stretching to accommodate him. It had been a month since we had last seen each other, and it hurt.

The pain was intense, a sharp reminder of everything we had lost during our breakup. Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes as Matt pushed deeper, his thick length stretching me open once again. He paused, his forehead resting against mine as he struggled to contain himself.

I whimpered, tightening my grip on Matt's tattooed forearm as he slowly began to move inside me. “Fuck, it hurts, Matt,” I breathed out, feeling the burn of our reunion fuck. He pressed a kiss to my lips, his tongue slipping into my mouth.

“I know, sweetheart, I know,” he soothed, his voice barely above a whisper. “Just breathe, okay?” He pulled out slowly, only to push back in again at a painfully slow pace.

Matt held himself still, his entire length buried inside me, giving me time to adjust to his size. “You're so fucking tight, Y/N,” he groaned, his forehead resting against mine. “I don't want to hurt you, but I need to be all the way inside you.”

I nodded, meeting his gaze as I whispered, “Keep going. I can handle it.” Matt's eyes darkened with desire at my words, his arms caging me in on either side of my head.

Matt's hips snapped forward, his thrusts becoming rough and urgent as he began to fuck me in earnest. The bed shook beneath us, creaking from the force of our bodies colliding with each other, and all I could do was cling onto him and moan his name.

Each thrust was like a brand, leaving a searing trail of pleasure in its wake, and I could feel myself quickly building toward an explosive release. Matt's breathing became ragged, his body slick with sweat as he pumped into me with steady, unrelenting force.

Matt ravaged my neck with kisses, his lips leaving a trail of purple and pink marks as he continued to fuck me mercilessly. The sound of our bodies slapping together filled the room, along with the symphony of our heavy breathing and moans.

“Matt... oh God, Matt!” I cried out, my fingernails digging into his tattooed forearms as he pounded into me.

“Matt! Yes, yes, FUCK!” I screamed, unable to contain the pleasure coursing through my veins.

“There we go, that's what I was looking for.” Matt growled, sinking his teeth into the soft skin of my collarbone as he slammed into me over and over again.

With a sudden movement, Matt flipped us over, and now I found myself straddling his hips, his thick cock still buried deep inside me. I gasped at the new angle, my walls clenching around him as I started to ride him cowgirl style.

I held onto Matt's chest, my nails digging into his skin as I bounced up and down on his dick, the force of my movements causing his head to bounce against the mattress. The room was filled with the sound of our slapping flesh and my high-pitched moans as I rode him hard.

Matt slid his hands to my hips, his fingers gripping my flesh possessively as he helped guide my movements. I leaned forward, my hands clutching onto his forearms as I continued to ride him.

“Fuck, just like that, sweetheart” Matt groaned, his eyes fixed on the sight of me bouncing up and down on his cock. “Look at you, taking every inch of me, you're so damn perfect.”

I moaned at the dirty talk, feeling myself growing even wetter around him. “Harder, Matt...I need to feel you deeper.” I begged, my nails digging deeper into his forearms as I started to ride him faster and harder.

Matt growled in response, his fingers tightening around my hips as he thrust upward to meet my movements, their combined force shaking the bed beneath us. “You're going to milk the seed right out of me if you keep riding me like that, baby”

I couldn't help but smile at the thought. “That's the idea” I said, my voice a breathless pant as I continued to ride him hard and fast, our sweaty bodies slapping together in a rhythm that was quickly driving me over the edge.

Matt's face contorted in a mix of pleasure and pain as I rode him with reckless abandon, his cock pounding up into me with every thrust. The bed creaked and groaned beneath us, the headboard slamming against the wall with each powerful bounce. “Fuck, fuck, FUCK!”

I felt my orgasm building rapidly, my nails digging into Matt's tattooed forearm as I screamed his name at the top of my lungs.

“Matt! Oh god, Matt, yes, YES!”

Matt's own orgasm hit him like a freight train, his back arching off the bed as he let out a loud, primal moan. “FUCK!” he shouted, his cock throbbing inside me as he filled me with his hot, sticky seed.

My own climax followed soon after, my vision blurring as my body shook and trembled atop him. I collapsed onto his chest, our sweaty skin sticking together as we both gasped for breath. “Holy shit”

I reached up and gently brushed a lock of sweaty hair away from Matt's forehead, before leaning down to press my lips against his in a tender kiss. “I missed you”

Matt's arms wrapped around me, holding me close as we kissed softly, the afterglow of our intense lovemaking washing over us. He whispered back into the kiss, his voice muffled but full of emotion. “I missed you so much, baby. So fucking much” He whispered, his voice hoarse from exertion.

We lay there for a long time, our limbs tangled together as we breathed in each other's scent and enjoyed the feeling of being close again. I could feel Matt's heartbeat slowing down, his chest rising and falling rhythmically beneath me. “I love you” he whispered.

I smiled softly, my fingers tracing lazy patterns on Matt's chest as I replied. “I love you too, so, so much”. I tilted my head up to look at him, my eyes locking with his as I leaned in to press a sweet kiss to his lips.

⤹ ⊹ 𝐅𝐎𝐑 @st6rify ୨୧ 🌱 ₊˚๑

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𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 .ᐟ

જ⁀➴ ⸝⸝𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐎 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐒 :

જ⁀➴ ⸝⸝𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐊𝐒 : (𝐍𝐄𝐖!)

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⋆.˚ 𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒 & 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐓 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐎 ₊⊹

🪻 ─ 𝘚𝘔𝘜𝘛 ☆ 💟 ─ 𝘍𝘓𝘜𝘍𝘍 ☆ 🫧 ─ 𝘈𝘕𝘎𝘚𝘛

.𖥔 ݁ : TOPIA TWINS : 🪻

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⋆.˚ 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐓 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐎 ₊⊹

🪻 ─ 𝘚𝘔𝘜𝘛 ☆ 💟 ─ 𝘍����𝘜𝘍𝘍 ☆ 🫧 ─ 𝘈𝘕𝘎𝘚𝘛

꩜˚. : SCREAM MY NAME : 🪻

꩜˚. : LIVE STREAM : 💟

꩜˚. : WHAT YOU NEED : 🪻

꩜˚. : MY EYES ONLY : 🪻

꩜˚. : BEHAVE : 🪻

꩜˚. : ENOUGH SAVING THE CITY : 💟

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★ˎˊ˗ 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐎 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐒 ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ

જ⁀➴ ⸝⸝𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐎 : 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒

જ⁀➴ ⸝⸝𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐓 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐎 : 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒

જ⁀➴ ⸝⸝𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒 & 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐓 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐎 :

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⋆.˚.ᐟ 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐓 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐎 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 ꩜

— 𝘈𝘓𝘓 𝘚𝘌𝘙𝘐𝘌𝘚 𝘊𝘖𝘕𝘛𝘈𝘐𝘕 𝘚𝘔𝘜𝘛, 𝘍𝘓𝘜𝘍𝘍, 𝘈𝘕𝘋 𝘈𝘕𝘎𝘚𝘛 —