#But likely not. So um kicks you in the shins that's mean don't be taller than me it's not allowed

[mabelstone]

Security Cameras

matt stone x reader

summary: part two of The Maid.

word count: 1645

note: did you see this coming? lol

18+ warning, mild explicit content. if you're not comfortable with that, pls don't interact <3 also, i do not agree with spying on people whatsoever!! this is completely fictional.

if you haven't read it already, here's part one.

Part Two.

He had two monitors worth of security cameras scattered throughout the house, which appeared to be completely normal for someone of his wealth. But then you spotted your room, the cameras showing two angles. It was the only bedroom in the house with cameras inside.

You weren’t sure if you should be scared or use this to the advantage of your hungry libido, but before you could decide, you watched Matt’s car pull up in the driveway. You hurried out of the ‘office,’ and fixed your breasts in your uniform. You grabbed your supplies and headed back downstairs, awaiting your new boss.

He walked through the doors looking dishevelled. His curls were slightly hanging in his face, his top two shirt buttons undone, kicking his shoes off with a sigh.

“Um, I finished all the rooms, Mr Stone.” You spoke up, hands behind your back, an innocent smile adoring your face. “Is there anything else I can do for you?”

He visibly relaxed, a smirk painting his. “I can’t say exactly what I need, it’s probably not appropriate,” he joked, walking to the kitchen to grab two crystal wine glasses. “Have a drink with me, then you’re free to go.”

You accepted his offer, sitting on one of the island stools across from him. He poured two very tall glasses of wine, joining you at the island. “Any reason you chose this job in particular?” He quirked, eyes scanning your face again. He certainly wasn’t afraid to get caught staring.

“It looked appealing,” you answered truthfully, taking a sip of your wine. It was sauvignon blanc, your least favourite wine, but you kept a straight face as you added, “your neighbourhood is gorgeous. Plus, I read up a little bit about you.”

He raised an eyebrow, quirking, “so that’s the real reason, huh? Be honest with me, sweetheart.”

“What do you want me to say?” You looked up at him innocently, crossing one of your legs over the other, your shin lightly brushing his.

“Was it me or my money?” He asked lowly, his fingertips brushing over your knee.

“You’re cute,” you smiled, rolling your eyes playfully, “is that what you wanted?”

He smiled back, his hand travelling further up your leg, fingers lightly digging into your plush thighs.

“And the maid outfit?” You retorted, uncrossing your legs for him, his fingers moving down and hooking into your stockings.

“It’s kind of obvious, isn’t it?” Your eyes searching each other’s hungrily, your core dampening from the spontaneity. He reached a hand into the back of your hair, your lips crashing together with need. Your hands travelled up to his chest, making quick work of undoing the next few buttons. He groaned into your mouth, his spare hand roughly grabbing your hip, pulling you to stand before him. Even standing with heels, he was still taller than you sitting down. You gasped when his hand made its way under your dress, desperately grabbing your ass.

You both quickly pulled away, a tall brunette walking through the door.

“Trey?” Matt sounded surprised and frustrated. You blushed in embarrassment, readjusting your dress. “A little warning would be nice.”

“The gate was open, that means ‘come in.’” His friend shrugged, helping himself to a bottle of beer in the fridge.

“I’ll get out of your hair, Mr. Stone.” You blushed, hurrying back upstairs to change.

“Mr. Stone?” Trey teased Matt in a hushed voice, your heart pounding.

Your head was spinning. No way that just happened. You made haste of removing your uniform, suddenly remembering the security cameras. You played it off like you had no idea, putting your old clothes on as fast as possible. You took a few deep breaths, preparing yourself to show your face downstairs after being caught. You probably blew it. He was likely caught up in the heat of the moment, and when you walked back down there, he’d tell you your arrangement wasn’t going to work. You closed the door behind you and walked back downstairs, both men watching you walk toward them.

“Well, I’m off now,” you told Matt awkwardly, him smiling at you through hooded eyelids, his friend watching the entire exchange unfold.

“You did a great job,” Matt smiled, walking toward you, placing a hand on the back of your arm. “Would you like to start at 8am tomorrow?”

You were shocked that he wanted you to come back. You swallowed hard, nodding probably too eagerly. “Great!” He smiled, walking you to the door. You stepped outside, grateful for the fresh air unravelling the knot in your throat. “Wear something nice underneath tomorrow,” he dropped his head down to your ear, his voice just above a whisper, only loud enough for you to hear. “I like black.” He let go of your arm and winked at you, before closing the door behind him.

Your heart pounded as you made your way back to your car. No way. There is no way that just happened.

As you pulled up the next morning, you saw a few cars pulling out of his estate, two or three still parked out the front of his house.

You did the same as yesterday, buzzing in at the gate, it slowly swinging open before you. This time Matt didn’t greet you at the door, however, it was unlocked for you. You walked in, the place around you littered with beer bottles, empty cans, and glasses everywhere. You couldn’t see Matt anywhere, but rather a few barely clothed people passed out on the lounges. You quietly crept up the stairs, trying your best to not wake anybody up. Right on cue, Matt stepped out of his ‘office,’ greeting you with a warm, “Morning, Y/N, right on time.” He was shirtless, his thick curls sprawled every which way, a pair of dark blue plaid pyjama pants hugging his bottom half, the band of his calvin’s peering over the top.

“Good morning, Matt,” you smiled, fighting the urge to look down at the visible bulge in his pants. “Big night?”

“Pretty average,” he shrugged, running a hand through his hair, his bicep flexing slightly. “You’re gonna have a busy day,” he smirked, watching you resist the urge to eye fuck him.

“No worries, I came prepared.” You walked to your room, hearing a faint, good girl, from Matt. You watched him slip back into the office. Unbeknownst to him, you knew exactly what he was doing. You played dumb, closing the door behind you. You began undressing, painfully slowly removing your shirt, revealing a lacy black bra that cupped your breasts perfectly, pushing them against each other. You slipped off your pants, a matching lacy black thong hugging your curves tight, the thong wedged so uncomfortably far up your ass, you knew Matt would be having a field day watching. You bent over to pick up your clothes, heels still on your feet. You were freshly waxed for him, but he didn’t know that yet. You sat on the bed, still only in your lingerie. You grabbed some moisturiser from your bag, kicking one leg out, running your hands up and down your soft skin.

You knew Matt would be watching, but you didn’t know he was attending to the growing hardness in his pants, one hand snaking its way into his trunks. While he was spying on you, you trailed your hand up your chest, running it up to your neck, and into the back of your hair. You ‘accidentally’ dropped your hair tie, having to bend down again to grab it. You went the extra mile, getting onto your knees, your heels resting under each cheek. You arched your back slightly, pulling your thick hair into a ponytail before standing up again. It was an unnatural position of course, but he wouldn’t know that.

In the room adjacent to yours, Matt’s hand was wrapped around his hard length, pumping it slowly, running his thumb over his aching tip occasionally. He imagined it was your hand, your pretty eyes staring up at him from your knees, batting your eyelashes innocently as you often did around him.

You slipped your dress on, looking at yourself in the mirror, running your hands up the sides. He winced as you left your room, his private show ending for the morning. You quietly approached his door, knocking softly. “Mr. Stone?” You called out quietly, a rosy cheeked Matt appearing, his notably sized cock tucked into his waistband. He looked at you through dark eyes, starving for more. He stepped out of the room, closing the door behind him to keep his secret hidden. “Where would you like me to start?”

“Downstairs. When you’re done, tell the people down there to leave.” He ordered, his voice deep and stern. “Then head up here once everybody’s left. Meet me in my room. Can you follow instructions well, doll?”

You nodded quickly, swallowing hard. “Good girl. Go.”

You quickly headed downstairs, Matt heading back into the office to finish what he started. You tidied the space, stepping around the bodies splayed throughout the lounge room to clean up the various bottles of alcohol. Impatient to meet your boss upstairs, you gently shook his guests awake, telling them that Matt requested they get going. They sheepishly agreed, each of the perverted men around you ogling at your outfit. You finished your work downstairs within 30 minutes, the final guest departing the mansion.

You headed up the stairs, hearing Matt turn off the shower with perfect timing. You waited a few beats, gently knocking on his door. He opened it, curls dripping beads of water onto his face, a towel loosely draped around his waist. “Everyone gone?” He asked, earning a soft, mhm, from you. He wasted no time gripping your arms and sitting you back onto his bed, soft, warm lips attaching to yours immediately.

[watatsumiis]

GEN YOURE SO TINY OMG

>is only 1 inch taller

Going to go buy platform boots right now just to be taller than you actually >:C