The Vegas Affair
pairing: matt x fem!reader
warnings: drinking, dry humping, that’s it i think???
a/n: in honor of the triplets turning 21 me and @flouvela collabed on this little fic. be nice pls and happy reading!!
WORD COUNT: 1,803
people always say, "what happens in vegas, stays in vegas."
and boy, were they right.
the whole crew was here. me, sam, colby, tara, jake, johnnie, larray, nick, matt, and chris. we're all here in vegas to celebrate the triplets' 21st birthday. they originally weren't going to do anything, but you only turn 21 once, right?
we all got settled into our hotel, and i'm rooming with matt on this trip; while getting ready for the night, he got a call from the front desk saying the party bus was here to pick us up.
matt and i go out into the hall, knock on our friends' doors, and run to the elevator, telling them the bus is here. i'm super excited because i've never been to parties like this.
we finally pile onto the party bus as the music fills our ears. matt pulls out his digital camera, a relic in the age of smartphones. he's determined to capture every wild moment that happens tonight.
though their career is based on social media, and they put out videos every week, matt wanted to vlog something for him and his brothers to remember: a night with the people he loves.
larray pops the champagne, which catches us all by surprise. "alright bitches! it's time we take over vegas!" we all cheer and hold our glasses out for him to fill.
jake, being jake, gets up and messes with the stripper pole, with johnnie smacking his ass to hype him up while we let out a laugh.
tara and i were in charge of documenting the night for the three boys, taking turns to capture the moments they may want to look back on.
the bus suddenly stopped, signaling our arrival at the nightclub.
this nightclub felt like walking into another world. the strobes of light switching from side to side, the music blasting in our ears, the colorful, sparkly outfits the party girls are wearing, and so much more.
the crew and i stood still to take it all in, and we looked at each other. "i don't know about y'all, but i'm gonna get fucked up!" larray yells, pushing past us as he gets a hold of nick's hand.
after four rounds of shots, we are all completely drunk. i take a hold of matt's camera and turn it around to capture this moment.
"how you feeling party boy?!" i yell over the music.
"i f-feel fine." he yells back, stuttering. "holy fuck. y/n... AM I DRUNK?!"
"you absolutely are," i laugh at him.
he reaches into the pocket of his pants and pulls out his shades that he had on earlier in the day. he puts them on and smiles at the camera, crossing his arms.
"WOAHH LOOK AT MR. COOL GUY OVER HERE!" chris yells as i point the camera at him.
i'm not sure what it is; it may be the alcohol rushing through my body, or maybe the crush i've had on matt for years, but the tattoos that cover his arms, the all-black outfit he has on, and the shades resting on the bridge of his nose are making me feel the things i've been trying to ignore for so long.
"you look so hot," i mumble.
"what was that?" matt asks, as he stands up, hovering over my small frame.
"o-oh, i just said it's so hot in here," i let out an awkward giggle.
"wanna get some air?" he asks, tilting his head to the side.
"no, no, it's okay. i'll be fine," i say, smiling up at him.
matt and i catch up with the rest of our friends, and we have the time of our lives. at that moment, all i can think about is how grateful i am to have found such amazing people.
we returned to the hotel and hugged each other goodnight, heading to our rooms. i place matt's digital camera on the desk as matt and i flopped on our shared bed. i grabbed my head as i winced from the pain from hitting my head on the pillow.
"holy fuck, i feel like my head is about to explode," he slurs.
"i know exactly how you feel right now," i replied, eyes shut.
"hey, y/n," matt calls out. i looked at him, "hey, matt," i replied, copying the tone of his voice.
"you looked really pretty tonight," he says, looking at me.
my cheeks flush into a rosy pink as our eyes meet, my heart beating faster than ever.
"you just looked so carefree and so beautiful. i love seeing you have fun and just be you," he whispers, his hand reaching out to tuck my stray hairs away from my face.
"matty, are you confessing to me right now?" i joke, to cover up how nervous i am at that moment.
"maybe i am," his eyes, holding an intense gaze.
"you're drunk, you fool," i say, averting my gaze away from him.
"so are you, y/n." matt looks deep into my eyes and smashes his lips against mine. my mind took a second to realize what was happening before i kissed back.
he hovers over me as i hook my ankles around his waist, flipping him over. i straddle him, rocking my hips swiftly against his clothed cock, the friction of his jeans sending me to the edge.
he grabs my hips, rutting his cock against my pussy. i let out a choked moan, "feels so good." matt licks a stripe on my neck and i feel him smirk, "does it?" he repeats the same action, filling the room with sounds of heavy breathing and me chanting matt's name like it's a mantra.
unbeknownst to us, the digital camera is still filming and caught every sound we made.
"mine," matt whispers in my ear. the word echoing then the world turns black.
i wake up to the sun shining through the blinds of the hotel room. my head was pounding from all the alcohol i consumed last night. i turn over to see matt's side of the bed empty. i get up from my spot and walk to the bathroom.
"oh good, you're awake," matt says, as he spits the toothpaste in his mouth into the sink. "breakfast ends in an hour, so we should head downstairs soon."
i nod, feeling a little off. matt picked up on it and asked, "y/n, what's wrong? did you sleep alright?"
"i don't know but something feels... off? i don't know how to explain it," i replied, scratching my head as i sit on the bathroom counter, waiting for matt to finish his morning routine.
"maybe, you just need some food in you, sweetheart," he says, smiling softly.
"yeah, maybe," i reply, returning his smile.
after breakfast, matt and i decided to go to nick and chris' room with the digital camera to transfer the footage into nick's laptop. though they aren't uploading it we want to see the affairs from last night on a bigger screen.
"alright, this should transfer onto my laptop in like five minutes," nick claps his hands together.
once the footage is transferred, nick presses play, and we all sit on the couch of the hotel room with our eyes glued to the screen.
there she was, tara with a mic in her hands drunkenly singing the 90's song, "always be my baby" by mariah carey. we all laugh when nick picks up a mic and joins her.
the second clip is larray on the sidewalk, teaching sam and colby "his cool dance moves," as he liked to call them.
following clip was matt and i, attempting a makeshift dance routine and engaging in a heartfelt conversation about our friendship and the future.
"oh my god," matt groaned, burying his face in his hands as we all laughed.
"awh, matty, i'm glad you're my best friend too," i tease him, rubbing his back.
the next clip was matt with his shades on again and attempting to do some michael jackson moves with his leather jacket on.
"ok, guys, enough. this is so embarrassing," he says, laughing.
"wait, there's one more clip," chris says, pointing to the laptop.
we all shift our direction to the screen.
"wait, turn it up," nick says.
all our faces drop in unison as our ears are filled with moans and groans that obviously belong to matt and me.
"no, no, no, no," i say, getting up and running out of the hotel room.
i run to our room and locked myself in the bathroom, crying because of the embarrassment i felt.
i suddenly hear a knock on the door. "y/n... it's me, matt. can i come in?"
i unlock the door to let him in and he closes it behind him.
"y/n. what do you feel right now? hm?" he asks, crouching in front of me on the floor.
"i don't know. I feel embarrassed that your brothers saw that, and I didn't know the camera was still on. i'm so sorry, matt," i rambled as i sob into my hands.
"hey, look at me," he says, lifting my chin with his finger and wiping my tears away.
"you have nothing to be sorry for sweetheart. your feelings are valid. is there anything i can do to make you feel better?"
"i don't know. it's just.. i-i've liked you for so long, and maybe last night was a mistake, maybe it wasn't. if you want to forget about it, i can do that. i can act like it never happened."
"hey, hey, hey y/n. i enjoyed last night. i just want to make sure you're alright. the camera being on was just a mistake, i'm not upset about that, alright? and i've liked you for a while too, you know," he smiles at me, trying his best to comfort me.
we sit on the bathroom floor for a bit before we hear nick and chris on the other side of the door asking if they can come in as well.
matt unlocks the door to the bathroom and the other two walk in.
"are you okay, y/n?" nick asks.
"yeah, just a little embarrassed, i guess," i say looking down.
"well, you know what they say 'what happens in vegas, stays in vegas'" chris says, a smug smile on his face.
"oh, fuck off!" me, nick, and matt yell, looking at chris and we all burst out into laughter.
one thing i'll forever be grateful for is having these three boys in my life. we made a silent vow to cherish the everlasting memories we made last night with our favorite people.
well, i guess vegas have brought us all closer in more ways than one, if you know what i mean.
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