#matt x you

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dior ~ matt sturniolo

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The entire wedding you swore you were losing it.

Matt looked ridiculously good— it wasn’t often you saw him in a suit, especially not with that fancy Dior tie.

Needless to say, you were soaking wet.

You had no clue what had gotten into you. Unable to keep your eyes off him, squeezing your thighs together to gain some sort of friction and unconsciously licking your lips every once in a while kept you occupied.

Unsurprisingly, Matt noticed– afterall, you weren't being too slick.

Hence, Matt encouraged his brothers to go home with some friends, instead of in his car, arguing that he was going to take you home and watch a movie.

Of course, that wasn't going to happen.

Instead, as you pile into the front passenger seat, Matt doing the same in the drivers seat, Matt's hands are instantly on you. He's teasing at first, caressing your side, achingly close to the swell of your breasts.

“Matt…” you breathe out. You couldn't take it anymore. You needed something, anything. You needed to feel something.

He hums slightly, “Yes, sweetheart?”

He was acting nonchalant, acting like he didn't know how badly you needed him.

Matt moves back, mindlessly touching some buttons on his car– you had no clue, you were too focused on the fact that you were about to explode with need.

Matt's hand eventually makes it's way to your bare thigh, thanks to the slit in the dress, the cold rings sending electric jolts soaring through your body.

Your breathing becomes heavier as his hands trail up higher his fingers hooking around your panties, mockingly sighing, “You're so worked up…”

He gathers your wetness, smothering it around your clit, not close enough to cause you pleasure, but close enough to make you more wet.

It was torture, you so badly needed him, needed him to fuck you rough and hard.

Whimpers fall from your lips. Matt loves seeing you like this – pathetic and needy. The bulge in his pants grows knowing that he can bring to such level of horniness.

Eventually, Matt enters a finger inside of you slowly pumping in and out.

You instantly clench around his finger, instinctively rocking your hips with him.

Matt let's out a breathy chuckle, “Already? I'm only one finger in.”

Biting down on your lip, you glance at Matt who is casually fingering you. Throwing your head back, you release the soft moans you built up, unable to hide your pleasure any longer.

Your arousal had made you a lot more sensitive, and of course, Matt picked up on it so he felt compelled to tease you. His thumb barely grazes your clit, before you let out a loud moan, clenching around his fingers.

Chuckling at the sight, Matt starts the car, his finger still buried in you.

You glance at Matt, who senses your eyes on him without even looking, “Not here, doll. Guests are still leaving and walking past. But trust, I'm going to fuck you so dumb, you'll forget your own name.”

Weaving through traffic, Matt keeps fingering you, adding a finger. Still, he's focused on the road, one hand on the steering wheel.

Matt pulls into the middle of an empty parking lot and parks.

With no one in sight, Matt instructs you to get into the backseat and strip. You do so, discarding your dress and underwear onto the floor of the car.

Matt quickly follows you into the backseat, discarding his dress pants and boxers into the pile of your clothes. He buttons the top few buttons of his shirt and loosens his tie.

“Get in position - face down, ass up,” Matt commands, his voice carrying an evident tone of authority. The familiarity in his voice reminds you of all the previous intimate moments you've had in the backseat of his car.

Matt lines his lower hip with your aching pussy, taking a few moments to pump his now fully-erect length.

But before entering you, he gently pushes your torso down, making your shoulders rest against the car seat, rather than your hands holding you up, and your face laying on the seat.

Matt removes his Dior tie and ties your wrists together, resting them on your back, right above your ass.

Matt takes the opportunity to spank you once before placing his hands on your hips, rubbing his tip against your soaked pussy.

You whine out at his teasing, causing him to fully push into you, making you both gasp.

“Fuck…” Matt breathes out.

Matt begins to pump in and out at a steady pace, you not needing time to adjust as you were already so wet.

Matt's thrusts become more stronger and rougher, causing you to moan out repeatedly.

Your hands grip onto his tie, grounding yourself from the pleasure you were recieveing.

You rock your hips back to match Matt's pace, your high-pitched moans filling the car.

Pulling your hair back, Matt carelessly removes the ties from around your wrists and stuffs the tie into your mouth, before he releases the grip he has on your hair.

Relentlessly pounding into you, he spanks your ass, “You're such a whore for dick, look at how dumb you've become on my cock.”

Despite his harsh words, they made you more wetter and hornier, wanting more. You rock your hips back onto his cock, matching his thrusts.

Biting down onto his tie, your moans become muffled, your back arching as Matt's thrusts become more and more unforgiving.

With every thrust, more of your juices drip down his dick, some pooling at his ballls, the rest dripping down both of your thighs and onto the car seats.

Matt pounds into you harder, the squelches of your pussy taking him in filling Matt's ears, making him hornier and hornier.

Matt spanks your ass again, causing you to yelp into the tie, before rubbing it to ease the pain.

Pulling your hair back once again, Matt continues his rough thrusts, but also begins kissing your neck, sucking on your sensitive parts, slightly digging his teeth into your neck. It was certain they were going to mark, but that's what Matt wanted.

All you can do is moan out against the tie, and that's what Matt likes— being in control of your body.

Pulling back, Matt senses you're on the brink of release, judging by the way you're starting to clench around him, so adds some extra stimulation by drawing shapes with his fingers on your clit.

The sudden sensation send a jolt through your body, your eyes roll back, ready to release.

Matt brings you to the edge, spanking you once more, “Cum for me, my slut.”

Somehow, his words send you over the edge as you squirt all over his lower body, coating your bodies with your essence.

Matt thrusts in deep, one final time, cumming inside you.

Pulling out, he rests your body down onto the seats, removing the tie from your mouth.

“You okay, doll?”

He really fucked you dumb.

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— ୨୧ meet me in the bathroom . . . m.s

in which . . . matt can’t resist fucking you in the bathroom of a wedding reception.

warnings . . . smut, public fingering, unprotected sex, degradation & more. read with discretion.

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the venue looked as elegant as ever, with chandeliers hanging from the ceiling, casting a warm light into the big space. tables were set everywhere, as well as people sitting down and chatting. you could hear the noises of plates and cutlery tapping against each other lightly. you sat at a table with your boyfriend matt, and his three brothers. marylou and jimmy were talking with people they knew at the wedding. the ceremony had already ended, but the party was just beginning.

you looked over at matt, analyzing his features. he looked so fucking good right now. he wore his tuxedo with a dior tie. matt turned his head to look at you, smiling. “what’s wrong?” he chuckled, he spoke loud enough so only you could hear him. you tucked a piece of hair behind your ear, leaning your head on his shoulder. “you look so handsome.” you lifted your head to kiss his cheek, your head falling back on his shoulder. matt took his hand, placing it tenderly on your thigh. he began rubbing it, teasingly almost.

“yeah?” he whispered into your ear. matt scooted in closer to the table, so his hand wouldn’t be seen as it traveled up your dress. your breath hitched as you felt matt’s hand brush over your clothed pussy. he gently shushed you into your ear, it was a challenge to hold in your moans. you were lucky that no one was paying attention. you felt matt’s thumb press against your clit over your underwear, rubbing tight circles.

“breathe, baby.” matt whispered, your breaths uneven as he continued teasing you, he knew exactly what he was doing, it was torture. you buried your head into his shoulder, whimpering into it quietly as you felt his fingers slide into your underwear, gliding across your soaked folds underneath your dress. “so wet f’me..” matt whispered to you, your pussy ached, deprived of touch. soon enough, people began to get up and head to the dance floor, the lights dimmed as music turned on.

“let’s go.” matt spoke quietly to you, sliding his fingers out of your panties and taking your hand to help you get up. matt practically dragged you to the bathroom, not caring about the fact that he just walked into a random one. the bathroom was empty, it had marble sinks and gold faucets. matt pulled you into a stall, locking the door of the stall and pushing you up against it in one swift movement.

“matt—“ you croaked out as he lifted your dress, displaying your soaked panties. you gasped as matt pulled them down to your ankles quickly, pushing his fingers inside of your desperate pussy without hesitation. you moaned, throwing your head back as his fingers pumped in and out of you, occasionally curling. the pleasure was overwhelming, it felt as if you were in a whole new dimension.

“if we’re gonna do this, you need to be quiet.” matt said as he cupped your cheek, muffling your moans as he slowly leaned in to kiss you, trying to keep you quiet in case someone walked in. matt’s hands traveled up to your boobs, squeezing them as he continued to kiss you, his lips moving in a slow but desperate rhythm. “such a fuckin’ tease, wearing my favorite dress and teasin’ me all night?” matt murmured as he pulled away from your face, undoing his belt and pulling the pants of his tuxedo down.

all you could do was moan in response, matt grabbed your waist firmly and held you still, his cock lining up with your entrance as he slowly slid into you. you gasped at how good it felt, your back arching against the stall. matt groaned as he slowly began to thrust into you at a steady pace. “matt—oh my god..” you moaned, matt leaned into your face kissing you deeply once more. you moaned into his mouth as you felt his cock go deeper…and deeper.

“yeahhh…y’like that?” matt’s voice was seductive as he mumbled against your mouth, his lips planting kisses down your neck and collarbone, his thrusts not stopping. “need to cum, please..” you whimpered, matt nodded, helping you reach your climax. “go ahead, pretty girl.” matt whispered. the both of you released, you moaned matt’s name one last time before he pulled out of you. if it wasn’t for matt’s firm grip on you, you would’ve for sure collapsed.

matt gently kissed your cheek, grabbing a few pieces of toilet paper to clean you up. “you did amazing, love.” matt praised, gently wiping your pussy. you hummed in response, matt pulled your dress back down carefully. “let’s go, we have a whole night of partying ahead of us.” matt joked as he got dressed and opened the stall door. the both of you were insanely lucky that no one had walked in.

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Pornstar (Matt) [Smut]

Song: Pornstar - Nessa Barrett

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"Take four!" Matt yelled, frustrated. You were trying your best. The large cock thrust in your mouth over and over, gagging you. Your eyes started watering.

"Stop." You called out. Your costar listened to your boundary and removed his medically induced erection from your mouth.

"Star, what's the problem?" Matt set down his clipboard. He showed genuine concern.

"I don't know. I just -" You weren't entirely sure what was wrong. You couldn't do your job today. Stress, maybe? Pretending to love dick in your mouth was so easy for you, but for some reason, the one you were scheduled with today wasn't working for your small throat.

"Take a break. Everyone." Matt looked around to see everyone dispersing from the fake scene. The set was beautiful. The couch was purple and lacey. The backdrop was blood red, making your red lipstick, now a little smeared, pop on camera. Matt came over and bent down in front of you. "Here." He handed you a baby wipe so you could take off your lipstick. "We can wrap up if you want to be done?" His eyes were soft. He always cared for the female models, but there was something different about how he spoke to you. Sometimes, he even gave you soft touches that didn't go unnoticed.

"I don't know what's wrong with me today." You tried to chuckle, but it failed.

"We'll come back tomorrow." He rubbed your knee softly. You nodded, trusting his instincts. He stood up and turned away from you. "That's a day. We'll pick up tomorrow." He instructed. You have been working with Bang Bros Studios for a few months now. You were nervous about venturing into the adult film industry, but your first few times on set were watching seasoned actors and actresses. You quickly saw the company you were vetted to work with and felt better about your decision. But it wasn't until you saw how Matt treated each woman that you signed your contract. The way he covered each girl with their robe or got hands-on and corrected their makeup himself, he always listened attentively if anyone was uncomfortable with performing a certain scene or task. He was the reason you wanted to work here. Just as you were watching him closely, he was returning the attention.

Matt had seen thousands of naked bodies. All shapes and sizes, but yours piqued his interest. You weren't supermodel skinny, but you weren't big enough to be filmed for the BBW content he produced. He knew you were new to the industry immediately. He could tell your pleasure wasn't always faked. Sometimes, as he watched you getting fucked from behind, he could see the true gratification on your face. That wasn't even the most challenging part for him. The hardest part was having to listen to your beautiful moans drip from your lips. He could tell the difference between a real and a forced moan. Your genuine whimpers made him jealous he wasn't the one behind you.

Matt grabbed your robe and held it up so you could slide your arms in. Everyone started packing up random equipment. You felt so guilty you couldn't do your job. Even though no one showed disapproval towards you, you still felt like you let everyone down.

"Don't worry about it. This industry is all about boundaries." Your costar stood in front of you, covered in his velvety robe, his erection tenting the fabric at his hips.

"I know; I just hate setting us back because I can't suck a dick." He laughed.

"Sometimes it's hard to fake pleasure. If you aren't feeling it, you aren't feeling it." He started rubbing your back for extra comfort.

"Thank you." You smiled at him. You look over to see Matt closely watching the interaction. He was talking to a small group of people. The only thing you could think of was you wouldn't have to fake pleasure with him. Slowly but surely, everyone started clearing out of the warehouse. You sat on the couch and looked at the bright lights beaming from the rafters. You sighed heavily.

"It gets easier." You looked past the lights to see Matt, your director and co-producer. He emerged from the shadows to be standing in front of you.

"I hate letting everyone down." You also hated sounding so mopey and complaining to your boss.

"Star. It's okay." He looked down at you. You looked up at him and smiled, knowing he wasn't lying to you. Even though you had only been here for a little while, you could tell everything Matt said was genuine.

"Could you -" You stopped yourself from finishing. You knew your thought was wrong even to think.

"Could I what?" He asked for you to finish.

"Never mind." You pushed the thought back down.

"Come on. Just ask." He pressed. His sly smirk made you think he knew what you wanted to ask.

"How did you become a porn director?" You changed up your question.

"I just knew some people in the industry, and when they needed someone to help out, I was there. Been doing it ever since." He didn't seem ashamed of his profession.

"Have you... ever...?" You paused in between your words, trying to make sure he got the picture without you having to finish.

"I have a couple of times. Wasn't my calling." He chuckled.

"Could you teach me some tricks?" You asked. You wanted help to improve, but you also secretly just wanted an excuse to see what Matt could do to you.

"Of course." He was either really into it or really dumb. He took his jacket off and tossed it aside. He held out his hand for your robe, which you discarded. Naked once again, you laid back on the couch. "So even though you don't have a connection with your Co you have to act like you do or think of someone you do have a connection with. Falsify that connection." He crawled on top of your naked body. He could feel himself getting more hard behind the zipper of his jeans. You arched your back so your breasts rubbed against his shirt. "Good." He praised. He bit his lip and looked down at you. "Where are your hands?" He asked. You wiggled your fingers, feeling them in the open air. You were hesitant to touch him; he was still your boss.

"Am I allowed to -"

"Would you ask during a scene?" His eyes were a soft blue, but they held a dark lust in them. You ran your fingertips underneath his shirt, feeling his smooth skin. Without asking, his fingers glided between your legs up to your crease. You weren't wet at all from earlier, having not been in the mood, but Matt touching you was different. You felt the difference with each little tickle he created. Without thinking, you bent your knee, giving him more room. "Good girl." He cooed. He used the new room to keep moving his fingers closer to your naked body. You shivered, feeling goosebumps rise.

"M..matt." You breathed heavily.

"Yes?" He whispered steadily. You remembered he said not to ask, so you went for it instead of vocalizing your wants. You grabbed his neck and pulled him down to kiss you. It was sweet and short. He pulled away, and you instantly felt regret in the pit of your stomach. He bit his lip as his eyes danced all over your face.

"More." You pleaded. He didn't hesitate. He connected your lips together again, simultaneously poking two fingers into your warm wet thighs. "Oh." You lurched and moaned the word on his lips. He smirked excitedly finally, getting to be the one causing those noises he heard a few times. He pumped his fingers in and out as he kissed you, making sure that the kiss stayed connected as long as possible before breaking it to breathe. As soon as he had a breath of air, he dipped back into it. You instantly felt this was different. This wasn't lights, camera, action. This was slow, sensual, and needy.

"Fuck." He whispered on your lips. He started grinding his hips, trying to please the erection growing in his jeans.

"Show me who you are." You used your hands to start playing with his jeans button. You knew a few tricks yourself, and within seconds, you had them unbuttoned and slid down.

"Nice." He hummed on your neck. You widened your hips, and he filled the new space. You reach down in between his legs and position him right where he needs to be to enter your sweet spot. Without hesitation, he slams into you in full force. You were so wet from just his fingers that he glided into you right away. He was just erect enough to penetrate you but still growing with every stroke. His hips slowly grinded on yours. He was making this fuck passionate. Your hands went up his back to his hair. He groaned at the touch. You lightly tugged at his roots, figuring out that he liked it. Your head rolled back as soon as he reached his peak size.

"Oh my god, Matt." You moaned. He felt pleased with himself. He was the one causing the authentic moans to slip off of your pink-stained lips. He was the one causing you absolute pleasure. He was the one making love to you. He picked up his pace with that last thought. He felt a sudden rush flow through his body, settling to pulse on his tip. You didn't hold your moans back. They were not pornstar moans; they were real moans that had anticipated this moment. He pounded you into the soft purple fabric and bounced back and forth, using the plush cushions as leverage. Your legs wrapped around his waist, sucking him further into you.

"You wanted this?" He asked. You nodded, giving in to your desires. Daydreaming about him finally had its payout.

"Fuck. I'm cuming." You were so focused on how attractive he was your body was working itself up, and you hadn't noticed.

"I'm going to cum in you." He looked directly into your eyes. His voice was soft, but he didn't ask permission. He was telling you. Your back arched off the couch, and he held you with one hand closer to his chest.

"Please cum inside me." You whined. Feeling his cock sliding in and out of you was impressive enough, but now feeling him swelling to stuff you and fill you with his stringy cum was euphoric. Instead of rutting into you fast and hard, he held a steady pace and made sure to push harder into you to reach your cervix. He lightly kissed the back of your insides with ease, causing you to release. Your orgasm noises pushed him entirely over the edge.

"Ugh, fuck." He didn't hold back his gratification. He wrapped his fingers in yours and rode out his high on top of you. He came down to kiss you lightly for a few seconds. Slowing his hips to a stop he kept looking into your eyes.

"Alright, cut!" The lights slowly came back up. "Matt, that was perfect." You turned your head to see someone standing behind the camera.

"What?" You looked back at Matt with confusion evident on your face.

"You just have to learn how to falsify the connection," he said, standing off you and buttoning his jeans up. You stared at him in complete shock, feeling played. He winked and walked over to talk to some people about the film. You covered up, feeling violated. Sitting there thinking about how the perfect moment in your head was ruined. Matt came back over and bent down in front of you. "Just so you know, I didn't fake any of that." He kissed your exposed knee and walked away again. You looked down and smiled to yourself, realizing you had the perfect moment, and it was all on camera so you could watch it back and see it over and over.

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werewolf!matt who loves to leave love bites on pixie!reader. whether it be on her neck, or on her thighs. he’s always leaving a mark on her to show everyone she’s his

"You guys are sick. Im tired of seeing the marks all over Pixie's body. Tired of it, Matthew." Nick grumbles as he stares in disgust at Matt draped over you, head in the crook of your neck, teeth sunk in the flesh of it.

"Youre ruining her skin, dude." Chris chimes in from his spot slumped on the couch. Matt pulls away from your neck, lips slick with his own spit and his teeth slightly bared, canines glistening. You swear he gets off by just having his teeth sunk into you. He sits up, eyes hazy, and drool dribbling down his chin slightly, he's messy with it.

Nick audibly makes a noise of disgusts, something between a groan and a gag. "This is so gross." He whines before walking off to his room. Chris just laughs and motions to his own chin. "You got a little something...on your face, Matt."

Matt reaches a hand up to wipe at his chin, and he looks genuinely shocked when his hand comes back wet. He looks back to you, while your hand wipes at your neck, taking the spit off of it, and rubbing your fingers over the indents of his teeth in your neck.

You smile as Matt smiles, his is more of a smirk than anything else. "Thats fun, i like that." He murmurs leaning back down to lay his head on your shoulder.

"Yeah I know you do, wolf boy." You reply with a sigh as you thread your fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck. Theres silence for a beat until you gasp, hand tightening in Matt's hair as his teeth find solace in your collarbone. Great.

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Bags - Matt Sturniolo

pairings: bsf!matt x bsf!reader

summary: when you’ve had feelings for your best friend and finally tell him

warnings: kissing, swearing, fluff

“i don’t know, what if he doesn’t reciprocate these feelings that i have for him” you anxiously say, hoping for this conversation to end “y/n you’re like the only person who isn’t taking the hint, we all know he likes you and that you like him back, so stop being a pussy and just tell him how you feel later today!”

“i can’t okay, he clearly likes addy” addy is another one of your friends in the group, you two aren’t as close, but she’s still a good friend of yours, and matt’s

“no he does not, and it’s not like they’re dating, you’re not like a homewrecker or anything” hannah says trying to convince you of it

it’s been two hours and you guys arrive at the sturniolo house, before you could leave the drivers seat, you feel a hand reach out to grab you “tell him by the end of today” hannah says, you sigh in response then you both exit the car, you walk up to the door and knock and the whole time hannah is giving you a certain look, you know what you had to do

“heyyy” nick says, moving aside to welcome you into his home, as you walk in you already see everyone there, sitting on the couch greeting you and hannah, your eyes land on matt’s, he quickly stands up when you two interlock eyes to greet you directly

“hey y/n” he says in a soft manner, you could barely move your lips and all you could manage to let out was “hey” the two of you slide down onto the couch sitting beside eachother, just centimeters apart from your arms touching, on the other side of him was addy, “hey y/n!” she calls out to you “oh hey addy” you say back trying to sound as friendly as possible because starting now you’re going to overthink all of your interactions with these two

an hour has passed and everyone’s gotten up and around and talked, you are no longer sitting beside matt and addy but next to chris, you were laughing as you watch him and nick currently teaching hannah how to play their favorite video game, and to the other side now was addy and matt talking and touching about whatever

hannah took notice of you staring at them and mouths out to you “go tell him” but right now you were just too frustrated to even say anything because of the way they were acting around eachother, you start to think to yourself how there’s no way he could ever like you back, look at the way he’s being with addy, there’s no possible way he could like you and not her

all the emotions are now starting to flow through you and you quickly get up to go to the bathroom, on your way there tears start to fog up your eyes and matt looks at you before you could fully make your way down the hallway

you close the door to the bathroom and splash water on your face so that the redness the crying has created goes away, you then hear a quiet knock on the door that you thought would be from hannah so you open it only to find a beautiful figure of a man standing infront of you

“oh- uh matt” you say in shock trying to wipe the last of the tears off your face “y/n what’s wrong? you looked upset” you look into his eyes for a few seconds, contemplating on whether or not you should say the things that could either shape or break your friendship with matt, before you could think anymore you went for it

“matt i’m so done with this, i like you okay? i’ve been liking you but i could just never find the right time to say it, i’ve been holding this back for a while because i know that you like addy, so if you don’t like me back that’s fine, i just had to get this off my chest” did you really just say that? you could barely look at him, scared of what he’ll say next

“y/n, how could i not like you? you’re funny, beautiful, smart, and i could just go on and on, i don’t even know why you brought up addy, she’s just a friend, but you are more than that to me and i’m so glad you told me how you feel because i feel the same way”

you stare at eachother for a quick moment then you ultimately break the silence “soo what now?”

“y/n, do you want to be my girlfriend?” is all you hear matt say before you plant your lips onto his

“yes”.

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Matt Sturniolo one shots !

pairing : matt x reader

warnings/content : suggestive content , one shot about period cramps , four one shots , lowercase intended ! , not proofread

ৎ★ ┈➤ you and matt were snuggled up comfortably together, you huddled into his chest with his arms wrapped around your back whilst you watched a sweet film about two people falling in love. somehow, you didn’t notice, but matt’s arm intentionally and carefully slipped from your back to under the warm blanket. he placed his hand on your knee, slowly drifting it upwards, closer to your core. you noticed matt’s movement, and your focus was drifted from the movie to his hand, waiting for him to touch that one sweet spot you wanted him to.

ৎ★ ┈➤ you groaned and winced in pain from your excruciating period cramps, clutching closely and desperately onto your fluffy beige hot water bottle, feeling like you’d pass out from the pain if you didn’t. you’d always had pretty extreme period cramps. “so, i go-“ you picked your head up to see matt who was standing in the doorway, a worried expression on his face as he brought up the glass of water you’d asked for a few minutes prior. matt soon realised why you were in so much pain and rapidly raced toward the bed, sitting down next to you carefully. “hey, ‘s okay, ‘s okay,” he reassured you softly, trying to comfort you as much as possible. “what d’ya want? i’ll grab anything. chocolate, chips, ice cream?” he suggested, desperately wanting to find a solution to help as he ran a hand through your hair soothingly.

ৎ★ ┈➤ “nate!” you giggled with a cute, cheesy grin displayed across your face as nate made a joke that caused you and a few of your other friends to have an outburst of laughter. your expression soon turned more neutral and serious as you noticed matt’s displeased expression, clearly jealous at how much attention you were giving nate. none of the others noticed, however, it was very clear to you. the sharp glare in his eyes, directed mostly at nate, his pursed soft lips and clenched jaw expressing his irritation toward your lack of attention to him. shuffling closer to him on your couch, “don’t worry, you’re still my favourite. No need to be so jealous.” you teased quietly and smugly to matt with a cheeky grin. “‘m not jealous.” he retorted in a frustrated tone, but he couldn’t hide the small smile tugging at the corner of his lips from your words. shaking his head, he allowed his lips to curl into a grin and he looked down to hide it as well as he could.

ৎ★ ┈➤ “what about this one?” you asked matt, tilting your head as you brought the pretty blue dress hanging onto the hanger to your body, seeing what it would look like on you. “uh-yeah, yeah-looks good.” he stuttered, unable to focus on the beautiful blue dress in front of your body when he could see your revealing midnight blue lingerie set clinging to your body from behind the dress. “c’mere for a second.” he said softly, but it wasn’t like he was asking you, he was telling you. you swiftly walked closer to him, curious as to why he wanted you to come closer, you assumed it was just so he could see your outfit better. “try it like this,” he gently took hold of the hanger, pretending to present it on you in a different way. merely a few seconds after he’d taken it, he put it to the side and roughly pulled you closer to him, earning a quiet yelp to escape your lips. at first you were confused as to why he just yanked you closer, then when you look down and noticed the growing tent in his trousers, you soon realised. with a slight grin, you looked at him as if to say ‘really?’. “gotta be quiet, aight?” he muttered lustfully, his eyes full with desire.

i mean, after all, you were only in the changing rooms of a shop.

[unknvhx]

hes so cute

[sweetshuga]

MS ✰ String you out ✧ CS

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Warnings⚠︎ Smut!, Suggestive remarks!, strong language!, threesome!, size kink, lowkey breeding kink, pet names, p in v, dp, unprotected sex (do not), oral (m! receiving), squirting, vibe, slight intoxication (but full consent), etc.

Word count. 3k

Note. English is not my first language! Not proofread!

Psa. Matt refers to reader as "pretty" and Chris refers to reader as "ma", just so you don't get confused with the dialogues.

Sum. Everything goes south when you show up at the campus Halloween party in a tiny black witch costume; becoming their prey for the night.

You weren’t prepared when your best friend came knocking at your door with a big duffle bag, trying to convince you to come to the annual Halloween party, but you had already decided to stay in your dorm room and continue doing your assignments.

"C’mon, don’t be like that, I even bought us matching costumes," she stepped inside, letting you close the door behind her. "I can help you do your make-up, please?" Your friend begged, plopping down on your bed. You sighed and rubbed your temple, "I told you already, I’m not going, that Halloween party will probably be just like a frat one and you know how I am about frat parties."

Your friend crossed her arms with raised eyebrows, "no, it won’t be like a frat party, but I guess there’ll be those fraternity guys there since you know... Campus party, everyone’s gonna be there–" you cut her off, "except for me," causing her to collapse back onto your bed.

"Pretty please?" She pleaded again, jutting her bottom lip out dramatically, making you laugh. "No, like I said–" she cut you off with a groan, "c’mooon, Halloween happens only once a year..." her voice trailed off as a grin made its way onto her lips, "if you go this once, I won’t bug you again, like I promise I won’t ask you to come to frat parties with me."

You couldn’t help but be tempted with the deal, clearing your throat as you looked at her, "you serious?" She nodded vigorously, "yeah, I am, I am dead serious, so? will you?" You sighed and nodded, eliciting a happy "yay" from her.

She immediately spilled the contents from her huge duffel bag, tons of make-up products and two matching witch costumes. You picked one up, inspecting it. The costume was incredibly short and could almost pass off as a long shirt.

"Are you serious? This is what you picked?" She gave you a deadpanned look, "it’s Halloween! You know what they say, the only time of the year to be as slutty as you want." She nudged your arm, grinning, "plus I bet guys would go nuts when they see you in this."

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Your friend helped you with your make-up, and as you looked in the mirror, you felt like you were someone else, in a good way. The costume was short, but it made you feel a bit more confident than usual. The black heel boots you had lying around – that you’ve been wanting to wear for so long – seemed to match the vibe of the dress.

The long sleeves and overall style of the costume had already started to grow on you. "Not too bad," you said as you curled your hair, "yeah? told you so," your friend grinned triumphantly, making you roll your eyes in a playful manner.

The moment you arrived at the party, your ears immediately rang at the loud music, "fuck, why is it so loud here?" you shouted to your friend, trying to get your words across the short distance, but the music drowned out your voice.

"It’s always this loud, you’re just not used to it, c’mon, let’s get drinks!" She dragged you towards the table of drinks, expertly weaving through the crowd. Alcohols that you didn’t even know the names of were stacked in an oddly neat way along with soft drinks, water and way too many solo cups.

A girl standing by the table, dressed as the grinch, offered to make you and your friend drinks, halloween specials. As you were sipping on your drink, you noticed a pair of guys, almost identical looking.

"Holy fuck, you know who they are?" you nudged your friend, jerking your head at the direction of the guys dressed as vampires. She followed your gaze and looked at them, "yeah?" she chuckled, "you don’t?" Shaking your head as you kept your gaze on the guys, unable to take it off of them.

"Of course you don’t, you’re always buried in schoolwork," she clicked her tongue, "they’re quite famous around campus you know?" You let out a huff, taking another big gulp of your drink, groaning at the burn of the mixed alcohols. "So? Who are they?"

"The one with the cap is Chris and the one that doesn’t have a cap is Matt, obviously, they’re identical triplets, but I don’t think Nick’s here today." You let out an "oh" sound of understanding before you took another sip of your drink.

"Heard they got a bro code or whatnot, like they wouldn’t hit the same girl," your friend shrugged, telling you all she knew about them, "yeah... couldn’t care less, c’mon let’s just dance or something," you said pulling your friend away from the table of drinks and onto the dance floor. You couldn’t help but feel interested despite your words.

After one too many drinks and a few stolen glances later, you found yourself in a bathroom, two pairs of hands roaming over your body while you shared a kiss with one of the guys—the one with the cap.

The other one kissed your neck, trailing it down to your collarbone and leaving love bites there before going back to your neck. The one with the cap broke the kiss, "you know our names ma?" He breathed out, "uh... you’re Chris, and he’s Matt, right?" you asked hesitantly, the slight intoxication making your mind a jumbled up mess.

"Mhm—bingo, pretty," Matt whispered, his lips grazing just under your earlobe, causing a shiver to run down your spine. Butterflies swarmed in your stomach as they continued to kiss and caress your body, your body reacting to every word and touch from them, making their faces light up with smirks.

Their fake fangs nipped at your skin, causing you to gasp softly each time. "Say, let’s go to a more comfortable place?" Chris suggested, "Yeah, can’t really do much in a bathroom," Matt chuckled as he added.

They led you out of the bathroom and weaved through the crowd of people dancing. You tried to find your friend to tell her you were going but you couldn't find her in the crowd. Suddenly, you got a message and a photo from her apologizing saying that she was gonna head home with her boyfriend since it was getting late. How convenient.

You sighed and let the guys lead you out of the party, your costume rode up ever so slightly as you tried to balance on the heel boots in your slightly tipsy state. You were very much aware of your surroundings and the two fellas, dressed as vampires, leading you towards their car.

"Where are we going?" You asked, a bit puzzled but willing. Matt and Chris both chuckled in unison at your confused state, "oh yeah, we’re gonna go to our place, you mind?" Chris asked as he looked back at you, "I mean, if you don’t feel comfortable with that, we could always hit up a hotel," Matt shrugged.

You hummed, looking back and forth between them before making your decision, "no, yeah, i’m good with your place," they both visibly relaxed and grinned, "alright then, hop in, pretty," Matt said as he opened the backseat door.

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The drive to their place was fairly fast, accompanied by small talks and laughter, but that quickly turned into heated kisses and breathy moans once you got inside their house. Stumbling into one of their rooms, they started to strip you out of the skimpy costume.

Gently pushing you on the bed before they started to strip themselves, your gaze raked over their bodies as you waited on the bed, biting your lip in anticipation. Once they were matching you in nakedness, they sat on either side of you, starting to lavish attention to your body once again.

"Fuck, you’re so beautiful ma, so fucking beautiful," Chris murmured against the swell of your breast, "mhm... so pretty" Matt whispered an agreement in your ear before kissing along your jawline, his hand caressing your body, slowing inching down to cup your mound.

You hissed softly when his fingers made in contact with your swollen clit, slick with arousal, and throbbing for attention. The brothers quickly picked up on your growing need and desperation as they saw just how wet you had become.

Your folds glistened in the dim light of the bedside lamp, the obvious need evident in your tone when Chris plunged a finger inside your tight heat. "Fu—ck," you moaned softly, your breathing a lot more ragged now that he was moving his digit in and out of you, slipping in a second finger and smirking at how you seemed to suck in his fingers.

"Someone’s eager," Matt chuckled, his voice a bit deeper than usual, betraying his arousal. The pads of his fingers started to circle your sensitive bundle of nerves, eliciting slightly louder moans from you.

The feeling was already so pleasurable, and you didn’t know if it was the alcohol making you feel more than usual or just the brothers themselves, either way you knew you were incredibly turned on.

They adjusted your position, easily manhandling you, but their touch was gentle– almost tender if you will. The new position gave them more to work with. You were on your hands and knees and they stood on their knees on either side of you, still squeezing and caressing every inch of skin they could touch.

They were big – huge even – it made you feel a bit nervous. They were easily 10", and who knows how thick, standing tall and proud. You gulped softly when Chris gripped your hip with one hand and led his length towards your aching pussy. The tip of his cock slid up and down your slit, making you whine and push back against him.

They chuckled at your needy gestures and sounds, "you’re so responsive ma, ’s intoxicating," Chris emphasized his words with a slap on your ass, causing you to jolt and whine, his hand gently caressing the reddening skin.

Matt, being the one in front of you, caressed your cheek and made you look up at him by lifting your face by your jaw. Smirking when he saw the desperation in your eyes, "what’s up pretty? Can’t handle a little teasing?" He spoke with faux sympathy, making you all the more desperate.

Before you could open your mouth to speak, you felt the sudden stretch, causing you to move forward—trying to get away from the sensation, only to be held in place by two pairs of hands. Chris clicked his tongue, "relax ma," his hands squeezed your ass, sinking his fingers in your plush flesh as he moved forward, filling you completely.

"Oh fu—ck, Chris too big–" your moans got muffled when Matt fed you his length, groaning at the sensation of your mouth on him and the vibrations from your moans as Chris took you from behind.

Chris’ pupils dilated when he saw the way your ass recoiled against his hips with each deep and slow thrust, he gripped your hips tighter and surged forward with increasing fervor. The force of it pushed you forward, each thrust making you involuntarily deepthroat Matt, making them both groan at the pleasure.

Chris suddenly pulled out, and stood up, "I think I’ve got something nice." Matt chuckled when he understood what Chris implied and pulled out of your mouth with a wet pop. You looked at them confused, feeling empty and still aching with need.

A few minutes later, Chris came back with a vibrator and a bottle of lube in hand. You blinked rapidly as your gaze flickered between the brothers, making them chuckle, "don’t worry pretty, we’ll make you feel good, ’promise." Chris sat on the bed behind you, getting in position again.

"Alright ma, up," he playfully slapped your ass before helping you back in the position you were in moments ago, but this time you were facing Chris with Matt behind you. Your moans filled the room once again when Matt entered you, stretching you deliciously.

Your moans were quickly muffled by Chris’ cock, which you eagerly let in your mouth, and the pleasure was already bordering on too much. Your body tensed when you felt vibrations on your clit. Matt groaned loudly when he felt you clench around him like a vice, his hips picking up pace in response.

Your moans vibrated around Chris’ shaft, making him buck his hips faster, fucking your mouth as he gripped your hair in a makeshift ponytail. Your eyes rolled back briefly as Matt hit that spot deep within you, the one that made sparks dance behind your eyes, the one that made you moan louder.

The vibrations of the vibe increased, making your legs shake as you tried to ground yourself from the intense pleasure that you wondered if you could take any more of. That was when Matt held you by your waist and started to target a specific spot—your g-spot.

The feeling of him hitting your g-spot with such precision and the vibrator doing its job on your throbbing clit, made you squirm, trying to get away from the intensity of it all, but their hands kept you in place. With a loud muffled moan you squirted, unable to warn them due to Chris’ cock in your mouth. The brothers let out breathy chuckles when they saw the mess you were making, but didn’t stop nevertheless.

They followed you soon after, their releases filling up your holes. You couldn’t even keep yourself steady on your legs and arms anymore, it was all threatening to buckle under you any second.

Carefully, they laid you down, and seeing the wrecked state you were in just seemed to fuel their desires further. Their semi-hard lengths hardened once more as they gazed down at you. Your disheveled hair, the hickeys adorning your body, Matt’s release trickling out of you and Chris’ dripping down your chin.

Matt’s hand came up to caress your side, causing a breathy sigh to escape your lips, "you think you can go one more round pretty?" Chris chuckled softly, "mhm—ma, don’t think we can get enough of you, think you can take us both?"

"Both? like at the same time?" you whispered, your voice already hoarse from overuse. They nodded, chuckling as they helped you into a sitting position, "yeah, we’ve got lube, but it’s fine if you’re not up for it, pretty—" you cut him off, "well, I don’t mind, i mean... if it can fit that is..." your voice trailed off as you looked down at their laps.

"Don’t worry, ma, we’ll make it fit," is all you heard before they got in position. Matt laying with you on top of him and Chris behind you. The pop of the lube cap made your body shiver in anticipation, the mildly cold oil jolting every nerve as it ran down your slit, making you shudder.

Matt slowly pushed inside, eliciting a soft moan from you, and as you finally adjusted to his size, Chris nudged himself on your already full pussy. "Shh— ’s alright, pretty, just relax," Matt cooed from under you, his arms holding you in place as Chris entered you from behind. You squirmed under their touch, moaning loudly, and the stretch being too much, too big.

Chris grunted at the tightness as he pushed inside, stilling when he bottomed out inside you, "shit ma, so fuckin’ tight," he hissed through his teeth. Matt chuckled, his voice huskier, "yeah, you like how we stretch you, pretty? how fuckin’ big we are?" You could only mumble a "yes" that sounded more like a whimper.

They let you adjust to their sizes—the fullness and the stretch. Their hands caressed your body soothingly, whispering sweet nothings in your ears, and kissing your shoulders and neck.

You finally relaxed around them, moaning softly at the sudden pang of pleasure from being filled to the brim. Your pleasure didn’t go unnoticed by Matt and Chris, chuckling to themselves as they started to move. Your world blurred as you felt an immense pleasure you’ve never felt before.

Your body moved on its own, meeting their thrusts, wanting more of that delicious feeling. And all that only made them move faster – harder – thrusting into you with renewed fervor. Your hands clutched whatever you could hold, grounding yourself so you wouldn’t get consumed by the pleasure.

"Fu—ck pretty, so fuckin’ tight," Chris mumbled an agreement, both of them holding you in place as they took what they wanted. You could only hold on, and moan for them. "Shit, gonna fill you up so good— swell you with my cum, ma," Chris groaned, "Yeah, fuck— you ready for us pretty?" Matt added, muffling his sounds of pleasure on your shoulder.

You mumbled a plea for them to cum inside you—to which they gladly did, groaning and moaning as they filled you up. Their combined release spilled out from the sides, making a mess.

Gently pulling out from your well-used hole, their chests heaved with exertion. In spite of their softening cocks, they couldn’t help the feral, almost animalistic, feeling when they saw the sight of their mixed release trickling out of your pussy.

They both groaned under their breaths before exchanging knowing glances, a silent conversation between them, and slowly alerting you about their insatiable desires for you. "You okay, pretty?" Matt’s hand caressed your cheek while Chris squeezed your ass, "we’re not done with you ma, not by a long shot."

They chuckled as they saw you look at them surprised, but didn’t protest or say no, instead pulled them closer – a silent plea for more. "We’re gonna fuck this pussy so good," Matt whispered in your ear, "and fill you up with our spend until you swell with our babies," Chris added, whispering in your other ear.

Their words were filled with promises, and that alone made you feel immense pleasure, a need for more.

The next morning, you woke up with a bad headache, and sore all over. It wasn’t a surprise that you had a hangover but it was a surprise when you became aware of your surroundings. You were in an unknown room, entangled with not one, but two guys. It didn’t help that they were brothers, identical brothers.

"Heard they got a bro code or whatnot, like they wouldn’t hit the same girl." Your friend’s words echoed in your head. Guess it wasn’t true after all, their bro code.

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wc. 3,086

Isa's notes. I've never written a Chratt fic before, or anything with two love interests, or a threesome in that matter so like... my bad if it's shit.

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"you sure about this?" you asked matt from your kneeling position between his legs, hands on his bare thighs as you looked up at him for permission. matt’s eyes lingered on your lips before looking into your eyes, his tongue darting out to wet his lips in a nervous gesture as he shifted on his gaming chair, spreading his legs a little wider as he nodded, mumbling a quiet "yeah, really sure".

that was all the confirmation you needed and you grasped his aching length, eliciting a slight buck from his hips and a soft groan. his breath hitched in his throat when you moved your hand languidly over his cock, precum oozing out of his angry red tip – all swollen and twitchy from not getting relief.

his lips parted to let out a soft sound that sounded like a moan as he looked at you with pleading eyes. "please... can you start?" his words were nothing more than a mere whisper, not wanting to sound too demanding, but needing to feel your warm mouth around him and the thought alone made his cock twitch in your hand. a fresh bead of precum pooled on his tip before sliding down his shaft and onto your fingers.

the feeling of his warm arousal sent shivers down your spine. your eyes locked onto his for a moment, the air was almost suffocating with the sexual tension charged up to maximum. your gaze fell back down to his cock as you shifted in your position, feeling yourself grow wet and restless. your swallowed thickly before looking back up into his eyes. "you ready?"

was he ready? that almost made him laugh. after all, he was more than ready.

"yeah, m’ready," he breathed out, adjusting his position yet again. he hissed in a sharp breath when your tongue made contact with the underside of his head, a bead of precum slid down his tip and onto your eager tongue. your tongue flattened out to lick a stripe up the veiny underside of his shaft, making him buck his hips.

matt’s eyes closed in pleasure, his brows knitting together as your mouth expertly licked and kissed his cock, not sucking him off yet, but giving him enough pleasure not to complain about it. his hand fell on top of your head, not pushing you down, just resting there as you glanced up at him with his hefty length in front of your face.

"please, don’t tease me— oh--ffuuckkk..." his voice trailed off into a low – almost satisfied – moan when you finally wrapped your lips around the needy red head of his cock, immediately starting to bob your head up and down, slowly taking more of his length each time.

matt’s jaw dropped, eyes nearly rolling back as his hands scrambled to stop your head, too overwhelmed by the pleasure you were giving him. the feeling of your tongue swirling on the sensitive underside of his cock was a tad bit too stimulating. "w-wait, t-too much, too much!" he keened, his hands gently pushing your head back and off his cock.

you pulled away with a wet 'pop', looking up at him with a confused expression before it quickly turned into a teasing grin when you realised he wasn’t pushing you away due to discomfort—rather the opposite.

"oh? ain’t you sooo sensitive?" you barely held back a chuckle, making him glare at you—to which you smiled innocently to, as if you didn’t just tease him of his sensitivity. "shut up and go easy on me, you nearly sucked me dry." he mumbled, shifting in his seat.

"alright, alright," you chuckled, "just feel and don’t think too much of it, you’re ruining your own fun." you couldn’t help but tease him again before you gave him what he wanted. matt’s lips parted to let out a soft groan when you wrapped your lips around his tip again, going back to giving him head, but much slower this time.

you slowly engulfed at least half of his cock before hollowing out your cheeks and sucking upwards towards his tip, making him shudder and moan quietly. "fu--ckk," matt rasped, his hips bucking up slightly when your head went down again, taking more of his length this time.

matt’s hands gently held the sides of your head, looking down at you with dilated pupils. "can i... can i fuck your face?" even he, himself, was surprised at his own boldness, but he waited patiently for your answer nonetheless, not trying to backpedal or take back his words. he was looking at you with pleading eyes as the bands in his stomach tightened with each bob of your head.

you finally gave in, pulling him out of your mouth to speak, panting softly. "yeah, go ahead, i want you to experience the utmost pleasure, after all." you said with mock seriousness, making him snort in amusement. he held your head gently and slowly fed you his length, keeping eye contact.

"haahh... mmfh-mm, juuust like that," matt encouraged quietly, his hips bucking up to fuck your face. "your mouth feels so good– you’re taking me soo well, fuck, i don’t think i’ll last..." he praised, his hands tightened their grip on your hair and head as he kept you in place, fucking your mouth with increasing vigor when he felt his balls draw tight—his release was right there, so close but still out of reach.

he slowed his hips when he saw the tears in your eyes, not knowing if he was hurting you as he stopped completely, pulling his glistening shaft out of your mouth. "am i hurting you?" he whispered, his expression shifting into a remorseful one. "shit sorry, i’m so sorry, we can stop-" "hey, no, no, it’s alright matt, don’t worry, keep going." you cut him off, reassuring him.

"don’t worry alright?" you looked at him until he nodded and smiled softly before continuing, "you’re not hurting me one bit." matt nodded again, sighing. "sorry, i’m just so nervous right now and i saw your tears and i thought..." his words trailed off when you took him in your mouth again, a groan fell out of his parted pink lips.

"keep going," you mumbled around his shaft, the vibrations causing a shiver to ripple through him, and he complied, starting to thrust his hips shallowly and slowly before he quickly got lost in the sensations again. the bands in his lower abdomen were becoming more and more taut.

"sorry, i- fuckk, just a bit more, just-just i’m s’close, can you–nghh–can you keep up with me for a bit?" his words were almost slurred as it stumbled out quickly, stopping for a bit for you to answer, and with your subtle nod of confirmation – despite your tears and the slight chocking – he returned to thrusting into your mouth, biting his lips to muffle his moans.

suddenly, the bands in his abdomen snapped abruptly, leaving him gasping.

"shiit— m’c-cumming! mmmfffp!" matt’s hand flew up to cover his mouth, effectively muffling the sounds of his own moans as his hips jerked and twitched, his free hand keeping your head down on his cock almost subconsciously as he got lost in the pleasure.

you swallowed around his cock, drinking his cum straight from the source. matt’s body shuddered from aftershocks, his expression was one of pure bliss. slowly coming down from his high, he took his hand away from his mouth, sighing deeply in contentment as his body went lax against the chair – sated to say the least.

you languidly sucked up and released his half-hard cock with a soft pop, licking your lips afterwards, keeping eye contact as you shifted slightly in your position on the floor to relieve some of the tension in your panties due to the slutty sounds he had let out. matt took some tissues and helped you wipe your mouth, swallowing thickly, his eyes lingering on your lips before looking back into your eyes.

the sexual tension was electric.

"all that apple juice really made your cum taste sweet." you teased, breaking the tension, helping him clean up and fix his clothes. matt smiled appreciatively as you helped him, his lips curling up into a bashful grin. "well, i guess i’ll have to keep drinking it then huh?" he joked, helping you stand up to your feet.

you opened your mouth to say something back, but chris suddenly burst into the room, catching you both off guard. he was none the wiser to the tension lingering in the air as he laughed about something that happened to him and nick just now and nagging you both to follow him into the living room. you and matt exchanged a glance before following chris, leaving your cute little secret in his room.

for now.

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Innocent touches

From older bf! Matt x sweetheart! Reader au

Contains/warnings: dry humping, innocent! virgin! Reader, making out, pet names, readers first orgasm

It all started innocently, the two of you curled up on the couch watching a movie. Your head rested on Matt’s shoulder, his arm wrapped securely around you. It was cozy, comforting until Matt’s gaze drifted down to you.

You were wearing those soft, pink pajama shorts and that little matching top that always drove him crazy, even though you didn’t mean for it to. He tried to keep his focus on the screen, but the way your hand absentmindedly traced patterns on his knee wasn’t helping.

Before he knew it, he tilted your chin up and kissed you. What started as sweet and slow quickly turned into you straddling his lap, making out intensely. The movie was completely forgotten, his hands resting firmly on your hips as he held you close.

Matt's grip tightened on your hips as the kiss deepened, his body responding eagerly to your closeness. His hands slide up from your hips, trailing gently along your sides and eliciting a shiver from you. He grins slightly, pleased by your reaction, and pauses briefly to admire you. “You look so good sweetheart.” He leans in, his lips hovering just inches from yours, his breath mingling with your own. "You drive me crazy," he murmurs, his voice low and husky, before attacking your lips again.

“Mmh” you let out small whimpers as you kiss him back. You're a little nervous, you guys haven’t done anything like this before.

Matt kisses you back just as passionately, his arms wrapping around you in a tight embrace. He notices your whimpers and it only makes him more determined to make you feel good. Matt breaks the kiss. He reaches up to gently brush a strand of hair behind your ear, his thumb tracing the curve of your jaw. "It's okay, baby, just kiss me.”

You nod, your face almost a shade of red as you do as he says.

Matt smiles softly as he sees your blush, finding it adorable. His thumb gently tilts your chin up so he can deepen the kiss. His hands slowly slide down to your waist, his touch gentle and reassuring.

Matt's body responds to your closeness and the intensity of the kiss. A noticeable bulge begins to form in his pants, growing with each passing moment. He tries to hide it slightly, not wanting to intimidate you, but the evidence of his arousal is clear. Luckily you don’t notice at first.

His hands guide your hips in slow, gentle movements against his growing erection. He knows he might be crossing a line, but he can't help it. The friction feels amazing. His kisses become more urgent, his breathing heavier as he fights the urge to grind harder against you. "God, you feel so good,"

A wet patch starts forming on your shorts, your breathing starts to fasten. You’ve never felt this way before. “Mmmh M-Matt…”

Matt feels the wetness spreading on your shorts and it sends a jolt of excitement through him. He gently moves your hips, not wanting to overwhelm you. "Shh, it's okay sweetheart, we don’t have to actually do anything… let’s just keep doing this.” he soothes, his lips brushing your ear as he speaks.

You let this new sensation take control. Small whimpers and moans escape your mouth as you hide your face in the crook of his neck.

Matt's breath catches in his throat as he feels your warm breath against his neck and hears your innocent yet incredibly sexy moans. His fingers dig into your hips slightly, losing control as he feels you getting more turned on against him.

“Mh hmm Matt”

“Dammit, you can't make those noises… it's too much," he groans, his hips bucking gently against yours as he tries to get more friction. He looks down, noticing the dark wet spot spreading on your shorts, "You're getting wetter…" He tilts your head up so he can see your face. “Look at me sweetheart.”

Your face is completely flushed, you’re trying your best to quiet down your moans and whimpers.

Matt's eyes darken with desire as he takes in your flushed face, the way your lips are parted and swollen from kissing, and the quiet whimpers still escaping you. "Fuck.” He leans in, capturing your lips in a messy, desperate kiss as he continues to grind against you slowly.

Matt's hands slide up your back, arching you closer to him as he continues the rhythm against you. Your soft noises and the feel of your getting wetter through your shorts are driving him crazy. He breaks the kiss to trail his lips down your neck.

“Mh Matt… it feels so good.” You let out as you lean your head back giving him more space.

"So fucking good," he agrees, his teeth gently scraping against your neck as he kisses and sucks at your sensitive skin. His free hand reaches up to gently tug at your hair, pulling your head back further to give him better access to your neck. "You're so fucking wet for me," he whispers, his voice strained with need.

You feel an unfamiliar knot forming on your stomach. You start moaning more as that feeling gets stronger.

Matt can feel your body tensing under his touch, the way your hips are pushing back against his. He wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you even closer as he continues to rub against you through the thin fabric of your shorts. "Look at me,"

“Ahh fuck Matt I- I-”

Matt's eyes snap up to your face, seeing the look of pure pleasure and confusion on it. He knows you're close, so he leans in, kissing you deeply as he grinds against you harder, wanting to push you over the edge. "It's okay, just let go,"

“Oh god Matt… mmh” you moan desperately as you cum.

Matt feels your body shudder and tremble against his as your orgasm crashes over you, your moans vibrating against his lips. He holds you tightly, letting you ride out the waves of pleasure, his own arousal pulsing urgently but ignored in favor of ensuring your comfort. "That's it sweetheart, you're incredible. Fuck, feeling you cum like that..."

“Matt, thank you… I’ve never felt that way.” You say a bit shyly.

Matt nuzzles your neck, inhaling your scent deeply. "You've never...?" He pulls back slightly to look at you, his brow furrowing. "You've never had an orgasm before?"

You nod and look down feeling even more nervous and shy.

Matt's eyes widen in surprise, then soften with a tender affection. He gently tilts your chin up so your eyes meet his. "Hey, don't be shy sweetheart. I'm honored to have been the one to show you that feeling."

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! ! sweetheart!matt visiting barista!reader at her coffee shop

the coffee shop was as vibrant as ever, the smell of coffee beans and vanilla syrup filled the air. you hummed a soft tune as you mixed a customer’s drink. once you were finished, you stuck the order label onto the cup and covered the drink. you smiled sweetly at the young lady who thanked you as you handed her order to her.

you loved your job more than anything in the world. you got to meet new people and make many friends, and pursue something you truly loved at the same time. you wiped the counter where all the coffee and espresso machines were set up, while your co-workers helped take and make orders. it was peaceful to be in this environment.

just then, you heard a familiar speak. “hey, i’m lookin’ for a very pretty girl, wearing a brown apron, forgot her name though..” your eyes immediately lit up, turning around and seeing matt standing behind the counter, waiting at your cash register with flowers and chocolate in his hands.

“matt!” you squealed, not too loudly though. matt smiled as you leaned over the other side of the counter to give him a quick kiss. you took the flowers and chocolate, setting them aside for now. you adjusted your apron and your visor.

“what’re you doing here?” you asked, your smile only growing more vibrant the more you looked into his loving blue eyes. “jus’ wanted to see my favorite girl. we finished filming a little while ago, so i thought i’d stop by for a drink.” matt spoke sweetly, propping his elbows against the counter and looking up at the menu.

“what can i get ya?” you asked him. matt hummed for a minute before he decided. “i’ll get a hot chocolate. and maybe a boyfriend discount too?” matt winked at you, making you giggle. “matt, it’s three dollars.” you said. matt shrugged, laughing as well. “but, i suppose i could make an exception.” you said. matt shook his head. “i’m kidding baby, here.” matt handed you three dollar bills. you put them in the cash register.

“one hot chocolate coming up, sir!” you saluted, making matt smile at you warmly. you easily made his drink, you stuck the label onto his cup and kissed it, your pink lipgloss making a mark. you handed matt his drink. “made with love.” you said as matt sipped his drink. he gently leaned over and kissed your cheek. “thank you, sweetheart. i’ll see you later okay?” matt told you. you nodded and watched as he walked out of the coffee shop, you missed him already.

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Sadistic!Matt x Knife

“Love is a dagger"

**This Fic Series will NOT be for people with triggers. This Fic Series will have very descriptive moments of Sadism.**

Sadistic (Sadism - The Act Of Being Sadistic)

Deriving (getting) pleasure from inflicting (causing) pain, suffering, or humiliation on others.

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Matt was losing his mind. No matter what he did, he couldn't shake the wonder of why you were so wet that night. He had gotten rough with other girls in the past, and they immediately backpedaled. He was back on the web, scrolling every nook and cranny of the dark web, trying to find that website again to buy you. He realized he needed you. Or at least needed to find out if he had accidentally killed you. He had been watching the news for a death in the hotel and hadn't heard anything yet. The link he was sent two nights ago was a one-time use link. So that wasn't an option. He had searched 'submissive' but was only turning up various porn. None of which were good enough for him. He was starting to feel discouraged, but the intensity of the orgasm you caused him was enough to keep him scrolling.

You were fine. You woke up on the mattress with a puddle of cum dripping out of you. Even that made you feel hot again. You just sat there thinking about his face and how intense his dark eyes were as he held the belt. He wanted to hurt you. You wondered if you hadn't even said anything about sex if he would have initiated it himself. You could tell he wasn't there for that. For the last two days, it has been nothing but 'more daddy' and 'yes sir.' You got tired of saying 'harder,' 'more,' or even nothing at all, being that you weren't allowed. You needed him. You got onto your submissive profile and clicked around. Messages were set to expire three hours after reading, so he was already gone. You just had to hope he repurchased you. You sat on your profile waiting for a ping, letting you know someone wanted you. Finally, tired of waiting, you got in the shower. You liked to stay as clean as possible in case someone wanted your services.

Matt was pacing in front of his computer, just losing his mind. The more he thought about you gargling your last breath of air, the more his need for you grew. He plopped down in his chair and started searching again. He had to find you. He had to buy you. After a few more random rabbit hole clicks, he ended up on a porn stream. A guy with a knife cutting a girl strapped to a bed. Typically, he would settle here and start stroking himself, but he found himself wanting to know more about you. He could tell you weren't like anyone else he had ever met. He needed to know what it was. He watched the stream all the way through, logging back in every thirty minutes, hoping he would get sent the same link at the end. His messages pinged. He felt himself rise with excitement.

"Fuck, yes." He clicked the link and scrolled to your profile, knowing exactly where he wanted to go. He filled out the credit card information as fast as he could. He sat bobbing his leg up and down, waiting for your response.

When do you want to meet up?

He felt relief in knowing you weren't dead. He wouldn't have cared too much about your actual death; he just would be worried if it got traced back to him. His fingers tapped his keys, this time knowing exactly what he wanted to say.

Now.

He found himself waiting for your response again, hoping he hadn't scared you.

324 Berry Avenue.

Just like last time, Matt was gathering himself up to leave. As he walked out the door, he saw a slight shimmer from the corner of his eye and looked in its direction, trying to trace the light's refraction. His eyes landed on where it was coming from.

"Perfect." He swiped the object and found himself driving only 15 minutes away from his house. He pulled up to a tiny house he easily could have passed on his way home from work a thousand times. He got out of the car and looked around, trying to make sure no one was watching him. He knocked on the door, and you opened it. Your hair was still a little wet from the shower you had just taken, and you were in a pink frilly silk nightgown, ready for bed. 

You were just going to give up tonight and hope he messaged you at the right time tomorrow, but just as you got out of the shower, you got his message. You were doing something you had never done before in your life: you brought him to your house. Hotels, bars, even in their car, but never have you given anyone your personal address. He stepped in and started looking around, a reaction you expected.

"You really like this shit." He muttered. His voice wasn't cold.

"Excuse me?" You weren't understanding him.

"This pink frilly shit." He elaborated while touching a throw blanket.

"Oh, yes. It's my favourite." You were used to your white, pink, and grey home but forgot others wouldn't be accustomed to your aesthetic.

"Can we just get to it?" Matt was losing his patience.

"Of course." The corner of your mouth curled up. You grabbed his hand and led him into your bedroom. A place you have never fucked anyone before. Your room was your sanctuary, and you never wanted to give it up. But this guy, this guy, was different in every way possible.

"Sit on the bed," he instructed. You sat down. "I need to say something... or rather... ask something before we start." He didn't sound nervous, just unsure of what he wanted to say.

"Okay." You waited.

"How do you feel about like permanent marks?" He wasn't sure why he was asking, but instead of just cutting into your skin, he registered the slippery slope he was on.

"Fine." You shrugged. You wanted him to do anything he wanted to do to you; you had a feeling it was exactly what you wanted.

"Okay." He let out a breath and pulled an object out of his pocket. Your eyes widened, yearning at seeing the sharp silver blade in his hand. You didn't want to make him think you feared his proposed situation, so you blinked and nodded. You visibly saw his pants move at your consent to such a daring activity. "Fuck." He whispered. You leaned back on the bed to show your submission, something you were used to doing. He came walking over to you with a wicked grin on his face. Your fear matched your excitement. "Scoot back." He said at the edge of the bed. You shimmied back further. Your heart was pounding, and you were unsure of what he was planning. The way he wrapped the belt around your neck and squeezed without permission was the darkest, hottest thing anyone has ever done with your body. This time, he had permission; you gave it to him. He put the knife in between his lips as he crawled up your body. Once straddling you, he smacked you across the face. You bit your lips, trying not to smile. He took the knife out of his mouth. "Don't move." His voice was suddenly cold.

You were starting to feel yourself pulse. You stayed still to allow him the access he wanted. He trailed the knife over your silk fabric until it was on your chest. He put the knife back in his mouth. "Is something -" He used both his hands to grab your clothing and rip it straight down the middle, exposing your chest. You jumped at the sudden movement. 

He slapped you hard. He replaced the knife in his fingers. "I said don't fucking move." With the knife, he lightly sliced across your chest. His cock throbbed, seeing the blood spill out. You weren't sure if he wanted you quiet or loud, so you winced, trying to hold in the painful noises you desperately wanted to make. "Ugh." He moaned. He gripped the knife tighter in his fist, looking like he wanted just to stab you in the chest and see your blood spurt out like a fountain.

"More." You moaned on accident. His gaze moved to your eyes in utter shock. You didn't know what to say about your outburst. He took the knife and made another incision. This one is deeper and more painful than the last. He made sure to drag it slowly so you felt every single serrated tip tearing apart your flesh. "Oh my fucking god."

"Yes." His head fell back in satisfaction. You weren't scared; you were turned on. Once you felt the pain settle into a sting, you moaned more. The blood tickled your sides as it trickled down onto your white sheets. He set the knife on the bed and shimmied his pants down, letting his dick spring out. You watched as he used your blood as a lubricant to stroke himself. With his erection stained pink, he moved his legs to open yours, allowing him the room he needed to put himself inside you. He glided in with ease. Again, he noticed how wet you were. It was making his head foggy. As he started moving in and out of you, he dipped his head low to lick a strip of red into his mouth. You couldn't take your eyes off of him.

Every move he made was the most erotic action you had ever seen. He grabbed the knife and made another cut across your chest. You felt him get harder inside you. As you arched your back, you felt the blood shift in its direction of flow. "Lick it." He held the knife near your lips. You hesitantly poked your tongue out. You actually feared him cutting your tongue. He moved the blade down your tastebuds. With your own blood on your lips, he felt himself unable to hold back now. His hips picked up their pace, slamming into you. He did something he had never done before. He bent down and kissed your red-tainted lips. He had never kissed anyone before. He smashed his mouth against your groaning, getting to taste more of your iron. You molded into the kiss following his lead. He used one hand to grab your breast and squeeze. More blood came running out, and the white cells were disrupted by his fingers tracing over the open wounds.

"Fuck me." You cried out. The only thing you needed now was for him to finish you. The pain was euphoric, making you dizzy. He placed his bloody hand on your neck and started riding you like a sex doll. He wasn't squeezing you unconscious this time, but you didn't mind. He looked up into your eyes from watching the blood move around your body. It wasn't until you smiled at him that he knew what kind of person you were. He had finally pieced it together. Your job, your wetness, your excitement for him. You licked the satin red ichor off your lips while he ravaged your pussy. His lust consumed him, but he needed that final thing to push him to his orgasm. He used his free hand to grab the knife one more time. As soon as he held it and saw the fear in your eyes from uncertainty, he felt a little familiar twitch. He took the knife and gave you one more long, drawn-out cut right on your breast near your nipple. This, being a very sensitive spot, hurt the worst. You started to tear up in your eyes.

"Going to fucking cry, baby?" He mocked you. And with that, you came. Your muscles contract on his cock and flood him with lightly pink juices. He liked seeing you cry. The pain bringing tears to your eyes made him ready to cum. He quickly pulled out and aimed for your bloody chest. His cum layered on top of the dark red streaks, making it a shiny, sticky pink. As soon as he was done, he put his clothes back on and started to walk out of the bedroom.

"Wait." You almost whispered, nervous. He stopped walking but didn't look at you. "What is your name?" You had to know. You were dying to know more about him.

"Matt." He said, walking out and closing your bedroom door.

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you were completely and utterly drunk. after a long night at the club and multiple drinks in your system, your head was spinning and you were ready to lay your head down and close your eyes.

matt had picked you up from the club after you were texting with him and he looked insanely worried about you. you kept reassuring him you were fine, although you knew you weren’t. your head was pounding, you felt incredibly nauseous, and you knew you looked like absolute shit. matt didn’t seem to think so, though. he kept stealing glances at you while he was driving to make sure you were okay. you were oblivious to this, your head tilted back against the seat and your eyes closed. matt had brought a water bottle for you in the car and you kept taking small sips of it.

luckily when you got back to matt’s house, everyone else was asleep and the house was quiet. matt helped lead you into the house with his hand against your lower back which would’ve made your stomach flutter with butterflies if you weren’t drunk out of your mind. you never usually get out of control like this, but you told yourself to let loose for once and have fun. you definitely should’ve cut yourself off after the third drink.

your head was pounding as matt led you into his bedroom. it wasn’t the first time you were in here, but you don’t come into his bedroom often. you looked around his bedroom which was fairly neat despite some clothes on his gaming chair. a frustrated groan leaves your lips as you move your hand up to your forehead and throw your head back. “my head hurts so fucking bad.” you groan out in pain, your head feeling like it’s spinning as if you were on a rollercoaster.

matt frowned as he stared at you with a worried expression on his face. “you shouldn’t have had so much to drink, doll. especially not from a random ass stranger.”

you roll your eyes, despite your head feeling like it weighed a thousand pounds. “jealous. you’re just jealous.” your words were slurred as you hiccuped out a small laugh. you took one step forward and almost tripped from how wobbly your legs felt due to all the alcohol in your system, but immediately you landed into matt’s arms. you gasped at the sudden movement with his arms wrapped around your waist. your eyes lock together in an intense gaze, his facial features softening. your faces were inches apart, his breath lingering against your lips.

he looked down at your lips before back up into your eyes. “let’s get you to bed. wait here.” he carefully helped you sit down on his bed as he pulled away from you to walk over to his closet and grabbing one of his t-shirts before handing it to you. “here is the shirt i promised you. you can change in the bathroom. i’m going to get you some water and a trash bin in case you puke, okay?”

matt was being so generous to you, taking care of you because you didn’t feel well and if you were sober, you’d have the opportunity to let it all sink in. all you could focus on was your lingering, pounding migraine and how you needed to sleep it off before you puked. matt disappeared downstairs to grab you water so that gave you the chance to shimmy out of your party dress. he did say that you could use the bathroom, but you could hardly even move from how dizzy you were. you unclasped your bra, throwing it down onto the ground with your dress and grabbing onto the shirt matt gave you. it was one of his t-shirts that said “boston” on the front. your back faced the door as you slipped the shirt on when you heard footsteps stop dead in it’s tracks. matt stood by the doorway and unable to move, taking in your appearance.

he never thought he’d see the day where you wore one of his shirts, but here you were standing before him in only his t-shirt and your pair of lacy panties. the shirt was big enough to cover your body, but matt had to take in a deep breath to calm himself down. you were drunk and he had to make sure to keep his thoughts and hands to himself. “i got your water.” matt announced as he held it up to you. you smiled at him and grabbed the bottle from his hands. “thank you.” you took a sip before moving over to the opposite side of the bed from where matt sleeps.

“um, i can go sleep on the couch if that makes you feel more comfortable.” he said shyly, moving his hand up to rub at the back of his neck in a nervous manner.

you shook your head slowly, a slight pout forming onto your lips as you slid into his bed and motioned for him to come towards you. “no, please sleep with me.” you hiccuped another laugh as you realized how you worded that. you pulled your ponytail out and allowed your hair to fall loose over your shoulders. “please, matt? it’ll make me feel better.” you mustered up the most cutest puppy dog eyes you could possibly ever show him as you keep the pout on your face. “please?”

he let out a soft sigh, his shoulders relaxing as he moved over to get onto his side of the bed. “okay, fine. someone’s gotta make sure you’re safe, huh?”

you flash him a grin and immediately wrap your arms around him and squeeze him tight. you realize you’re being silly, but you’re drunk so you have a perfectly good excuse. plus, you don’t mind sleeping next to him. “my hero.” you giggle softly before pulling away to lay your head onto the pillow.

the entire night, matt noticed you moving closer and closer to him. your leg wrapped around his to try to be as close to him as possible. matt slept peacefully, but also made sure that you were okay and weren’t going to be sick in your sleep.

in the morning, you woke up with the worst hangover of your life. your head was pounding and your body was sore and you weren’t sure how that was possible. there was a bottle of water and medicine next to the nightstand. you quickly took it and rubbed your eyes to try and gain some consciousness. matt was no where to be seen, but suddenly the wafting smell of bacon and pancakes filled your nostrils and it immediately piqued your interest. they usually say carbs help soak up the alcohol from your system.

you slowly move your way out of bed, grabbing your hair tie and throwing your hair up into a messy bun. once you finish rinsing your mouth with matt’s mouthwash (to get the god awful taste of alcohol off your breath) you make your way downstairs and into the kitchen. matt stands by the stove as bacon is sizzling in the pan and pancakes are being made in the other pan. your stomach immediately growled just by the smell of it. “are you cooking me breakfast?”

matt didn’t expect to see or hear you awake so soon and jumps slightly at the sudden sound of your voice, turning around to look at you and taking in your appearance. your makeup was smudged from not removing it last night, your hair was unbrushed and thrown up in a bun, and you were still wearing matt’s shirt. only matt’s shirt and nothing else. he gulped as he scanned you up and down before averting his eyes back to yours, a smug grin appearing on his lips. “how do you feel, doll?” he couldn’t help but stare at you and how fucking sexy you looked in his t-shirt. god, you looked so fucking beautiful even if you were battling a hangover.

you groaned and moved over to sit onto the stool at the kitchen island, your hands moving over to cover your face as you groan into it. “ugh, don’t even.”

matt laughs as he turns off the stove and grabs two plates and utensils before placing it down before you. he places a couple strips of bacon and some pancakes on your plate and fills two cups of orange juice for the both of you. “bet you regret it now, huh?”

you nod your head as you begin nibbling onto the bacon, immediately licking over your lips at the immaculate taste. “more than anything. i do love waking up to breakfast being made though.”

you were reminded of when you invited matt over to your house and you were making breakfast and he ended up eating you out on the kitchen counter. the thought of it made your cheeks turn warm. you wondered if matt remembered it, too.

he shook his head as he moved over to the kitchen island to sit down next to you. “you don’t have to get drunk for me to make you breakfast. you know that.”

you don’t know why that made your cheeks a bit more warm, but it did and you didn’t mind it one bit. “well thanks for saving my ass last night. i mean it.”

your eyes locked together now, his facial expression turning more serious. “now that i know you don’t handle your liquor very well, next time, maybe bring me along with you on your next night out. you know, since you need supervision.”

“maybe i’ll take you up on that offer.” you flash him a wide grin before taking another bite of your bacon, your shoulder brushing up against his.

matt truly did save your ass last night. you were quite thankful for him and you really hoped he knew that.

you’d have to make it up to him somehow.

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“No!” You cry out, throwing your body backwards on the white couch you sat on, dramatically slamming the PS5 controller down next to you in defeat. “You guys teamed up on me and cheated! No fair.”

Laughter filled your ears around you, your friends and boyfriend finding your reaction hilarious.

You were at your best friend Matt’s house, along with his two brothers, your boyfriend, and a couple of other friends from high school. Nick had wanted to invite your guys’ old friend group over as it had been a while since you had all seen each other together, and so far you guys were having a blast. You’d ordered a pizza, watched a cringey movie that came out while you guys were in high school, and now were playing Mario Kart, which was never really your strong suit.

“Nobody ganged up on you, kid. You just suck,” Chris laughed from his spot next to you, bringing his phone up to take a picture of the big pout on your face.

“I hate this game,” you tell him, standing up from your spot between him and your boyfriend, getting up to go refill your red solo cup with soda. As you walk to the kitchen, you hear footsteps behind you, and you’ve been friends with everyone here long enough to know who’s creeping up behind you, so you turn around, pout still plastered on your face.

Matt laughs as soon as he makes eye contact with you, unable to hold it in. “Cmon, don’t be a sore loser,” he starts.

Your jaw drops at his comment in disbelief before you pick it up and giggle, dropping the facade. “I’m not being a sore loser,” you assure him with another laugh. “I’m thirsty and was also kind of wondering if there was any pizza left.”

Matt smiles at your change of attitude, happy you’re not actually upset with the outcome of the game, even though he would never mind trying to cheer you up. “I knew you’d want more, actually,” he moves around the table to open the fridge door. “Seemed like everyone was going crazy on the pizza so I grabbed a couple slices and put them aside for you.”

Your heart swells a bit as you walk around to join Matt by the fridge, smiling wide as he pulled out a tupperware container with a couple pieces of your favorite pizza. “Aww,” you drawl. “You know me so well, Matt. Thank you!” You take the container from him and set it on the counter before turning around and wrapping your arms around his neck, hugging him tightly.

He hugs you back with his arms around your waist for a moment before pulling away, patting your sides as he does so. “Of course, just heat it up real quick. I’m gonna run to the bathroom,” he smiles at you, turning and walking away.

You smile to yourself as you pop the tupperware into the microwave, listening to the hum of the machine while you twiddle your fingers and wait for it to heat up. As it beeps, you feel a presence sneak up behind you, hands wrapping around your waist.

You spin around with a small grin, looking up at your boyfriend looming over you. “Hi,” you say sweetly.

“Hey,” he responds, kissing your forehead. “More pizza?” His eyebrows furrow as he looks down at you.

“Yeah,” you respond, breaking free from his grasp to grab your pizza out of the microwave. “Matt put a few slices aside for me because I always eat more later.” You take a bite out of one of the slices, humming in satisfaction, looking up at your boyfriend with a small smile.

He looks down at you with a smile that doesn’t meet his eyes, watching you eat. “Didn’t you have like four pieces earlier?” He questions, raising his eyebrows slightly.

You pause chewing for a moment, furrowing your eyebrows as you look at him. “Huh?” You say, slightly garbled by the food in your mouth. You take a moment and chew what’s in your mouth, swallowing thickly before setting down your bowl, placing both hands on your hips. “Are you questioning how much I’m eating or am I hearing things?”

He crosses his arms as the smile drops off of his face. “That’s not what I mean,” he starts. “I’m just… saying you had a few pieces earlier and you just heated up like four more pieces, that’s all.”

You guys have been friends for almost ten years now, however your relationship was relatively fresh, only about seven months in, and in those ten years that you’ve known each other, you’ve never been known to eat salads or small portions. You’ve always had a faster metabolism, and a more active life, so you weren’t particularly worried about indulging in a few extra pieces of pizza during a night with some of your closest friends.

You tilt your head and narrow your eyes, arms coming up to cross over your chest. “Is this something you’d be comfortable saying in front of all of our friends?”

He scoffs and shakes his head, turning to walk away. “Don’t make this something it’s not, babe. Just a question,” he says, heading back towards the couch where the rest of your friends are.

You’re still standing there with your arms crossed, watching him sit down next to Chris, picking up a controller while he laughs about something somebody said, completely switching up his attitude like he wasn’t just trying to patrol what you were eating and how much of it.

At that moment, Matt comes back, drying his hands on his grey sweatpants, making them a bit darker on the outsides of his thighs. “How’s the pizza?” He asks with a smile, before he notices your demeanor and the pizza resting on the counter instead of in your hands. “Everything okay?”

You turn your attention to your friend, looking at him with a confused expression while you try to decipher the interaction that just happened between you and your boyfriend. “Yeah,” you say, but it isn’t a confident answer, and you sound almost confused. “Come on, let’s go sit back down,” you tell him, grabbing your bowl of reheated pizza before starting to walk back to the couch, flopping down on it aggressively, making sure everyone knew you were back.

Matt follows happily, sitting down next to you. You turn and smile at him before slinging one of your legs over his, his hand habitually landing on your knee as you did so. You two had always been the closest in the friend group, but it was always platonic, as much as some of the people in the friend group wanted you guys to end up together.

Nick came and sat on your other side, smiling at the bowl in your hand, pointing at it happily. “Secret stash?” He asked.

You nod enthusiastically, swallowing the food that was in your mouth. “Matt saved me some because he knows how much I love to eat again a few hours later.” Your tone was slightly bratty, eyes flicking over to your boyfriend who stared at you and Matt. He was clearly mad at how close the two of you were sitting, and the hand placed gently on your knee.

Nick nodded. “Oh yeah, I think we all know how much you love leftovers. I wish I could eat as much as you and still look that good,” he teased. You laughed, knowing Nick had no idea the interaction that transpired in the kitchen a few minutes ago, and his timing was just coincidentally perfect.

The night played on as usual, games continuing to play on the tv, loud chatter filling the room as you all caught up on each others’ lives, talking about how adult life takes so much time to live and leaves so little for socializing.

Soon, people started leaving, and eventually it was just the triplets, your boyfriend and yourself, all sitting on the couch as the conversation started to die out, everyone starting to become tired.

Your boyfriend stands from the couch, stretching his arms above his head, shirt riding up slightly. “I think I’m gonna head out, I’m really tired,” he says. “You want a ride home, babe?” He looks down at you where you now laid on your side, head resting on a pillow by the arm of the couch.

You look up and shoot him a quick smile, shaking your head. “I’m gonna pass out here for the night, thanks though.” You tell him. It was typical for you to stay over at the triplets’ house when you got the chance. You’ve known them the longest and grown the closest with them out of the friend group.

“Oh, you can sleep in my room!” Chris smiles at you, reaching over to grab your ankle, shaking it lightly. “I’m gonna sleep in Nick’s room.”

You sit up and laugh at Chris, nodding your head lightly. “Okay, thanks, Chris. You’re the best.”

You and Chris had an almost sibling like relationship from the start, teasing and goofing off being an essential part of your bond. They were also a little bit younger, so he was like the little brother you never had.

Your boyfriend nods and walks over to you, leaning down to kiss you quickly before straightening back out, heading towards the door. “Bye guys, thanks for hosting,” he says towards the boys before leaving, door shutting behind him.

You let out a sigh you didn’t know you were holding, looking around at the three boys around you, all comfortably sitting on the couch on their phones. You smile to yourself a bit before pushing yourself up off of the couch, causing them to look up at you.

“I’m gonna go to sleep,” you say. “Thanks for letting me sleep in your bed, Chris.”

Chris smiles up at you and nods. “Goodnight,” he says.

“Night,” you respond, starting your walk through the kitchen to get to the stairs.

Matt gets up and trails behind you, and you don’t even question it, only turning around to look at him when you’ve made it to Chris’ room. “Here to tuck me in?” You tease.

Matt laughs and shrugs, walking to sit on the edge of the bed, looking up at you as you raid the drawers to find a large t-shirt to change into for the night. “I mean I can tuck you in if you want, but I just wanted to make sure you were okay after earlier. I’m not really sure what happened but you weren’t right after that.”

You pull out an old, worn out red sox shirt and walk over to the bed, sitting down in the middle of it. You let out a sigh and stare down at your hands. “I’m okay, it’s just… you know how I was eating those last few pieces of pizza?”

Matt scoots closer to you and turns to face you, nodding his head as he did so. “Did he say something to you?” He asked curiously, head tilting a bit.

You take a deep breath and nod, letting the air out slowly and quietly while you think of what to say. “He just made a comment about how much I was eating and it kind of rubbed me the wrong way. Said I already ate a good amount earlier so I shouldn’t eat any more.”

Matt pulled his head back with a disgusted look on his face. “That’s weird. It’s no different from how you usually eat.” He said.

You just shrugged your shoulders and leaned back against the headboard. “Yeah, I know. That’s why I was so confused when he said it, it was just so out of left field. It’s not like I’ve gained weight since we’ve been together or anything either. I don’t know, Matt, he’s been weird lately. I’m not even sure if we should be together, but if we break up it’s going to make things weird between everybody and… I just don’t know.” You run your hands over your face and groan loudly, smacking your hands back down on your legs when you’re done.

Matt looks at you for a moment, trying to figure out what to say that might make things better, but his curiosity gets the better of him and he finds himself trying to dig deeper. “How is he being weird?” He inquires, sitting still in his spot in the middle of the bed.

You shake your head and look up at Matt, pursing your lips as you think. “He just… he’s not very physical with me, he barely takes me on dates and when he does, I have to ask him to take me out, his texts are so dry it hurts, and… not to be too tmi but… I’m just not very,” you blush and look down at your lap before finishing your sentence. “Satisfied.” Your voice fades off into almost a whisper.

Matt’s eyebrows raise, shocked that you confided in him about your sex life. It wasn’t the first time it had happened, but normally he didn’t know the guys you were complaining about and you could joke about it more freely. “Like… you’re not finishing?” He asks, not sure how far you’d be willing to take this conversation.

You cover your face, embarrassed, but ultimately you make eye contact through your fingers and shake your head, silently answering the question. “I do things for him every time, but I feel like he’s just using me to get off and my pleasure isn’t important. He’s never even eaten me out, just like fingered me before sex but you can tell he’s just doing it because he thinks he should, not because he actually wants to, and I’ve been with guys who enjoy that kind of stuff so I know it’s not a universal thought that getting your girlfriend off is a chore. But he doesn’t even get me off! He just like… plays around down there and then fucks me for like two minutes!”

Matt laughs at your tone, nodding his head in agreement. “Two minutes is… crazy,” he cackles.

You laugh back at him, the mood lifted. “You’re telling me. I feel like I can literally count the seconds without losing track in the time it takes him to finish.”

Matt’s head falls back in laughter, but when he comes back to look at you, he raises an eyebrow at you. “He’s seriously never eaten you out?” He asks, shocked at the earlier statement.

“No,” you shake your head, lips falling in a tight line. “Crazy, right?”

He nods, taking a breath in like he was going to speak, but stopping himself before words could come out. He thought for a moment, not wanting to say anything to make the situation awkward. “I feel like I always eat a girl out and get her off at least once before we actually, y’know. Fuck.”

It’s been way too long, you think to yourself. Way too long since you’ve actually been pleasured by a man that left you satisfied and even craving more. With your boyfriend now it just felt like you should be having sex, but you never craved it.

“I wish that was the case but… it’s mostly just me blowing him and not getting anything in return, or we just have sex without any sort of foreplay,” you tell him. Your eyes bore into his and you swallow thickly. It’s not like you’ve never thought about what sex with Matt would be like. You guys have talked about your sexual encounters before, but mostly as a joke, in ways that didn’t make you guys want each other, at least that’s what you thought. But now, talking about how awful your sex life was and how attentive Matt was in bed, it made you feel even more deprived.

Unbeknownst to you, Matt had thought about sex with you more than he’d like to admit, but would never bring it up due to fear of rejection. He’s had a crush on you for a while now, but the thoughts of getting you naked and in his bed and consumed him recently. He was so turned on by even the smallest thing; the clothes you wore, your hair in a bun paired with your glasses, the smell of your perfume, everything made him want you even more. He felt like this conversation might be the only time he could make a move and actually have it make sense, but he didn’t know how to bring it up.

“You deserve better than that,” he starts nervously, right hand playing with the ring on his left pinky. “Have you talked to him about it?”

You laugh, rolling your eyes. “Yeah right. Doesn’t do anything. He says he doesn’t do that. Says it’s boring and he hates the taste. Like suck it up.”

Matt keeps eye contact with you, taking a deep breath before the words that will change your relationship no matter the outcome slip past his lips.

“I love it,” he says. “I love eating girls out, having them squirm underneath me, pull my hair… it might be my favorite part of sex.”

Your throat goes dry as Matt talks, the eye contact getting almost too intense for you. The air in the room has shifted, and it’s hard to ignore. You swallow thickly, looking down to his lips before flitting back up to his eyes.

“Listen, I.. I don’t want to make this awkward or make you uncomfortable and,” he scoots closer on the bed, reaching a hand up to trail over your thigh. “I know we’ve been friends for a really long time and this would change things forever, but I can’t even tell you how bad I want to make you feel good.”

You suck in a breath, goosebumps arising on your leg where his hand rested, thumb gently swiping back and forth. “Matt…” you look at him with raised eyebrows.

“I know, I know you’re with him,” he interrupts. “But I could make you feel so good. Please.”

Begging was your weakness, the desperate look in his eyes having you more hot and bothered than it should’ve. You were in a relationship for fuck’s sake, this was wrong on more levels than one.

Matt’s hand reaches out to push a strand of hair behind your ear before he rests his palm on your cheek, getting up on his knees to tower over you, looking down at you from his elevated position. He leans down, left hand resting behind you on the headboard, locking you both into place. His face is right in front of yours now, both of your lips merely inches away.

“Please,” he breaths out quietly.

You stare up into his eyes for a second.

Two…

Three…

“Fuck it,” you whisper, reaching up to grab the back of his head and pull him down the last few inches, slamming your lips together.

His tongue slides past your lips almost immediately, meeting yours fervently, his hand that rested on your cheek sliding down to rest on your waist, gripping gently like he was afraid you’d slip from his fingers.

Your hand slides up to thread through his hair, keeping pressure on the back of his head to keep him close. You moaned against his lips, both of you kissing more aggressively than you typically would due to the tension that’s been growing between the two of you for years, finally snapping.

“I need you so bad,” he mutters against your lips, sliding down to kiss your neck, tongue sliding against your skin as he left kisses down your collarbone. “Take your clothes off, please, I need to see you.”

You sit up from the headboard and oblige, pulling your shirt over your head, leaving you in just your sweat shorts and bra. He follows suit and takes his shirt off, throwing it to the ground before sliding down the bed so he can grab your ankles, yanking you down the bed roughly so you were laid flat on the mattress instead of sitting up.

You let a small squeal leave your lips, followed by a giggle. This is exactly what you needed, to be manhandled by a man that wanted nothing more but to please you, and you couldn’t be more excited for the night ahead of you.

Matt crawls back up the bed, looking at you like you’re his prey and he’s about to devour you. “You look so good,” he says quietly, voice deeper than usual. He’s hovering above you again just staring down at your face and admiring, like he can’t believe he’s finally getting what he’s waited so long for.

Your hands reach up to touch his shoulders, dragging your fingers up and down his arms that are braced on either side of you, holding his body up. You admire him for a few minutes yourself, just staring up at him as he looks at you, the silence not awkward at all, instead it’s comforting, and he feels like home.

Finally, he breaks the eye contact as he leans down to kiss you again and your arms come up to wrap around his neck. “Matt,” you mumble, his lips pressed firmly against yours. He hums in response, placing a final small kiss on your lips as he pulls away to hear what you have to say.

You’re nervous as you speak, but push the feelings aside as to come off more confident than you actually are.

“I need you,” you whisper, staring straight up into his bright blue eyes. “Please.”

Matt’s still for a moment before he leans his weight on his left hand, sliding his right one underneath your back that arches for him to have easier access, skillfully undoing the clasp on your bra. As soon as it’s undone, you use your own hands to peel the bra off of your arms, leaving you completely topless in front of him, nipples hardening at the cold rush of air on your chest.

He starts his descent down the bed, letting his lips trail down your body, over your collarbone, through the valley of your breasts, down your stomach, finally reaching your hipbones where he started to suck a mark into as he tucked his fingers in the waistband of your shorts, pulling them down along with your underwear, your naked body fully on display for Matt for the first time ever, but in the back of your mind, you hope it isn’t the last.

He pulls his lips away from the purple mark he sucked into your skin, admiring his work. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to mark you up, to claim you.” Matt looks up at your face to see you already staring down at him. “Need to taste you so bad.”

You nod your head lightly, giving him permission to finally do what he wanted, and what you needed so badly.

His head dips down to kiss your hip again, lips moving over your thighs, his hands pushing them farther apart to give him access to what he needed the most. His eyes stare down at your core, something that would usually make you insecure, but right now only made you feel even hornier, the thought of him soaking in the way that you looked down there turning you on more than anything so far. “Pretty?” You ask him bashfully.

Matt licks his lips in response, taking in a breath to calm himself. “Fucking perfect.” He drops his head and drags his tongue from your hole up to your clit, grabbing the wetness that dripped out of you and spreading it up, wrapping his lips around the nub that needed attention more than it ever has in your life.

You gasp and drop your head down to the pillow, hands instantly tangling in the sheets to ground yourself somehow. “Fuck, Matt,” you cry, arching your back off of the bed.

He uses his hands to keep your legs spread apart as he devours your pussy, the wet sounds coming from his mouth meeting your heat filling the room. You’re grinding up into his mouth and he lets you, wanting to allow you to do whatever felt the best to you, but you halt your motions when he pulls away and lets go of your left thigh, dragging his fingers up your leg until they meet your entrance, slipping two fingers into you, your pussy enthusiastically accepting them.

He brings his mouth to the inside of your thigh as he starts to finger you slowly, thumb rubbing against your clit as he does so, sucking another hickey into your soft skin. You’re a moaning mess as he plays with you, finally feeling something other than disappointment in bed for the first time in a long time.

After he’s satisfied with the mark he’s left on your skin, he moves his thumb away from your clit and trails back up to wrap his lips around it, sucking softly and letting his tongue run over the nub, fingers still working inside of you. The combination of both had you reeling, damn near seeing stars. Not only has it been forever since you’ve been eaten out, but it’s been even longer since you’ve been eaten out well.

“Matthew,” you breathe, exhaling loudly. You were trying to stay quieter, but you were quickly losing your inhibitions. The way he used his tongue on you, sucking on your clit alongside the fingers working their way inside you was making you dizzy, your stomach coiling in a familiar way. “Matt, please don’t stop,” you beg, reaching up to slide your fingers through his hair.

He listens, curling his fingers inside of you as his tongue traced shapes on your clit, the taste of you alone making him so hard it hurt.

You cried out and arched your back against the bed, fingers gripping the overgrown hair that adorned Matt’s head, moans growing louder than you were able to control. “Fuck!” You whined, thighs shaking as they tried to close around Matt, but he pulled his fingers out of you and used both hands to press your knees apart, keeping you exposed to him as he ate you through your orgasm, making you cry out even more, not used to the overstimulation.

He finally pulls away, kissing his way back up your torso until he’s hovering above your face, smiling down at you. “You okay?” He asks sweetly, using his left hand that isn’t covered in your arousal to brush your sweaty hair out of your face.

You pant as you look up at him, desperately trying to catch your breath. All you can do at the moment is nod, eyebrows furrowing together as you stare at him, almost innocently, and the look in your eyes makes his dick twitch in his pants.

He smirks down at you and reaches back down with his right hand, dragging his fingers over your clit again, making your legs twitch and try to close, a small whimper leaving your lips. “Sensitive,” you whine, but you still can’t help the moan that leaves your lips when he dips his fingers back inside you, pumping them slowly.

Your eyes flutter closed as your head rests in the pillow, back arching as you push your hips down to meet his fingers.

The mix of the pleasure and the immorality of the situation is ripping you apart, like an angel and a devil on your shoulder, but the devil was winning tonight and you weren’t even worried about the consequences.

“So good,” you whisper, finally able to respond. “But this is so wrong, Matt.”

He nods, leaning down to kiss your cheek. “I know,” he says quietly against your skin. “Do you want me to stop?” He slides his fingers out of you and starts making circles on your clit, slowly but surely bringing you back towards the edge of an orgasm, but the tone of his voice makes you completely confident that he would stop if you told him to, that he’d cover you up and leave you here to sleep, never to bring up this incident again. Your best friend was way too sweet to you for your own good; unfortunately for him, and especially for your boyfriend, you weren’t quite as good of a person.

“No point in stopping now, not when you got me wanting you so bad,” you tell him, a smirk falling onto your lips. “I need you to fuck me.”

Matt’s breath hitches in his throat at your filthy words, unable to even process the fact that he’s in bed with you right now, let alone the way you’re speaking. He would’ve been completely happy just getting you off and making you feel good, so getting to fuck you really just felt like a bonus for him. “Anything for my favorite girl.”

Matt stands up off the bed and slips his sweats and boxers off, stepping out of them before taking a step back towards the bed, blushing at the expression on your face.

“Holy shit, Matt, I would’ve fucked you a long time ago if I knew you were packing straight heat,” you laugh, gawking at the size of his dick. Your boyfriend was nothing in comparison. You don’t think you’d ever be able to go back after this.

“Shut up,” Matt chuckles, climbing back onto the bed and fitting himself between your spread legs, sitting up on his knees and pulling your hips up to meet his, ass resting on the tops of his thighs. “You sure you want this?” He clarifies, making sure a final time. You guys have already crossed so many lines, but this seemed like the final one, the point of no return. But you’re happy where you’re at, and you let him know by nodding at him, confirming that you’re ready to say fuck it to the boundaries set by the standard rules of friendship.

Matt shakes his head and leans over your body, face hovering above yours. “I want to hear you say it,” he whispers, eyes boring into your own.

You smile and reach your hand up to cup his cheek, tilting your chin up slightly. “I’m ready,” you tell him sweetly. “Fuck me, please.”

He’s nervous, and you could tell, but he pushes it aside as he sits back up and grabs the base of his dick, using his hand to line up the tip with your entrance, slowly sliding himself in until he’s buried to the hilt, a small moan leaving both of your mouths. “Shit, Matt,” you whine, reaching out to grab any part of him, something to ground you in this situation. He sees your efforts and leans over you once more, the angle of him just sitting inside you brushing up against all the right places.

Your hand reaches out and grabs his bicep, eyes fluttering open to look at his face above you, his expression slightly distant as he focused on the reality that has been the subject of every wet dream for at least the last five years. “You okay?” You ask him, and he lets out a breathy chuckle.

“I should be asking you that,” he states. “I’m fine, just can’t believe I’m finally getting to do this. I’ve wanted you for so long.”

You smile and wiggle your hips, pushing down into him. “Show me how long you’ve been waiting for this.”

Matt doesn’t hesitate when he hears those words, and he pulls his hips back just to snap back into you roughly, making you moan and throw your head back, your neck exposed for Matt to do whatever he wanted.

He keeps up a rough pace on you, grunts leaving his mouth every so often. “You feel so good,” he says lowly, leaning down to bury his head in your neck as he fucks into you relentlessly. His lips trail over your skin, until you feel his mouth open, a light suction on your neck sending you reeling.

You know he’s marking you up in places that are going to be visible now, and there’s no turning back from this, there’s no way you’ll be able to hide it without being obvious, but you just can’t find it in you to care.

“Fuck, Matt, you’re fucking me so good, don’t stop,” you cry out, hands reaching around his back, nails digging into his skin.

He listens, like the good boy he is, keeping up his pace on you. He sits up, though, your ass still planted on his thighs as he rocks his hips into you, his arms wrapping around your legs and holding you in place. “I’m not gonna last long like this, I’m so sorry,” he apologizes. He’s far too turned on to last as long as he normally does, too worked up and so enthusiastic about finally getting to fuck you after all these years.

“That’s okay, I’m so close,” you tell him, reaching down to start rubbing circles on your clit to push you farther towards the edge, wanting to finish with Matt, but he pushes your hand away, replacing it with his own, rubbing a quick back and forth motion on your clit in time with his thrusts. “I’ll take care of you,” he tells you, looking into your eyes. “I got you.”

Those words alone had you arching your back off the bed, gripping the sheets next to you as you came for the second time that night, legs shaking as you cried out, muttering out his name mixed in with obscenities. “Matt,” you whimper, breathing heavily as you came down.

He was still thrusting into you, slower and gentler now, but enough to still have you riled up despite the orgasm that just shook your body. “You’re doing so well for me,” he praised, sliding his slick covered hand over your thigh, rubbing the skin lovingly. “I’m so close, baby, where do you want me?”

“Anywhere you want,” you tell him, shaking your head. “I’m all yours.”

The words send him over the edge, his thrusts getting sloppy as he finished inside of you, shooting his load deep into your pussy. “Fuck,” he moans, hips coming to a halt fully inside of you as he collects his breath.

You guys are both silent for a moment before you make eye contact and start giggling, your hand coming up to cover your mouth as you did so, his shoulders shaking slightly. “Oh my god,” he speaks first, looking down as he pulls out of you, his seed spilling out slowly. He acts without thinking and reaches down, using his fingers to scoop it up and push it back inside of you, making you gasp.

“Matt,” you warn, and he snaps his head back up to look at you. “Sorry,” he says, a blush starting to cover his cheeks. “Just don’t wanna waste any.”

He pulls his fingers out and wipes them on the sheets, grimacing slightly. “Definitely going to have to wash these tomorrow, but that’s a tomorrow issue.”

You smile and reach towards him, grabbing his arm to pull him back down to you, sliding your hand up his arm and towards his cheek before pulling him into a soft kiss. He kisses you back happily, his clean hand resting on your waist.

As you both kiss, he moves to lay next to you and slides his hand down your hip until it rests on your leg, pulling it over him so you guys are cuddling face to face.

Matt pulls away from the kiss and smiles over at you. “I guess this would be a bad time to tell you I’ve had feelings for you for a really long time?” He raises his eyebrows as he speaks, pressing his lips in a thin, awkward smile when he’s done.

You laugh and shake your head, brushing a long strand of hair out of his eyes. “I think it’s perfect timing.”

He smiles wide and leans in to kiss you once more, holding your body close to his own.

-

You guys must’ve ended up under the blankets at some point during the night, and thank god for that, because it couldn’t have been later than 9am when you hear the sound of the bedroom door opening and the song Pony by Ginuwine blaring through a speaker, ripping you out of a deep sleep.

Your eyes tear open and you stare at where the noise is coming from, feeling the hand wrapped around your waist tightening before you both sit up and stare at the door, seeing Chris in the doorway jokingly dancing and grinding as he held the speaker up in his hand, looking at both of you on the bed.

You can’t help but throw your head back in laughter, the sight of him breaking into the room like this making you crack up. “Chris!” You yell between giggles, making sure you’re holding up the blanket to cover your chest.

Nick comes up and stands behind Chris, shaking his head. “I told him not to,” he states, clearly unamused with his brother’s antics.

Chris giggles and turns the music down, staring at the two of you in bed, one of you laughing and one of you glaring back at him. “Hey, I’m happy you guys finally fucked, just really wish it wasn’t in my bed.”

Matt narrows his eyes and reaches underneath him, grabbing the pillow he was previously laying on and flinging it at his younger sibling. “Chris, get the fuck out!”

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a/n: …..

u likeee??? I definitely like this one a little less than the last one but it was still fun to write 🤭 please leave feedback and send requests on what to do next

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