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ariestrxsh · 4 months ago

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🖤 content warning: 🖤 smut, public teasing, public punishment, blowjob, degradation, humiliation, use of blindfold, use of restraints, spitting, light slapping, light choking, fingering, pussy slapping, dacryphilia, use of sex toys in public, exhibitionism/voyeurism, mean!roughdom!chris, mean!roughdom!matt, brattysub!reader

🖤 summary: 🖤 after capitalizing off of a chance to tease chris and matt, making them both cum on stream and nearly humiliate them in front of their fans, they retaliate against you and give you a taste of your own medicine.

🖤 this fic name/song was inspired/requested by this ask and the concept was inspired/requested by this ask 💖 this is only the first part, and there will be multiple parts to this story. just a heads up, it gets rougher.

peaches & eggplants part one 💖

You knew Chris and Matt were going to punish you for what you were about to do, but you just couldn't wait until they were done streaming. They were both perched at the edge of their seats in front of the monitor while Matt played fortnite and Chris watched, arguing amongst each other while a naughty idea crossed your mind.

The viewers weren't supposed to know you were in the room with them, so you hung back out of view of the camera. The nice thing about this was Matt and Chris couldn't stop you without drawing attention to you, and you knew they wouldn't do that, and with Nick still out of the country, you could practically get away with anything temporarily.

You stayed out of sight from the audience while you got on your hands and knees and stealthily crawled across the floor until you were under the desk between Matt's legs. He and Chris were both in grey sweatpants, and they knew how mad it drove you whenever they'd wear them.

You peered up at the two brothers above you, both sets of eyes fixed on the screen, blissfully unaware of what you had up your sleeve. Your red-painted fingernails gently brushed over the bulge in Matt's sweats, alerting him to your presence, and he looked down at you under the desk with a shocked expression on his face.

He quickly pulled his gaze back to Fortnite and tried to act like everything was normal, but he gently swatted away at your hand, a lazy attempt to get you to cut it out. You persisted, tugging at the waistband until Matt's member sprung out from behind the cotton fabric.

This sudden movement tipped off Chris to your mischevious plan to get one - or both - of them off while on stream with thousands of people. Chris stared down at you in disbelief as you wrapped your hand around Matt's already half-hard cock and started playing with it while you innocently looked into his eyes, nibbling on your lower lip.

He clenched his jaw, giving you a flash of contempt, and you batted your eyelashes at him as if to silently say, "Oh, what? You're mad at little old me?"

Chris couldn't take his eyes off of the way you skillfully stroked Matt's length, and the audience started to notice the shift in the energy.

"What do you guys think they're looking at?" One fan asked. "What's under the desk?" Someone else typed into the chat.

Matt thanked a few people who gifted while trying to remain composed, but you made that incredibly difficult when you wrapped your lips around him and started gently sucking on the tip, making him fully erect.

Chris stared down in awe at the way you teased his brother, secretly wishing he could feel your mouth. Matt started playing badly due to the distraction in the room, but other than that, he did a decent job at acting nonchalant.

That was until you made his entire rod disappear behind your lips, the head lightly tickling the back of your throat. He threw his head back and let out a sigh but tried to play it off as a reaction to his character dying in the game.

Matt peeked down every few seconds to steal a glance at the way you looked nearly swallowing him whole. He secretly loved having you do such an intimate thing while trying to keep it a secret from thousands of people.

You furiously pumped your hand back and forth while you bobbed up on and down on Matt's length, and he placed his hand over his mouth to suppress the sounds he so desperately wanted to make and to conceal the way he was gnawing through his bottom lip.

Before he could get too close, you took your attention away from Matt and made your way between Chris' legs. He intently watched you with his eager, blue eyes and even lifted his hips for you to help get his sweats off. He relished in the sensation of your soft, pink lips engulfing his member, your tongue swirling around on his mushroom-shaped tip, and your hand massaging his shaft.

Since he was just watching Matt play Fortnite, he was able to let his hands wander. He combed his fingers through your hair and placed his palm on the back of your head, encouraging you to take him deeper. You looked up at him with your big, hungry eyes while you quietly gagged on his cock.

You took him out of your mouth, kneeling down beneath the two of them while you stroked them both at the same time. The two brothers did their best to hold it together and keep their eyes on the screen, but you just looked so good teasing them that they couldn't properly focus.

A few more suspecting people spoke up in the chat. "What does Chris keep looking at?"

"Why is Chris smiling down at his lap?"

"Wonder why Matt is playing so badly. They should play DTI."

You continued pumping your hands back and forth, seeing which of them you could make cum first, like it was a game. Both of their swollen tips stared back at you, leaking a pretty, pearlescent substance. Simultaneously, both of their cocks began twitching against your palms, and they each erupted, blowing their loads into your hands while they each let out a satisfied sigh.

Thankfully, Matt's character died once more at the same time they both finished, so given the context, most of the audience misconstrued their sounds as disappointment. But a few chats came through, speculating.

"Why did that sound so...?"

"That's how I'm trying to make them sound."

As their thick, white fluids coated both of your hands, Matt and Chris said their goodbyes to the chat. "We have a persistent problem we need to go take care of," Chris stated, glancing down at you before ending the stream.

You knew you were in for it, and you didn't know in which way they would punish you, but a mixture of excitement and nervousness flooded your system once the camera was off.

"You like being a naughty little whore, huh? Making me and my brother cum on stream together?" Matt inquired, giving you a serious look. "Yeah, you like making a fool out of us? Couldn't wait til we were done, you desperate little slut?" Chris smirked down at you.

"You know, Chris. I think we should give her a taste of her own medicine," Matt declared, looking over at his brother. "I think that's the best idea you've ever had, Matt. Needy little whore should know how it feels to try to hold it together while having an audience," Chris replied, reaching under the desk and dragging you out from under it.

"Go be a good girl for once, go wash off your hands, and put on your prettiest dress for us, hmm?" Matt requested. You nodded and did as he said while Matt and Chris changed out of their cum soaked sweats and into nice outfits as well.

They both put on white tank top, jeans, and flannels, and when they emerged from their bedrooms, Matt was holding a pair of handcuffs, and Chris had a bandana in his hand. You were in a simple black dress and red heels that matched your manicured nails, and they both looked you up and down while they came up behind you.

"It's better if you don't fight back, princess," Matt whispered into your ear while he closed the handcuffs down around your wrists. "Yeah, we're just gonna take you somewhere real nice. That's all," Chris whispered into your other ear while he blindfolded you with the bandana.

Your mind explored the possibilities while the two brothers each grabbed one of your arms, yanking you around and leaving red marks on your flesh while they forced you out to the car and practically threw you into the back seat.

Matt got into the driver's seat, and you heard the familiar sound of the key turning in the ignition and the engine turning over while you felt Chris get into the back seat with you. The car started moving, and you had no idea where the three of you were going, but the unknown intrigued you, and you felt a warm, wet sensation forming between your legs.

This was made worse when Chris grabbed ahold of your face with his rough, veiny hands, forced open your jaw, and stuck his long fingers into your mouth. "You've been a bad little girl," Chris taunted you while you sucked on his fingers. He relished in how soft and wet your pretty little mouth felt.

Once he removed his digits from your throat, he delivered a few swift smacks across your face. "Can't wait to punish you, darling," Chris growled, his warm breath on your earlobe. Chris dug in between your legs and started poking and prodding around your pink folds.

"Oh, naughty girl. You're so wet," Chris gasped, slipping his fingers into your heat and curling them until he hit your gspot. You whimpered against Chris' chest while he pentetrated you hard and fast, telling you what a naughty girl you were for liking it so much.

Before he could draw an orgasm out of you, he withdrew his fingers, and you could hear him licking them clean, accompanied by a primal groaning sound while he savored your taste. He then shoved his digits back into your mouth, filling your tastebuds with your own flavor and his saliva.

"Like the way you taste, pretty girl?" Chris cooed. "Mhmmm," you whined while he finger-fucked your throat, making you gag some more before removing them.

"You make such pretty sounds when I use you," Chris whispered, wrapping his bony fingers around your throat and choking you while he shook you around, and when you opened your mouth to take a breath, he spit in it. He smiled at the way you swallowed it for him.

You couldn't get enough of the way Chris handled you, treating you like a little doll that was made solely for his pleasure. Tears started to roll down your cheeks while Chris cut off your air flow. "Aw, little baby's gonna cry? I'll give you something to cry about," Chris taunted you.

You felt the car stop, and you heard Matt say from the front seat, "I'll be right back. Make sure she doesn't misbehave any more than she already has."

Chris reached underneath your dress, taking off your panties and he shoved them into your mouth while he admired your sweet, wet pussy. He started exploring the delicate folds with his fingers, teasing your slit, and rubbing your sensitive clit.

"If you're gonna be a little slut, I'm gonna treat you just like one," Chris told you, and without warning, his hand came down hard as he slapped your pretty little cunt, making it even more swollen. You jumped and squealed as more tears ran down your cheeks, pleasure and pain creating a wonderful concoction in your system.

You weren't sure how public of a place Matt had parked in, but it excited you to think about your pussy on display for anyone who walked by the car to see while you were in such a compromised position. More tears streamed down your face, and Chris taunted you some more. "Gonna cry for me?" He asked teasingly, slapping your pussy some more.

Finally, Matt came back to the car. "Oh, good. You already got her panties off of her?" Matt smiled down at you, fiddling with the package he'd just bought while he admired your swollen, puffy lips between your legs from the way Chris played rough with you. Your mind swirled with excitement about what they were going to do to you.

"Put these on her," Matt demanded, handing Chris something. Suddenly, you felt Chris slipping something onto your bottom half that seemed to be a pair of underwear, but not the ones you came here with that were crammed into your mouth.

"You have to download an app to control them," Matt told Chris, looking at the directions on the package. What were they talking about? Before much longer, you felt a buzzing sensation against your clit, and you started to squirm and whine. Vibrating panties?

"It's working," Chris said, reaching between your legs to feel the vibration. "Alright, princess. Let's go," Matt called back to you from the front seat as he pulled out of the parking lot.

Chris continued to manhandle you while he teased you with the vibrating underwear, playing with the settings to see how you'd react to them. He took your supple breasts out of your dress and lightly pinched your nipples between his teeth, causing them to stiffen.

Your moans were distorted by the fact that the underwear were still stuffed in your mouth, and Chris graciously removed them for you once you felt the car slow. When it came to a full stop, Chris was unlocking the cuffs and untying the bandana you had wrapped around your head, and when you saw the two boys in front of you, they were smirking and chuckling at you.

Matt threw your purse at you and said, "Fix your hair and your makeup. You look like a cheap slut." You cleaned up your running mascara, touched up your eyeliner that had been rubbed away, and reapplied your smeared red lipstick. You had just finished smoothing out your stray hairs when you peered up from the little mirror in your hand and realized you were in the parking lot of a fancy Italian restaurant.

"Fuck," you whispered, realizing what this meant. "What's wrong, sweetheart?" Matt asked you in a fake sympathetic tone as it dawned on you. "Yeah, what's the matter, baby? You don't want us to make you cum with those little vibrating panties while we eat dinner in this crowded restaurant?" Chris chuckled at you. You looked at both of the boys wide-eyed and gulped. "What? You can dish it, but you can't take it?" Matt asked.

The three of you got out of the car. As you started walking toward the entrance, Chris turned the vibrating underwear back onto the first setting, and he watched you nearly stumble. They laughed at you, and Chris mimicked the way you almost tripped, making them laugh harder.

"Okay, princess. Now just tell them we need a table for three," Matt told you as you guys started to make your way through the door. They let you lead the way and approach the hostess stand, but right as you opened your mouth to speak, Chris turned the panties up a setting. Your breath caught in your throat, and your eyebrows furrowed, but you managed to get out the words, "Table for three, please." The hostess gave you a weird look but led you guys to a booth towards the back.

There were a few tables around where you guys sat, and you surveyed the people sitting at them, wondering if they had any idea they were getting dinner and a show. Chris and Matt sat next to each other across from you, and the hostess told you guys your server would be with you in just a moment.

Once you got into the booth, you crossed your legs to muffle the sound of the vibrating, but having your thighs squeezed together made the sensation feel more intense. Both Chris and Matt peered up at you from their menus, smirking. "Look at how pathetic she looks. She can barely keep it together," Chris said as you slouched down in your seat and bit your lip to keep a whimper from escaping.

There was a secret part of you that loved being teased in such a public place, but you still would have been mortified if anyone had found out what the three of you were up to. You sat up straight in your seat when the server came back to grab drink orders. Chris ordered a Pepsi, of course, Matt, a water, and you requested a peach bellini.

You figured if you were going to be humiliated and get your rocks off in a restaurant full of people, you might as well get drunk while doing it.

When the waiter asked to see your ID, you reached into your purse with a trembling hand, retrieved it, and slid it over towards him on the table. "Thank you, Miss," he said, studying the photo and your facial features to make sure they matched up. He slid it back over to you and walked away to go fetch your drinks.

Before you could pick it up at put it back in your purse, Chris reached over and snatched it away from you, looking at your driver's license photo that you hated of yourself. "I don't know, Matt. She had to show this horrible picture of herself to our waiter. That might be humiliation enough," Chris meanly joked. Matt chuckled along and rolled his eyes.

You stood up and went to grab it from Chris, but he pulled it back. "Hey. Don't bite the hand that feeds you. Or the hand that's controlling your vibrating panties right now," Chris said in a low, serious voice. Then he took your ID and flung it at you. It landed in your lap, and you scooped it up and tossed it back into your bag.

Matt and Chris stared at you lustfully and hungrily as you tried to hold it together while Chris played around with the different levels, alternating between the first three. Every time you looked like you were holding it together too well, he'd turn it up a notch, and any time your legs started to shake, and your eyes rolled back into your head while you gripped the fabric of the booth beneath you, he'd turn it down.

The server returned to take your food order, and the boys agreed upon bruschetta as an appetizer. Chris ordered himself chicken alfredo, and Matt ordered chicken parmigiano. When the server got to you, you cleared your throat, sat up taller, and tried to ignore the way you were being broken down slowly by the powerful sensation between your legs that was being controlled by the two gorgeous men across from you.

"I'll have the eggplant parmigiano, please," you managed to say, looking almost completely normal besides your flushed face and the bead of sweat that formed on your brow. The server took your menus and told you he'd return shortly with your drinks.

"Let me see it," Matt said to Chris, reaching for his phone. Chris handed it off to him, and Matt looked at you intently with a devilish grin as he kicked it up to level four. You slouched over onto the table and buried your head in your hands, completely unable to hide the pleasure written into your expression.

You peered back up at Matt with the neediest look in your eye, and your lips slightly parted while you started to tremble again. Matt shut off the vibration completely and watched the disappointed look come across your face as he ruined your orgasm. "You think I'd let you cum right away? After that shit you pulled earlier. Nah, you've been a naughty girl," Matt murmured, turning it back on to level one.

The waiter brought over your drinks, and you weakly smiled at him as he walked away. Matt turned the vibrator up a setting as an older lady made eye contact with you, and you sputtered on your alcoholic drink as you took a big sip. She shot you a dirty look as you rolled your eyes back into the back of your head and bit down on your lip.

You knew you weren't being sneaky, but you couldn't help the way you were being manipulated by two boys, a pair of vibrating underwear, and a remote control app.

The server made his way back again, bringing the bruschetta out on his way to greet another table that had just been sat in the section. You took another sip of your bellini, preparing for the night to be long and embarrassing.

Chris and Matt both indulged in the appetizer, obnoxiously licking the balsamic glaze from their fingers and making animalistic sounds while they made eye contact with you. They knew what they were doing, and it was working. Your mind wandered, imagining how they'd lick their digits clean after fingering you, much like Chris had earlier on during the ride to the restaurant.

"Naughty girl, keep your mind out of the gutter," Chris replied, sucking on his finger, smirking, and narrowing his eyes as if he was inside your head, and in a way, he was. You picked up your bellini glass with a shaky hand and took another big drink.

The waiter came back around to check out refills, and when he asked if you'd like another one, motioning towards your nearly empty glass, Matt turned the setting up another notch, and without thinking, you grabbed onto the waiter's arm, practically whimpering, "Yes please."

He gave you a confused look and gently tugged his arm away from you. "Sorry. She gets a little touchy when she's tipsy," Chris apologized for you, and the waiter brushed it off and walked away.

Matt and Chris both made fun of how you were unable to hold up any kind of facade, and they decided to cut you some slack for a bit, so you could enjoy your food when it came out. The waiter delivered your meals and another round of drinks for you all while you tried to catch your breath and dabbed the sweat from your face.

You were about half-way through your plate and halfway done with your second fruity, bubbly beverage before Chris took his phone back from his brother and started turning on the panties again. You looked at them both and all you could think about was how badly you wanted them to use all your holes when you guys got home, and a few needy whines passed through your pretty lips.

The waiter came back around to ask if you guys were enjoying your food, and all you could do in response was tell him, "It's sooo good," in a sultry voice while you peered up at him with desire in your eyes and bit down on your knuckles to suppress another moan. He gave you an inquisitive look and then looked toward the boys sitting across from you, asking if you guys wanted to order anything else after your meals.

"We'd love to all share the classic vanilla ice cream, please," Chris told the waiter, and then he smirked up at you, knowing how torturous it was going to be for you to hold it together through dessert, too. The server nodded and walked off to go update the bill.

You tried to finish your food and your drink while you tried to seem as put together as possible. Chris played with the settings again, bringing you as close to orgasm as he could before yanking it away from you and repeating this while you pathetically writhed in the booth across from him.

A few people who were sitting around you guys started to catch on. Some of them gave you disgusted looks and tried to ignore what you and the boys were doing. Some couldn't keep their eyes off you, hungrily looking you up and down as they silently prayed they'd get to watch you come undone in the restaurant.

The server returned with the ice cream and three spoons, and he bussed the dishes out of your way. Chris turned up the vibrating panties to the highest setting. "Have some ice cream, princess," Chris whispered, handing you a spoon.

Hell, you were already indulging in a form of public sex, indulging in good food and alcohol, and so you might as well complete the hedonist trifecta and indulge in sugar as well.

With a trembling hand, you grabbed the handle and got a small scoop of ice cream, and stuck it into your mouth. "Mmmm," you moaned, which was partially a response to the taste and partially a response to the frequencies buzzing against your sensitive cunt.

"I sure do love ice cream," Chris declared, getting a spoonful of it and making sure to suggestively lick his utensil clean while he looked in your eyes. "I love eating it and licking it up," Chris moaned, his eyes rolling back into his head, taunting you.

Matt followed, seductively lapping up the dessert. He looked directly at you while he dragged his tongue across the spoon in a long, slow lick.

As you imagined how their tongues would feel manipulating your pussy, your orgasm tore through you with incredible force. It took everything in you to conceal the reaction your body was having, and it was impossible to be completely subtle.

Your legs shook involuntarily as you held them crossed together tightly, and you grabbed onto the booth seat to anchor yourself while your climax crashed over you like a wave, eager to sweep you away in its current. You furrowed your brows, closed your eyes, and a few loud moans escaped your lips while your orgasm took its course.

When you opened your eyes, almost everyone around you was staring at you, including the waiter who had dropped off the check while you were in the midst of enjoying yourself.

"Let's go before someone calls the cops and reports us for public indecency," Chris smirked at you guys, tossing a few hundred dollar bills on the table, giving the server an extra big tip for having to put up with your guys' shenanigans, and the three of you fled the restaurant.

High on adrenaline, you guys piled into the car and peeled out of the parking lot.

"I hope you guys didn't like that restaurant too much, because I don't think we could ever go back. They'll probably put a picture up of our faces in the front like they do with dine and dashers," Matt chuckled from the driver's seat.

"More like dine and smash," Chris joked, and the three of you burst into hysterical laughter.

After the snickering died down, Chris let out a huge sigh and unbuttoned his jeans, pulling out his big, hard dick. Your jaw dropped, and your mouth widened as you watched it practically jump out of his pants.

He wrapped his arm around you and pushed your head down, lowering your mouth onto his cock and whispered in a demanding tone, "We're not done with you yet, whore. Don't just think that 'cause we're laughing, you're done receiving your punishment."

part two here 💖

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sweetshuga · 1 month ago

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Best friend 2 ✰ MS

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bff!matt! Best friends are usually off limits, but how can you resist when he’s wearing that pretty pink tee knowing you love it when he does. «Part 1»

𝑷𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒍𝒚 – "Mhm... I know ’s your favourite, don’t you get why I wore it today?" He whispered in your ear, causing a shiver of excitement to strike up your spine. "Now, let’s be quiet alright? Chris and Nick are still home... you don’t want them to hear me fuck you senseless, do you pretty?" Is the last thing he whispered before bending you over the bathroom sink, fulfilling your fantasies—and his own.

Your breath hitched when he suddenly manhandled you – turning you around and bending you over the edge of the sink counter. His hands gripped your hips, fingers splaying out in a possessive way as he bent forward until his chest was flush against your back.

"So pretty," he cooed lowly, nuzzling his face in your hair and inhaling your scent, one hand slowly going around until it was splayed across your lower abdomen. "Let’s see just how wet you are." His pinky dipped into the waistband of your loose sweatpants – a silent question for permission.

Matt’s hand fully dipped in after you nodded your head, the pads of his fingers quickly finding the center of your panties and groaning at how fucking soaked you were.

"Fuuuck," he breathed out. "You fucking drenched your panties." He stated bluntly, his lips curling into a grin before speaking in a lower tone—voice dropping a few octaves down from arousal. "Allll this just for me hmm?" He dragged out his words, chuckling to himself.

"Mhmm—yeah, all for you..." you whispered, unable to talk any louder as the embarrassment settled in. Your face heated up and breath hitched as Matt’s fingers moved languidly over your clit through your soaking wet panties. You could feel all the sensations his skilled fingers were giving you thanks to the wet cotton fabric clinging to your pussy.

"Can I finger you sweetheart?" He whispered in your ear, teasing you on purpose even though he knew you were obviously very willing.

You let out a small whine, face flushing more as he kept teasing you over your underwear with gentle strokes. "You’re seriously gonna ask that?" Your breathless question elicited a small chuckle from him, the sound making you even more turned on than you already were. "Oh, baby, consent is important, I’m just being a caring best friend."

You hadn’t noticed his hand slipping into your underwear.

"Mhm, does best friends do what you’re doin—ahn! " Your teasing was cut short by your own unexpected moan caused by Matt’s fingers circling your bare slippery clit.

You were too into your own thoughts to have noticed his hand or the way he was giggling quietly to himself as his fingers slowly dragged themselves down your slit and prodded at your entrance teasingly before sliding back up, making you clench around nothing.

Matt smiled against your hair when he heard the needy whine escaping you and he decided to tease you further, thinking your reactions were endearing. "Oh? But I thought you didn’t want me to finger you since you didn’t give me permission sweetheart." He feigned Innocence, barely holding back his amusement.

"Matt!" You whined loudly, it making him break into a hearty chuckle. "Alright, alright, don’t shout." You scoffed, "I was not shoutin- Mmmfp!! " Your words were cut short, yet again, by your own noise.

Matt had slipped two long digits in you.

"Fuck—mm-ah, lemme at least finish my ffucking words." You gasped out softly in between breathy whines as Matt’s fingers dragged across your inner walls in painstakingly teasing slow strokes, letting himself feel every small bump and texture of your gummy walls. His fingers curled inside you, searching for that special spot.

Your whole body shuddered when Matt’s fingertips suddenly pushed against the outlarged spongy bump along the front wall of your sloppy cunt – your g-spot – causing you to let out a drawn out moan.

"Found it." Matt hummed triumphantly and he didn’t waste any more time, his digits starting to move rapidly in a digging motion against your sweet spot.

Sparks lit up behind your eyes, that threatened to roll back, with each motion of his fingers. You bit your lips to muffle your needy sounds since Nick and Chris were home and could potentially hear you if you were any louder.

However, that only turned him on more.

Matt groaned lowly when he felt your pussy clench around his fingers, his free hand snaking up to fondle your tits through your t-shirt, letting out another groan when he felt your warmth through the thin fabric, only now noticing your lack of a bra.

"Your pussy loves my fingers huh? Listen to all that sloppy shlurp’s and squelches." He teased, mimicking the wet watery sounds as he finger-fucked you, almost rendering you dumb on his fingers.

"F-fuck-- I’m gonna- Matt! Mmm-ahh." You finally let out your desperate moans, only to get silenced – or well, muffled – by Matt’s hand that was previously playing with your tits.

"Shh-shh, baby, quiet now hm? Don’t need Chris to come knocking and asking what we’re doing now do we?" He spoke in a hushed tone, his words strained with barely contained desire. You were quick to climax, his voice and fingers enough to send you over the edge.

"Fucking soaking my fingers with your cum huh?" He chuckled when your eyes rolled back in pure ecstasy, eyelashes fluttering and all.

Matt slowly pulled his fingers out after you finally relaxed against him, your legs about to give out any second—which gave him an idea to say the least.

He pushed your front flush against the counter beside the sink, leaning back to unbuckle his belt, the clanking of metal making your greedy cunt flutter in anticipation.

You don’t even know how it’s humanly possible to take off one’s pants and boxers so fast, but Matt made it possible as the blunt head of his hefty length nudged against your thigh in mere seconds after the sounds of his buckle being undone.

Matt’s fingers were quick to hook themselves in the waistband of your sweatpants and panties, pulling them down in one swift motion and eliciting a hiss from you due to the cool air hitting your overheated glistening pussy.

He let out a low whistle when he saw your pussy, all bare and glistening just for him. His hands reached out and spread your lips apart with his thumbs to reveal your spasming entrance.

"Could fucking cum from the sight alone, fuuck, you’re so pretty." His words were nothing more than a whisper to himself, but you caught them nonetheless.

"Matt- I need you inside, s’badly." You blurted out, a little too desperate for your liking, but then again, you couldn’t really wait any longer. You were dying for him to fuck you, and how could he refuse? You were handing yourself on a silver platter to him and he was more than ready to satisfy you.

Matt wrapped his fingers around your throat in a gentle grip, just to adjust your position. He pulled you up until your back was flush against his chest, the edge of the counter in front of you making it impossible to move as his cock slowly slid inside.

Hissing at the heat and the way you were already sucking him in as his fingers flexed against your neck, eyes closing shut as the feeling of you enveloping him inch by inch flooded his senses.

"Haahh... Fuck, you feel incredible." Matt moaned, his eyes fluttering open to look at you in the mirror in front of you. His eyes darkened and brows knitted together in pleasure when he saw the expression on your face.

"Holy fuck, look at yourself, all drunk on my cock and I just entered you." He raised his eyebrows as he ground his hips against your ass, stirring your insides and pressing against your cervix, causing you to let out a whimper of pleasure and slight pain from the pressure.

Matt drew out until just the tip remained before slowly sliding back in, setting a slow pace that let you feel every inch of his veiny shaft. Your pussy made wet squelching sounds the more he increased his pace, causing him to chuckle breathlessly.

As much as you loved the feeling of him going slowly and savoring the pleasure, you needed more and thus you started to meet his thrusts, pushing back against his hips.

Matt’s breath hitched in his throat when he felt you deliberately increase the pace, his hand that was previously around your throat snaking up to your mouth to muffle your moans.

"Greedy girl," he whispered as he increased his pace, relishing in your muffled moans and the way your hands scrambled to hold onto something—anything as his hips slapped hard against your ass with each brutal slam.

Seeing your eyes rolling back and pussy spasm around him along with the needy mewls that were far too loud to muffle almost made him finish, but he wanted you to come for him again, he wanted you to feel the most pleasure.

Your thighs trembled when the pads of his fingers found your slick swollen clit and started to draw furious swipes on it, causing you to squirm due to the intense waves of pleasure coursing through so suddenly, but you were trapped against the bathroom counter and him.

You could only take what he gave you.

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A few more minutes of his unrelenting pounding paired with his fingers strumming your sensitive clit and you were climaxing, hard.

Your mind blanked, the pleasure swallowing your whole being and wiping out any lingering thoughts—hell, you were pretty sure you forgot your own name at some point. Your vision blurred from tears of pleasure, hands scrambling down to clutch onto his wrist to stop his fingers from stimulating your overstimulated nub any further.

Matt was holding back from finishing, but the feeling of your pussy clamping down on him and pulling him inside with each contraction made it impossible to hold back his own orgasm and he climaxed pretty fucking hard, biting his lips to muffle his own moans as his hips stuttered against you.

His hand that was playing with your clit wrapped around your waist instead, his face contorting in unadulterated bliss and satisfaction as his balls drained all of his spend right into you.

The feeling of his warm milky seed flooding your quivering cunt was all you needed. A satisfied moan fell out of your parted lips the moment Matt lowered his hand and wrapped it around your waist, holding onto you tightly and pulling you more against him before letting his forehead rest on your shoulder.

The two of you stood there for a moment, trying to catch your breaths and also relishing in the afterglow, but that was until someone knocked on the bathroom door – which obviously startled both of you.

"Matt? You in there?" Chris’ voice came muffled through the door.

Matt’s body tensed behind you, "Uh, yeah, what’s up?" He rasped, sounding far too nervous and suspicious even to himself. A few seconds of silence felt like hours before Chris finally replied, "Hurry out, let’s finish the game, you disappeared in the middle of it."

Matt let out a sigh of relief before replying in a more steady voice. "Yeah... yeah, I’ll be out in a bit." He slowly pulled out with a wet pop, hissing quietly as he did so.

Chris seemed to have bought whatever Matt was making up and his footsteps faded away after telling Matt to hurry up again.

Matt started to help you clean between your legs with wet wipes before cleaning himself up and you both fixed your clothes and hair in the mirror.

Your thoughts wandered while you adjusted your clothes. Was this the beginning of a 'friends with benefits' type of a relationship? You weren’t sure, but you were pretty damn sure that this was the best fuck you’ve ever had. No, scrap that, the best you’ll ever probably have.

Matt’s definitely the best fucking friend ever.

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note. English is not my first language!

Isa’s note. First full fic of this year and we’re going back to basics! It’s so weird to look back at how much my fics have changed... Why is it so awkward after the sex part though? Like what am I supposed to write??? Anyway, the ending was kinda rushed ’cause I just wanted this fic done.

Also, @lolastrniolo requested a part two like so long ago lmao and I was still not used to writing smut so I couldn’t really write the continuation, but now that I’m more comfortable with it, here it is! 🎀

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