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So I was looking at Supernatural books in Barnes and Nobel today and this is the first thing I read

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‘ESPRESSO’ — MATT STURNIOLO

pairing. matt sturniolo x fem!reader genre. coffee shop au, first time au, fluff, smut

word count. 11.5k

❝I'm just happy I finally know your name... we've been calling you Espresso since your first few days of coming in❞

content warnings. explicit content, porn with heavy plot, loss of virginity (female), protected sex, soft sex, light nipple sucking, oral (female receiving), fingering, lots of kissing, mentions of nerves and anxiety, mentions of big dicks, mentions of stretching out.

"...And then he told me that he's not ready for a relationship, can you believe that? He's been treating me like his girlfriend for the past three months, we cuddle in the same bed almost every night, and he takes me out to dinner. I swear, men are just—"

You tune out the rest of the customers rant, letting the noise blur into the background as you focus on the task at hand, turning the nozzle on the coffee machine and carefully guiding the milk-filled pitcher under the steam wand. Your hand rests lightly on the cool metallic surface, waiting for the milk to warm to the perfect temperature.

Maya, your co-worker, stands beside you, leaning casually against the counter as she checks her watch for the third time in the past minute, her expression filled with boredom. When she catches your gaze, she quirks a small, kind smile your way, and you return it—brief but warm—before refocusing on your task.

Days like this are all too familiar, blending in together into an endless loop: wake up at 6am, clock in at the café around 7, overhear customers sharing their personal dramas (completely oblivious to how loud they're actually being), clean up after them, lock up at closing, and head back to your apartment to do it all over again the next morning.

You can't decide if it's comforting in a way, or just another reminder that you live what feels like a really fucking boring life. But the decent pay and the co-workers—Maya especially—make it hard to complain too much.

You detach the steam wand from the pitcher and reach for a cup, pumping three shots of vanilla syrup. You're just about to pour the heated milk when a sharp snap of fingers and an irritatingly loud whistle cuts through the air.

"Excuse me," you slowly turn to face the customer, resisting the urge to react to her dog-like call as she waves a manicured hand in your direction, her freshly painted French tips pointing at the cup in your hand. "I asked for five pumps of vanilla syrup—Five. And don't forget the extra caramel drizzle this time."

It takes everything in you not to roll your eyes. Instead, you force a tight-lipped smile, nodding as you turn your back, adding the extra vanilla syrup and making a show of counting to five.

You proceed to pour the steamed milk into the cup, followed by the needed espresso shots, and you finish it off with an extra drizzle of caramel sauce. Once the lid is secured and the cup sleeve is slid into place, you push the drink across the counter toward her.

She doesn't so much as glance at you as she places her card on the reader, snatches the drink, and strides out the door. You exhale sharply through your nose, shaking your head as a scowl tugs at your lips, but nonetheless, you press your tongue to the inside of your cheek and clean your station, wiping down the counter and preparing for the next customer.

Another day, another latte, another fucking difficult customer.

"If she whistled at me like a dog, I would've leaped over the counter and bitten her like one," Maya mutters beside you, and a genuine smile spreads across your face as you feel her arm wrap snugly around your middle, giving you a comforting squeeze. "I'll spit in her drink next time. Really. Just say the word, and I will do it."

You stifle a quiet laugh, amused by her threat. "As much as I would love that..." you turn your head to meet her gaze. "...I'd rather you not get fired."

Maya grins, her arms slipping away from your waist as she teases, "Who says I'd get caught? Nobody has to know."

You nudge her shoulder playfully, and she chuckles before turning her attention to the next customer. Meanwhile, you shift your focus to your own customer standing at the counter, greeting them with a warm smile as you take their order and punch the details into the tablet screen.

You're in the middle of plating up the cinnamon bun they ordered when the soft chime of the door bell catches your attention, and out of habit, you glance toward the door, your eyes landing on someone fairly new: a guy with tousled brown hair, partially hidden beneath a low baseball cap.

The brim of the cap and the hood of his oversized black jacket obscure his face, but you can still make out a few details—sharp cheekbones, and a hint of stubble along his jaw.

His outfit is simple: a white shirt and baggy denim jeans, paired with black boots that match his oversized jacket.

It's the kind of comfortable look you envy... you wish you could trade your uniform for something like that right now.

Not wanting to linger on him for too long, you finish up the order for the paying customer with a polite nod, and she thanks you kindly which prompts you into wishing her a wonderful day, earning a sweet smile in return.

As she walks away, your gaze instinctively shifts back to the guy, now standing in front of the counter. He's too preoccupied with his phone to notice he's next in line, his thumbs moving rapidly across the screen.

"Can I take your order?"

"Huh? Oh—yeah, m'sorry," he mumbles, coughing lightly to clear his throat. His eyes stay fixed on his phone as he continues typing something, his voice distracted. "Can I have three iced americanos please?"

"Coming right up." you reply quietly, turning away to start the drinks. Maya steps in beside you, having finished her previous orders to offer a lending hand, and within moments, the iced drinks are ready.

Just as you place them on the counter and prepare to give him the total, he suddenly mutters under his breath, "You've got to be fuckin' playin' with me."

The irritation in his voice makes you freeze for a second, assuming his comment was directed at you. You hesitate before asking cautiously, "What?"

He looks up, startled by your response, and once he realises his mistake, he scrambles to explain. "Wait—no, shit. I uh... I wasn't talkin' to you, I was just..."

For the first time, he raises his head fully, and you can't help but try to get a better look at him. But even now, the brim of his cap and the hood of his jacket cast shadows over most of his face.

Still, you know he's staring at you—silent, unmoving—just by the weight of his gaze.

Feeling a bit shy under his gaze, you blink and glance away, fumbling to fill the silence as you press gently, "Just...?" 

He snaps out of his trance, the words tumbling out in an awkward ramble. "I uh��I lost a bet with my brothers, and now I have to buy 'em drinks. I thought they'd just want whatever, but um... they're makin' it difficult 'cos they both want different drinks..."

"Oh," you respond, blinking awkwardly as you glance down at the iced americanos you've already prepared. "Well, alright... I can just make you the new—"

"No!" he interrupts, his voice sharp enough to make you pause. "Fuck—I'm sorry. I didn't mean to shout—these drinks are fine. Really. I'll take them. They're just idiots, probably doin' this shit on purpose or somethin', I don't know."

His exasperation pulls a light laugh out of you before you can stop yourself, and the sound seems to catch him off guard, his lips parting slightly in surprise.

After a moment, he cracks a breathy laugh of his own, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly as though he's embarrassed to have made you laugh.

When you finally give him the price, he retrieves a sleek black card from his wallet and taps it on the reader, and for a second, your professional demeanour falters. He looks you, definitely younger than you'd expect from someone carrying a black card.

A flicker of curiosity passes through your mind, but you push it aside.

It's not your business, after all.

As he adjusts his hold on the cup holders, he hesitates before looking at you again. "Thanks..." his voice trails off as his gaze drops to your nametag. He reads your name softly, so quietly you almost miss it. "I'll see you tomorrow."

And he does.

In fact, the days blur into weeks as he becomes a familiar presence at the café. Almost every day, he walks in and orders three drinks—sometimes iced americanos, sometimes a mix of different flavours.

With each visit, he greets you with a warm hello and dives into his usual ramblings about his brothers. His stories are always laced with fond adoration as he recounts whatever they all get up to, and through him, you've become a bit familiar with their personalities, even if you don't know exactly what it is they do.

Despite his frequent visits, he remains a mystery. You still haven't caught a proper glimpse of his full face, obscured by the cap and hood, nor have you learned his name yet.

On some days, after picking up his drinks, he settles at a specific table near the back of the café, close to the window. From his chosen spot, he seems to watch you, though he tries to appear nonchalant about it.

When you glance over, you occasionally catch the subtle twitch of his lips—like he’s trying not to smile but can’t quite help himself.

Normally, this type of odd behaviour from a customer might alarm you. But there's something about him that keeps you from feeling uneasy. If anything, you find yourself always looking forward to seeing him and wondering if he's watching you.

And, though you hate to admit it, you enjoy the attention from this stranger a lot.

"Espresso's late today," Maya remarks, her tone light as she wipes down the counter, frowning slightly at the coffee she spilled earlier.

Espresso—the nickname Maya came up with for the mystery guy—immediately grabs your attention, and you pause mid-swipe with your mop, glancing over your shoulder to survey the café.

It's quiet today, and only a few tables are occupied: a couple engrossed in their conversation, a college student hunched over a textbook, and an older woman savouring her coffee and cake.

"Maybe he's not coming," you suggest, turning back to the floor as you scrub the stubborn coffee stains. "He could be busy."

Maya straightens, tossing the damp cloth into the sink before crossing her arms, deep in thought. Her lips purse briefly before she turns her gaze to you. "Do you think he's famous or something?"

You raise an eyebrow at her out of nowhere assumption. "What makes you think that?"

She rolls her eyes, as if the answer is painfully obvious, and begins counting her reasons on her fingers. "He covers his face constantly, he won't tell you his name, he always pulls up in a blacked-out windowed car—"

"Wait, how do you know about the car?" Maya shrugs nonchalantly. "I'm attentive, okay? I notice these things. Anyways, he never says what he does, and he owns a black card. All these clued add up. Celebrity."

As she finishes her mini-investigation, you hum thoughtfully and set the mop aside, washing your hands at the sink before returning. "Do you actually care if he's famous?"

"Not really. I'm just nosy. Uncovering the secrets of suspicious people makes me feel like I'm in some kind of mystery film. It's fun."

Her words make you smile, and soon she’s off on a rant, proudly sharing her latest theories about some crime show she’s been currently recently. She tells you her predictions, and she even brags about guessing the culprit before the reveal, and you listen, amused.

But your attention is abruptly pulled elsewhere when the familiar chime of the doorbell echoes through the café.

Your gaze instinctively shifts to the entrance, and there he is—Espresso.

He steps inside, dressed in his usual style: a black hoodie, baggy denim jeans, and the black balenciaga cap pulled low over his face. Tufts of dark hair peek out from beneath the cap, and, as always, the brim and hood keeps his identity hidden.

A smile slides across your lips as he approaches, and you greet him warmly. "Hey, you're late today."

But your smile falters when you don't get the same warmth in return.

“Yeah, sorry.” he murmurs softly, his voice drawling with weariness. He doesn't raise his head to look at you, instead he shifts his focus to his wallet which he pulls out of his pocket. “Can I just get a hot chocolate, please?” 

“Getting bored of the other drinks already?” you tease lightly, trying your best to engage him in conversation. But the attempt fails. He doesn't respond the way you had hoped, he just quietly taps his card against the machine and walks toward his usual table without another word.

You watch him go, a faint uneasy feeling settling in your chest. Maya catches your eye, and her puzzled expression mirrors your own. You shrug, unsure what to say as you turn to prepare the drink.

Once his hot chocolate is ready, you hesitate for a moment before deciding to do something small to—hopefully—brighten his day. Grabbing a plate, you carefully add a slice of cake, promising Maya with a quick whisper that you'll cover the cost later.

She raises an eyebrow at you but doesn't argue, and you can feel her gaze on your back as you make your way over to his table.

"Here you go," you say softly, setting the drink and plate down in front of him.

He reaches for the hot chocolate but pauses, his hand hovering mid-air as his eyes land on the slice of cake. "I... I didn't order—"

"I know," you interrupt, your tone gentle. "It's on me. You seem like you're having an off day, so..."

For a moment, he doesn't say anything. He just stares at the cake, as if he's trying to decide how to respond. Then, he slowly tilts his head back to look up at you, and you catch the slight parting of his lips before they curve into a sheepish smile.

"That's really sweet of you... thank you." his voice is softer than you expected, and it makes your heart do an unexpected little flip.

"No worries," you reply, shaking your head lightly to brush off his gratitude. "I hope you enjoy—"

"Do you, uh, think you can sit down with me?" his question catches you completely off guard, and your words falter mid sentence. Your mouth hangs open slightly as you process his request, and he quickly adds. "If you can, obviously. If you're busy, I get it. That's fine... but if you're not... that would be fine too."

You glance around at the café, taking in the calm and quiet atmosphere. It's not busy at all—just a handful of customers scattered at their tables. When your gaze shifts to Maya, you find her already watching you, gesturing animatedly as she encourages you to take the invitation.

She even redirects your boss, who's just emerged from the back, sending them back into the office with a distraction.

Collecting your thoughts, you respond. "I can sit with you for a couple of minutes."

His shoulders visibly relax at your answer as you grab a chair and slide into the seat across from him, tucking yourself beneath the small table. You're about to ask if he's okay, if he'd like to talk about his clearly hard day, when his next action leaves you completely speechless.

Without a word, he pulls down his hood and tugs off his cap, running his fingers through his hair. and all you can do is stare, your breath catching in your throat.

His face is... gorgeous.

Messy strands of slightly grown-out hair frame his features. Strong cheekbones, a sharp jawline, and those eyes—bright and piercing. He's even more attractive than you imagined, and the realisation sends your heart pounding rapidly in your chest, warmth spreading across your face.

"My name is Matt, by the way," he says, breaking the silence as he picks up the mug of hot chocolate and takes a small sip. Matt. The name repeats in your mind, and you can't help but think how fitting it feels for him. "M'sorry for not introducin' myself before. I wasn't trying to be, like, rude or anythin'... I just can't do that sometimes."

You blink, trying to gather your thoughts, but it's hard to form a coherent response when all you can think about is how his voice fits him as well as his name. But then, his last words replay in your head, tugging at your curiosity.

Your eyebrows knit together as confusion settles in, "You can't do that?"

Matt's expression shifts, surprise flicking around his face as his gaze meets yours. "Do... do you not know me?" You stare at him, unsure of what he means, your silence prompting him to quickly clarify. "I'm not being narcissistic, I swear. I'm a youtuber—content creator, whatever you wanna call it. I just... I get nervous about being recognised, s'all."

"Oh." you hum softly in understanding. Maya's earlier theory about him being someone famous suddenly clicks into place, and you can't help but mentally applaud her for her observational skills. Slowly, you nod before continuing, "That makes sense. But it's fine—you're fine. I'm just happy I finally know your name... we've been calling you Espresso since your first few days of coming in."

Matt's expression softens, his lips curving into a gentle smile. "You talk about me?"

The question catches you off guard, and you swallow thickly, suddenly embarrassed. "I didn't say that."

His smile grows and hums in response, staring at you over the rim of his cup as he takes another sip of his drink, the action slow and deliberate. The weight of his gaze makes your heart stutter, and you quickly avert your eyes, shifting your focus elsewhere in an attempt to push away the flustered feeling rising in your chest.

Don't act like this, you scold yourself silently. You need to stop being weird. He's just a regular guy.

But deep down, you know that's not entirely true. There's something about Matt—his easy smile, the way he seems both shy and confident at the same time—that makes you feel things you can't quite name.

Your fingers fidget against the edge of the table, and a quiet thought sneaks its way into your mind, one you try desperately to ignore.

You don't have a crush on Matt already.

Of course you don't.

There's no way.

Right?

You decide to steer the conversation in a different direction, leaning back in your chair in an attempt to appear as casual as possible. "So, what's wrong? Why do you seem so tired today?"

"Just constantly busy, and I, uh... got into an argument with my brothers. It was over something so stupid, but I think it got to me 'cos I'm so tired," Matt explains to you, and you instantly feel a pang of sympathy for him. "But it's fine. I know everything will be back to normal tomorrow."

"You should've stayed home and gotten some rest instead of coming here," you chastise lightly, your tone soft enough to show you're not actually upset with his decision.

"I like it here too much," Matt counters, shaking his head as he picks up the fork provided with the cake. He cuts a piece from the corner, bringing it to his mouth, and his next works are barely audible—almost as if he didn't mean for you to hear them. "I like seein' you."

Oh.

The quiet confession catches you by surprise, and you feel the familiar warmth of flusteredness creeping up your neck. Your hand instinctively rises to rub your jaw, a weak attempt to hide the shy smile tugging at your lips.

You can't help but feel baffled by how easily Matt seems to jump between awkwardness and boldness, leaving you unsure how to respond in moments like this. Does he have any idea what his words do to you?

You glance at him briefly, watching as he nonchalantly cuts another piece of cake. He hums softly in approval of the taste, seemingly enjoying it, and you shake your head with an airy laugh, catching his attention.

His gaze shifts toward you, gesturing to the cake. "Have you tried it before?"

"Not yet," you admit, a smile gracing your lips. "It's a homemade recipe. One of my co-workers made it," The image of the little old lady in her flour-covered apron and frosting-smeared cheeks comes to mind. "She loves to bake."

Matt nods thoughtfully, and then cuts another piece of cake. Instead of handing you the fork though, he keeps it in his grip, extending his arm toward you. "Here, try it."

Your eyes widen at the gesture, surprise and hesitance flooding through you. Time feels like it pauses for a moment as you process what's happening, and your gaze meets his across the table, noticing the way his teeth nibble on his bottom lip.

His expression is genuine though, and there's a slight vulnerability in the offer that makes your heart skip a beat.

After a moment, you decide to give in. Leaning forward, your hand gently wraps around his to steady the fork, and you feel him freeze at the contact, but he doesn't pull away. Slowly, you open your mouth to accept the bite, ready to taste the flavour.

But before you can indulge, the moment is abruptly shattered by the loud call of your name.

Startled, you pull back, breaking the connection before the two of you, and Matt lowers the fork quickly, his hand retreating as if the interruption had startled him just as much.

Standing at the counter, your boss watches with his arms folded over his chest, a look of amusement dancing across his features. Maya stands just behind him, her expression apologetic for ruining your moment.

"What're you doing?" your boss asks, one eyebrow raised. His tone is teasing, though it's firm enough to remind you you're on the clock. "Stop flirting with your boyfriend, kid. You're on work hours."

Your mouth opens and closes as you try to come up with a response, but nothing comes out. Embarrassment washes over you like a tidal wave, and you completely forget you're with Matt as you stand up abruptly, rushing over to your boss and all but shove him into the backroom.

"Hey—what—" he starts, but you cut him off with a rapid string of apologies for pushing him, laced with muttered curse words for his earlier assumption about yours and Matt's relationship.

"I wasn't flirting—and he's not my boyfriend! Why would you say that?!" you hiss under your breath, mortification burning hot. You groan, pressing your palms to your face as you spiral into a ramble. "Oh my god. That was embarrassing. I can't believe you said that. What do I do now? I can't—"

Your anxious rambling is cut off by your boss' deep, amused laugh. "He was feedin' you. What else was I supposed to think?"

From the side, Maya nods with an exaggerated agreement. "That was such a boyfriend move..."

Your boss places a hand on your shoulder, his expression softening slightly. "Look, I am sorry. I didn't mean to embarrass you. But maybe next time, don't let it happen during work hours, yeah? I already let you two get away with too much—"

"Well that's a fucking lie," Maya cuts in, her brows knitting together as she glares at him. Your boss snorts but doesn't respond, walking back out to the front with a shake of his head. Once he's gone, Maya steps closer to you with an apologetic look. "I tried to distract him for as long as I could, but he caught on pretty quick. At least it seemed like you and Espresso were getting along well?"

"His name is Matt," you tell her as you lower your hands from your cheeks. Her eyebrows shoot up, but before she can say anything, you groan again, pressing your fingers to your temples and rubbing in slow circles. "I'm so embarrassed. I'm gonna have to quit and, like, move away or something."

"Hey, being dramatic is my job," Maya teases as she pinches your arm lightly. "But you got his name though, that's progress."

You hesitate for a moment before adding, "I.. saw his face too."

Maya's eyes widen, her curiosity peaked. "You did? I couldn't see—he looked away and pulled up his hood right after your name was called..." she pauses, narrowing her eyes at you with a knowing smirk. "So? Was he hot?"

You meet her gaze, dead serious. "You have no idea."

After a few minutes of calming yourself down, you finally gather the courage to return to the front of the café, but when you glance toward Matt's table, your heart sinks.

It's empty.

The sight of the vacant chair and cleared space stirs an uneasy feeling in the pit of your stomach. You assume he must've left after your boss' comment, feeling awkward and embarrassed. And really, you can't blame him. If the roles were reserved, you'd probably book it out of here as fast as you could too.

You try to shake it off, forcing yourself to focus on work. You clean up the tables, preparing the café for closing, but you deliberately leave Matt's table for last. You know it's silly—prolonging it won't change anything—but you can't help it.

When you finally approach the table, you swallow thickly, frowning as you take in the empty cup and plate. You pick them up and place them on your tray, but as you move, something catches your eye.

A napkin, crumpled slightly from hiding beneath the plate.

You set the tray down and reach for it, your heart starting to race as you unfold it. Scrawled across the napkin in slightly messy handwriting are the words that instantly bring a smile to your face:

𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗆𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 (555) 555-555 - 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗍/𝖾𝗌𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗈/’𝖻𝗈𝗒𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽’

You ended up calling him when you got home from work that day. At first, you were nervous, your thumb hovering over the call button for longer than you'd like to ever admit.

And before you knew it, those phone calls became an important part of your routine. Almost every night, you'd find yourself laughing until your sides hurt, smiling until your cheeks were sore, and discovering little pieces of Matt you'd never known before.

He told you even more about his family—especially his brothers with their inside jokes—and he shared stories about his Youtube career: his struggles with burnout, and the moments that made it all worth it.

And in turn, you opened up to him too.

You told him everything.

To avoid causing any more trouble with your boss, Matt started visiting you during your breaks instead of sitting at a table on your shift, keeping you company whenever you both had a free moment in your schedules.

It didn't take long for him to become a familiar face around the café either. Your co-workers grew fond of him quite quickly, and the old lady baker immediately adored him when he kindly complimented her on her delicious recipes—and she even allowed him to taste-test her newest ones before anyone else.

You started to notice how comfortable Matt was becoming with you over time, especially when it came to physical touch.

At first, it was subtle—the way his shoulder would brush against yours when he sat close, or how his leg would press lightly to yours under the table.

Then, those small touches grew bolder.

His fingers would linger on your arm as he talked, tracing patterns on your skin, and occasionally his hand would graze yours, but neither of you would pull away.

It took you a while to get used to it, but something about Matt made it so easy to accept. His touches felt natural, like they belonged there, and a part of you started to crave them in ways you didn't fully understand.

Then, one afternoon, everything changed.

Matt had offered to drive you home after your shift, something he'd started doing more often as your 'friendship' deepened. This time though, it felt different. So different. There was tension, not uncomfortable, but charged with something unspoken.

When he pulled up in front of your house and walked you to your doorstep, he made the first move. His hands came up to cradle your cheeks as his lips pressed against yours, soft and warm.

It happened sooner than you expected, but it felt so right—so natural.

From that moment on, kisses became a regular part of your time together. Whether it was when he drove you home from work or when you sneaked away for 'fresh air' during your breaks, his lips always seemed to find yours.

Sometimes it was quick—a stolen kiss.

Other times, it was slower—lingering, like he wanted to savour the moment just as much as you did.

And you found yourself falling for him, bit by bit, with every laugh, every touch, and every kiss.

"So, he's not your boyfriend?" Maya's voice cuts through the whirring of the coffee machine, her tone filled with disbelief as she looks over at you.

"No, he's not," you shake your head as you carefully pour the espresso into a cup.

"But you kiss all the time, and he comes to visit you here almost every single day," Maya points out, her brows knitting together as she watches you add steamed milk and froth to finish the cappuccino.

It's a valid point, one that you've thought over many—many—times.

"Yeah," you hum, steadying the cup. "But he hasn't asked me out officially, y'know?"

Maya blinks, clearly perplexed. "Why can't you ask him then?"

You pause, staring at her like she's just suggested something completely outrageous. "Me?"

"Yeah, you."

The idea of taking the initiative and asking Matt to be your boyfriend sends a wave of panic rolling through you, and you shake your head quickly. "No. No way. I can't do that. I don't even know how to do that."

Maya blinks slower, processing your response. "You just... ask."

You scoff, incredulous. "Absolutely not. I've never done anything like that before, and I'm way too awkward to start now. What if it makes me look desperate? Or what if the timing is all wrong?" you spin around to face her, completely mortified as you mutter, "What if he rejects me?"

"Okay, now you're just overthinking everything," Maya sighs, grabbing a cup and lazily filling it with ice cubes. "Look, you just need to—"

"Excuse me!"

The sharp screech of an impatient customer cuts through the air, making both of you flinch. You quickly turn around, guilt already bubbling in your chest.

"I understand you have boy problems," the woman snaps, glaring at you, "but I'm in a rush. Can you hurry it up?"

Your eyes widen as the realisation starts to hit—you've turned into one of those people. The ones who talk too loudly about their personal problems, oblivious to the world around them.

Oh fuck.

You apologise profusely as you rush to finish the customers order, handing it over with a sheepish grin. She huffs, pays, and storms off, leaving you to groan and press the heel of your palm into your eyes.

"Don't worry about it too much." Maya says, trying to reassure you, and you appreciate the attempt to calm your spiralling thoughts of the day.

You sigh, nodding slowly, and a faint frown tugs at your lips as you grab a rag to clean the counter, trying to refocus.

Maya, however, isn't done. "Matt's supposed to be visiting you on break, right? Just talk to him then. See where his head's at with all this... it's clear that he likes you as much as you like him."

You nod again, this time a little more solemnly. Deep down, you know she's right, but the thought of having that conversation still makes you stomach churn with nerves.

Forcing a polite smile onto your face, you get back to serving your customers. You try to ignore the uncomfortable feeling brewing, but it lingers, making your shift stretch on longer than usual.

It doesn't help that it seems to be one of those days either—the kind where couples seem to flood the café, all smiley and giggly, holding hands and sharing kisses.

Internally, you scowl. You know it's not fair to be so bitter about their happiness, but it's hard to stop yourself from feeling like the universe is rubbing it so carelessly in your face.

You grit your teeth as another couple approaches the counter, all lovey dovey as they order matching drinks. Seriously? .... For real? You can't help but think they're all doing this on purpose.

You know they aren't though. It's not their fault you're so frustrated and insecure. It's not their fault you're stuck in this weird position with Matt, unsure of where you stand.

They're in love—and they have every right to show it off to the world.

As the day drags on and on, you try your best to push aside the negatives thoughts swirling in your mind by focussing on your job, moving from task to task, hoping to make time fly by.

The wait isn't easy—you hate it—but you keep reassuring yourself that everything will be alright.

But, as your break finally arrives, that too familiar feeling of unease settles in your chest once again.

You find yourself sitting alone in the backroom, ten minutes into your fifteen-minute break. Your phone is sandwiched between your cheek and shoulder as you listen to Matt's voice on the other end of the call.

Your thumb instinctively finds its way to your mouth, and you bite down on your nail—a habit you've been trying to get a hold on.

“There’s been a change of plans," Matt says, his words filled with regret. "I don’t think I can come visit you right now—everythin’ is, like, super crazy and…” his voice trails off as he continues explaining, but the words blend together in the background of your mind.

He's not coming.

That feeling in your chest intensifies, and the uncomfortable churning in your stomach grows worse.

“I’m really sorry.” he says, soft and sincere.

“No, it’s fine. I get it,” you whisper, your tone a little on the vulnerable side. You hear him sigh on the other end of the phone, and you quickly add. “Seriously, it’s fine. I promise. It just… sucks, I guess.”

“I know, baby,” Matt mutters quietly, his own sadness seeping through.

The unexpected affectionate name catches you off guard, but it brings you slight comfort. Warmth spreads across your face, and despite everything, you smile to yourself shyly.

There’s some rustling on his end, and you hear him adjust the phone before his voice comes through more clearly. “I can see you later, though. I can… come over to your place, if you want.”

"My place?" you repeat, your eyes widening slightly as you sit up straighter. "You want to come over to my place?"

"Well, yeah, I mean—" he clears his throat, trying to sound more casual than he feels. "I have to film a video with my brothers and we won't be done until late, and I still really want to see you. We can have a date at yours or somethin'? I'll bring food or whatever on my way there. I'd offer you to come to mine, but—"

"My place is good," you cut him off, nodding to yourself as if to confirm it. "That's great, actually."

"Yeah?" you hear the smile in his voice, and it brings one to your own face as you hum softly in agreement. "Alright... I'll see you later, okay?"

"Okay." you reply giddily.

You'd be completely lying to yourself if you said you didn't want the clock obsessively for the rest of your shift—counting down the hours, minutes, and seconds until you could finally head home.

Spoiler: it didn't magically speed up. The numbers on the clock barely moved every time you checked.

But thankfully, after spilling the details of your plans to Maya, she offered to handle the closing-up duties so you could leave early.

At first, you protested. You didn't want to leave her to do everything alone, but her reassurance—and her reminded that she owed you for covering one of her shifts last week—finally convinced you to accept.

You couldn't say no after that.

As soon as you step out of the café, your mind starts racing with thoughts about Matt's visit. You pick up the pace, practically speed walking to the nearest store to grab some last minute treats—a box of desserts and a pack of beers—and the grocery bag bumps against your leg with each hurried step.

When you finally make it home, you waste no time in kicking off your shoes and heading straight to the kitchen to stash the desserts and beers into the fridge before taking a moment to take in your apartment.

It's not messy, but it's... definitely lived in.

The couch cushions are out of place, a throw blanket is draped over an armchair. There's a few books stacked on the side table, and your empty coffee mug still sits on the corner of the counter where you left it this morning.

You sigh, rolling up your sleeves as you get to work tidying up. You fluff the cushions, fold the blanket neatly, and wash your coffee mug and place it back in the cupboard.

Once everything looks presentable, you dart off to the bathroom to shower, eager to scrub away the sweat and lingering smell of coffee from your shift. You stand beneath the spray and lather up with vanilla scented soap before giving your hair a thorough wash—you even exfoliate—mentally checking off every step as you go.

But when you're back in your room, standing in front of your closet with a towel wrapped around your body, you freeze.

What the fuck are you supposed to wear?

Your eyes scan the rows of clothes, but nothing seems right. Is this a proper date, or just a casual hangout? You've never been in this situation before, and it's impossible to guess the right vibe to match. You don't want to be overdressed and make it awkward, but you also don't want to look like you didn't try.

"I need your help," you blurt into the phone urgently and desperately, deciding to call the best person you know that can handle this type of situation. "Bad. I need your help bad."

There's a pause before Maya's laughter comes through the line, "What are you freaking out about now?"

"I—" you hesitate, gripping the phone tighter as your eyes dart back to your closet, pushing through the hangers for the tenth time. "I have no idea what to wear. I don't know if this is a date. I've never been on a date, so I don't know what people even wear to one."

You let out a frustrated sigh, slumping back onto your heels.

"I don't want it to look like I tried too hard, but I also don't want it to look like I just rolled out of bed and don't give a fuck—"

"Hey," Maya interrupts sharply, calling out your name. "Chill out."

You immediately fall silent, clutching the phone to your ear as you wait for her words of wisdom.

"Let me break it down for you," she begins, "Matt's coming over to your place after hanging out with his brothers, right?"

"Yeah..." you reply cautiously, narrowing your eyes at a skirt in your closet that suddenly feels too much.

"So," she continues. "Do you really think he's going to show up wearing, like, a suit and tie? A button-up and chinos? No. At best, he's showing up in sweatpants and a sweater. Maybe jeans."

You purse your lips, thinking that over. "So... what do I wear then?"

"God. You're hopeless." Maya teases with a loud, dramatic sigh. "Wear something comfortable. Something cute and casual. You have clothes like that, okay? I've seen them."

You nod as if she can see you. "Cute and casual," you repeat. "Okay, yeah, I can do that. That's fine. Thank yo—"

"Wait," Maya cuts in before you can hang up. "One more thing: wear matching lingerie. That red lacy set we bought last weekend? That one."

You freeze, eyebrows furrowing as her words settle in. Pulling the phone away from your ear, you glare at it for a second before returning it to your face. "Why the hell would I need to wear that?"

"Just in case," Maya responds matter-of-factly. "You know... just in case."

"Oh," you say dumbly, blinking as the realisation hits you. "I mean... doesn't have to happen right away, does it? Like—it's not expected or anything, right?"

"Of course not" Maya answers instantly to reassure you. "You don't have to do anything you're not ready for. But if the mood is right, at least you'll be prepared. Trust me."

After hanging up, you toss your phone onto the bed and take a moment to collect yourself. Maya's advice repeats in your head as you pull open your dresser drawer, digging out the red lingerie set. It's still neatly folded in the box it came in—the tags still attached.

You hesitate for a moment, then shrug to yourself. At least you'll be prepared. Once you've slipped into the lingerie, you pull on your favourite shirt and jeans—soft, well worn, and flattering in all the right ways. You take a step back to check your reflection in the mirror, smoothing out the fabric over your hips.

A touch of mascara, a swipe of lip gloss, a hint of blush and highlighter, and a quick spritz of perfume completes the look.

You're double checking your outfit and makeup when a knock beats on the front door, and your stomach flips. You abruptly move, nearly knocking over the vanity chair in your rush as you smooth out your shirt for the hundredth time, sock covered feet padding across the floorboards as you make your way to the front door.

With a deep breath, you unlock the door and swing it open, and instantly, any lingering anxiety melts away. There Matt stands, his signature black cap pulled low over messy hair, dressed in an oversized sweater and denim jeans.

He smiles at you—a soft, lopsided grin—before shuffling inside after you step aside, his sneakers scuffing lightly against the floor as he toes them off.

You open your mouth to speak, to welcome him into your home, but the words catch in the back of your throat as Matt doesn't even give you a chance. He drops the takeout bag to the floor with a soft thud, and his ringed fingers wrap gently around your wrist, tugging you closer.

A giddy smile spreads across your face as his cold palms cup the warmth of your cheeks, his gaze softening as his lips brush against yours—gentle and so sweet.

He exhales a deep sigh of contentment when you kiss him back, and your hands reach to grip the soft fabric of his sweater to pull him close. But Matt doesn't linger long on your lips, instead, he pulls back just enough to trail quick, playful kisses across your cheeks, nose, and forehead.

Each kiss lands with an over exaggerated smooch, and you can't help the laughter that bubbles up from your chest.

"Matt," you try to speak between giggles. "Stop, you're—"

"No," he murmurs, pressing another smacking kiss to your lips. "Missed you too much... sorry I couldn't come earlier."

You smile softly, your heart swelling as you pull back just enough to meet his gaze, your hands still resting on his chest. Gently, you shake your head. "You're here now, right?"

Matt's grin widens, and he bends down to pick up the takeout bag from the floor, straightening up before stepping further into your home.

His gaze sweeps over the room, taking in the details—the mismatched furniture, the framed photos on the walls, the soft glow of string lights draped across the windows, and the potted plants perched on the sills.

You shift your weight nervously, watching him take it all in with a flicker of self-consciousness, especially when his eyes linger on the shelf filled with books and little trinkets that probably look a bit chaotic to anyone but you.

"This is a nice place," he says finally, his voice warm and sincere as his eyes meet yours again. "Cosy."

"Thank you," you reply with a soft laugh, swaying lightly on the balls of your feet. "I would've invited you in sooner, but... it never seemed like the right time."

"That's okay," Matt says with a casual shrug. Then, he raises the takeout bag between you, giving it a little shake. "Hungry?"

As if on cue, your stomach growls loudly, causing you to sheepishly smile. "Starving."

It doesn't take long before the two of you settle comfortably on the couch, the food spread out on the coffee table in front of you. A movie plays on the TV—something you both agreed on watching—but as the minutes pass, it becomes background noise.

Matt's attention drifts to you, and soon he's asking about your day—showing genuine interest, listening to you talk as you recount the small details of your daily routine. He even teases you, his grin widening as he asks if you've spilled any more drinks during your shift.

You did that once—maybe twice.

He never lets you forget it. When the conversation shifts and it's your turn to ask him about his day, Matt's expression brightens. The way his eyes light up as he talks about filming with his brothers and brainstorming new ideas makes your chest ache in the best day, and you listen attentively as he rambles, soaking in the passion behind his words.

But then, his tone dips slightly, and he mentions feeling mentally drained—exhausted, even. The confession is so subtle, but it sticks with you as you remind him to take breaks and to focus more on his mental health, but he waves a hand dismissively, brushing off your worry.

You're about to push further, but before you can, Matt reaches for his phone, his energy shifting again as he tells you he wants to show you what he and his brothers have been doing and planning.

He scoots close, the warmth of his shoulder pressing against yours as he pulls up the photos and videos on his camera roll, explaining every detail behind each one. But your ears perk up when another voice cuts through in one of the videos Matt plays, a familiar one that belongs to one of his brothers.

"What are you doin'?" Chris' voice asks, and a second later, he comically slides into frame, his bright blue eyes staring directly into the camera lens, one brow raised in suspicion.

"Filmin' the sunset," Matt mumbles, the camera shaking slightly as Chris steps closer. "Dude, what're you—"

"Is this for your girlfriend?" Chris interrupts, practically shoving his face into view as he wiggles his eyebrows dramatically.

"Yeah," Matt huffs, trying to push Chris out of the shot. "Move."

"Take a video of me. I'm the view now."

"What? No," Matt snaps, scoffing. The camera lowers slightly, but not before you catch Nick in the background, fake gaggling loudly as a muttered, "You're fuckin' insane. Get away—" from Matt is the last thing you hear before the video cuts off.

As the video ends, you find yourself frozen, your heart thumping wildly in your chest. Slowly, your eyes drift from the phone to Matt's face. He's smiling at you—so softly, so fucking prettily—clearly waiting for your thoughts on the videos he just shared.

But your mind is stuck on one thing.

"Girlfriend?" The word slips out before you can stop it, your voice quiet, almost hesitant. "Do... do you call me your girlfriend in front of your brothers?"

"Yeah," he says without hesitation, his eyebrows pulling together in slight confusion. "Why wouldn't I?"

"You never asked," you whisper. You glance down, suddenly feeling embarrassed under his gaze. "I mean... it was never really talked about. We didn't put a label on anything."

Matt lets out a light laugh, scratching the back of his neck as if he's realising it for the first time.

"I kinda assumed we were together," he tells you. "I mean, I don't really see someone almost every day, kiss them, drive them home, and just call them a 'friend'," his cheeks grow a little flushed. "Like, I'd only do that with someone who's my girl."

You can't fight the smile that breaks across your face, and Matt notices it too, his hand coming up to cup your cheek, his thumb grazing your skin in a way that makes your heart flutter.

"Guess I should've asked though, hm?" he murmurs, his voice dropping to a softer tone as his thumb gently brushes over your bottom lip. His eyes lock with yours, tilting his head to the side. "Made it official?" he then leans in, his breath warm against your face. "Will you be my girlfriend? Or... is it too late?"

"Never too late."

Matt grins, and before you can say anything else, he closes the distance between you, pressing his lips to yours in a kiss that feels softer and sweeter than any before. His touch is so gentle, and you can't help but exhale deeply as you melt into him.

Kissing Matt is one thing, but kissing Matt who is your boyfriend? That was something else entirely. It feels new—exciting.

But then, as his hand dips beneath your shirt, his palm pressing lightly against the bare skin of your waist, something feels… different. It’s not unpleasant, but it’s unfamiliar, and you find yourself pulling back slightly, your breathing ragged as you meet his gaze with an embarrassed, sheepish grin.

"You alright?" Matt asks immediately, concern etched into his expression. His thumb brushes over your hip, his touch grounding and gentle.

"No—yeah, yes. Everything is fine—great," you ramble with a nervous laugh, trying to collect yourself under Matt's worried gaze. His brow furrows as you scramble to explain yourself, but you decide to surrender and tell him the truth as your shoulders slump. "This is all new to me. I've never had this."

Matt blinks, then tilts his head, raising a brow. "Had a boyfriend?"

"No—well yeah, but," you shake your head with a small laugh and a shy smile. "I'm talking about sex... I've never done that before. I've never, like... been interested, you know?"

"Oh," he mumbles softly, pulling his hand carefully out from beneath your shirt. "Shit. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to—"

"No!" you rush to cut him off, your hands curling around his wrists to stop him. "You didn't make me uncomfortable, if that's what you're wondering," you exhale shakily, trying your best to put your feelings into words. "I've never been interested in it before, but with you... I am."

Matt’s eyes widen slightly, his expression shifting to something almost unreadable—surprised, maybe even a little emotional. His hands find their way back to your hips, his grip gentle but grounding as his thumbs brush against your sides.

"Really?" he asks softly.

You nod, your heart beating faster. You want him to understand that this is all new territory for you, but it's something that you want to share with him—to give a part of yourself to someone who truly likes you just as much as you like him.

Matt studies you for a moment, his gaze darting across your face as if he's memorising all your little details. His eyes linger on your lips, noticing how they part slightly, how your tongue nervously darts out to wet your bottom lip.

"Relax," he murmurs, his voice trying to soothe you as he inches closer. "You're tremblin'."

"I'm nervous," you admit in a whisper.

"It's alright," he reassures you as his fingers gently tilt your chin up, his touch featherlight as he strokes your bottom lip. "I got you. We'll go slow."

"Slow," you echo, nodding. "Slow is good."

A soft smile tugs at Matt's lips as he leans in, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead first, then your nose, before finally dipping down to press his lips to yours once again. Your eyes flutter shut as you melt into his touch, feeling the way his mouth moves against yours.

When you part your lips, a soft gasp escapes you as Matt deepens the kiss, his tongue flattening against yours as it enters your mouth, and the sensation sends a shiver down your spine. You press your hand to his chest again, right over his hammering heartbeat as your fingers curl into the fabric of his sweater.

Matt breaks the kiss, his forehead resting against yours as he mumbles, "Where's your room?"

Your throat suddenly feels dry, and it takes a moment to gather yourself as you swallow hard, your voice coming out a little hoarse. "Down the hall, first door on the left."

Matt nods, kissing your lips one last time before he rises from the couch, pulling you up with him. His fingers intertwine with yours, his grip firm as the two of you move quietly down the hallway, the sound of your footsteps soft on the wooden flooring.

When you step into the room, Matt's eyes sweep over the space briefly before settling back on you. He doesn't rush you or push you, instead, he just takes a step closer, brushing his knuckles over your cheekbone as his eyes search yours, silently asking for permission.

You give him a short nod, and in an instant, his lips mould with yours in a deep, but slow kiss. You kiss him back timidly, looping your arms around his shoulders for your fingers to curl at the hairs on the nape of his neck, while he wraps his around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest. 

He blindly walks you backwards, the backs of your knees hitting the edge of the bed and you drop down, causing Matt to follow closely behind. He straddles you, knees on each side of your hips, keeping his lips locked on yours as his hands trail down your body, his fingers lightly gripping the hem of your shirt. 

The kiss breaks for him to gently pull your shirt over your head, and his eyes—blown out and wide—stare down at your chest, all prettied up in the red, lacy bra you put on earlier. He lets out a long, drawn out shaky exhale, rubbing his thumb across the material as his eyes flit up to yours. 

“Beautiful,” he compliments, and you immediately grow shy and flustered, unable to properly meet his gaze as he chuckles softly, sliding his hands beneath your back to reach for the clasp. 

Your brows raise in surprise at how quick and easy it is for him to unclasp your bra, and the lacy falls from your skin, baring your naked chest to his gaze. He gives you a gentle smile, giving your lips a loving kiss before moving downwards, sucking a trail of hickeys from your neck, to your collarbones, down to your breasts. 

Matt cups the plumpy skin in his palms, squeezing softly while his lips wrap around your nipple. You gasp softly at the sensation, feeling the nub harden in his mouth as he licks and suckles. He gives attention to your other nipple too, and your back arches at the touch, breath stuttering as you tilt your head back against the pillows.

However, your breathing grows ragged with nerves as he starts moving south again, almost choking when he gets to your legs. The nerves start to creep back into your system as you watch him unbutton your jeans while he keeps his eyes on yours, giving you a reassuring smile as he pulls the material down your jeans, pressing open mouth kisses to the skin that he reveals. 

Your first instinct is to pull away when you become aware of how extremely close he is to your damp panties—not used to someone being so up close and personal to such an intimate place—but he soothingly strokes your thighs in hopes to relax you, massaging his fingers into the plush skin. 

"Matt," you murmur anxiously as you feel his nose against your panties as he inhales deeply, letting out a soft sound at the intoxicating scent of your obvious arousal. 

Your face heats up in embarrassment at the sight of him between your thighs, and you fidget, hips shifting against the bed sheets as he hooks his fingers beneath the lace, pulling them down your legs to join your other clothes on the floor—leaving you naked and vulnerable. 

"You still want to do this?" Matt asks you, pressing open mouth kisses to your thighs as he eyes the glistening folds of your pussy before his gaze drifts up your body, drinking you in. He meets your eyes, laying another kiss on your skin. "We can stop. It’s your choice." 

You’re quiet for a moment, unable to think properly over the loud sound of your heartbeat thumping in your ears. You’re nervous, of course. You’ve never experienced something like this before—something so intimate and raw. Nobody has been this close to you, and nobody has ever touched you the way he’s been currently doing. 

But you want this. 

You do want this. 

You want this with him. 

"Please keep going." you confirm, and in that moment, you feel his warm breath caress your skin as he leans closer, his mouth pressing over your clit. 

Your body tenses up at the foreign sensation, and your thighs almost close in around his head in an attempt to push him away, but the feeling of his tongue slowly wedging between your wet folds, gently lapping over your slit, makes you crumble. 

You’re unable to put how you feel into words as your body slumps on the bed, lips parting with short, airy gasps as you stare up at the ceiling, your fingers twisting in your bedsheets. Matt’s mouth remains latched onto you, alternating between tender kitten licks and suckles on your sensitive bundle of nerves. 

It’s difficult for you to think straight—so fucking difficult that all you can do is just lay there and take it. 

Matt curls his arms around your thighs, moaning softly into your cunt and you gasp at the vibrations. You don’t know what your body is doing, but it moves as if it’s on autopilot, rolling against his face as that knot in your stomach tightens, and tightens, and tightens.

"That’s it," he murmurs between your folds. "Keep movin’. You’re gettin’ close." 

"H-how can you tell?" you ask him breathlessly. 

Matt smiles, peering up at you through hooded lids, "I can feel it, baby. You're leakin' so much around my tongue." 

You whine pathetically at that, and your eyes roll back and your neck strains as Matt’s tongue dips inside of you—the pressure and pleasure becoming too much for your inexperienced body to handle that you can’t help but release whatever tension coils up in your stomach.

Matt hums in approval, squeezing your thighs in a reassuring manner as he laps up your essence, delicately helping you ride out your orgasm with tentative licks. Once Matt finally lets up, you feel yourself grow limp, trying your hardest to catch your breath as you watch him move up your body through hazy vision. 

"Good job," he praises you lightly, stroking your cheek with a tender touch. “You did so well." 

All you can muster is a tired, sheepish smile, melting against his touch for a moment until it’s moved away too quickly for your liking. You can feel a whine of protest bubbling up in your throat, but you manage to keep it at bay as you watch Matt lean back on his knees, bunching his sweater in his hands before he pulls it over his head, throwing it carelessly to the side. 

You take this moment to admire him with the best of your ability: his messy hair hangs just above his eyes, his lips puffy and wet—glistening with your arousal. His body is slim, and you have the sudden urge to run your hands up his tummy and over his chest to curl your fingers around the silver necklace that dangles from his neck, but you’re caught off guard by the sound of metal clanging, and you glance down to see his hands working open his belt.

Matt rids himself of his jeans quite quickly, leaving him in just his boxers. The sight of his cock straining against the white material of his Calvin Klein's has your stomach whirling, and you begin to worry if something of that size will even fit inside of you.

You do avert your eyes when his fingers grip the waistband of his boxers to pull them off, although you can’t look away for too long. You’re curious, and curiosity definitely kills the cat because when you see his cock—big, heavy, laying against his tummy up to his belly button—you know you’re in trouble. 

That’s not going to fit. 

Silence consumes you, your mouth dry and nerves shot. All you can do is watch him lean off the bed to reach for his jeans on the ground, digging his hand into the pockets to retrieve a small silver packet. He tears it open with his teeth with ease, throwing the empty packet onto your nightstand before pinching the tip of the condom to roll it onto his cock, his eyebrows furrowing in concentration.

"Did—" you try to find your voice, coughing to clear your throat when it comes out a little rough. "Did you expect this to happen? You were prepared?"

"I didn’t expect it," Matt tells you, his tone filled with honesty and sincerity as he adjusts the rubber, making sure that it was fitted securely. "But it’s always good to be prepared, right?"

Maya’s words from the phone call earlier linger in your mind; ‘it’s good to be prepared, just in case’. You didn’t realise how much that actually applied, and all you can do is dumbly nod your head in response as Matt shuffles forward on his knees, prying your thighs further apart. 

You twitch when you feel his fingers gently graze over your sensitive pussy, using his thumbs to pull at your folds, revealing your leaky hole to his gaze. You definitely look away now—trying to not think about how exposed you are to him, literally. 

"M’gonna have to stretch you out a little," Matt tells you, and you want to question what he means by that until you wince at the stretch of his finger pushing through the tightness of your entrance, causing tears to bubble in your eyes. "Sorry, baby. It’s okay, s’okay—breathe."

You tense up when Matt adds another one of his fingers, trying your best to focus on his soothing voice when he tells you to relax, and he stills, his fingers still buried deep inside of you as his other hand massages your thigh in gentle motions.

You wriggle, finding it difficult to adjust to the stretch of his fingers as he carefully pumps in and out of your pussy, scissoring them against your gummy walls that makes your thighs twitch and close around his wrist. He continues to quietly praise you throughout, even pressing his thumb to your clit to rub, the pleasurable sensation of your clit getting attention causing you to relax just a bit. 

“There we go,” he coos, nodding his head as he watches you. “Relax.” 

The wet sounds filling the room is dirty, and you’re embarrassed to know that it’s coming from you. You are wet, and you’re definitely turned on despite being such a nervous wreck, but you didn’t realise you’re this wet. 

Matt seems to be fine with it, which makes you feel a little bit better. 

It’s normal.

It’s natural.

It’s fine.

You’re unsure on how long Matt has been fingering you for, but you assume it was enough to have you stretched out as he pulls his fingers away from your pussy, surprisingly licking them clean as he hovers above you. 

You reach to grab his shoulders while he touches himself, rubbing his cock up and down your sticky folds to lather up your arousal. Matt stares at you, tilting his head to the side as he drinks in your expression. 

“You ready?” He presses his tip to your entrance as he aligns himself. Anxiety and nerves courses through your veins, knowing what was about to come, but you’re more than ready—ready to have him in any way you possibly can. 

“I’m ready.”

With that, he presses himself into you, slow and steady. The gentleness doesn’t stop you from crying out, your nails digging into his shoulder blades, creating indents in his skin as your cunt and thighs burn from your pressure. 

The pain and discomfort is intense, and it hurts much more than you anticipated—the unfamiliar sensation being stretched out and filled making you wince. Matt pauses his hips to give you time to adjust to his size, wrapping his arms around you and kissing away the tears that pool down your cheeks. 

“You’re doin’ great, sweetheart,” he attempts to soothe you, his body locked as he glances down to where you’re both barely connected. Only the tip of his cock is nestled inside your opening, and he nibbles down on his bottom lip, knowing this was going to be trickier. “You’re okay, I promise.”

The burn intensifies as Matt begins to inch deeper in, each movement jolts of hot pain through your tender flesh. You have never felt like this in your life, but you’re happy to feel the searing pain gradually give way to a dull ache, which soon turns into a strange, tingling sensation as his hips rock carefully into you. 

His steady rhythm and soothing caresses help calm your nerves, and you can feel every ridge and vein of Matt’s cock rub against your tender walls. His hands roam your body, kneading the fat of your hips, stroking up your stomach and breasts, brushing his fingers across your cheeks to wipe away the tears. 

Each touch relaxes you further and further, drawing you into the experience, and you’re finally able to wrap your legs around Matt’s waist loosely, feeling him roll his hips deeper against yours. The friction between you both causes you to feel a little stuffy, skin clammy with sweat, but you still refuse to loosen your grip on him—keeping him as close to you as possible. 

“Look at you… you’re doin’ so well for me,” Matt continues to praise you with each thrust, his breathing laboured. 

You let out a quiet moan, it echoing throughout the room, and the sound of giving in makes Matt press his lips to yours, swallowing the rest of your moans as his cock and tongue work together in motion.

You feel so dizzy, head cloudy and empty as he rocks against you, his pelvis rubbing against your poor clit, the friction making your pussy quiver around him, earning a throaty groan from him, the sound rumbling against your lips. 

Breaking the kiss, Matt trails his move along the column of your neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive flesh as he continues to thrust, and you arch into him a little, your nails lightly raking down his back as you tilt your head to give him better access. 

His tongue darts out to lap at the pulse point in your throat before he kisses and nibbles his way back up to your ear, his voice low and strained as he murmurs, “M’gettin’ close,” his hips stuttering in their rhythm as he fights to maintain his control. “Not gonna last much longer, baby.”

Your body tenses, a whiney noise escaping as the sensations swell up inside you, the familiar feeling of the knot in your stomach forming until you can no longer contain yourself. Your inner muscles clench around Matt’s cock, rhythmically squeezing around him as your second orgasm crashes over you abruptly. 

At the same moment, Matt's control shatters, and with a grunt, he buries himself to the hilt inside your cunt and trembles, spilling into the condom with long, hot spurts. His hips stutter, making you wince and mewl at the feeling, but once both of your tremors subside, Matt lays on top of you, his weight pressing you into the mattress. 

It’s hot, and you’re still all sticky and clammy—definitely more than before—but you don’t care, not when Matt nuzzles his face into the crevice of your neck, his lips brushing against your damp skin as he catches his breath. 

After a while, he carefully extracts himself from you, pulling out of your wet cunt, and you hiss at the feeling, thighs pressing together to close as Matt stands from the bed. He pulls the condom off, careful not to spill any of his cum across your carpet as he walks into your bathroom to discard it in the trash. 

He comes back seconds later, climbing into the bed beside you, pulling you close to cradle you against his body. You immediately nestle into his embrace, your cheek laying on his chest and peering up at him as his hand lazily drifts across your back, alternating between rubbing and drawing random patterns. 

“Was that okay?” Matt asks you, his voice soft and quiet. 

You smile shyly and nod your head in response, draping your arms around his waist to pull him even closer as his head drops down to place a kiss atop of yours, squeezing you tenderly.

It was perfect.

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buck wild - evan buckley x reader

Buck has always been beautiful. Over the past year though, he had an even bigger glow up, which you didn’t even think could be possible.

His golden hair had furled into soft little coils, his stomach was fuller, his arms were so muscular that you were slightly concerned he was going to rip through his all of his T-shirts, and his thighs. Lord, his thick thighs were built like tanks. All in all, Buck looked comfortable in his own skin, in being himself, and in being enough, and you were obsessed with it.

Of course, you might be biased, but you think the general public can agree with you that your boyfriend is a smoke show.

The 118 and their families were currently gathered at Athena and Bobby’s house. It was one of those rare weekend nights where everyone was free, so the couple had invited everyone over for a barbecue.

Dusk was falling, and the kids were planted in front of the downstairs television watching a horror movie. The adults were sitting in the backyard, chatting over drinks. You were sitting sideways in Buck’s lap, one of his hands bringing a beer bottle to his lips every few minutes, while the other rested on your leg. Both of you were immersed in the story that Karen was recounting about an incident that happened in her lab.

When you decide that you needed a sip of water, you shift yourself up from Buck's lap and the comfortable position you were in. You put your feet on the ground, lean forward and oh-

Your legs were on either side of Buck’s thick left thigh, and whether it was due to the booze or the angle or the solid muscle underneath hitting you just right, arousal zips through you.

You gulp and get up on shaky legs with Buck’s help. You make a beeline to the kitchen and grab a water bottle, pressing the cool plastic to the side of your neck in attempt to calm down.

“Hey, you okay?”, you hear Buck behind you. You turn around to see your sweet boyfriend who had trailed after you in concern.

“Yeah... but do you mind if we go home?”

“Of course. Are you feeling sick?”

“No, but I am feeling hot.” You say, trailing a nail down Buck’s chest to his tummy, biting your lower lip.

Buck, quickly understanding, smirks, and takes your hand in his, guiding you back towards the group to bid your hasty goodbyes before walking out the front door. You don't quite catch the knowing looks and smirks that Eddie and Hen give Buck.

Buck's warm hand never leaves yours, except to help you into his Jeep. He buckles himself in, and starts to drive, but not before asking,

“So, what was it that turned you on?”

Your cheeks warm. You look pointedly at his thighs, and he chuckles. He eventually pulls the Jeep into park in front of your shared apartment.

You move to open the passenger door, but Buck pulls you back. He brings you in for a kiss and shuffles you over the centre console to make you straddle him, adjusting his seat back to make room for you.

“Buck”, you pant breathlessly into his mouth, before sliding your tongue over his. His big hands caress your back and down your butt, before you feel him guide your legs so that one of his thighs was between them.

“Okay, baby. Ride me. Take what you need.”

He didn’t have to tell you twice. You hold onto Buck’s shoulders, grinding your hips back and forth over the corded muscle. Buck looks up at you like this is the hottest thing he’s ever seen, his own dick straining against his jeans. He bounces his leg up into you experimentally, and when you react positively, he continues to do so in an unrelenting pace. Buck can tell by your whines and breathing that you were close, so he finally grasps your hips and pulls you down hard onto his thigh. Within seconds, you’re shaking with white-hot pleasure.

Buck coos and rubs your sides, grounding you after your high. It's unspoken between you two, but this was most definitely not the last time you'd be doing this.

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voyeurism w/ evan ‘buck’ buckley x gn!reader

kinktober ‘24 ~ no 1

a/n: oh hi, randomly decided at like 8pm last night to maybe try join in with kinktober this year so hopefully there will be more stuff but I make no promises that it’ll be everyday. also I’m just kind of making it up as I go so I hope you enjoy

“Stay right there,” Buck lowers to give you a chaste kiss, “and keep your hands where I can see them.” Buck has sat you down in a chair he’d placed directly facing his bed. He was using the arms of the chair to lean down so he was at your eye level. With another kiss, he goes to move away but your fingers catch his hand and drag him down for a final kiss. A toothy grin crosses both of your faces at the excitement of this new venture.

It had started with a simple day off, a rare one that you’re free to spend together. This morning you’d both stayed in bed far longer than needed, starting the day with quiet whispers and slow kisses. Eventually, you found your way out of bed and went to the farmers market together, Buck’s hands never left your body from the second you had arrived. If you weren’t holding hands he’d have his rested on your back or an arm slung over your shoulders. Then you’d spent the afternoon at Eddie’s, he’d decided to fire up the grill and invite some people around. The 118 truly can’t stand to be apart for even a day. That’s when it started to heat up a little between Buck and yourself. He had of course had a couple of beers while he stood by Eddie at the grill, so he was relatively tipsy which always meant Buck was a little more handsy. His hand would start at the top of your back, right between your shoulder blades and would slowly slip lower and lower until it was basically resting on your ass and at one point he had pulled you down to rest right on his lap while he was mid-conversation. The naughty whispers began shortly after, Buck was always one to rile you up. He had you squirming to the point when someone called on you out of the blue, you jumped up like a teenager being caught by their parents. So, by the time you had driven back to Buck’s place you were both practically buzzing with excitement. Buck had taken charge immediately upon entering his apartment, instructing you with a mischievous glint in his eye to go upstairs and wait. He grabbed a chair and with ease carried it up the stairs and that’s how you find yourself in your current position. Buck telling you to sit in this chair and watch. No touching. Just keep your eyes on him. Simple right?

Buck swiftly pulls his t-shirt off over his head and drops it on the ground before crawling into his bed, right in the centre opposite you. He smiles at you, appreciative that you’re still obediently sat like he left you. Your eyes can’t settle on just his face though as his hands move to work on taking off his belt. You struggle to sit still now, just ever so slightly moving your legs to gain some sort of friction. Buck continues to work on undoing the button on his jeans and you watch, eyes flickering between his hands and his face. Buck lets out a long sigh the second his hand can slip under the material of his jeans, his head audibly hitting the top of his headboard but it doesn't seem to bother him. His hands make quick work of pulling his jeans and boxer down just enough to free himself and he wastes no time in working his hand up and down his cock. He’s looking at you with hooded eyes, letting out small puffs of air that quicken with each stroke of his hand.

“You liking the show baby?” His voice comes out gruff and full of lust and he pauses his movement to instead rub his thumb over his slit, causing his hips to jolt a few times. You’re enthusiastically nodding as your mouth waters at the sight. You want nothing more than to get your hands on him and vice versa. “I think about you every time I do this y’know?” His words have you biting down on your bottom lip, mind just completely consumed by the sight in front of you. “Oh fuck baby, I love you so much.” His hand resumes its stroking of his cock, faster this time and his eyes close briefly at the euphoric feeling. “Tell me you love me.”

“I love you, Buck. I love you so much.” You don’t miss a beat, the words come out before you can even process it. Your own hands are starting to move, rubbing up and down your thighs in an attempt to still be somewhat within Buck’s instructions. Curses tumble out of his mouth and his eyes land right on you again. Unexpectedly, Buck cums, white painting his stomach as he pants hard, his hand slowing its movements. It’s not a surprise that Buck appreciates being told he is loved but he’s never came quite that quickly after you say it. You’re studying the mess he’s made when Buck grunts out your name and your eyes shoot up to his, that mischievous glint still in his eye.

“Come clean up this mess.”

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Cherry Red:

In which Tara becomes obsessed with a new lipstick color on your neck. (making out, partying, alcohol - the typical stuff - just nothing beyond making out)

Warnings: swearing, partying, alcohol, girlxgirl make out, Tara x fem!reader, spicy fluff

Word Count: 780 | unedited

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You were excited for this party, but for one reason, and one reason only.

Tara Yummy.

As soon as you crossed the threshold of the club, a smile grew on your face as you seen Tara.

“Y/n!” She yells, hurrying over to pull you into a hug, “You’re here!”

“Yeah, sorry I’m late, I-“ you stop, tilting your head, “Are you drunk already?” You laugh as she nods, “Yeah, and we have to get you caught up. Come on.”

She takes your hand into hers, and pulls you through the crowd of people to the bar. From that point on, you were attached at the hip.

“Tequila shots please.”

“Oh, Tara. Tequila? To start my night?” You pretend to pout but you smile as she lays a hand on your cheek, “You’ll be fine.”

Her brows furrow, “What shade of lipstick is that?”

“It’s called Cherry Red.” You smirk, “Do you want some? I brought it with.”

“Oh my god, yes please. I’m obsessed, it looks so good on you!” She watches as you pull the tube from your small purse and she puckers her lips.

You smile as you uncap it, leaning in to press the colored stick against her lips and drag. You tilt your head, eyes flicking from hers back to her lips, “This color looks so pretty on you.”

“You’re too sweet!” She turns as the bartender sets down the small glasses and you step forward, taking yours as she hands it to you, “For you.”

“For me.” You laugh, “Alright. Here to..”

“Us.” She winks and wraps her arm around yours and you both take your shots.

The first shot was rough, but after a few, you were loosening up pretty good.

You were on the dance floor, Tara right next to you.

You smiled as you scream out the song lyrics with her, holding her hand above her head as she spun around and danced with you.

“I’m going for another drink.” You point to the bar and Tara nods, “I’ll come with you!”

You lead her to the bar and after a few shots, they started tasting like you really wanted to kiss her.

Her laugh captivated you fully, her smile only made it worse. As soon as she looked at you, you went for it.

You places your hand on the side of her head, pulling her towards you as you moved in. Your lips landed on hers and it was instant sparks — Tara felt them, too.

Her hands slid down your arms from your wrist, moving to grip your hips as she pulled you closer. Your lips moved in a perfect sync and your tongues battled one another for dominance, but it was a constant fight.

Her lips trailed down your neck and she giggles as she leans back, “See.” She bites her lip as her eyes meet yours, “I told you I was obsessed with this lipstick color on you.”

You smile, shaking your head as you pull her back in for another kiss.

She trails down the other side of your neck, marking it with her Cherry Red lip prints, “Fuck, that looks so hot on you.”

“The lipstick or your kiss marks?” You tease, tilting your head as she laughs, “I mean, both, but my lips marking up your skin just come in a-“ she holds up her fingers, “Teeny bit more.”

You smile, laughing as you look around, “Let’s go back there, I’m not done kissing you yet.”

You grab your drink, as she does, and she follows you to the back corner of the room. The red lights illuminate the area around you set your drink on the table and sit down. Tara sets her down as she sits down on the couch next to you and leans over.

Your hand slides down her side, pulling her in closer as her lips move with yours once more.

You didn’t care about anything but her right now, and it was the same for her with you.

You tilt your head back as she coats your skin with more prints, giggling as she overlooks her work.

You bite your lip, reaching up to wipe beside her lips with your thumb, “Your lipstick is smudged.” She reaches up, doing the same action to you, “So is yours.”

You smirk, “It’s worth it.”

She nods, leaning in to kiss you, “So worth it.”

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Thank you for reading. I love you all and I’ll catch you in the next one! 🖤

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i have a request for sam. so basically it’s like divorced dilf!sam and reader is the babysitter for the kid and one day the mom picks up the kid and sam says she should come over. and it’s like lowkey really smutty

Summary: reader gets invited to her job after hours.

Warnings: SMUT18+, swearing, dad!sam, babysitter!reader, flirting, kissing, scratching, hair pulling, oral (m rec), unprotected sex, creampie, general filth

Word Count: 4.5k | unedited

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“Come on, sweetheart. You gotta get your shoes on. Mom will be here any second to get you!” You sigh quietly as you watch the crazy four year old running around the living room, “Zoe, honey. Mama is coming.”

She sighs, plopping down onto the couch with a small groan, “I have more fun with you.”

You stifle back your laughter as you walk over to her, “don’t say that, Zo, you have lots of fun with mom.”

She rolls her eyes and you raise your brows, “Who taught you to do that? Mommy or daddy?” She giggles as you slip her shoes on, “Mommy.”

Figures, you think as you shake your head.

The door bell rings and you gasp, “Is that mom?” Zoe gets up and squeals, “Mommy!” She runs to the door and you follow close, laying your hand on her shoulder before opening the door.

“Hey Lilly.” You smile, “She just had lunch, so she should be good for a little bit.”

Lilly smiles, “Perfect.” She points to you, “Did you tell y/n, bye?” You drop down, giving the child a big hug, “Be good for mom, okay?”

She laughs, “I will, y/n.” She turns taking Lilly’s hand, “Bye!” You wave as you hand her backpack to Lilly, “everything she came with is in there. Sam gave me a list and I double checked.”

“Also perfect. Thank you.” She smiles, “I’ll see you.. Monday morning when I drop her off, right?” You think for a second, “Yes, Sam has to work later Monday so I’ll also pick her up from school.”

She gives you a thumbs up, “You’re great.”

You laugh slightly, “I try.” You smile at Zoe, “See you Monday, Zoe!” She nods and walks with Lilly to the car. You close the door and look at all of the toys strewn all over.

You let out a sigh and walk over to pick up the toys, then make your way to the kitchen to clean up from lunch.

As you’re washing the dishes, you hear the door open and you glance over, “Hey.” You give Sam a smile, “Lilly came to get Zoe like twenty minutes ago. I’m just cleaning up our mess from the day.”

“Oh, you didn’t have to do that.” Sam laughs slightly and you shrug, “Hey, I made the mess. I can clean it. Lilly was a lot earlier than I thought she’d be.”

“Yeah, usually she runs late.” Sam rolls his eyes and you laugh, “Sorry. I’m not- Zoe rolled her eyes at me today and she told me learned it from mom, but.. now I’m starting to think it could go either way.”

He smirks, shaking his head, “Oh, no.”

“She was good. She ate all of her breakfast and lunch.” You reach in and unplug the drain, watching as the water goes down the drain for a few seconds before reaching to dry off your hands, “She did fall and hurt her elbow, but she was using it just fine after a little bit of ice and time.”

“That’s good.” Sam crosses his arms and leans against the counter, “We’re still good for Monday, right?” He looks over at you and you nod, “Yep, i will be here in the morning and I told Lilly I’ll pick Zoe up after school.”

He nods, “perfect.”

“Alright, if that’s everything.. I guess I’ll see you, Monday then.” You walk by him, his eyes following you, “Monday evening.”

“Right, yes. Monday evening.” You smirk, “Have a good night Sam.” You grab your bag and walk over to the door, stopping, “Oh.” You turn around, “There is some leftover lunch in the fridge if you want it.”

“Sounds good, thank you, y/n.” He smiles and walks over to the door, opening it, “Drive safe.”

You nod, “Always.”

You turn, walking out and down to your car. You get in, and start your drive home. On the way, you can’t help but think about Sam.

How him going into dad mode is one of the hottest things he does. How he stares at you for just the right amount of time, and just how perfect he is in general.

Sam is literally the perfect guy, and anyone could be lucky to have him. Your mind starts racing, what if he’s seeing someone, is he seeing someone? You start racking your brain, has he mentioned anyone?

You gasp, slamming on your breaks as you see the car in front of you growing closer and closer at a slightly fast and scary rate.

You tilt your head, taking a deep breath before letting out a sigh, hoping no one saw that.

You feel your cheeks grow hotter as the thought of Sam creeps back onto your mind. You shake the thoughts away, moving around in your seat as you try to drive home without almost causing anymore accidents.

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“I need you.. to tell me I’m crazy.” You sigh, laying your hands over your face, “Like an-y-thing to calm my delusional ass down, Mel.”

She laughs, “I mean, from what I’m hearing, there’s something there.”

“No.” You whine, “Don’t say that.” You laugh, “Like, I was thinking about him on the way home, like.. I almost caused an accident.”

Mel gasps, “Oh, you got it bad, girl. B. A. D. Bad.”

“Shut up.”

“Do you want my help or not?” She scoffs, “I’ll gladly ha-“

“No, no. Please.” You laugh slightly, “Like, the way he looks at me, like isn’t the way you should look at a babysitter, right? Like it’s like.. fuck, I can’t even-“

Mel cuts you off, “Like he’s undressing you with his eyes?”

“Yes!” You sigh, “Exactly that. It’s like he’s trying to get me nervous or something, and I mean, if that’s what he’s doing, it works. But, I’m not going to let him know that.”

“Maybe you should tell him, call him out on his shit.”

“What, so I can spend the rest of my days as his babysitter feeling awkward around him? No thanks.” You shake your head, “I just, wish there was a way for me to get over this, like he’s just..”

“A total dilf.”

“Yes.” You sigh, and Mel continues, “He really is though. Like, I’m jealous you get to see him everyday.”

“Not everyday.” You correct, “I mean, do I wish it was? Yeah, but I think the less days I spend around him, the more I’m able to keep my composure around him.”

Your phone dings and you sigh, “I got a text.”

“Who is it?” Mel asks and you walk over to your phone, “I don’t know, probably Lilly saying I forgot to pack something for Zoe.”

“She isn’t my cup of tea. Good for Sam getting divorced.” She laughs but you stare at your phone, in shock mostly.

“Hello? You still there?” Mel speaks louder, “Hello?”

“Y-yeah, I’m here.” You scoff, blinking as you read the text over and over again, “Sam just texted me.”

Mel gasps, “What did he say!?”

You laugh slightly, “He just said he has a question.” You tap the screen, What’s up? You hit send, “I just said, what’s up?”

“Maybe he’s going to invite you back over. I mean..” She changes her tone, “he’s kid free all week, you can’t tell me he doesn’t get lonely over there in that big house when he’s all alone.”

You roll your eyes, “I doubt that, Mel.”

You see his text pop up at the top and your heart skips a beat, “He wants to know if I’m busy.” Mel scoffs, “No. you’re as free as a bird flying high in the sky.”

You laugh slightly, tilting your head, Just waiting for my laundry to dry so I can fold it and put it away.

You read what you sent and Mel groans, “Why did you say that?!” You groan, “He makes me nervous, Mel, fuck.”

You purse your lips as he responds, Well that’s exciting, lol. The reason I asked is because I was wondering if you had dinner yet?

“Did he answer? What did he say?” Mel asks and you sigh, “Nothing, he hasn’t answered yet, but my laundry is done, so I’m going to go take care of that.”

“Bor-ing.” She laughs, “Have fun, talk to you later.”

“Talk later, bye.” You hang you and sit down, typing back to Sam, I haven’t actually, that was my next thing. Your eyes watch as the bubbles pop up and get replaced with his text, Would you want to have dinner with me?

Your heart was racing, along with your mind.

Was this a date? What it a casually dinner between friends. A professional dinner?

You lick your lips, nodding to yourself as you type, I would love to have dinner with you, Sam. I can come over in a few?

You stand up, immediately thinking about what to wear and your phone dings. You pull it up, reading over his message, text me what you want from Melinda’s and give me like thirty to pick it up.

You let out a relived sigh, typing out what you usually get, Thank you, see you in a little. You add a smiley face and hit send, immediately regretting the smiley, “Oh my god. I’m going to make a fool out of myself.”

You press your palm to your forehead and walk to the bathroom.

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After your quick shower, you get dressed. You didn’t know what to expect, so you just settled for a cute sweater and leggings.

You slipped your shoes on and grabbed your keys, giving Sam a quick, I’m on my way, message before heading to your car.

The whole way there, you kept having to wipe your palms on your pants because they were growing sweaty from your nerves, “Oh my god.” You felt like you were a mess, “what the fuck.”

Maybe Sam did like you. Maybe you both have a mutual pining for one another, and just maybe, it was finally going to work out in your favor.

As you pulled into the driveway next to his car, you took a shaky breath, “Fuck, okay. You can do this.” You nod to yourself, “Come on.”

You get out, walking up to the door and knocking.

The door swings open and Sam smirks at you, “You practically live here during the day. You don’t need to knock, sweetheart.”

Your heart skips a beat as you desperately try to form words, “I-I just- sorry.” You close your eyes, “I’m a little nervous, if you can’t tell. That’s why I brought this.” You extend the bottle of wine out and Sam takes it, raising a brow, “this shit is good, and expensive, how’d you get this?”

You walk in, “from my old job, a coworker during a secret Santa thing.”

“I take it you’re big into wine?” Sam asks as he closes the door and you nod, “Well, not like I’m always drinking it or anything. I promise I don’t drink on the job.”

Sam chuckles as he walks over, “You need to relax, y/n. I know you don’t drink on the job.”

You let out a small sigh, “Sorry, I just-“

Sam cuts you off, “Here.” He walks over to the table and pulls two glasses towards him before opening the bottle, “Drink this and take a breather.”

He probably thinks I’m a fucking loon, you think as you force a smile, “Thank you.” You take the glass and take a sip, “Oh, this stuff is good.”

“You haven’t had this kind before?” He asks as he brings his glass to his lips, “This is my favorite wine.” He takes another sip before motioning to the table, “Shall we eat?”

“Yes, please. I’m starving.” You walk over and Sam pulls the chair out for you. You give him a smile as you sit down, “Thank you.”

He nods, “Mhm.” He walks around, sitting across from you, “I didn’t realize how much this looked like a date.. I’m sorry if-“

“I was stressing about what to wear, so I think we’re on the same page, Sam.” You were shocked you said that, maybe you aren’t as nervous as you thought?

“Yeah, I think I can say the same. I got a suit out and then I was like no, I’m at home not at work.” He laughs, “So I hope you’re not offended by my sweatshirt and sweatpants.”

“Oh, Sam. I’m appalled by your attire tonight.” You tease and he smirks, looking down as he nods, “My apologies, I’ll get right on that.” He laughs and looks up at you, “I was nervous you were going to say no.”

“What made you think I’d say no?” You tilt your head and Sam shrugs, taking another sip of his wine, “I just, wasn’t sure if you thought it would be weird to have dinner with the dad of the girl you babysit.”

You purse your lips and take another sip of your wine.

Sam furrows his brows, “It is weird, isn’t it? I’m sorry, I-“

“No, no. It’s not weird at all, Sam. I’m actually.” You laugh slightly, “I’m actually really glad you asked me.”

“Really?” He smirks and leans back in his chair, “I mean, that’s a relief, I’m glad I’m not the only one who felt something.”

You smile, “Right, now I can stop almost causing accidents on my way home because I’m too busy thinking about you.” Your eyes go wide, “Oh that just.. came flying out..”

“Oh.. my god.” He tries not to laugh, “Yeah, that’s not, I mean. I’m happy you think about me, but I’d rather you not crash your car.”

You nod, “Yeah, me too.” You laugh, finishing your wine, “I’ll have another glass if you don’t mind.” He smiles, leaning forward to grab the bottle and fill your glass halfway, “Good?”

You nod, “Good.”

“So..” Sam glances up at you, “What were you thinking about, exactly?”

You tilt your head, giving him a subtle shrug, “that’s a conversation to have with me when I’ve had a few more glasses.” You smirk and he raises his brows, “Mm, I see.”

“So, if I can ask..” you glance up again, “And please, stop me if I’m overstepping in anyway.” Sam shakes his head, “Ask away.”

“What happened with you and Lilly?”

He chuckles slightly, “That’s.. a funny story actually, well. It wasn’t as the time, but now that I think about it..” he sighs, “Lilly and I met back when I used to explore abandoned places with my brother, Colby. She owned, well, her grandfather owned an old hotel that’s been on my bucket list for months at that point. She basically kept up with making sure people stayed out and what not.”

You nod, “Right.”

“We met the day Colby and I went over and hit it off right away.” He shrugs, “One thing led to another, we started dating, then a year later, Zoe made her grand entrance and then I got this idea to propose and after another year, I guess I just wasn’t enough for her anymore.”

“She filed for divorce?” You frown and sam laughs, “Nope. I did. The day I came home from work to find her in bed with her boss.” Your jaw drops and he clicks his tongue, “It’s funny because that day, it was like a big weight was lifted from my shoulders, I just focused on work and Zoe, and that’s really all I needed.”

He takes a sip from his glass, “Or that was until you came along.”

“What do I have to do with it?” You tease, downing the rest of your glass, “I’m just the babysitter.” You smirk as you extend your arm across the table and Sam smirks slightly with a small shake of his head, “You’re really not, though, y/n.”

He lifts the bottle and pours you more, “You’re literally.. everything when I’m not here, correction. Even when I’m here, I still think Zoe would prefer you over me.”

“This.. is going to sound bad, and I kind of feel bad for saying it, but earlier today, right before Lilly got here, Zoe told me she has more fun with me than her.”

Sam purses his lips, “Zoe has told me that before, too. About you, and being fun.” He smirks, “She always asks about you, when you’re coming back. If we can call you. I never wanted to bother you on your off days so I just tell her you’re busy.”

“Sam.” You lean forward, “I have no life other than taking care of that sweet girl.”

He chuckles, “That surprises me. With a pretty face and a perfect personality, it actually shocks me that you aren’t already spoken for.”

You shrug, “haven’t found the right one yet.”

“Oh, so you’re looking?” He teases and you roll your eyes, “Please, I look at you every time I’m around you.”

“I know.” Sam flicks his brows up, “But, I’m not one to talk, because I do it, too.”

You can’t help but smile, “I have no idea why I was so nervous about this. You’re really easy to talk to, Sam.”

“You mean flirt with.” He winks and you sigh, “Whatever you wanna call it, Mr. Golbach.” Sam laughs, “I remember.. when you used to call me that. It took forever for you to call me Sam.”

You shrug, “I was trying to be professional, I think? But, you made me nervous the second I saw you, my mom never told me that the guy I was interviewing with was so.. hot.”

You can see his cheeks turn a shade darker and he tilts his head, “that what you were thinking about when you almost crashed your car?” He tried not to laugh but fails, “sorry.. sorry.”

“No, no. You’re right.” You nod, “And maybe some other things, but we’ll just-“

“No, no. Tell me.” Sam smirks, “I wanna know what runs through that pretty little head of yours when you leave here, or when you’re here, with me. Just the two of us. Whatever.” He shrugs, “I’m all ears.”

You giggle as you remember what Mel called him, a dilf.

“What’s so funny?” Sam asks and you shake your head, “just a term that my friend uses to describe you.” You look up at him, “when you texted..” you groan, “Oh this is so embarrassing.”

You look at him and he smirks, “You’re fine, sweetheart.”

“When you texted, I was actually on the phone with my friend, and I was basically trying to get her to talk me out of my.. feelings, for you. I thought I was just being delusional, you know.”

“I’m glad she didn’t talk you out of it.” Sam smiles, “But anyway, I’m curious about this, term, she used to describe me.”

You laugh, shaking your head before taking a sip of wine, “She called you a dilf.”

He chuckles, “I’m sorry, a what?”

“A dilf.” You repeat, your eyes moving to his, “A dad, I’d like to fuck.”

Suddenly, everything shifted.

“Was she talking about her, or you?”

“Me.” You swallow, setting your glass on the table, “She basically said what I was trying to say.”

“Am I.. the dad you’d like to..” he purses his lips, a smirk fighting to appear, and you nod, “I mean, I’d like to do more than that, of course, but right now, that’s all I can think about.”

“So why don’t you stop thinking..” he sets his glass down, “and do something about it?”

You slowly stand up and walk over to him, laying your hand in his as he holds it out. He pulls you towards him, your legs on either side of his as you sit down on his lap to face him.

Your eyes scan over his face and you smirk before leaning in to kiss him.

His hands slide to your hips, a small groan leaving his lips as they move with yours in a slow motion. You earn another by grinding down onto him, gasping when you feel his cock growing harder under his sweats.

“You’re so beautiful.” He whispers as he kisses down your neck, “Can I take this off?” His hands slip under your sweater and you nod, “Only if you take yours off.”

“Deal.” He pushes your sweater up your body, pulling it up over your head. You slip your arms out or the sleeves and immediately reach for his sweatshirt.

You bite your lip as you watch him pull it up over and toss it to the ground to pile with yours. Your eyes rake up and down his body, head tilting as you lean back in to kiss him.

You kiss down his neck, earning small gasps and groans as you nip and suck at his skin.

Your hand drags down his chest and torso, slipping into his sweats. You kiss back up to his lips, swallowing his moans as your hand wraps around his cock, slowly twisting up and down.

“F-fuck.” He groan, “You know what you’re doing, don’t you?”

You give him a shrug, “I can show you, rather than tell you?” He bites his lip and nods, “Please.” You slide down off of his lap, sitting between his knees.

His hips raise from the chair as you work his sweats down over his hips and pull them down to his mid thigh. You rise up, spitting a little on the tip and he groans as your thumb slowly spreads it around.

His eyes are on you, watching as you lean in to wrap your lips around the tip. His breath hitches in his throat as his hips buck upward at the touch.

You tilt your head back, flattening your tongue on the underside before licking upward.

He lets out a shuddered breath, “Fucking hell.”

You take him into your mouth, slowly working your head up and down as your tongue swirls around. He reaches down, his hand slowly pulling your hair into his grasp, “Fuck, that’s it.��

You pick up the pace, going a little faster and he tightens his grip, “Doing so good, baby.” He groans, “Fuck, just like that.”

Your heart starts to race at his praise, the walls of your cunt squeezing around absolutely nothing in full desperation.

Sam’s breathing grows faster, “Fuck, okay. Okay.” He pulls your head off of him and you lean back, a smirk resting on your lips, “What?”

“You know what.” Sam smirks, pulling you up for a kiss, “Take your pants off.”

You nod, stepping back to push your pants down your legs. You kick off your shoes, stepping out of them and you walk back over to Sam.

He stands up, his arm wrapping around your waist as his lips crash onto yours. Your hand moves up to rest on his cheek and you moan against his lips.

He reaches back behind you, swiping stuff out of the way and lifts you to set you down on the table. You lift your leg, reaching down to guide his cock into you.

You both pause, gasping as he slowly pushes into you more. Your head tilts back, moans slipping from your lips as you feel the pleasure from him stretching you floods through your body.

“Fuck.” You gasp, arm sliding around his neck, “Feels so good.”

He nods, his lips pressing to your forehead, “So good.”

He slides out, thrusting back in with a grunt, “Fuck, baby.” His hand slides up to rest on your cheek as his lips reconnect with yours. He swallows your moans with ease, his hand dropping to grip your thigh.

Your other leg hooks around his hip, “F-fuck, harder.”

He groans at your words, his fingers pressing into your skin as his thrusts grow harder. You gasp out, sliding your hand down in between your bodies.

Sam tilts his head down, lips parted as his eyes bounce between his cock going in and out of you and your fingers circling your own clit, “That’s it, baby. Does it feel good?”

You nod, eyes squeezing shut, “Y-yes.. so, so good.”

He bites his lip, leaning in to press kisses along your jaw, “Are you gonna be a good girl and cum for me?”

You gasp at his words, the pressure of your fingers growing harder, “Y-yes, yes.” You open your eyes, locking them onto Sam’s, “Fu-fuck. Don’t..” you tilt your head back, moaning loudly, “don’t stop.”

“Didn’t plan on it, baby.” Sam smirks, his read tilting to the side as your cunt squeezes around him, “God damn.”

You tighten your leg around his waist, moaning out constantly as he gets you to tip over the edge. You pull your hand away, sliding it to the back of his neck as he fucks you through your orgasm.

You were a whining, moaning mess before him, and he loved it.

“Fuck, fuck, there you go.” Sam groans, “That’s it.”

Your nails dig into his skin, “Fuck, Sam!” You pull him in for a kiss, moaning against his lips as his thrusts keep the fast pace, “You make me feel so good.” You tilt your head as his lips trail down and back up to your lips.

“I knew you’d feel good.” He moans, thrusts deeper into you, “I didn’t know it would be this good.”

You whimper at his words, smashing your lips back onto his. After a minute of making out, he leans back slightly, “Where do you want me, sweetheart?”

You shake your head, giving him a shrug as you pull him in closer, “Wherever you prefer, baby.” You bite down on his lip, earning a gasp from him and he groans, “Fuck.. okay.”

He slides his hand up to your cheek, cupping it as he kisses you deeply. You swallow his moans, gasping as he thrusts into you, holding himself in as his cock twitches inside of you.

You moan at the sensation, gently pressing a few kisses to his cheek and jaw.

He slowly pulls out, gently setting your leg down. You sit up, taking a deep breath as you look at him, “That was..”

“Incredible.” Sam smirks, nodding as he lays his hands on your waist, “Literally better than I ever thought it could be.”

You nod, “Oh, yeah. I agree. And trust me, I thought about you a lot.” Sam smirks and nods, “Yeah, I’m guilty of that, too.” He tilts his head, “So, is that what you’d think about?”

You nod, “yeah, that and whether or not you were seeing anyone.”

“Did that answer your questions?” Sam laughs slightly and you nod, “This whole night answered everything.”

Sam smiles, leaning in to press his lips to yours, “So I think I have a solution for you not crashing your car on the way home.”

“Oh yeah?” You smile, looking up at him, “What’s that?”

“Just stay here.”

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First fic of the new year! Let me know what you think! Thank you so much for reading! I love you all SO much! I’ll catch you in the next one! 🖤

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This is the first time asking for something so I’m sorry if it’s horrible but can you do Shane Walsh with dubcon, corruption kink, Dom/Shane, Sub/reader, throat fucking, rough sex and degradation?? And if it’s alright can the reader be Rick’s daughter?? So a DBF-Shane Walsh x Reader.

Dad's Perverted Best Friend

Shane x Rick's Daughter

Note: I'm sorry this took so long angel! I've had this request sitting in my inbox for months! again, I'm so sorry that it took so long. I hope you enjoy it, more Shane content coming soon..

CW: dubcon!! age gap, throat fucking, rough sex, daddy nickname, degradation and praise, legal age gap, slapping, impact play, manhandling, the word cunt is used several times! nicknames like doll, pretty girl, good girl, ect.. you've been warned!

words: 1.6k

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The older man shoved his fingers inside of your mouth, “that's right, sweet girl, use your tongue exactly like that.” He pulled on your hair roughly as his fingers were deep inside of your throat, tugging on the cute ribbons you had in your hair.

There you were, on the floor of your bedroom, sucking the fingers of your dad’s best friend. You were such an innocent doll, always doing what you were told to do. Your father was asleep in the room next to you as you drool on the older man's fingers. He looked deep into your wide bambi eyes, getting off to the fact that he was the one that made you like this. He corrupted you and he loved it.

He shoved his fingers deeper down your throat, making you gag loudly. He slapped you and pulled you closer, “You don't want your daddy to know what we've been doing, right sugar? Do I need to shut you up with my dick, darling?”

Your eyes widened and you squirmed in his tight grasp, “Please, don't tell my dad. I'll be good for you, I promise.”

The older man chuckled and unbuckled his belt, he wrapped it around your pretty little neck and squeezed it tight. “Then be good for me, doll.”

Your face immediately flushed as the older man choked you with his belt, his huge cock standing right in between you two. He teased your lips, stroking his cock as he let it sit on your pretty lips for a little bit. Then without warning, he shoved his cock deep down your throat.

His thrusts were hard and rough, his hard cock stabbed the very back of your throat, making you squirm in pain. Your bambi eyes started to tear up with how rough he was being to your delicate body.

He was turned on by the way you cried, with the way you squirmed so helplessly under the older man. He continued his assault on your pretty mouth. Your plump lips were stained with his precum, a beautiful sight for the older man. He pulled on your pretty pink ribbons and made you suffocate on his cock.

“That's right, good girl. Take it like the bitch you are.”

The sounds of his balls slapping your wet chin filled the room along with your quiet gags. You were trying to be such a good girl for him. From wearing the clothes he loves to see on you and the ribbons in your hair that he loves to pull, everything you did was for him.

You were terrified of your father hearing the two of you yet you were shamelessly drenched. You were so wet that you could feel a puddle beneath your short skirt.

The older man’s eyes never left yours, he loved to see the innocence being slowly stripped from your soul. “Good girl, so fucking wet for me. You deserve to fucked and breeded like the slut you are.” He said as he fucked your throat as rough as he could, treating you as his little wet bitch.

His thrusts were too rough and his pace fastened, you found it hard to stay still for the man. He grew angry and frustrated, he kept fucking your throat as you squirmed and whimpered. Your face was stained with tears and his precum, the sight of manhandling you turned him on as he shoved his cock deeper in you.

“I should just fuck you in front of your father, you can't even stay still for me, slut.” Your eyes widen in fear at his words. You shook your head in fear which earned a harsh slap, “Did I say you could shake your head? Stay still.”

He contained the assault, claiming your mouth as his once again. You scratched his thighs, begging him to stop yet he wouldn't stop. He didn't care about your pleas, he kept going as you cried. He didn't stop until he finally came deep inside of your throat. You gagged and wanted to throw it up yet Shane pulled on your hair and shut your jaw tightly.

“Swallow it. Every last bit.”

You listened like the slut you were. You swallowed and looked at him with your eyes that were once pure. You yearned for his touch, his praise, his love. He corrupted you and you can't help but fall in love with the older man.

“Such a good girl.”, He said as he kissed your head, “You do so good for me, doll.”

You sat there on the floor, waiting for your next command. Your heart flustered with each gentle kiss and praise. “Thank you, daddy.”

“Get on the bed and open your legs for me, darling.”

You obeyed almost immediately, laying on your back on your pretty pink bed and opening your legs wide for the older man. Shane smirked at the sight of his pretty doll with her legs wide open for him, her wet cunt already staining her pretty pink sheets.

“You're dripping wet. Maybe I should fuck your throat more, your little cunt down here seems to like it.”, he teases as he touches it. His hands were soaked as he traced your cunt, “So fucking wet for me doll, you deserve a reward.”

Your eyes lit up as you knew what he meant. For weeks he had been teasing you, fucking your throat and fingering you yet he hasn't taken your virginity yet. You were excited, your eyes were begging to have your cherry popped.

“Look at how excited you are, don't worry doll. I'll fuck you good for your first time.”, he stroked his cock that stood tall once again. He traced his pretty tip against your cunt. You were trembling from pleasure and excitement, you needed him inside of you already.

He gently teased your wet hole, letting the tip touch it as he stroked his big veiny cock. You loved the way his cock stood stall, the way you knew it was going to hurt made you even more excited.

He went slow at first, groping your tits as he slowly slid into your wet cunt. “Fuck, your pretty wet cunt is swallowing me up so well.”

He couldn't help but speed up, chasing his own pleasure. “It's like your cunt was made for me.”, he said as his thrusts grew more rough and fast.

You moaned and squirmed beneath the man that was stealing your virginity and corrupting your pretty little body. Your pink ribbons were tangled with your hair, ruined which matched your state.

His hands roamed all over your body as his cock was deep inside. “It feels so good, daddy. Please don't stop!” You moaned out loud which earned a hand harshly covering your mouth.

“Shh, I'll only fuck you if you keep quiet, slut.”, he growled as he thrusted too deep, which earned a muffled scream. It felt like he had hit a wall he wasn't supposed to touch. You squirmed and tried to keep quiet yet it was so hard to do when the older man ignored your cries and fucked you even harder.

He then flipped you around and shoved your head into your pillows, muffling your screams as he violated your virgin hole. The sounds of your wet hole being ruined filled the room, covering the sounds of your muffled screams. You couldn't breathe, all you could do was cry as the older man assaulted you and fuck, it felt so good.

Your dad then knocked on your door and you heard his voice, “is everything okay in there, hun?”

Your eyes widened in fear as you heard your dad's voice. Shane immediately stopped and pulled your hair. He whispered, “Be good for me and tell him you're fine. You don't want your daddy to know that you're a fucking slut that takes his friend's cock, right angel?”

His tone and his grip on your hair sent shivers throughout your whole body, “I'm fine! I'm just feeling a little sick!” You yell out to your father. The older man's cock was buried deep inside of you, still slowly thrusting in you as you tried to hide your moans.

“Oh no, do you need anything, sweetheart? I can go to the store real quick if you need anything.” Your dad asks.

You try to answer back but you choke on your words as Shane thrusted deep inside of you. He whispered in your ear, “Be good and tell him that you need some cough drops.”

You obey and hold back your moans, like the good slut you are. “I just need some cough drops please!”, you respond.

Shane had you in a headlock as he kept thrusting into you, making obvious noises but not giving a single fuck.

“Okay, darling. I'll be back as soon as I can.” Your father says as he leaves the house. The moment Shane heard the door close, he pinned you down onto the bed and continued his brutal assault on your hole.

“Good girl. You're such a good girl for me.” He says as he fucks you into the bed again. You moans were muffled as your pussy was being destroyed. Your ears rang as his grip on your throat grew tighter. The feeling of being torn apart for the first time felt so good, you yearned for more.

He corrupted you and you wanted more.

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i swear I’m ovulating 😩 i need NEED the nastiest Matt smut you can possibly give me im literally on the floor begging for it mama please

∶ Summary: What happens after office hours, well, that’s just a different kind of business.

∶ Warnings: smut, boss!Matt x secretary!Reader, swearing, sexual tension, kissing, unprotected sex, creampie, oral, choking, filth

∶ Word Count: 3.6k

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The ding of the elevator at the end of the hall snaps you out of your tired stare. You quickly snap into acting like you were working.

“Good morning.” Matt smiles as he walks up to your desk, “Sorry I’m late. My idiot brother needed a ride and proceeded to spend thirty minute past the time we needed to leave getting ready.” He rolls his eyes, “Did anyone call yet?”

You shake your head, “Not yet, Mr. Sturniolo, but I-“

“You don’t have to call me that, sweetheart. You’ve been my secretary for quite a while now, I think Matt is just fine.”

You tilt your head, “Sorry, Matthew. I’ll work on it.”

A smirk plays at his lips and he tries so hard to fight it off, “Uh huh, you better.” He taps your desk, “Call downstairs, have them bring me up a coffee, and get whatever you like, too.” He gives you a wink, “I’ll be in my office, I have a meeting scheduled for..” he hums as he tries to remember and you fill in the blank, “Nine fifteen with Mr. Colby Brock.”

“That’s it.” He smiles, “I’ll be in my office.”

You nod, reaching for your phone. You dial the number for downstairs and listen to it ring a few times before someone picks up, “Sturnique, this is Stacy, how can I help you?”

“Hey, Stace. It’s y/n from upstairs, could you have someone bring up Mr. Sturniolo’s coffee order and can you also add on vanilla latte with an extra shot of espresso please?”

“His usual and a latte, extra espresso. Anything else?”

“No, that will be everything. Thank you.”

“Not a problem. Have a good day!”

“You, too.” You smile to yourself as you hang up the phone, leaning back with a sigh. As soon as your back hits the chair, the phone rings again. You lean forward, moving in closer as you pick it up, “Matthew Sturniolo’s office.”

“Hello, I’m looking to speak to Matt.”

“May I ask who’s calling?” You rip off a sticky note and grab a pen, pausing when you hear her sigh, “Yeah, it’s his girlfriend, Melanie.”

You raise your brows, “Okay.. give me one second, I’m just going to put you on hold. I’m not sure if his meeting is done with yet.”

“He’s in a meeting right now?” She scoffs, “Fine.”

You don’t hesitate to press the hold button. You push yourself up from your chair and walk over to knock on his door.

“Come in.”

You push the door open and he smirks, “What can I do for you?” You tilt your head, “I have a Melanie, on hold for you.” His face falls and he leans down to rest his head on his desk with a groan, “Fuck me.”

Your brow twitches up as you fight back a smirk, “I told her that I wasn’t sure if your meeting was done with yet or not.”

He lifts his head and nods, “It’s not. Tell her I’ll call her later or something.” You nod, getting ready to back out and he calls out, “Thank you.”

“Of course.” You smile and close the door, making your way back to your chair. You pick up the phone and sigh before taking her off hold, “Hi, Melanie. You still there?”

“Yeah. I’m here.”

“Okay, so Matt is still in with his current clients, but he did tell me to let you know that he will call you back in a little bit.”

“Figures.” She hangs up and you sit there stunned, “Have a good day to you, too.” You set the phone down and turn as Matt’s doors open, “She’s a ray of sunshine.” You tease, “Girlfriend, I assume?”

He shakes his head, “Not even close.”

“Oh. That’s shocking.” You shake your head, “Not that you can’t get a girlfriend or anything, I know you can probably get one if-“

Saved by the bell.

The elevator dings and you look at Matt, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it like that.”

He smirks, laughing as he shrugs, “You’re fine, don’t sweat it.” He turns, “Oh, thank you.” He takes his cup labeled with an M.S, groaning as he takes a sip, “This is exactly what I needed.” He hands you your cup and you take a sip, “I feel that.”

“Thank you.” You smile at the gentleman before he turns to walk away. You lean back, turning to look at your computer screen, “Oh, did you want me to book your tickets for Italy now, or..” you look back at him and he nods, “You can do it now. Make sure you book yourself one, and I’m going to need two extras for my brothers.”

You both speak at the same time, “He better not make us late for that.”

You both laugh and Matt nods his head, “You get it.”

You move closer to your desk and the elevator dings again. You look at Matt, “We’re not expecting anyone right now.” He looks back down the hall and sighs, “Oh my god.”

A girl comes walking down the hall, “Some meeting you have here.”

“You must be Melanie.” You glance at Matt and back to her, and she nods, “Melanie St. Paul. Yes. Matt, can I speak to you in your office.”

“No.” He shakes his head, “We’re fine right here.”

You sip your coffee, clinking on the flight ticket page, trying to act like you’re not listening.

“You didn’t call me last night.”

You clench your jaw, fighting to keep your eyes on the screen. A part of you felt lowkey jealous because you liked Matt, and you can’t say he doesn’t know. With how he acts with you, creating all of this tension, you’re certain he liked you, too.

“I’m sorry, I had a late work meeting, and then I had a dinner with some clients, and then I went home and passed out.” He shrugs, “I don’t-“

The phone ringing cuts him off and Melanie sighs as you reach to pick it up, “Matthew Sturniolo’s office.”

You nod to yourself as you glance up at Matt, “It’s Sam, he’s returning your call from yesterday.” Matt nods, “Transfer him to me.” He looks at Melanie, “Look, I gotta take this. I’ll call you later, just.. go home. Please.” He turns and walks into his office, closing the door behind him.

Melanie huffs, turning on her heel before stomping down the hall. You give it a few seconds, waiting for her to step on and leave and you transfer the call to Matt.

You bring your personal cell phone up to your ear and smirk, “How’d you like that?”

“Y/n?” He laughs, “oh my god, you are a genius. Thank you.” He hangs up and comes back out. You slide your phone on the desk and turn towards him, “You’re welcome.” You smile, “So, do I get to know who she is?”

“She’s someone I went out with last week. I didn’t feel anything, so I kinda just have been blowing her off, hoping she gets the hint.” He shrugs, “And from that.. I don’t think she has.”

“I don’t like saying this, but she seems a little crazy. Like showing up to your workplace?” You raise your brows, “If she comes again, I’m calling security.”

“If she comes again, I’m calling security.” He laughs, “I thought she was nice, but after the date she blew up my phone, asking how it was and all of that. She kept asking questions about my past dates and if they were better than that one. It was weird.”

“Yeah, that’s..” you shake your head, “Insane.”

“Right?” He sits down in the chair in front of your desk, “You know..” he plays with your pens in your cup, “I’ve had the best time on our work dinners than actual dates.” He glances you at you, and you smile, “Really?”

He nods, “Yeah, you actually listen to what I have to say, and I know it’s mostly about work, but maybe-“

The elevator bell dings and you lean over, “It’s Colby.”

Matt stands up and walks over, “Hello, Mr. Brock.”

Colby smiles and walks up, reaching out to shake his hand, “How’s it going? We ready to talk business?” Matt nods, “Oh, for sure.” He looks at you, “If anyone calls-“

“Take a message.” You nod, “Got it.” You smile and turn back to your desk, finishing up getting the tickets bought for Italy.

The phone rings and you reach over, “Matthew Sturniolo’s office.”

“Hey, y/n. It’s Nick.”

“Hey, Nick. What can I do for you?”

“I know Matt’s in a meeting right now, but can you tell him that Chris and I will be up for lunch?”

You jot down the note, “I will do that. Anything else?”

“Yeah, email me what you want from Cerio’s.”

“You don’t-“

“Matt insisted.”

“Okay.” You smile, “I’ll look over, oh. While I have you on the phone, your ticket, and Chris’ ticket, is taken care of for Italy. I’ll email them to you.”

“You’re the best. Thank you.” He sighs, “I’d love to chat more, but I gotta go.”

“Bye.” You hang up and continue going over emails. An hour later, the door to Matt’s office opens, and him and Colby both walk out, “Thank you so much for coming in. I’ll go over everything and I’ll have y/n send over the finalized copy of the contact.”

“Sounds good.” Colby nods, reaching out to shake Matt’s hand, “Have a good day.” He looks at you, “You too.”

“Thank you.” You smile and look at Matt, “Nick was the only one who called, he said him and Chris are coming up for lunch. I also told them that their tickets are paid for, which I also emailed to you.”

“You’re the best.” He smiles, “So we got Colby’s team on board. If we can pull this off, they can get our line into the fashion week.”

“Oh, Matt. That would be amazing!” You lean forward, resting your chin on your hands, “When do you need to send in the final product?”

“Two weeks is the deadline, so if you don’t mind. You’re probably going to have to stay late a few days within these next two.” He sits down and you shrug, “Not a problem. I’ll do whatever you need.”

He purses his lips slightly, nodding his head, “I’ll keep that in mind.” He looks at you with a smirk, “So, anyway, as I was saying before hand-“

The phone rings and you can tell Matt is getting irritated. You glance at the phone, “Do you want me to-“

“Yeah, please. It could be Sam.”

You nod, picking up the phone, “Matthew Sturniolo’s office.” Your eyes go wide and you motion for Matt to go to his desk, “Yes, Mr. Golbach, I will forward you to his office right now… mhm, not a problem at all.” You glance over as his office door shuts and you transfer the call.

You hang up and lean back. If Matt gets this deal, he’s definitely getting into fashion week.

You were chewing on your nail, waiting for Matt to come back out of his office. You were trying to keep your mind occupied, but this was a big deal for you, too.

An hour and a half later, Matt finally comes out of his office. You stand up, “Well?”

Matt takes a deep breath, “We got it!”

“We got it!?” You cover your mouth, “Hell yes!” You open your arms walking over to hug him. He wraps his arms around your waist, lifting you up off the ground with a spin, “He said he liked the presentation of the proposal, which, honestly that was all you.”

He sets you down and shakes his head, “Thank you for working so hard on that.”

You smile, giving him a shrug, “My attention detail pays off once again.” You laugh and he nods, his eyes searching your face, “Yeah, it does.”

As soon as the elevator dings, Chris and Nick can be heard yelling to him from down the hall.

“Of course.” Matt mumbles, walking towards them, “Why do you always have to eat in my office?” Chris gives him a look, “Uh, your office has the best view?”

Nick hands you your bag, “Your lunch, darling.” You smile as you take it, “Thank you.” You go to sit at your desk but Matt stops you, “No, no. You’re coming in with us.”

You smirk and nod, “Okay.”

Throughout lunch, you mainly listened to the boys talk about their deal with Sam. Italy, and what they wanted to do while in Italy.

Occasionally, Matt would bring it back around to you, praising you for all of your hard work.

You wanted to jump him right then and there. You couldn’t lie, the tension was getting thicker and thicker as each day went by. You just wanted him to push you up against a wall and kiss you as hard as he could.

“Y/n?”

You blink, “What? Yeah, sorry.”

Nick laughs, “I asked what you want to do in Italy while we’re there.” You lean back, “Mm, good question.” You sigh as you think, “I would love to visit the Pinacoteca di Brera.”

Matt’s eyes go wide, “Say that again.”

“Pinacoteca di Brera.” You smirk, “What? Did I say it wrong?” He shakes his head, a smile on his face, and Nick speaks up, “No, you say it so beautifully.”

You smile, “Aw, thanks. I guess.” You laugh, “It’s been a dream of mine to go to Italy.”

“Guys. I think there’s a robbery happening down there.” Chris points at the window and you look over, “What?” He looks back, “Yeah, look.” You all go over and sure enough cops fly towards the scene and Chris breaks into laughter, “Sorry, that’s not-“

“Idiot.” Nick shakes his head. You avert your attention to the scenery overlooked by his office window, “You do have the best view.”

Matt’s eyes never leave your face, “I know.”

You look over at him as he walks away and you go back to sit down. A little bit later, you’re back at your desk, and as the brothers are leaving, Matt’s one thirty is here.

“Hello, Mr. Rosetti. I’ll let Matthew know you’re here.” You smile and call into his office.

“Yes, sweetheart?”

You right back a smile, “Mr. Rosetti, your one thirty meeting is here.”

“Perfect. You can bring him in.”

You hang up and stand up, “Right this way.” He follows you into his office and Matt gives you a nod, “Thank you.” You smile, “Welcome.”

You close the door and sit back down at your desk. A few phone calls and email replies later, Matt and Rosetti come out of his office.

“Thank you for coming in, Mr. Rosetti, I’m excited to work with you.”

“As am I, Mr. Sturniolo.” He nods, “Talk soon.” He gives you a nod before turning to leave and you spin your chair towards Matt, “I think that was your last meeting of the day.”

“Good, put on the voicemail and come in here. I need it to be after office hours for a little bit.” He turns to walk into his office and you comply with his order, hitting the button on the phone and walking into his office.

As soon as the door closes, Matt’s hands are on your waist, “I can’t keep doing this professional relationship, I need to know what you feel like around me.”

You gasp at his words, pulling him in for a heated kiss.

His hands slide around to grip your ass before wrapping his arm around your waist. He kisses down your neck, spinning to walk you over to his desk.

He bends down, breaking the kiss so he can swipe his desk clean. He lifts you up, setting you down on it, and his lips press to yours again.

Your hands work to undo the belt on his dress pants, proceeding to undoing the button and zipper on them, too.

His hands push your dress skirt up your thighs and he gives them a squeeze as your hand slips into his boxers, “Fuck, I need you so bad.”

You nod, “I’m yours.”

He jumps on it, pushing your panties to the side and gliding his fingers up and down your needy cunt a few times before pushing two fingers in. You gasp, your hand sliding up to tangle your fingers into his hair as you moan, “Fuck, yes.”

Your head tilts back, moaning louder as his fingers curl upward repeatedly. You tilt your head up, eyes following him as he drops down to his knees. His fingers pull out of you and they’re replaced with his tongue.

You gasp, pulling him closer with your heel on his upper back, hand still in his hair, “Fuck, Matt.” Your brows furrow with pleasure, lips parting as he moves up to suck on your clit.

“Tastes so good, baby. Just like I thought it would.” His eyes move to stare up at you as his tongue laps at your needy entrance.

You let out a whine, rolling your hips forward, “Feels so good.. fuck, fuck.” You lean back, your hand pressing into the desk for support, “Yesyesyes.”

You groan as he pulls away, biting your lip as you watch him free his cock from his boxers.

You lift your leg, moving to the edge of the desk more and you gasp, moaning out as you feel his cock slip into you. His hand slides up to your neck, gripping tightly as he pulls you in.

His lips crash on yours, your moans swapping together as his thrusts pick up. Your eyes flutter shut, whines and whimpers slipping from your lips, “Matt.. yes.” He rests his forehead against yours, “Fuck, you feel so fucking good.”

He slides his hand around, tangling his fingers into your hair, “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this. Seeing you..” he groans, “Seeing you walk around in those cute little business outfits. Fuck. You just.. look so fucking good.”

You reach up, pulling him in by the back of his neck, “I do it for you.” You crash your lips to his, swallowing his groans as he thrusts harder, “Fuck, fuck.” You squeeze around him, “D-don’t stop.”

Your hand slides down to his shoulder, your nails digging into it, “Fuck, M’gonna cum, please don’t-“

You tighten your leg around his waist as you feel yourself let go, moan after moan flying from your lips as he guides you through your high, “F-fuck, fuck.” His lips find yours, moving with yours with heat.

He bites down on your lip, tugging gently, “That’s it, there we go.”

Matt slides his hand to your cheek, pressing kisses back your jaw and down your neck, “I want you, all of you, baby.” He groans, “Fuck, I’ve needed you.”

“I’ve needed you.” You moan, tilting your head back to look up at him, “So fucking bad, Mr. Sturniolo.” You bite your lip, watching him smirk. He presses his lips to yours, “This is the only time you get to call me that, when I’m showing you who’s boss.”

You smile, gasping as you feel him thrust deeper, “What I want to show you who’s boss a time or two?”

“I can make an exception, Ms. Y/l/n.”

He crashes his lips into yours, his grip on your waist tightening, “Fuck, m’close.” He buries his face into your neck, your arms tightening around his, “Let me get you off.”

He leans up, stepping back and his eyes track you as you move down to your knees. You look up at him, lips immediately wrapping around the tip and working him into your mouth fully.

You bob your head, working what you can’t fit with your hand. He groans, his hand laying on your head as he bucks his hips, “Fuck, that’s it. That’s it.” He tilts his head back, eyes closed as he bites his lip.

A few bobs later, and you feel his cock twitch in your mouth, his cum slipping down your throat as you swallow.

You lean back, smiling up at him and he pulls you to your feet, “You are the best secretary anyone could possibly get.” He presses his lips to yours and you smile, “So does that mean you’re going to finally ask me out on a real date?”

He nods as he fixes his pants, “I’ve been trying to all day.” He laughs, “But it’s just one thing after another today, like damn.”

You fix your underwear and pull your dress down, “Well, even though it took forever, I’d love to go on a real date with you.” You step forward and press your lips to his, “Also. If Melanie comes back, I am calling security, actually. I’m going to go call the desk right now and tell them not to let her through.”

Matt chuckles as he follows you out of his office, “You know what I’m really excited for now?”

You sit down at your desk and look at him, “What’s that?”

“Italy.”

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HEY BABEE CAN YOU DO A SMUT WITH COLBY?? like choking dom!colby 😏😏 MAKE IT FILTHY PLEASEEE

Summary: When reader returns home from a night out to find roommate!colby in her bed, things start to heat up

Warnings: smut, swearing, mentions of drinking, one bed trope, sexual tension, unprotected sex, kissing, choking, oral, other filth

Word Count: 3.5k | semi-edited

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“Hey.” Colby leans against the open door frame, “You’re going out tonight, right?”

You nod, turning to look at him, “Yeah, but I don’t know how long I’ll be. I don’t really plan on staying out until two, but you know how it is when Beck comes to town.”

He nods, laughing slightly, “Yeah, so I’ll see you tomorrow morning most likely.”

You laugh with a nod, “Probably. What’s up?”

“I was just going to have Sam and few others come over, if that was cool with you.”

“Just-“

“Keep them out of your room.” He smiles, “I know, I know. Don’t worry. It’ll probably be Sam, Jake, maybe Johnnie. Not too many people.”

“Yeah, that’s fine.” You smile, “I’ll probably be leaving here soon.” You stand up and Colby’s eyes trail up and down your body, “Does this look okay?”

He raises his brows, “Um.” He clears his throat, “Yeah, no, you look good.” He moves his gaze to your eyes, “I like that color on you.” He tilts his head, “I’m going to, um, go call Sam and let him know that it’s cool.”

“Okay.” You laugh slightly, enjoying the fact that you made Colby a little flustered, “I’ll say bye before I leave.”

“Okay.” He nods, turning as he runs his hand over his face.

You and Colby have been friends for a while, roommates for two years, and so far it’s been good. Great, actually. The only complaint you have is that each time you’re around each other neither of you do anything about the suffocating sexual tension that fills the air.

What just happened being a perfect example.

After getting ready, you make your way out and call for Colby, “Hey, Colbs?”

“Yeah?” He pokes his head out of his bedroom door and you furrow your brows, “What.. what are you doing?”

“Nothing. I’m just changing.”

You thought that was weird, Colby always walks around half naked. You shake the thought away and tilt your head, “Ohh.” You smirk, “trying to look good for your little boyfriends, huh?”

He scoffs, “You’re looking good for your girl friends.”

“Touché.” You point, “I gotta get going. I’ll try to be back later, but I’m not making any promises.”

“Sounds good, be safe. Call if you need anything.” He calls out as you walk to the door, and you answer as you open it, “Thank you.”

You make your way down to your car and head to meet up with your friends.

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“To Beck!”

“To Beck!” You all clink your glasses together and down your shots. You cringe at the burn traveling down your throat as you reach for your water.

“So how was traveling Europe?” Kacie leans in, “Meet any hot British guys?”

Beck laughs, “Plenty, but I’m not really focused on a relationship right now.”

“I wasn’t asking about a relationship.” Kacie giggles and Beck nods with a wink, “I know” The Table erupts with laughter and you smile as you look at the girl next to you, “Where are you headed to next?”

Beck leans back, “Mm, I might just stay here for a while. Take in the home scenery for a bit. I kinda miss it, actually.”

“Yeah.” Ash sighs, “I can’t travel for as long as you, I get some sick way too easily.”

“I almost came home a few times.” Beck shrugs, “It got bad at one point, but I just found new things to do. Crossed off things on my bucket list. It really helped ease it.”

“Maybe I just need to say fuck it, and just go.” Ash sighs, “I really want to see Italy, but I feel like I’ll need a few weeks to really take it all in.”

“I want to go back there, maybe I can go with you?” Beck offers, and Ash nods, “Oh my gosh! We can do a girls trip!”

“Yes!” Kacie taps the table, “That would be amazing.”

“I would love that!” You nod, “I’m in desperate need of a vacation outside of this city.”

“We need to start planning it right now.” Ash squeals, “Oh I’m so exited!”

Beck smiles, looking over at you, “So, y/n.”

“So, Beck.” You smile at her and she smirks, “Do you still have that hot and single roommate?” Your smile starts to fade as the jealous riddled feelings creep in, but you laugh it off, “I do, yeah.”

“How have you not hit that yet, y/n.” Kacie scoffs, “I mean, come on.“

You shrug, “We’re just friends. You know, something a guy and a girl can just be.”

“I don’t believe that for a second.” Beck laughs, “You’re hot. He’s hot. I’d bet money that there’s tension when it’s just the two of you.”

“There’s not.” You laugh through your lie, “Really, we’re just-“ you pause, looking at the table, “Okay. Maybe there’s some tension, but I feel like it would make things awkward.”

“How?” Kacie tilts her head, “You guys already live together. You guys already know everything about each other.”

“Guys. Let her alone.” Ash laughs slightly, “Not everyone works together as a couple.”

“Thank you.” You motion to ash, “I mean, I have thought about it, but I don’t know. I- okay. So earlier.” You lean forward, “I asked Colby how I looked, and it was clear that he was flustered.”

“See. Tension. Right there. Pay up.” Beck holds her hand out and you slap her hand away, “We never set a price, or shook on it.”

She rolls her eyes, smirking, “Fine.”

“What happened after that?” Kacie asks and you shake your head, “Nothing. He went to call his friends to tell them to come over, but.. Before I left, he wouldn’t come out of his room, which I thought was weird because he said he was getting dressed, but he usually always walks around without a shirt on, so I don’t-“

“He was jerkin’ it.” Beck cuts you off, “For fucking sure.”

“What?” You laugh, “No, there’s no way. He wouldn’t stop that to say bye to me would he? That’s not- guys can’t just-“

“I’ve seen the way he looks at you when we’re over, y/n. That man, would do anything for you. And that includes stopping while he’s in manual override to say bye.” Ash raises her brows and you scoff, “I thought you were on my side.”

She shrugs, “I was, but now you’re just being delusional.”

You take a deep breath, “We’re not here to talk about me, okay. We’re here to celebrate Beck, making it home from her travels, so if we could just focus on her, that would be amazing!” You laugh, motioning to Beck, “Now, Italy.”

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After dinner, you guys went to Beck’s favorite club. It was coming onto ten thirty, and you were ready to go home.

“Hey.” Ash sits down next to you, “Are you okay?”

You nod, “Yeah, why?”

“Usually you’re one of the first ones drunk.” She tilts her head, “What’s up?” You shrug, “Nothing, I’m just not in the drinking mood tonight.”

“Is it because of what we talked about at dinner?”

You furrow your brows, “What? No.” You shake your head, “Really, I’m just not in a party kind of mood.”

“Okay. Okay.” She laughs slightly, bringing her cup to her lips to take a sip, “I can take a hint.” You roll your eyes with a laugh, turning to look at Kacie and Beck as they walk up.

They were both drunk.

“Come dance!” Beck yells, “Come dance!” She grabs your hand and pulls you down off of your stool. You follow her to the dance floor, laughing as she starts moving to the song.

“If you don’t jump Colby, I might just have to give him a call.” She laughs, continuing to dance, “Show him a good time.”

Your heart sinks into your chest, but you don’t let her know that it bothered you. You just shake your head, waiting for the right moment to slip away.

You make your way back to Ash and you point, “I’m leaving. I don’t think I can do this tonight. I’m starting to get a headache.”

“Do you need a ride home?” She asks and you shake your head, “No, I didn’t drink anything. You just be the D.D for them, they’re going to need someone.” You fish your keys from your purse, “I’ll call you tomorrow.”

You walk away, making your way to the door. After reaching your car, you drive around aimlessly for two hours before heading home.

You just needed to clear your head, figure out what exactly what you wanted to do, but you weren’t sure.

You were tired, so you just decided to sleep on it. But when you got home, you found that that choice was out the window as well.

As you make your way up to the door, you listen it to see if you need to be quiet, and you don’t hear anything. You slip your key into the lock and slowly turn it before pushing the door open.

You notice Sam on the couch right away, and he’s passed out. You look around but you don’t see anyone else. You make your way into your room, your mind of changing out of this dress that’s actually not as comfortable as you played it out to be.

As you push the door to your room open, you stop when you see a figure lying in your bed.

The closer you get, the more you’re able to tell who it is, and it’s Colby.

You let out a quiet sigh of relief, slowly backing away to your dresser. As you kick off your heels, you pull out a t shirt and sweats, quickly and quietly replacing your dress with them.

You turn, putting your hair up into a bun before making your way over to the bed. You reach out, tapping Colby on the shoulder, “Hey.”

He groans lowly, turning his head, “Oh, hey.”

“Can you move over so I can lay down?”

“Do you want me to move to the floor?” He rolls over and sits up as you sit down. You shake your head, sliding your legs under the covers, “We’re both adults, Colby. We can share a bed.” You laugh slightly to cover up the bad mood you’re in, “You’re fine.”

He nods, “So, how drunk are you?”

You scoff, “Sooo drunk.”

“Not a good night?” He asks as he lays back down, and you follow, shifting around to get comfortable, “Something like that.”

“Do you want to talk about it?” He rolls over onto his side and you stare up at the ceiling for a few seconds before slightly turning your head towards him, “Do you like Beck?”

You can tell he’s caught off guard, “Uh, what?”

You look at him fully, “Sorry, that-“ you shake your head, “Nevermind.” You go to roll over but he stops you with a hand on your arm, “No, wait.”

You look back over at him and he motions, “Roll over here, face me.”

You do as he says, tucking your hand under your head as you look at him. He stares at you, taking a deep breath, “I don’t like Beck, honestly. I’m not a fan of her.”

“Really?” You raise your brows, “Why not?”

“She sticks her knows in everyone’s business. Always acts like she’s better than everyone because she can travel. We could do that, too. I mean, if you really wanted to.” He smiles and nods towards you, “Okay, your turn.”

“For what?” You ask, and he shrugs, “I thought if I was honest, you’ll be honest.”

“Okay.” You shift around, “At dinner, she asked if I still that hot and single roommate of mine, and I said yes. Later on at Giselle’s, she said something about getting with you, showing you a good time and I left.”

“Why did you leave?” He asks, wanting to hear what you have to say next.

“I drove around for two hours trying to clear my head. Think about some things, you know.”

“I don’t know, but I would love for you to tell me what you needed to think about?”

“You..” you look up at him without any hesitation, “and me.. us.. whether or not this tension is real or if it’s just all in my head. If saying anything would have made it awkward between us or not.”

“It’s not all in your head.” Colby shakes his head, “I feel it, too, and trust me, I’ve wanted to do something about it for so long.. I just wasn’t sure if it was all in my head, either.”

“So.. it’s not awkward between us?” You smile and Colby chuckles, “I don’t think so.” He licks his lips, “I think it just made things better between us.” He slides his hand over, pulling you closer to him, “I can’t tell you how many times I’ve seen you get dressed up to go out and wanted nothing more than you to stay home.“

He reaches up, tucking hair behind your ear, “Sometimes for me to take off that dress I know is uncomfortable, and other times just to hang out, be around you.”

He takes a deep breath, “I can’t ever get enough of you. I wake up, and I find myself adoring you more every day.” He closes the space, gently pressing his lips to yours

You nod, “I want to be yours so bad.”

You pull him back in, the kiss heating up instantly. You slide your leg up to lay over his hip as his hand slips under the blanket to grip it.

He rolls over, his body on yours as he kisses back your jaw, “Seeing you every day, and not being able to put my hands on you in ways that I only ever dreamed of doing, killed me.” He kisses down your neck, “Can you be quiet for me? I have friends sleeping next door, I really don’t want to wake them and then have to stop.”

You nod, “I can be quiet.” You gasp quietly as he bites down, sucking a mark into your skin. Your back arches as his finger tips drag against your sides, pushing your shirt up.

“I don’t want anyone but you, baby.” He presses a kiss to your cheek and sits up, “Take that off for me.” He points to your shirt and you pull it up over your head, biting your lip as his eyes scan down over your bare chest.

“You’re so hot.” He leans back in, cupping your cheek as his lips plant onto yours. He lays you back, moving down as he kisses down your neck and chest. His fingers slip into the band of your sweats as he sits back up, tugging them and your panties down your legs.

You kick them off as he moves to kiss you. Your lips move with his as your hands slide down his abdomen, stopping at the band of his sweats.

You slip your hand on, swallowing his gasp as your hand wraps around his cock.

He bucks his hips forward, groaning lowly as you work your hand up and down, “Fuck.” He whispers, “I want to fuck you so bad.”

“So do it.” You whisper back, “And don’t go easy on me.”

He groans at your words, pressing a rough kiss to your lips before he sits up to shrug his sweats down his thighs. He pulls you down to him, pushing open your thighs before dragging two along your soaked slit.

Your lips part as he slowly pushes them into you, a small whine leaving your lips as you look up at him.

He slowly pulls them out and pushes them back in, repeating his actions a few times before fully pulling them out. He glances down, watching as his cock glides into you with ease.

You gasp, brows furrowing with pleasure as he continues sliding into you.

His hand moves up to lay on your neck, squeezing as he leans down, “Remember, baby-“

“Stay quiet.” You cut him off with a smirk, and he nods, “That’s right.” He presses a kiss to your forehead, and just like that, all the gentleness went out the window.

But that’s what you asked for.

His grip tightens on your throat, causing you to squeak out in pleasure as his cock withdrawals and slams back into you. He pushes your head up, roughly connecting his lips with you, “You’re fucking soaked.”

You whine quietly, his hand doing a good job at muffling them to an extent.

You reach down, holding your thighs back as he thrusts into you. Your eyes roll back, your back lifts from the bed, you already looked fucked out, and Colby loved it.

He groans low in your ear, “Fuck you feel so fucking good.” He nips at your lobe, “You’re already taking me so fucking good.”

You whimper, face starting to tingle from his grasp on your throat, but you weren’t tapping out yet. You tighten your legs around his waist, nails digging into his shoulders.

He releases his grasp, and out of your control, a semi-loud moan slips from your lips. You gasp, biting down onto your lip, “S-sorry.”

“It’s fine, baby.” He presses a kiss to your lips, “As soon as they leave in the morning, you can be as loud as you wanna be.” He smirks and picks up the pace of his thrusts.

Your chest presses against his, your moans fighting to stay quiet in his ear, “F-fuck.. fuck.” You drag your nails up his back and he groans. He slides a hand to your hair, gripping and tugging your head back so he can plant his lips on yours.

Another moan sneaks out, but you press your lips back against his, muffling the others that follow.

“This is so much better than picturing it in my head.” He gasps, pausing his thrusts to hold himself inside of you, “You’re so much better than a mental painting.”

You smirk, walls squeezing around him, “Y-you think?”

“Oh I know.” He pulls out, slowly pushing back into you, “You had me so turned on earlier, I was aching for you to come help me out.”

“All..” you moan as his thrusts pick up, “You had to do was a-ask.. oh fuck.” You bite your lip, eyes rolling shut as you feel that knot in your stomach getting ready to burst, “I-I-“

Colby slides two of his fingers up to your lips, groaning as you take them into your mouth with no hesitation, “Fuck, you’re such a slut for me, aren’t you?”

“Mhm.” You hum around his fingers, tilting your head back to speak, “O-only you, baby.” You smirk before taking his fingers back into your mouth, moaning lowly around them.

Your legs tighten more, thighs twitching against his sides as he fucks you into right where he wants you. He pulls his fingers out, sliding his hand to your neck and muffling your moans with his lips and firm grasp to your neck.

“Shh. Shh. Almost done baby.” He groans, “Fuck, just a little bit longer.”

You nod, your body twitching as you come down from your high. Your hands slide up his chest and down to his biceps. Your nails dig in as your legs fall outward, giving him more room to thrust.

He took advantage of that, his thrusts grew harder, and then faster. He pins you down to the bed by your neck, his moans low in your ear, “Where do you want me, baby?”

He looses his grip and you moan out, “Fuck, let- let me help you l-like-“

He picked up on what you meant. Sitting up and pulling out before bringing you up with him. You climb down onto the floor, positioning yourself between his knees as he sits on the bed.

You immediately lean in, working his cock with your mouth. Your tongue swirls, head bobs, which earns groan after groan from him until he comes.

He lays a hand on the back of your head, groaning as he watches you swallow all he has to give.

You tilt your head back and he shakes his head, “Yeah.” The shake turn into a nod, “Definitely pissed at myself for not doing that sooner.” He smirks as he helps you up and you get back into bed with him.

You lay with him as you both come down. Your heavy breathing turning regular.

After a few minutes of lying in silence, you giggle quietly, “Not that I’m complaining, or anything, but.. why were you in my bed?”

“Jake and Johnnie took mine. Sam likes the couch for some reason, and I figured I was an exception for coming into your room.” He runs his hand over your hair, “Which I will do more often because your bed is way more comfier than mine.”

“I guess we’ll just have to put it to the test, now won’t we?” You press a kiss to his chest, “Oh, and we’re going to Italy at some point.”

“Anything you want.”

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wicked influence

Poly!Ghostface x fem!reader

a/n: I’ve wanted to write for Scream for forever and have never gotten around to it. Well, it’s slasher season baby! I finally have my reason. (When I tell you that this movie was my sexual awakening as a child, I mean it. That’s not necessarily good, but it’s true. )

Summary: Visiting a Halloween carnival with your two best friends doesn’t seem that bad until you reach the haunted house. You’ve never been able to explain your fear of demons to anyone before, you have no idea where it comes from. But you do know, going into a hell themed house with teenagers screaming shitty Latin at you is one of your worst nightmares. You think everything’s okay until, suddenly, your nights are filled with visits from a strange shadowy entity and you don’t recognize the look in Stu’s eyes anymore. (Part of my Halloween Palooza)

“Hey! Demons are a perfectly rational thing to be afraid of.”

Billy scoffs and rolls his eyes, nudging you further toward the haunted house. “Alright, alright, would you calm down and just move it.” You stare into the gaping jaw of the devil that serves as the entrance to the house. You know this is all just a way for people to make a quick buck. 

There’s not going to be anything in there except teenage actors and shitty SFX makeup. But that doesn’t make the looming doorway any less menacing. It doesn’t make your heart stop racing or your breathing any easier. 

Billy frowns as some people shove past you all, tired of waiting for you to move inside. They cut the line and you can’t help but be grateful. Your nails dig into your palms until you feel the warmth of blood and have to swallow down bile. 

Stu and Billy both lean towards you, varying looks of confusion on their faces. “Holy shit,” a grin breaks out on Stu’s face and he smiles widely at you. “You’re terrified, aren’t you?” He pokes you like you might be a statue, unmoving and solemn. 

You stumble back and are effectively broken out of your terrified stupor. You swat at Stu’s wandering hands and glare at him. “Shut the fuck up,” you snap. But in your anxious state, it all comes out as one jumbled mess. 

Billy lets out a disappointed sigh and gives you a funny look. “Alright, let’s just go. You’re not going in and it’s stupid to just stand out here all night.” Stu opens his mouth to argue but Billy shoots him a sharp look. You hate how sensitive they think you are. You can handle one stupid fucking haunted house. You’re not completely useless. 

Still, you practically gulp as the Devil’s eyes bore into yours. You feel like your soul is being sucked out through your feet, leaving you startlingly cold. “I,” you clear your throat, waiting until it feels strong enough to speak. “I can do this,” you grit out, sounding like you’re trying to convince yourself more than them. 

Stuf lets out a brief chuckle and Billy throws his elbow into his gut. Stu doubles over dramatically and you can’t help but laugh a little. Billy gives you a raised brow and you nod your head. “I just need a little nudge,” you mutter, glancing back at the house. 

Stu grins and creeps behind you. “I got you babes,” he tells you in a ridiculous voice. You barely have a second to process what’s happening before he’s lifting you up and practically tossing you inside. Immediately, there’s a fake chainsaw in your face and a screaming Bubba Sawyer. You stumble back with a gasp, falling into Stu’s open arms. 

“How’s that for a nudge?” Billy mutters as he brushes past you. You grab onto the back of his shirt and follow behind him. He glances over his shoulder at you with a knowing smirk and continues forward. None of the scares get him, but they get you. 

The actors catch onto that. They also catch onto how fake and dramatic Stu is. Half of them target you for a good scream and the other half avoid you because of how obnoxious he’s being. You can already tell how bored BIlly is. There’s not enough gore in here for him. 

He needs more blood splatter and fresh corpses, while you’re pleasantly surprised by the contents of the house. You’d really been dreading the demonic themes, but it seems like that’s not a huge factor. So far it’s just a few overzealous teens and some spiders on a string. 

Sure, it’s still scaring the bejeezus out of you. But there’s a difference between a quick scream and a deeply rooted phobia. 

You don’t know when this supernatural fear of yours began. Maybe your parents let you traumatize yourself with the crucifix scene in The Exorcist too young. But you know it’s been with you nearly your entire life. 

You think you’re safe, that you can just relax and let yourself have fun, then you reach the final door. The lights are flickering so hard you think you might have a seizure, but you can see enough to know what’s before you. A red, rotted door, with three upside-down nines barely hanging onto it. 

“Oh god,” you whisper and you think the boys can’t hear you. But then you feel Stu’s hands suddenly clamping around your neck and you leap into Billy with a shrill scream. Billy flinches away from the noise, turning to glare at you. 

Stu doubles over, laughing his ass off at your expense and grinning wildly at you. “Jesus, we’re not even in there yet. What is wrong with you?” He says it like a joke but you can hear the truth of it lingering. It stings, the slight cruelty in his tone. 

There’s nothing wrong with being afraid of something. Fear is healthy. The absence of fear is idiocy. You shove past Billy and turn to Stu with a mean glare. “I’m going to go in here and when I get out, I’m fucking leaving you.”

You shove the door open and take a step inside. You put on a brave face for about five seconds before you turn to see if they’ll follow you. You see just a glimpse of them before the door creaks closed. Billy is leaning against the wall, watching you with a half-amused expression. But Stu looks odd. 

That doesn’t even seem like the right word. His face is completely devoid of any emotion. He looks expressionless and you’ve never seen Stu like that before. Whether it’s for good reason or not, he’s always making a face. Right now, you don’t even recognize him. Were it not for the outfit he was wearing you would think someone else had snuck up behind Billy. 

The door is closed before you can call out to him and you find yourself plunged in complete darkness. There’s no noise for a long few moments. You can’t tell which way is the door and which is the exit. 

At first, you worry you went in the wrong direction and entered an empty part of the house. A sudden cackle breaks through the air, and you leap forward, stumbling into the wall. You can already feel your heart beginning to race. Even though you can hear the static of a speaker and you know, deep down, that it's fake, you’re frozen in fear. 

There’s a brief flash of light, just enough for you to see torn wallpaper and upside-down crosses. And something standing in the corner. “All alone?” A voice rasps and you whimper, pressing yourself up against the wall. You can’t tell if your eyes are open or closed, it’s too dark to know. You hope they’re closed. Whatever’s about to happen is going to traumatize you, you just know it. 

A door creaks behind you just as the lights begin flickering on and off. Through brief flashes of illumination, you see something running towards you. They’re screaming Latin at you, water hits your face and you begin screaming uncontrollably. Footsteps pound towards you, egging on the racing beat of your heart. 

A jarring grip lands on your shoulder and you swing out wildly. Your fist connects with something hard and you hiss in pain. There’s a brief pause where the only thing you can hear is your panting. 

“Ow!” Someone snaps, an irritated raspy voice. The lights flick on and you squint against the sudden glare, blinking rapidly to try and lessen the burn on your eyes. 

Billy and Stu stand on either side of you, astonished looks on both of their faces. A teenage boy in a shitty priest costume and red face paint stands before you. He’s rubbing his eye and cussing at you. “You fucking punched me!”

“You ran at me!” You yell back immediately, glaring at the little asshole. “I don’t think you’re supposed to touch me.”

He glares at you through one eye and points to Stu and Billy. “I didn’t!” He shouts and you flinch back, grimacing. “Your fucking friend did.” You clench your eyes shut, taking in a deep breath. Both you and Billy turn slowly towards Stu. His face is as red as the kid’s as he struggles to contain his laughter. 

“Unbelievable!” You snap at him, slapping his shoulder roughly. He jolts, narrowing his eyes down at you. 

“Hey!” He protests, “I was joking around. You’re the one that punched him.” He points the blame to you and you can’t argue. You did, technically, punch him. But it’s Stu’s fault. If he hadn’t snuck up on you, you would have just kept on screaming. You never would have touched the kid. 

In awkward silence, you walk the boy out of the haunted house and buy him a cold drink to press against his steadily swelling eye. You can see purple shining through the fading paint and grimace. He throws himself down on a wooden picnic table and sighs forlornly. 

“Thanks a lot, lady,” he mutters bitterly. Stu’s lips twitch as he watches the kid tug at his costume. You glare up at him and shove him away. He stumbles behind the table shooting you a sharp glare. You’re taken aback by the look. 

It’s not like you’ve never gotten a little pushy with him before. His love language was manhandling. But the look on his face is unrecognizable. You’d thought you’d imagined it earlier, how off he had seemed. But it’s not fake now. You’re looking it clearly in the eye and you can’t deny the truth of it. 

“I’m gonna sue,” the kid grumbles and you’re snapped out of your stare-off. You try and shake off the chilling feeling of unfamiliarity but it’s nearly impossible. You’re still wound up from the haunted house, you’re sure you’re just imagining things.

Billy shoves his shoulder and the kid falls back onto the table. “You’re not suing.”

He puffs his chest up and glares at Billy, “I could.”

Billy places his hand on the table, leaning in on the kid’s space until he’s flinching back. You avert your eyes, uncomfortable with the sudden display of dominance. Yet, you don’t stop him from bullying the kid out of a lawsuit. “You won’t,” Billy tells him, a clear threat. 

The kid gives a shaky nod of his head, but Billy still doesn’t let up. There’s a slight curl of malice to his lips, you glance over to Stu for support. His attention is rapt upon Billy, something like hunger in his eyes. You feel like you’re watching two lions corner a gazelle, you can practically see the boy’s hands trembling from fear.  

“Alright,” you clear your throat and tug Billy back by the shirt. He resists you at first and you know he only backs off because he wants to. It’s not for you. You look at the boy and give him a weak smile, “I really am sorry,” you can hear Stu laughing behind him and roll your eyes. The kid takes the drink off his eye and glares at you. 

“Yeah, whatever lady. Why don’t you take a valium or something and chill the hell out?” He gets off the bench and brushes past you, shaking his head. You glance down at your fist and hiss at the pain shooting along your fingers. The skin of your knuckles is split and aching from hitting him. 

Billy huffs out a laugh and takes your hand in his. “Really got him, didn’t you?”

“I didn’t mean to,” you argue petulantly. 

Stu finally collects himself and rejoins you both, throwing his gangly body on the wooden picnic table. “Why don’t you tell his face that?” He practically snorts, looking down at your hand and then laughing all over again. It’s really not that funny. Even Billy looks confused by his boisterous nature. 

He’s a dick, but this is a lot. You and Billy exchange a confused glance before looking back at Stu. But he’s silent now, already staring back at you both. Again, chills go up and down your arms at the empty look in his eyes. His lips are smiling, but his eyes are devoid of anything. 

“Maybe we should just go home.” You suggest, trying to keep the suspicion out of your tone. “Carnival’s a bust,” Billy exchanges one last look with you before nodding. 

“We still doing movies at Stu’s?” You desperately want to say no. Right now, all you want is to get as far away from him as possible. Earlier, with them and the kid, that’s normal. They’ve always had a bit of a mean streak when it comes to people weaker than them. 

The way his eyes are boring into you right now is anything but normal. You’ve never felt quite so uncomfortable near him, but you can’t ignore the feeling. Every primal instinct of survival is screaming at you to run, but you can’t. You can’t say no. All you do is nod, tongue glued to the roof of your mouth. Stu’s eyes brighten slightly at your words, but it’s still nothing compared to how it should be. 

You get ahead of Billy, not wanting to walk next to Stu. All you need is a good night’s sleep and you’ll be over this whole thing. Still, you can’t shake the feeling of too many eyes lingering on you as you make the trek to the car. The wet straw beneath your feet swallows the sounds of your steps and you try not to be discomforted by the quiet. It’s a carnival, where did all the people go?

The black-and-white static of the TV is the only thing to illuminate the room. It shines upon your face, makes it so you can only see in that square of light. You assume Billy is on the ground, passed out. And Stu is probably curled up in the overstuffed armchair. 

Yet, you can’t look. As much as you try to crane your neck, try and find some comfort in their presence, you can’t move. Your body is pinned down by a weight you can’t see, only feel. This isn’t sleep paralysis. It’s like being held down by someone stronger and bigger than you. 

You have no control over your body. You have no control over anything. Your breathing kicks up, coming in short panicked bursts. Your eyes roll around wildly, trying to find something, anything, to focus on. 

You find yourself depressingly devoid of any distractions. Until a shadow creeps along the ceiling. At first, you think it’s just your eyes playing tricks on you. Like when you stare at one spot in the dark for too long and start to see impossible shapes. 

But this is different. No matter how many times you blink or look away, it keeps moving. You whimper as it crawls over you. It dangles from the ceiling. You see nothing, only feel its eyes on you. There is no clear shape lurking within it, just malevolent malice. 

It drops down behind the arm of the couch and you open your mouth to scream, hoping to wake one of the boys. Nothing comes out but a strangled gasp of air. You struggle for noise but the more you try, the harder you find it to bring air in. 

Your eyes swim as you go lightheaded. You almost miss the tendrils creeping over the fabric of the couch. You almost don’t see it covering your feet. You wish you had missed it. You wish you just closed your eyes and never opened them again. But it’s like something is keeping those pried open too. 

You can’t feel your legs. That’s the weight. It’s not someone holding you down. Your body is completely limp. It’s as though your bones were replaced with metal, you’re sinking so far into the cushions they’re rising around you. Even your fingers are too heavy to twitch. 

You begin to feel it in your head, a sudden sinking feeling as it tips further and further back. Soon, you can only watch the shadow through your peripheral. Cold terror washes over you and fills your veins with something ill. 

It covers your legs like a veil, slithering on them. Your thighs shoot apart and the blanket goes flying across the room. You can only let out a choked whimper as it dives between your parted limbs. 

You shoot up with a gasp, sunlight peers through Stu’s living room windows, filling the room with much-needed warmth. You glance down, fisting the blanket and tugging it up to your chest in relief. Your heart is still racing and there’s sweat caked along your neck. But you can move your body freely again. It must have just been an awful nightmare. 

You glance to the side and nearly scream. Stu lounges in the armchair, Billy’s still asleep on the ground. Stu stares right at you, empty eyes, wide smile. “Good dream?” he inquires, but the tone of his voice tells you he already knows the answer. 

You swallow, fighting the sandpaper feeling of your throat and shaking your head. “No,” you croak, afraid to speak much louder than a whisper. 

His smile widens and you feel your head feeling heavy again. “I love a good nightmare,” he admits, like it’s an awful secret. He leans back in the chair and turns towards the TV, mindlessly flicking through the channels. 

With his gaze off you, you glance down and pull the waistband of your shorts down. You swallow down your tears and bile. Your underwear, like you feared, is gone. You glance towards Stu and narrow your eyes at the back of his head. You have an idea who took them.

Your parents are out of town for the week. Normally that means Billy and Stu infesting your home like pests. They’re being oddly evasive when you call, though. Not that you’re complaining. You haven’t been interested in being around Stu since the carnival. 

He makes you feel unsafe. As much of a dick as he could be, never, have you ever feared him before. But you do now. You’re terrified of him. Even thinking about him makes you want to get up and check your closets for unwanted intruders. 

However, as much as his absence is a relief, it brings with it its own problems. Nothing with Stu can ever be easy, can it? 

You keep having the same nightmare. Except each night it gets closer and closer. You feel more of it than you ever want to. They’re turning into uncomfortably sexual dreams. You wake up wet and without any underwear. You can’t blame Stu for that when he’s not even in your house, though. Which leaves you fucking petrified when you wake up. 

Because you know, deep down, you know someone wasn’t in your house. Something was, though. A heavy presence lingers over you during the day and makes you terrified to walk around the open spaces of your home. You’d lock yourself in your room all week if you could, but even that doesn’t feel safe. 

The door slams behind you and you jolt forward with a scream. You stare at your backdoor with a horrified expression, glaring at it like it might start talking and reveal its secrets. Your house is old, there’s nothing odd about doors occasionally closing on your own. 

Except, that hadn’t been open. You’ve kept it firmly locked all week, terrified of a possible home invasion. You need to stop watching scary movies on your own. 

You pull your knees into your chest, staring at your door until you’re satisfied it’s not going to slam shut again. Slowly, you turn back towards your TV and keep watching the only good sitcom you could find at this time of night. 

The second you let yourself get comfortable, however, you hear your bedroom door upstairs slam shut, followed quickly by rushing footsteps. Your eyes widen in terror and you mute your TV, glaring up at the ceiling and hoping you just imagined it. 

Footsteps behind you, running across the linoleum. You whip around, nearly shrieking when you spot something black darting into your pantry closet. You scramble for the phone beside you. You slam 911 into the keypad and press it against your ear, keeping your eyes riveted on the pantry closet. 

There’s a steady beep on the other end. The line’s dead. Someone cut your phone line. That’s okay. You can work with that. You can beat something real, but you’ve got no hope against something otherworldly. 

You stand slowly, unmuting the TV so the laugh track will cover your movements better. You creep towards your linen closet, reaching for the bat your dad keeps in there for this very reason. He’s got different weapons placed all over the house and you blame him for some of your paranoia. But right now, you’re eternally grateful for the protection it’s providing you. 

You slip into the kitchen, sliding quietly across the tiles on your socks. You position yourself behind the pantry door, your hand shaking as you reach for the handle. Just as you rip it open, the lights go out. 

You scream wildly, waving the bat around with as much force as you can, hoping to just hit something solid. Glass crashes against the floor and you feel the bat connecting with something. The lights flip back on and your mother’s vase is shattered along the ground. There’s no sign of the intruder and you think you might throw up when you hear more footsteps upstairs, two sets this time. 

But then someone darts through the living room, another flash of black before they’re gone. Three? How are you supposed to handle three?

Something titters behind you, bordering on a giggle, and you whip around, bat waving through the air recklessly. No one was there, no sign anyone was. And there’s no possible way for you to have missed them running past you. There’s nowhere to go or hide. 

You think of the shadow you’ve seen in the closet and the lights flicker like they’re agreeing with you. The thing that’s been haunting your nightmares, it’s in the house with you. The lights flicker again and your stomach drops to the floor. Your heart is in your throat as you hear your voice chanted from upstairs.  

It’s like staring at the Devil’s eyes at the circus again. You feel like there’s something being taken from you. You feel cold, empty, like you’re missing something you need. Something’s toying with you. Making you it’s twisted little plaything. 

You can feel the tears clawing their way up your throat. The call of your voice gets louder and louder until it feels like it's being screamed straight into your ears. You want to run, want to fight, want to do anything but stand here and you can’t. 

You can’t move. It’s just like your dreams. Your bones are metal and you are stuck. There’s a rough shove to your back, though you don’t feel physical hands on you. And then someone’s moving you, your legs are puppeteered as you’re directed up the stairs. 

You stub your toes on every step, crawling up them like a child learning to use them for the first time. Every time you slow down or try and stop, you’re dragged forward again. Your bedroom door creaks open and warmth carves its way down your cheeks. 

You stumble inside, the bat thudding to the floor as your hand goes limp around the handle. You want to call out to the entity, but your jaw is wired shut. You stand in the middle of your room, sobbing and terrified and completely alone. 

Your closet door slowly creaks open and you brace yourself for the worst. Billy comes flying out, shouting nonsense at you as you scream until your throat feels bloody. Stu follows behind him, ripping off his stupid mask and giving you a wide-eyed look. 

You crumple to the floor, covering your head and crying as you come down from the fear that you are being haunted. Stu kneels before you, hands gentle as they take your arms away from your head. 

He looks like Stu now. He looks like the boy you grew up with. His eyes are full of worry as he pushes wet strands of hair off your cheeks. “Hey, hey, alright,” he tugs you into his chest and you throw your arms around him wildly. You cling tightly to him, taking in heaving breaths and trying to find some comfort from his touch. 

“You fucking dicks,” you sob into his sweater. “I thought I was going to die.”

Billy scoffs as he stares awkwardly behind him. “Yeah,” he mutters bluntly, “I can tell.” He watches you cry for a little while longer before he gets irritated. “Hey, this was supposed to be fun. Would you lighten up?”

You suck in a deep breath, astonishment at what he just said temporarily stopping the tears of terror. You rip yourself away from Stu, ignoring the way his hands linger. “Excuse me?” You demand, glaring up at Billy.

He shrugs, “It was just a prank, chill out.”

You scoff, taking in a sharp breath and nodding your head. “Right, no, you’re right. It’s not like my friends used my biggest fucking fear against me!” You shout, shoving him backward. He stumbles into the corner of your desk and you glare at him and Stu. 

“You’re horrible fucking friends, you know that.” You storm out of your room and pause at the top of the stairs. They linger in your doorway. Stu looks like a kicked dog and Billy looks like he’s about to blow the hell up. 

“I don’t even know how you guys pulled all that shit off, but fuck you.” You give them both an astonished glare before shaking your head and going back down the stairs. “I hate you,” you scream, your voice shrill and full of uncontrollable rage. 

Billy almost follows after you, probably to give you a shit apology and then let everything smooth over naturally. But he stops, foot hovering over the top of the stairs. He glances back at Stu and frowns, “What the hell did you do?” Stu gives him a confused look and Billy glares. “She wasn’t supposed to be terrified for her life, fuckwad. What the hell did you do to her?”

Stu shrugs and gives him a too-wide grin and for the first time, Billy finds himself disturbed by his friend. “Magician’s secret man, cannot, will not tell.” He zips his mouth shut and tosses the key, winking at Billy. Billy gives him a disgusted scoff and follows after you. They can hear you ranting in the kitchen, slamming your drawers shut, and shouting vile insults at them. 

Stu watches Billy go down the stairs, his smile slowly fading from his face. Something dark passes over Stu’s face, something wicked, something unnatural. Perhaps it was all just a trick. 

Or maybe that kid’s Latin wasn’t so fake after all. 

end. — I do not own the characters or the movie Scream, but this writing is my own all rights reserved © not-neverland06 2024. do not copy, repost, translate & recommend elsewhere.

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The Farmer's Daughter

♡ Shane Walsh x The Farmer's Daughter (1.7k words)

♡ dead dove do not eat, dubcon, Shane being drunk and horny, legal age gap, Shane breaks into your house and fucks you <3

You sit on the older man's truck, drinking the bottle he gave you. You knew you shouldn't have been drinking, your father never let you drink yet you couldn't resist Shane’s offer.

He sat close to you, caressing your thighs as you took another sip of the bitter alcohol. Your face scrunched up, “No wonder why my dad doesn't allow me to drink, it tastes awful.”

"Your old man doesn't know what he's missing out on," Shane said, his voice low and husky. "A woman like you shouldn't be kept on such a tight leash."

He leaned in closer, his breath hot against your ear. "Maybe we should have some real fun, just the two of us. Away from prying eyes."

Shane's hand slid up your soft thighs, his fingers grazing the hem of your short skirt.

"What do you say, baby?" he murmured, his lips brushing against your neck. "Want to ditch this place and go for a ride? Just you and me?”

You blush and look at the way his eyes stared lustfully deep into your soul. His smile was full of bad intentions, maybe your father was right.

But you wanted this. You leaned in closer to his lips and he passionately returned the kiss. His tongue explores your mouth, the taste of beer and the taste of your cherry lipstick roam around your tongue.

Shane's heart raced as you kissed him, your soft lips brushing against his. The taste of you was intoxicating, and he craved more. But before he could deepen the kiss, a loud voice shattered the moment.

“Get inside the house!” Your father yelled as he watched the way the older man corrupted his daughter.

Shane's head snapped up to see your father glaring at him from the doorway. The older man's face was red with anger, his fists clenched at his sides.

Shane slowly pulled away from you, his eyes never leaving your father's. He knew he had overstepped, but he couldn't bring himself to regret it. Not when you had been so responsive to his touch.

"Sir," Shane said, his voice steady despite the adrenaline coursing through his veins. "I apologize for my behavior. It won't happen again.”

Your father scoffed, “The next time I see you touching my daughter you won't be allowed on my farm anymore.”

Your dad dragged you away, you looked back looking at Shane. You apologized with your soft eyes, closing your door and going back inside.

Shane sat on the tailgate of his truck, the bottle of whiskey dangling from his fingers. His mind reeled with thoughts of you - your soft lips, your supply curves, the way you had melted into his embrace. He could still taste you on his tongue, sweet and intoxicating.

But then your father's angry face flashed through his mind, shattering the fantasy. Shane's jaw clenched as he remembered the way the old man had interrupted you two, the disapproval and disgust in his eyes. It made Shane's blood boil.

He took another swig from the bottle, relishing the burn as the alcohol slid down his throat. He knew he should leave, go back to the camp and forget about you. But he couldn't. Not now. Not when he had a taste of what he wanted.

Shane's gaze drifted to the darkened windows of your house. He wondered if you were thinking about him too, if you were affected by the stolen moment as he was.

He then decided to wait till midnight to sneak into your house. His lust for you grew as he drank, the thoughts of sneaking in and fucking you in your father's house turned him on.

When midnight finally came, he drunkenly found his way to an unlocked window in the house. Shane stumbled through the darkened hallways of your house, the whiskey burning in his veins. He had waited until the dead of night, until he was sure everyone was asleep. Now, he was consumed with the need to find you.

He pushed open doors randomly, his heart pounding in his chest as he searched for any sign of you. Your room was empty, the bed neatly made, no trace of you beneath the sheets. Shane growled in frustration, his hands clenched into fists at his sides.

He moved on to the next room, his footsteps heavy on the creaky floorboards. The alcohol made everything spin, made his vision blur at the edges. But still, he pressed on, driven by a desperate hunger.

Finally, he heard it - the soft sound of running water coming from the bathroom. Shane's pulse quickened as he approached the door, his hand reaching for the handle. He paused for a moment, listening to make sure it was really you. Then, with a deep breath, he pushed the door open.

Shane's breath caught in his throat as he watched you step out of the shower, rivulets of water cascading down your bare skin. The sight was mesmerizing, and he found himself unable to look away.

His fingers trembled as he gripped the door, the wood creaking softly under his touch. He knew he should leave, that he had no right to be here, but the alcohol coursing through his veins made it impossible to resist.

You wrapped yourself up in your towel after you were done drying yourself. Shane quickly stepped back from the door and waited for you to come out. You opened the door and he quickly grabbed you, putting his big hand over your pretty mouth.

Shane's hands roamed over your wet skin as he pulled you close, his hand muffling your startled cry. The towel slipped from your body, revealing your bare body, and Shane groaned at the sight.

"Shh, it's okay," he whispered, his breath hot against your ear. "It's me, baby."

His fingers dug into your hips as he ground his body against yours, the evidence of his arousal pressing insistently against your back. Shane's mind was hazy with lust and alcohol, his inhibitions lowered to the point where he couldn't control himself.

Shane's hands slid up to cup your breasts, his thumbs brushing over your nipples until they hardened under his touch.

"You're so fucking beautiful," he murmured, his lips trailing down your neck. "I can't stay away from you.”

Your eyes widened in shock as Shane groped you. The scent of alcohol on his breath was overwhelming, and you could feel the heat of his body pressing against your back.

"Shane, what are you doing?" You gasped, trying to pull away from his grasp. But his grip only tightened, his fingers digging into your soft flesh.

"Do you want my cock, baby?" he growled, his voice low and husky with desire. "I know you do. I can feel how much you want it."

Shane rocked his hips forward, grinding his hardness against your ass. You bit back a whimper, torn between fear and unwanted arousal. You knew this was wrong, that you should push him away, but your body betrayed you, responding to his touch despite your best efforts.

Shane's hands continued their relentless exploration of your body, his fingers pinching and tugging at your sensitive nipples. You whimpered, your body trembling under your touch.

"My father is asleep in the next room," You whispered, your voice barely audible over the pounding of your own heart.

Shane chuckled darkly, his breath hot against your ear. "Then you're gonna have to be quiet, baby," he murmured, his hand sliding down your stomach to the junction between your thighs.

Shane's hands gripped your thighs as he lifted you effortlessly, pinning you against the wall. You gasped as you felt the head of his cock pressing against your entrance, your body instinctively tensing at the intrusion.

"Shane, wait," You whispered, your hands coming up to rest on his chest. "We can't do this. It's not right."

But Shane ignored your protests, his hips surging forward and burying his length inside you. You cried out at the sudden stretch, your nails digging into his skin as you tried to adjust to the feeling of being filled.

"Fuck, you're so tight," Shane groaned, his head falling back in ecstasy. "I've been wanting this for so long."

He began to move, his hips rocking against yours in a steady rhythm. Each thrust sent shockwaves of pleasure through your body, your inner walls clenching around him.

He pounded into your pretty cunt, groaning in your ear as you buried your face into his neck. You moaned as the pleasure traveled throughout your body.

Shane's thrusts grew more urgent as he felt your body responding to his touch, your inner walls clenching around his cock. He could feel you trying to stifle your moan but failing to do so.

"Shh, be a good girl and be quiet," he growled, his hand clamping over your mouth. "Unless you want me to pound you harder and make your dad hear us, hm?”

You shake your head and bury your face in his neck. Keeping quiet for the older man as he used your pretty hole.

Shane's grip on your hips tightened as he continued to pound into you, his thrusts growing more erratic with each passing second. He could feel you tightening around him, your body trembling as you fought to stay quiet.

"That's it, baby," he grunted, his breath hot against your blushing ear. "Take it all. Take every fucking inch of my cock. My little cock sleeve."

Your eyes squeezed shut as Shane used your body for his own pleasure. Shane's hand slid up to grip your throat, his thumb pressing against your pulse point. The added pressure only heightened your arousal, your body responding to his rough touches.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum," Shane groaned, his hips snapping forward one last time. "Gonna fill this pretty little cunt with my seed.”

Shane's body shuddered as he reached his climax, his cock pulsing deep inside your cunt. He captured your lips in a bruising kiss, swallowing your moans as he emptied himself into your waiting womb.

"Fuck," he growled against your mouth, his hips grinding against yours to prolong the sensation. "Take it all, my little cock sleeve. Every last drop."

Your body trembled as you felt the heat of his release flooding your insides, the sensation triggering your own orgasm. You clung to him, your nails digging into your shoulders as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over you.

“Such a good little cock sleeve for me.”

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Matt jealous over a colleague/classmate from college, like actually showing how upset he is over it, being moody and whatnot, mean even, and all that could only lead to rough make up sex. Maybe before jumping to his moody state he was already a bit insecure and anxious and this was just the straw that broke the camels back.

Summary: anon sums it up

Warnings: smut, jealous!Matt, kissing, rough unprotected sex, fluffy filth

Word Count: 4.2k

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The sound of your professor blabbing could put you to sleep.

You weren’t feeling class today, at all. You were kicking your own ass for not skipping like you originally wanted to.

You blink, snapping yourself from your thoughts, “Shit.” You lean over to Matt, “What did he say?”

“We’re having a test on this next Thursday.”

“Thursday?” You ask and he nods, “Yeah, are you okay? You look exhausted.” He raises his fingers from the table, “I don’t mean in a bad way, you just-“

“No, I am.” You laugh quietly, “I was up redoing my notes for Greenly’s class because I spilt my coffee all over them.” You let out a sigh, “I only wrote down what I could read, and since he doesn’t like computers in his classroom for whatever fucking reason, I’m screwed.”

Matt chuckles, “I can let you borrow mine, if you want?”

You tilt your head, “Oh yes, please. That would be awesome. Thank you.” You reach up, gently squeezing his shoulder as you turn to face forward again.

A few minutes later, Matt slides a dark blue notebook over to you. You look down at it, then over at him with a smile, “Thank you.”

He gives you a nod, “Welcome.”

A little bit later, the professor claps his hands together, “So for this semester’s final, I have decided that I’m going to have you guys do a project.”

A unified groan echoes from all the students and he laughs, “I know, I know. But it’s going to be a PowerPoint. On any of the topics we discussed over the last few weeks, and you guys can have a partner.”

“At least we don’t have to do it all alone, you know.” Matt mumbles and you nod, “Yeah, right?”

“Partners need to be picked and sent to me by five p.m tomorrow.“

An instant message pops up in the bottom right corner of your computer screen, Nash Trevors: I already sent a message to Winder that we’re partners, hope that’s cool with you.

You lean forward, typing on the keys, Y/n Y/l/n: As long as you promise to actually do something this time.

“So, y/n.” Matt turns towards you, “Do you have a partner yet? Or, one in mind?” He pushes up his glasses as you turn towards him, closing your laptop, “Yeah, Nash already sent in that I’m his partner.”

“He didn’t even ask you?” Matt furrows his brows, “He shouldn’t have just made that choice for you, he never does anything himself. It’s always the person that’s stuck with him.”

You shrug, “It’s fine, I like doing PowerPoints, so it’s not really a loss, I guess.”

Matt doesn’t say anything right away, he just packs up his lap top, “That’s still not fair to you.” He stands up, letting out a sigh, “Good luck.”

You watch as he walks away before turning around. You grab his notebook that he left and stack it on top of your books.

“Hey partner.” Nash smirks as he stands down in front of you, “Do you have a topic in mind?”

“Do you?” You glance up at him and he shrugs, “Maybe we can figure that one out over dinner?”

You scoff, “This isn’t a ploy for you to get into my pants, Nash. I’m not just some girl who will fall and kiss the ground you walk on.” You tuck your laptop into its case and he laughs, “Oh come on, that’s not why I picked you as my partner. You’re smart and organized.”

“Mhm.” You roll your eyes and stand up, “Meet me at the cafe in two hours and we can start. I need to rewrite my notes first.”

“Cafe. Two hours. You got it.” He gives you a thumbs up and you laugh, shaking your head as you walk away.

As you make your way out of the classroom, all you can think about is why Matt didn’t wait for you like he usually does, and why he was acting kind of weird.

Was he mad that I already had a partner, you think, did he not like Nash?

You bump into someone as you’re lost in your thoughts, “Sorry, I-“ you point, “Nick, hey. Have you seen your brother?”

“Which one?” He laughs, “Chris is still sleeping, and Matt was on his way back to the dorm I think. He didn’t say much, actually, he didn’t say anything at all.”

“Oh, okay.” You nod and Nick tilts his head, “What’s up?”

“Nothing, I was just going to tell him that I’ll have his notes back to him in an hour or so. He kinda ran out of class a lot faster than usual. I’ll just text him.”

He nods, “Okay, are those notes for Greenly?”

“How’d you know?” You laugh, and Nick rolls his eyes, “Please, he’s the only teacher on campus that hates technology.”

“He is a weird one.” You smile, “I gotta go. I’ll see you later.” He nods and you walk away, making your way to the cafe.

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You let out a sigh, flexing your hand after dropping your pen onto your notebook. You were so used to typing, taking actual notes sucked even worse than usual.

You lean over, tapping your phone to see if Matt had answered, but still no word from him.

Something was off about earlier.

The bells on the door sound loudly as the door is flung open. You’re greeted with a cheesy smile of Nash, who makes his way over to you, “Look at that, on time.”

“Barely.” You mumble, closing the notebook in front of you. Nash reaches over, “M. Sturniolo.” He laughs as he shakes his head, “What are you doing with this nerd’s notebook.”

You snatch the notebook from his hands, “Don’t call him that. Matt is actually really smart.”

“What, do you have some sort of soft spots for the dorky ones? I thought I knew you better than that, y/l/n.”

“Are you here to guess what I’m in to, or work on the final?” You stare at him, letting out a sigh, “Actually, don’t answer that. Let’s just work on this stupid thing.”

He laughs, pulling his laptop from his backpack, “Can you do that shared thing? Where I can see what you do on the PowerPoint on my screen and what I do on yours?”

“Yeah. Give me a second.” You click a few times, tap the keys and point to his laptop, “I sent it to you, just click on it and you should be good.”

Your eyes scan down over your list of topics scribbled down on the paper beside your computer, “We can do the artful mysteries one? We can look at famous artwork and we can each write down what we think it means before figuring out what it actually is about?”

Nash thinks for a moment, “Is that the easiest one?”

You sigh and lean back and he laughs, “I’m kidding, I’m kidding. That one is fine. I’ll start looking up famous art works right now.”

You look up, straightening up when you see Matt walk in. You smile at him as he looks over, but his face stays the same. He looks away, walking up to the counter.

You furrow your brows, slowly looking down at your computer. Your eyes move to his notebook, “I’ll be right back.” You grab the book and stand up to make your way over to him, “Hey, Matt.”

He looks over at you, moving his eyes down to his notebook in your hands, “Are you done with that?”

“Yeah, I texted you. Thanks again for-“

“Here’s your coffee.” The barista smiles and he nods, taking it, “Thanks.” He takes his notebook, looks over at Nash who’s sitting with your stuff, “Thanks.”

“Matt, wait.” You step back as he walks away and he doesn’t stop, he exits the coffee shop, leaving you to feel slightly embarrassed.

You swallow, making your way back to table, “I think we’re done. Just send me whatever pictures you want.”

“Hey, wait. We’re just-“

You cut Nash off, “I gotta go.” You quickly gather up all of your things and rush out of the cafe. You make your way to your dorm, not stopping for anything.

After an hour of contemplating, you sat down on your bed, and picked up your phone to text Matt, Hey, can we talk about earlier today?

He responds rather quickly, What is there to talk about?

Your brows furrow in confusion, did he not think anything was wrong? You tilt your head as you type, You seemed a little irritated with me today after class and at the cafe. I just wanted to apologize if I did anything wrong, and hopefully find out what exactly I did.

You see the bubbles pop up, disappear, then pop up again before disappearing. A few second later, his text comes through, I’m good. You’re good. Everything is good. I gotta work on this project.

You didn’t feel like everything was good, but you weren’t going to push, Okay, see you in class. Thanks again for the notes.

You set your phone down and another next comes through, but it wasn’t Matt, it was Nash, Are these good enough? Attached, is five art photos.

You literally just saved the first five photos you seen on Google. He texts back instantly, I’ll have to find different ones tomorrow then. I have a party to get to.

You scoff, It’s a fucking Wednesday night, dude. Are you serious?

I would never joke about a kegger, y/l/n. We can work on it tomorrow after class, okay? I promise.

You roll your eyes at his message, already accepting the fact that you were doing this alone, K. You toss your phone down and get to looking up different paintings.

After an hour of picking and placing them on each painting on its own slide, you take a break. You check your phone, letting out a sigh when you didn’t see anything from who you really wanted to hear from.

You and Matt met at the beginning of your guy’s sophomore year. He was one of those rare guys you find on a college campus.

He didn’t go to parties on Wednesday nights. He focused on his school work, and he was rarely ever late to, or even skipped class. He was someone you genuinely enjoyed hanging out with, or even sitting through a class with.

That’s why you liked him.

He was really sweet, and you guys seemed to click almost instantly. A part of you felt like he was more into getting through school than he was at finding a girlfriend, so you kept your feelings to yourself.

You wanted to ask him if he wanted to study for the test next Thursday, but with how your previous interaction went, you had a feeling to just let it go, ask him tomorrow in class.

You went back to working on the PowerPoint before you ended up passing out.

Your alarm woke you up.

You groaned as you pushed yourself up from the bed, making your way to the shower before going back to get ready for the day.

Still nothing from Matt, which again, is weird. He usually always makes sure you’re up on time.

As you walk out of your room, you smile as a girl passes by and your phone dings. You bring it up and groan quietly as you see a text from Nash, Good job on the PowerPoint, partner. Want to meet after class? I’m not coming in today, super hungover.

“Of course.” You let out a sigh and tap the screen, Figures. You hit send and make your way to class.

As you walk in, you look around, smiling slightly when you see Matt is sitting down in his seat. You walk up the steps, making your way over, “Hey.”

He nods, keeping his eyes on his phone, “Hey.”

You sit down, opening up your computer, “Thanks again for the um, notes.” He looks over at you, letting out a sigh as he sits up, “Yeah, no problem.” He looks around, “What? No project partner today? Thought he’d be all over you to get it done.”

“Uh, no.” You shake your head, “He is, hungover. Apparently he had a kegger last night that he couldn’t miss, so.”

“Mm.” Matt raises his brows and scoffs, “Figures.”

As soon as you go to speak, your professor walks in and starts talking, and the next hour feels like it drags by.

Matt didn’t really talk to you, when he did, he was to answer your questions about the work, and they were usually one or two words. He didn’t joke around, or laugh at stuff he normally would laugh at.

“Hey.” You lean over, “When class is over, do you want to get an early lunch or something?”

“Can’t. Nick needs help studying for his test later.”

“Okay. Um, speaking of test, do you want to study at all within the next week for next test for us?” You look at him and he shrugs, “I’ll let you know.” He stands up, packing up his things, “Good luck with Nash.”

You laugh slightly, “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Just, you know. Good luck. With Nash.” He shrugs, “I don’t know, I gotta go.” He walks away and you squint, trying to wrap your brain around what just happened, “Okay?”

Matt usually never turns down an invitation to study with you. There actually wasn’t ever a time he said no, you’ve studied with both him and Nick before, so now things were really weird.

You shake your head and slowly gather your things. You pull your phone from your pocket and text Nash, I’m heading to the cafe if you want to meet me there.

You got no response from Nash the whole way to the cafe. You weren’t banking on him coming, he was probably passed out or had his head in the toilet, discarding last nights keg contents.

As soon as you sit down, your phone goes off with a text from him. At this point, his name alone just pissed you off.

I’m coming, sorry. I fell asleep, can you order me a latte. Extra espresso? I’ll pay you back.

He wasn’t going to pay you back, but you didn’t care. You wanted him to focus and actually help you with this, so you went up and ordered the coffee.

He walked through the door as soon as they came out and he jogs up, “You’re a life saver, fucking hell.” He takes his cup and chugs a few sips, “Thanks.” He motions, “Shall we?”

You scoff, walking by him and sitting down, “I just need what you think these paintings are about, and then tonight I’ll just research their actual meanings.”

“Okay. Cool.” He sits down, scooting over to look at your computer screen. You lean away, “don’t you have your own?”

He looks down beside him, “Forgot my backpack, oops.”

You roll your eyes, pushing your computer towards him, “Here.” He leans over, “Sorry, was I in your personal bubble?”

“Just. Shut up and tell me what you think.” You grab your pen and he raises his brows, “Meow. What’s up with you? Boyfriend troubles?”

“He’s not..” you sigh, “My boyfriend. Just- can you please focus on something other than someone else’s potential business?”

“Fine. Fine.” His eyes scan down over the picture, “Okay. What’s this one?” He points and you pinch the bridge of your nose, “The School of Athens.”

“Okay.” He clears his throat, “The School of Athens.. to me.. looks like a bunch of people gathered around to celebrate something important, I guess?”

You sigh as you jot down his answer, “I mean, I’ll give that to you, it’s not that far off.”

“Really!? Sweet!” He claps his hands together, “Oh this is easy.”

You manage to make it through your project time in one piece, you might have lost a few brain cells listening to Nash explain how to do a keg stand, but other than that, it really could have been worse.

“Okay. I’ll add these into the slides when I get back to my dorm. Then I’ll add in mine and the real meaning behind them, and then we’re finished.” You stand up, shutting your laptop.

“That was easy.” Nash laughs, “Is there anything else I can do?”

“No.” You shake your head, sliding your books from the table, “You did enough. I’ll take it from here.”

“You’re the best partner. Thank you.”

You roll your eyes, “Uh huh.” You grab your coffee and leave.

A little while later, as you’re clicking away on your keys, you notice your phone light up. As soon as you look over, the incoming call screen vanishes and you pick it up.

A text from Matt comes through right away, Sorry didn’t mean to call you. You press your lips together and answer, it’s okay.

You set your phone back down and it dings, then dings again, and again, all back to back. You pick it up, reading down over Matt’s texts.

Fuck it

Yeah I did

I wanna talk to you

His incoming call fills the screen, and you answer instantly, “Hey.”

“Hey.”

You stay silent as you wait for him to speak. He lets out a sigh, “I’m sorry I’ve been such an asshole. You don’t deserve that. I’m just-“ he pauses, “I don’t- fuck, okay.”

He takes a deep breath, “I guess what I’m trying to say, is that I’m jealous.”

“You’re jealous? Over what, Matt?” You ask, sitting up as you slide your laptop from your lap.

“You and.. Nash.”

“Matt.” You bite your lip, “There’s nothing going on between Nash and I. He only picked me so he didn’t have to the PowerPoint, and I didn’t change it, because one, I thought it would be easy to just do it myself, and two.” You pause, smirking as the words slip from your lips, “You didn’t ask me to be yours.”

“I was going to, but then you said you had Nash, and I just- this jealous rage took over and it pissed me off, I’m not going to lie. It pissed me off that he was going to see you, be around you, I-“

“He isn’t you, Matt.” You felt your blood rush to your cheeks, but a sudden feeling of relief washed over you,“He isn’t you.”

“What are you doing right now?”

“I’m on the phone with you.”

He chuckles, “Right, yeah. Do you want to, I don’t know, maybe study?”

You pull your lip between your teeth and silently celebrate, “Yeah, yeah. I’d like that.”

“Good, because-“

There’s a knock on your door and you can hear Matt laugh from the other side and through the phone, “I’m already here.”

You hang up and get up from your bed. You walk over and open the door, pulling him in by his arm. You turn to face him as you close and lock the door, and he closes the space with his lips on yours.

“Fuck, I’ve wanted to do that forever.” His thumbs rub over your cheeks, and he leans in to press his lips to yours once more.

You slide your hands up his chest, working to undo each of the little white buttons that’s keeping his blue, plaid print top closed.

“Prove to me how sorry you am.” You look up at him with a smirk and he nods, “I can do that.” He smirks, reaching down to pull your shirt up over your head.

His eyes scan over your bare chest and he lifts a brow, “Did you know I was coming over?”

“I was hoping you would.” You walk over to the bed and he follows, his body lying over yours as his lips move against yours in a slow, heated sync.

His hand slides up your side, stopping to grip and kneed your boob. He smirks against your lips as you let out a small moan. He kisses down your neck, “You sound so pretty.”

You smile, arching your back as he twists your nipple between his thumb and pointer, “Fuck.”

He kisses down your chest, moving down your body, “I need these off.” He looks up at you and you nod eagerly. He pulls your sweats and panties down your thighs, biting his lip as his eyes lock onto your cunt.

You spread your legs, watching as he leans in.

You gasp as his tongue presses flat to your clit, rolling your hips as he laps at it, “M-Matt-“ your hand flies down to tangle his hair around your fingers, “Fuck, yes.”

He tilts his head down, tongue sliding up and down your needy opening. He groans against you, tightening his grip on his thighs.

There was something hot about Matt eating you out with his glasses still on, him in glasses is something that literally lit a fire inside of you.

He looks so fucking good.

He pulls away, a string of saliva connecting between you and his lips, “You taste so fucking good.” He groans as he leans back in, his tongue pushing as deep into you as he can get it.

You whine out, slapping your free hand to your mouth to muffle your moans, the walls were paper thin in this place.

“mm, fuck.” You gasp, eyes screwing shut as you pull his hair, “Fuck.” You gasp out as your hand goes to meet your other, pulling him into your more as you roll your hips, “S-so close, fuck, m’gonna cum.”

Matt groans against you, sending just the right amount of vibrations through you to get you over that ledge.

Your thighs twitch around his head, tightening as he guides you through your high.

Your grip loosens as your legs relax. Your chest rising and falling quickly as you watch him crawl up your body to plant his lips on yours.

You moan at the taste of yourself on his lips, sliding your hands up his chest to push his shirt down over his shoulders. You drag your nails back down his chest, causing his breathing to shudder.

You stop at the top of his jeans, undoing the button and pushing the zipper down, “I need you.”

He pushes himself up, reaching up to take his glasses off, but you stop him, “No, leave them on please. I think it’s hot.” You bite your lip as his hands slowly move away from the frame, a smirk toying with his lips.

He pushes his jeans down, tilting his head as he pushes his boxers down and you glance up at him as he slowly leans down.

You pull him in for a kiss, spreading your legs wider as the tip of his cock runs up and down between your soaked folds.

You both gasp as he slips on, moans rolling from both or your lips as he slowly pushes in further.

“Fuck.” He grunts, “Feels so good.”

Your nails sink into his shoulders and your legs tighten around his waist, “M-move please.” Your eyes roll back as he complies, pulling out and thrusting in deeper.

He quickly gets into a rhythm, thrusting in and out at a medium pace.

“H-harder.” You gasp, moaning out as he bites and sucks marks into the skin of your neck, “Please.”

His thrusts pick up, moving into a hard, punishable pace, “That what you wanted, baby?” He groans, “Fuck, you’re so wet.”

You whine out, nodding your head as your eyes roll back. Your back lifts from the bed and you moan out loudly.

The bed moves forward, slamming against the wall with each of his thrusts, but neither of you cared.

You didn’t care about anything but each other.

“So close.” You whine, “F-fuck, don’t stop.”

He moans as your nails sink in and drag across his back, “Fuck, that’s it.” He crashes his lips into yours, “Come for me, baby.”

You moan into his mouth, walls squeezing around him as he pulls you closer and closer to another orgasm, “Fuckfuckfuck.” You slide a hand up, tugging his hair as you come undone.

“Fuck, that’s it.” He slides his hand up to your throat, squeezing slightly as he keeps the current pace of his thrusts steady, “M’gonna cum.” He groans loudly, “Fuck, fuck.”

He slides his hand away from your neck, pressing it into the bed by your head as he pulls out, cum spilling onto your waist.

You stare up at the ceiling, chest rising and falling quickly as you come down from your high.

Matt sits up, looking around for something to clean up with, “Do you- nevermind.” He gets off the bed, bending down to pick up a towel and he comes back over, “Was that a good enough apology?”

You sit up slightly, smirking as you watch him wipe off your waist, “I mean, yeah, but maybe we can do it again just-“

Matt crashes his lips onto yours, “Say no more, baby.”

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Thank you so much for reading! I love you all tremendously! Catch you in the next one! 🖤

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I have chosen to write a Matt Sturniolo angsty fic. I also want to give a shoutout to @cursedtriplets for helping me come up with the idea. Enjoy! 🖤

Summary: Things go downhill, and downhill fast when reader catches their crushes girlfriend cheating on him at a party.

Warnings: strong language, angsty, partying, drinking alcohol, blackmail, mentions of cheating, reader being sad, angry, all of the emotions, slight arguing, friends to lovers, happy ending

Word Count: 6.3k

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The news about Matt getting a girlfriend hit you hard, it felt like salt to a stab wound - the stab wound being you not saying anything sooner.

Her name was Scarlett, but everyone called her Letty, per her request.

The first time you met her, it was kind of awkward. She didn’t really say much of anything and you felt judgment radiating off of her, but you seemed to be the only one to pick up on that because no one said anything after she left.

Over the next few weeks of her meeting everyone, she really opened up. It was almost like she became a totally different person, a bitch if you will.

She would glare at you when you would say anything involving Matt, or even glance in his general direction.

For example, the one night you all ordered in and decided to just hang out at their house. Nick and Chris were going around telling stories about Matt, you know, trying to embarrass the new boyfriend, and she was laughing and going along with it for the most part.

But, as soon as you opened your mouth to tell the story about how they took you to top golf one time and Matt almost fell over the edge, she changed the subject, suddenly wanting to start the first movie of the night.

You brushed it off, along with the other hundreds of little things she’s done within the time she was there.

“Hey.” You whisper as you sit down next to Nick on the couch, “Are you busy?”

He shakes his head, glancing up at you from his phone, “Why are we whispering?”

“Because I don’t wa-“

You stop talking as Matt and Letty come out from his room, “Hey, I’m taking her home. I’ll be back in a little.”

“Nice seeing you Letty.” Nick smiles and she waves, giving him a big cheery smile back, “Bye Nick!” She glances over at you and pulls Matt with her down the steps.

You wait for the door to close and you head snaps towards Nick, “Did you see that?” He shrugs, shaking his head, “See what? How she didn’t say bye to you?”

“Yeah, and how she just looked at me.” You shake your head, “I don’t.. I don’t think she’s really good for Matt.”

“When I ask you this, I’m not trying to make you mad or anything, okay.” Nick looks at you and you nod, “I won’t get mad.”

He raises his brows and lets out a sigh, “Are you saying this because you’re jealous she’s dating Matt?”

“N-no. I’m not.. jealous.. why would you even ask that? I’m asking because she doesn’t seem to accept that I’m one of Matt’s best friends.”

“Why do you think that?” Nick tilts his head and you sigh, trying to regulate your anger from growing into something bigger, “Every time I’m around you guys she’s all over him, and when I try to tell a story about Matt, she cuts me off and practically begs to go home.”

You snap, “That time you and Chris were telling stories about Matt, she was all giggly and going along with it, but as soon as I spoke up to say about how he almost fell off the ledge at top golf, she magically wanted to start the movie night.”

Nick sits there in silence and you tilt your head, “I’m not jealous of Letty. Okay. I’m just.. looking out for Matt, he deserves someone who isn’t going to use him for.. looking better.”

“You think.. Letty.. is using Matt for clout?” Nick’s brows furrow and he shakes his head, “I think they really like each other. She’s a total sweetheart, y/n. I think you just-“

“If you say I have unresolved problems, I am going to smack you upside the head.” You glare at him and he tries not to laugh, “I’m just saying, that you need to look at the bigger picture. Matt seems to be happy, and he’s a big boy, he can handle himself.”

You chew on your cheek, not really wanting to argue, “Yeah. You’re right.” You stand up, walking over to the hook to grab your keys, “I’ll see you later.”

“Y/n.” Nick groans, “Wait, I didn’t mean- you said you wouldn’t get mad!”

You look over at him, “You didn’t do anything, Nick. It’s good, we’re good. Just please, don’t say anything to him.”

He nods and you give him a small smile, “Thank you.”

You walk down the steps and you glance up, seeing Nick staring down at you from over the ledge, “Do you like Matt?”

“Bye, Nick.” You laugh and walk out of the front door to your car. You stop when you see Matt pull in next to you, but you force yourself to just walk to your car.

“Hey. Leaving so soon?” He asks as he gets out, and you glance back at him, giving him a nod, “Yeah, I have to go shopping for an outfit for this party.”

That was a lie. You already had one.

“Oh, okay.” Matt nods, tapping the top of his car, “Well, have fun.” As you open your door to get in, Matt walks up to you, “Wait. Before you go..” he pauses and you look up at him, “What’s up?”

You can feel the anger building up inside of you, wanting to burst out from him not seeing just how bad his longest best friend is being treated by someone he just met.

“What do you think of Letty?”

The words made your skin scrawl, you wanted to just get in your car and drive away without having to answer that question, but you had more respect for Matt than that.

“I think.. she’s pretty.” You laugh slightly, which causes him to laugh, “Yeah. Yeah, she is.”

You swallow what you really want to say, tilting your head as you rest your arm on the top of your car, “I think she’s good for you, Matt.” You shrug, “I mean, we all just met her, not at that long ago, but I think it’s going good.”

He gives you a slightly weird look, but nods, “Yeah, I’m just glad that everyone gets along. It would be pretty weird if we didn’t, you know?”

You stifle back a laugh, “I think it’s all good. Going good. Um..” you point to your car, “I’m going to be late for picking up Gabs, so.. I better..”

“Yeah yeah, you’re good.” He smiles, tapping your car, “I’ll see you later.”

“Are you going to the party tomorrow?”

He turns around, shaking his head, “Not my scene, but you have fun though. Call if you need anything, alright?”

“Yeah.” You nod, “I will.” You get into your car, glancing up as Matt walks into his house and you let out a sigh, allowing the self ass kicking to begin.

I lied to Matt, I never lie to Matt. Wait, I’ve lied about having feelings for him. Pretending everything is super platonic between us- Why can’t I just be honest with him? Fucking Christ.

A part of you was terrified to even say anything about your feelings towards him in the first place. You were, still are, scared it would affect the perfect, well, almost perfect relationship you have now. You haven’t ever really lied to Matt, the only time you really did lie, was when you were planning a surprise party for him and his brothers.

Besides, Matt showed absolutely no interest in being with you in anyway more than a friend. All of his actions were consistent, nothing more nothing less.

Your mind stays busy and loud the whole way to your house, from Matt, to your conversation with Nick before you left, to every interaction you’ve had with Letty, and then the upcoming party.

You were really banking on getting so fucked up at this party that you just forget about everything for a while.

You needed a mental break.

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Since you got home yesterday, Nick texted you a few times to make sure you weren’t actually mad at him, and you weren’t.

He clocked you on your shit, why would you be mad at him for being right about that?

You were jealous. You are jealous.

You’re jealous of a girl who has what you’ve wanted for so, so long, but at the end of the day, it comes down to being no one fault but your own.

For keeping your feelings in a block of cement in the back of your mind.

Your phone chimes, and you let out a sigh, half expecting it to be another just making sure we’re good text from Nick, but it wasn’t. It was Gabbie, You still going tonight? I’ll pick you up around eight.

You tap the screen, giving her a short and sweet answer, So ready to get wasted.

You toss your phone down and head to the bathroom for a shower. You took your time with it, then getting out and blow drying your hair before making your way to get dressed.

As you sat down at your vanity to do your makeup, your phone chimes and you glance back, shaking it off before turning back to continue your makeup. After a minute or so, the second notification goes off.

You groan, spinning around and leaning forward to grab it. To your surprise, it’s a text from Matt, Hey, Letty is going to this party tonight, do you think you can look out for her? She said she’d be fine, but she’s told me stories of her and alcohol not being friends and I just worry.

“Oh great, so now I’m a babysitter?” You scoff, rolling your eyes as you type back, Yeah, I’ll watch out for her.

He texts back a quick thanks, and you return to finish getting ready.

Finally, after finishing your makeup, you were ready and Gabbie was just pulling up. You walk out, getting into her car, “Guess what duty I have tonight.”

“Oh no. What?” Gabbie looks over at you as you buckle and you scoff, “Fucking babysitting duty.”

“For who!?”

“Matt, well. Letty.” You roll your eyes, “He texted me and asked me to watch out for her since he isn’t going to be there. I don’t know.” You look over at her, “Something doesn’t feel right about it.”

“Yeah, that’s a little sketchy.” She nods, “Why doesn’t Matt just go?”

“Says it’s not his scene, which, I get. He isn’t big into parties.. never has been, really.”

“How’s that situation going?” Gabbie asks, “The whole, you having feeling for M-“

“It’s not.” You cut her off, “So yesterday, before I left their house, I tried bringing it up to Nick but he just called me out on the truth and I didn’t want to accept the truth, so I just left. He keeps asking if we’re good, and I keep telling him yeah, which isn’t a lie, I’m just..” you stop, taking a breather, “I’m just pissed at myself for letting something I could have potentially gotten, go.”

Gabbie nods, “Tonight is your night to just let go. Do what you want. Drink what you want. I’ll keep a lookout for Letty, you just have fun and focus on you.”

“Thanks, but if something happens to her, godforbid it’ll fall back on me somehow.” You shake your head, “I can only hope that she just decides to stay home.”

But that wasn’t the case.

She was there, almost all of her was there.

She showed up in this super tight dress that barely covered anything. Two post its and a corn chip would suffice better than this dress, one wrong move and out comes a boob.

“I wonder if Matt knows she’s wearing that.” You swallow as you look at Gabbie, “I wouldn’t wear that even if he was with me, you know?”

“Just like you said a few days ago, y/n. You have more respect for him than she does.” She takes your hand into hers, “Come on. She’ll be fine.”

Over the next hour, the party grew larger and your urge to be there grew smaller.

You tried pushing through, but Matt was heavy on your mind. He was like welded into it, nothing could push past it.

She doesn’t deserve him.

He’s too good for her, hell he’s too good for me, even.

“Hey.” Gabbie snaps you from your thoughts, “Come with me to the bathroom?” You nod, taking her hand and following her up the steps.

You haven’t seen Letty in a little while, as soon as she showed up she blended into the crowd with the other petty snobs.

“Wait.” You whisper, pulling Gabbie to a halt, “Listen.”

“I thought you had a boyfriend, Scar.” A guy’s voice breathes out, “Fuck, you’re so pretty.” You furrow your brows and step closer to the door that’s cracked open.

“I do, but do you see him anywhere?” Letty giggles and your heart sinks into your ass. You look at Gabbie a she shakes her head as she mouths, “I’m gonna fucking kill her for you.”

You hold your hand up as Letty giggles, “I like Matt, don’t get me wrong, but there’s just something about him that I like more. Something that will.. help me in the long run.”

“Oh yeah?” The guy chuckles, “What’s that?”

“His fame. His followers. Once they upload the video of me in it, I’m bound to get some of his followers, right? And then you know what will happen after that.” She laughs and the sound of making out ensues, “More fame for me.”

A few people come up the steps and you panic, pushing Gabbie into the bathroom. You flip the lock on the knob and press your ear to the door.

“There the fuck you are!” The one guy slurs, “Come on, it’s pong time!”

“You guys go, I’ll be right down.” The same guy from the room answers, “I have to finish something first.” You hear Letty speak up, “No it’s okay. We can go down now. We can always finish this later.”

You rest your forehead against the door and close your eyes.

“Y/n?” Gabbie grabs your shoulder and you turn around to look at her, “What are you doing?”

“I have to tell Matt.”

She nods, “Yeah, I-“

There’s a knock on the door and you panic again, “U-uh, one second!” You press your finger to your lips and point to the shower.

Gabbie nods, immediately stepping into it as quietly as she can as you flush the toilet. You turn the water on, letting it run for a few seconds as you make sure the curtains on the shower is fully closed like it was before.

Another knock sounds and you sigh, turning off the water, “I said one se-“ you open the door and see Letty standing there, “Hi, you and I have to have a chat.”

“About what?” You tilt your head and she smirks, leaning in to look into the bathroom, “I know you like Matt.”

You shake your head, “What would make you think that I like Matt?”

“Stop being stupid, y/n. I see the way you look at him, talk about it. It’s pretty obvious, well..” she laughs slightly, “I guess, not to everyone because if Matt knew how you felt about him, you’d be with him.. or maybe.. you wouldn’t.”

“What are you talking about, Letty?”

“Don’t play dumb with me. I know how strong of a friendship you have with the triplets, and frankly, I don’t like it.”

“You don’t like that you’re not the only one they give their attention to.” You scoff, “Don’t play dumb with me.”

“Alright, fine. You want to cut to the chase, well cut to the chase. Matt will believe anything I say. You try and tell him what you heard and saw up here, I will make your life a living hell, got it?”

“And just how do you plan on doing that?” You shrug, “What, are you going to go to Matt first and tell him that I’m on my way to tell him that I caught you fucking cheating on him?” You shake your head, “He doesn’t deserve that. Any of it.”

“No, no. Because you aren’t going to breathe a word about tonight.”

“What makes you think that I won’t?”

She squints, a smirk spreading across her lips, “Because they’re all you have anymore. I mean, Jesus Christ, y/n. You’re always up their ass. At their house. In their car. If it wasn’t for them, you wouldn’t have anything but a low paying job in the worst part of town.”

“That’s not true.” You swallow your tears, fighting back the urge to lash out, hard, “I grew up with them. I’ve known them a hell of a lot longer than you have.”

She shrugs, “Maybe. But, all I know is that you aren’t going to say anything to anyone about this, or else I’ll tell Matt that you are so in love with him that you tried talking me out of being with him for your own personal gain. I mean, there’s a reason you haven’t told him, right?” She laughs, “Afraid of losing him and his brothers, because again, they’re all you have. Plus, it’ll be so weird being around you, to sit there and see you sulking all the time even though they’ll try to push past it because they’ll feel bad for you.”

A sad part of you felt like she was right, no matter how hard you tried to not believe it, you knew that there was a high chance that it would ruin everyone’s relationship with you and make it awkward as hell.

“What? Cat got your tongue?” She laughs and you look at her, “More like bitch, but whatever works for you.”

Her face falls and she puts her hand on the door while leaning in, “You have three options here, y/n. You can just act like nothing happened tonight. Come clean about your feelings for Matt to see who he chooses, or you call Matt, tell him what you saw, but without proof, who do you think he’ll believe?”

“You’re such a fucking bitch.”

“Yeah, I might be, but who’s fucking Matt almost every night, huh?” She smirks and steps back, “Well, it was fun. But I have to leave soon, I told Matt that I’d come over after this party. You think he’ll like my dress?”

She waits for you to answer and you snicker, “Doubt it.”

“But there’s so little to take off. I’m sure he’ll like the easy access, yeah?” She tilts her head while pouring, “Oh right, you don’t know that side of him. What a shame.”

You roll your eyes, “So what. I don’t tell Matt about what I saw and you won’t tell him what you think you know? I can just deny it, did you ever think about that?”

“Hmm. I guess you have a point. But, you’re good at acting, so either way, I’m sure you’ll make it out unscathed.” She smirks, lifting her hand, “See you tomorrow for game night.”

Fuck. Game night.

You watch her walk away and you slam the door, taking a step back to assess what just happened.

Gabbie whips the curtain back and stands there staring at you, “are.. you okay?” You shrug, shaking your head, “If I could just magically push away this anxiety about my feelings for Matt and tell him, I would but I just.. god I fucking hate that bitch.”

You move to sit on the edge of the tub, “What the fuck do I do? I can’t just lie to Matt about something like this.. if he finds out I knew about this.. the only thing I’ll be kissing is my friendship with him goodbye, and everything Letty said will be true.”

“It won’t. Okay.” Gabbie sits next to you, “You want to know why?”

You look at her, giving her a nod.

She pulls her phone up, “I recorded most of that.”

You snatch the phone from her hand, “You did not!” A hand raises to cover your mouth as you listen to the recording.

“I’ll send it to you, so when you’re ready, you can use that as your proof. Fuck that bitch.” Gabbie shakes her head, “She must have got her audacity on sale because that was not it.”

You nod, “I agree.” You look over at her, “Want to go get something to eat? I need to leave this party.”

She nods, “Let’s go.”

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You tossed and turned all night. You couldn’t stop thinking about the encounter you had at last nights party. The more you thought about it, the more it made you feel sick. Your anxiety just kept getting worse and worse.

What if Matt doesn’t believe me, even with proof, you can’t see anything so what if he thinks it’s fake?

What if Letty does tell Matt and he just blocks me?

What if-

“Y/n?” Gabbie taps your hand, “What’s going on, you’ve barely touched your breakfast.”

“I’m just.. thinking..” you bring your cup up to your lips, taking a sip before setting it back down, “What if Letty has him so wrapped around his finger that he’s just so blinded by her to not even-“

“You’re getting a head of yourself.” Gabbie sighs, “You need to think about what you want to do about your feelings for Matt, first. Okay?”

You nod, covering your face with your hands, “I’m so in love with him, but the fear of being rejected by him is just so.. loud, higher? Whatever the term.. is, I don’t fucking know.”

“I think Matt will be more understanding than you think.”

You look at Gabbie through your fingers, “You’re just saying that.” She shakes her head, “I don’t think you’re giving yourself enough credit. You’ve been around them for so long, this is what.. Matt’s first girlfriend in how long?”

“What are you trying to say?” You tilt your head, resting your hands in your lap, and she sighs, shifting towards you, “What I’m trying to say is.. what if Matt was waiting for you, but you didn’t say anything, so he tried to move on?”

“Do you think that’s a possibility?”

She shrugs, “I definitely wouldn’t write it off just yet. I mean, you haven’t dated either, you’ve talked to guys, but why do they never work out?”

“Because they aren’t.. Matt..” you look at her and she nods, “Exactly. I don’t think this thing with Letty will last long anyway. You just need to get your shit together before storming in there and spewing out shit that doesn’t even make sense, you know?”

You nod, tilting your head to look out of the window, “Yeah, I know. I want to tell him. I just get so nervous around him, he makes me feel, I don’t know, like that happy giddy feeling? I just don’t want that to go away, I don’t want it ruined.”

You take a deep breath, “I don’t know, there’s just so many what ifs I just-“ you look down at your phone, “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

“What?” Gabbie leans over, “Is that Letty?”

You roll your eyes, reading over the text, Hey bestie, just reminding you of our little deal that we have. Last night got a little crazy, not sure how much you drank to try and forget about it.

You tap the screen fast, I’m not gonna lie you have a lot of red flags.

She instantly answers and you laugh as you read it, like what?

“This bitch, I swear to god.” You mumble showing Gabbie your phone, “She’s literally fucking insane.” You nod, “That’s what I’m telling her.”

You type back, well firstly, you’re actually insane.. and two, you just can’t blackmail someone to get your way. It’s not going to end well for you.

You see the chat bubbles popping up and down and you shake your head, “I swear to god.” Your eyes move across her text, think of it as you scratch my back, I scratch yours. You don’t tell Matt, and you get to keep the only good thing you have in your life.

“I’m telling Matt.”

The words tastes sour on your tongue, but you knew it was the right thing to do, “Fuck, I could puke.” You run your sweaty palms down your thighs, “Oh fuck, Gabbie. How do I- what do I-“

You look at the new text, Just play it safe tonight, don’t talk to him, dont talk about him, don’t even look at him, why can’t you like Chris or something, god. It would make everyone’s lives so much easier.

“Just play it safe tonight.” You mock her, “Go fuck yourself.”

“Maybe you should wait another day. You don’t seem.. I don’t know how to put-“

“Stable enough?”

“Yeah.” She laughs slightly, “Stable enough to do this yet.”

You shake your head, “I feel like puking being in the same room as her knowing she can flip my world upside down at any second. But then, if I don’t tell Matt, that just makes it seem like I was condoning her actions, and I just-“

“Look at me. Look at me and listen.” Gabbie lays her hand on your shoulder as you turn your head, “We have proof. I think you keep forgetting about that, y/n, and these texts. She basically admitted to blackmail.”

You nod, looking down at another texts that comes through, but this time it’s from Nick, How was the party last night? Did you make it home safe?

You instantly type back, I went home before I even got buzzed. My night was kind of ruined but I’ll explain it another time.

“Y/n.” Gabbie sighs, “Now they’re going to know something is up.” You shrug, “I don’t want to lie to any of them anymore, gabs. I can’t just-“ you stop, texting Nick again, Is Matt or Letty there?

“If they aren’t, I’m going to tell Nick everything.”

Your heart was racing as you awaited his answer, sweat building up on your palms more and more as each second passed, “I feel like I’m going to throw up.”

“Did he answer?” She leans over, “Oh, he just did.” She looks up at you as you look down to read the text, No, him and Chris are out getting stuff for game night tonight.

“Go.” You look over at her and nod, “Go to their house.”

“Are you s-“

“Go! Before I change my mind.”

She nods and starts the car, immediately putting it into reverse, “I’ll come in with you.” You nod, tilting your head back as you talk yourself out of puking, “Fuuuuck.” You groan, “All of this could have just been av-“ you gasp, squeezing your eyes shut, “I hate myself.”

“I think you’ll feel better once you get everything off of your chest.” She nods, “If not, you have me.”

“Now isn’t the time for jokes, Gab.” You look over at her and she raises her fingers off the wheel, “Sorry, sorry. I’m nervous for you.”

The drive to their house felt like hours.

“Fuck.” You sigh, “Just do it. Just tell Nick everything.” You try to hype yourself up, “Fuck. Fuck.” You reach for the door handle, your hand shaking like a leaf in the winds of a storm, “Fuck. Okay.”

You open the door and get out. Your legs felt like jello the whole way up to the door. Nick calling out your name made your heart stop, “Y-yeah.. it’s me.. and Gabbie..”

“Gabbie!? I haven’t seen that bitch in ag-“ Nick stops at the top of the steps, “Do we need to hide a body?”

You raise your brows, “Yeah, we just might.” You walk up the steps and glance back at Gabbie, who stops at the stop and leans on the ledge, “Go on.”

“Go.. on.. with what?” Nick looks between the two of you confused and you take a deep breath, “Last night at the party..” you look down, gathering yourself before you look up, and in that moment, you were struck with word vomit.

“Letty cheated on Matt last night at the party, I heard her in a room with another guy kissing and saying that she was only using Matt to gain more fame from your guy’s following and then she cornered me in the fucking bathroom basically blackmailing me into not telling Matt anything and Gabbie has it all on recording she hid in the tub but that’s not the point okay the point is is that she tried to blackmail me by saying she would tell Matt that I liked him and that I tried to talk her out of her being with him by saying awful stuff about if I did try and ruin her getting what she wants, and, Nick, you know I would never do that. I love Matt. To the fullest fucking extent, I love him with my full entire being, I want him to be happy and her fucking cheating on him made me want to rip her fucking head off right then and there and the last thing I want is for my relationship with any of you to be ruined because the only thing she was right about is me only having you guys and Gabbie. I never said anything before because I was so scared of the rejecting being soo bad that I could never be able to show my face around here again I just, I fucking hate myself for not being truthful but I fucking told you, I fucking told you she had it out for me and she was only using Matt I just- she’s an awful fucking person Nick and I just wish there was a way for me to tell Matt everything.”

“Y/n.” Gabbie says and you turn, freezing when you see Matt and Chris standing on the steps staring at you.

“They came in when you were saying your thing.” Gabbie clears her throat, “Um.. okay, why don’t.. we give these two some space, yes? Yes. Come on you two, with me.”

Gabbie pulls Chris with her and grabs Nick on the way by.

You stand there, absolutely shaking in your boots as Matt continues to stare at you, a shocked look on his face. You wanted the silence to end, it only made things worse.

Finally, Matt breaks it, “You.. you love me?”

“I-I..” you voice cracks as you nod, speaking in a whisper, “so.. much, Matt I-“

Your words were cut short by him walking over to you, his hands grabbing and pulling your face towards him to close the gap, “I love you.. so much, too.”

Your hands move to his sides, immediately kissing him back. He pulls his head away, his hands still on your face, “I’m sorry she did that to you.”

“I’m sorry she did that to you, too.” You sniffle, “I should have told you last night. I’m sorry I didn’t call or text or-“

“Hey, hey.” Matt’s thumbs gently brush up and down your cheeks, “You were scared, but you made up for it right here, right now.”

“Do you want to see the proof?” You sniffle, reaching back to bring your phone out from your pocket. He nods, “I believe you even if I don’t see it.” He gives you a gentle smile, “I’m just, sorry I didn’t see how she was treating you sooner. I’m so sorry.”

You shake your head, “She didn’t scare me. The only thing that scared me was the thought of you never speaking to me again.”

He shakes his head, “I could never do that.” He kisses your head and motions to the couch, “Let’s listen to this shall we?”

You laugh slightly and nod, walking over to the couch with him. You sit next to him, wiping away your tears as his arm goes around your waist, his other hand resting on your thigh.

You being the video up and turn the volume up. All you see on the video is the shower curtain and your shadow on the other side.

“Alright, fine. You want to cut to the chase, well cut to the chase. Matt will believe anything I say. You try and tell him what you heard and saw up here, I will make your life a living hell, got it?”

Matt furrows his brows, shaking his head as he lets out a sigh, “She won’t do shit.” You smile slightly, tilting your head as the video continues to play, “…or else I’ll tell Matt that you are so in love with him that you tried talking me out of being with him for your own personal gain. I mean, there’s a reason you haven’t told him, right?”

He shakes his head, “Yeah, there’s..” he sits up, pushing the phone away, “I’ve heard enough.”

You put your phone down, “Sorry.”

“No, y/n. You don’t have anything to be sorry for, alright? You did the right thing, Letty on the other hand, she can..” he groans lowly, “I’m done.”

He pulls out his phone and you hear the line ringing. Your heart races as you await the pick up of his soon to be ex girlfriend.

“Hi Matty!”

“Is there anything you want to tell me about last night?” Matt tilts his head as he stands up and instantly, Letty puts on a facade, “Whatever you were told is a total lie! I swear. People just don’t want to see us be happy, Matt, please you have to believe me!”

“It’s hard to believe you when I have a video recording of you fucking threatening one of the closest people to me right here in front of me, Letty. Don’t even try to play the fucking victim card, what the fuck were you trying to do? Blackmail? Seriously?” Matt scoffs, “I should have seen how you were from the start. You put on a pretty good act.”

“What do you mean there’s a recording? What are you talking about? I didn’t blackmail anyone, I was with Serina and Layla the whole night, Matt, please! You can even ask them.”

Matt reaches over, taking your phone to hold up to his as he presses play, “What? Cat got your tongue?” Letty’s laugh rings from the video, “More like bitch, but whatever works for you.”

Matt smirks, glancing over at you and you smirk, giving him a shrug.

“No i-“ Letty groans, the video still playing, “You have three options here, y/n. You can just act like nothing happened tonight. Come clean about your feelings for Matt to see who he chooses, or you call Matt, tell him what you saw, but without proof, who do you think he’ll believe?”

“Yeah I think this pretty much covers as proof, Letty. Sounds like blackmail to me, does it not?” Matt clenches his jaw, waiting for Letty to speak, but she just huffs, “You can’t even prove that that’s me, though, Matt. Please.”

“You’re such a fucking bitch.”

Matt can’t stifle back his laughter with your words on the phone and you look down with a smirk on your lips, you were very proud of how you handled her, and Matt was, too.

“Yeah, I might be, but who’s fucking Matt almost every night, huh?”

“Well, it was fun. But I have to leave soon, I told Matt that I’d come over after this party. You think he’ll like my dress?”

“You didn’t come over last night, you never actually planned on it, did you?” Matt continues speaking, “And it’s actually really fucking hilarious you say that because we haven’t even had sex one time. You’re such a liar and my life will be great if I don’t ever see you again. I don’t care what you say about me, but keep y/n’s name out of your mouth.”

Matt hangs up and you look up at him, “You really never had sex with her?”

“I couldn’t.” He swallows, walking back over to sit next to you, “It just felt wrong because it wasn’t.. you.. I couldn’t even kiss her without trying to picture your face.”

You nod, “I kept looking for you in every guy that tried to keep my attention, but it never worked out because they weren’t you either.”

You reach up and cup his cheek, “I’m sorry I didn’t-“

Matt cuts you off with a kiss, “You don’t ever have to be sorry when it comes to me.” He kisses your lips a few times, “I love you, and I’m sorry I didn’t say anything sooner.“

You shake your head, “It’s alright, now that there isn’t anyone keeping us apart.” You smile and bring it in for one more kiss.

You hear the quiet and slow footsteps of the others and you pull away, looking behind Matt, “It’s safe to come in now.”

All three of them come in and sit on the couch next to you and Matt, “Is it safe to say that I never really liked Letty?” Chris raises his hand and looks around and you reach over to high-five him, “You and me both.”

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🪐 where kylo calls hux and order him to fuck you while he watches (and he loves it)

warnings: smut & english is not my first language

The idea sounded exquisite to you. For some reason, it was Kylo Ren who brought it up. He was a man that could never share, unless he really wanted to. And god, he really wanted to this time.

"Your request caught me by surprise, Ren." Hux said, unbuttoning his uniform, standing right next to the bed where you were laying, already naked. "But I'm quite excited for it, I must say."

"Mhm." Kylo nodded, sitting in a chair next to the bed, watching you realize what was going to happen. "I'll be watching you." He said to you, almost in a whisper. "Every touch, every word, every look you give him. I'll be envious. Jealous." He swore. "Enjoying it."

"Any rules, Ren? Before we start?" Hux asked, taking off his belt.

"I won't give you any orders, General. I want you to use your best judgement. Use her."

"Use?" You asked, quite surprised to hear that word.

"Yes. To use." Kylo said, with a grin. "You're a toy tonight."

Hux laughed a little, and you notice how hard he was under his uniform trousers. He lean in, giving you a kiss. A passionate kiss. His tongue was in your mouth, dancing with yours. And Kylo watched, eyes locked on the two of you.

It felt weird to kiss another mouth, but it felt exquisite too.

"That's it, General..." Ren said, adjusting himself in the chair next to the bed. "Show me how much you desire her. I've seen you watching her in meetings. Show me, and do anything and everything you wish. But..." He said, and Hux stopped kissing you, breathing heavily, to look at him. "... Don't forget to bring her back to me in one piece. She is still mine, after all."

Those words made you feel a desperate warmth all over your body. Hux smiled and continued, kissing your neck and stroking your hair a little. He went further, biting your collarbone and even leaving some marks. You tought Kylo would get mad, but he didn't. You pictured your Master caressing himself over his trousers. Teasing himself, slowly.

"Good, General." Kylo said, breathing heavily, but still sounding demanding. "You really know how to worship a woman's body, don't you?" Hux nodded, but without talking; his mouth was wondering all over your breasts. "You have to be gentle with her. But firm. Very firm." As he speaks, he keeps touching himself over his uniform.

"Your woman is delicious, Ren." Hux said, going down on you and leaving traces of saliva everywhere.

"She's more than that, General. She's the finest piece of flesh you've ever touched." Kylo smiles, looking at your face. "Remember to be firm with her. Don't hold back. Use all of that strength, energy and desire I know you have. Let her feel it."

After that order, Hux knew he had to obey. He wanted to obey. While eating you, as if you were a plate of food to a hungry man, he spanked you. And you groaned in pleasure.

The more exciting part, was turning your head to Kylo and see him stroking his cock freely now. Still wearing his leather gloves, now covered in his own saliva. He smirked before talking to the General, without taking his eyes off you.

"She likes that, General." He said. "I think it's time for you to give her what she really wants. Don't hold back just because you're sharing her with me."

Hux lifted up his face, licking his lips and teeth like an animal. Without any warning, he grabbed you by your waist and moved you even nearer to him, caressing your entrance with the tip of his cock.

Kylo stood up and walked towards you, kneeling next to bed, with his head next to yours.

"Tell the General what you want, baby." He whispered in your ear, and you could listen the sound of his leather gloves wrapping and moving up and down around his cock.

You tried to speak, but the stimulation was too much.

"Use your words." Ren said, demanding.

"For god's sake, fu-fuck me, General..." You managed to speak, and some laughter came out from the throats of the two men around you.

"Lord, she feels fantastic..." Hux said, after finally sliding himself into you. "I envy you... Getting to f-fuck her every... single... day..." He said between harder thrusts.

"Give me a good show, General." Kylo ordered. "She likes what you're doing to her, so keep using her." You were unable to speak. "But... she can also do some convincing. She know exactly what to say to get you to do whatever she wants."

"Then tell me..." Hux begged, trying not to cum all over you already.

"Go fast... faster." You thought it was impossible to use your words, but you did. This lust was something you've never experienced.

"Come on, baby..." Kylo whispered in your ear, still stroking himself but this time even faster. "Say it louder to the General."

"Faster!" You said in a scream, knowing for sure that the Knights of Ren heard you from the other side of the door.

And Hux delivered without any problem. His orange hair was dripping wet and looking so messy, you never thought you would see the General like this. So desperate, without the good manners he usually has towards you.

"Isn't she a lovely sight, General? Don't hold back, you can be harder than that. I want you to be harder." Kylo demanded, as he grabbed you by your hair and forced you to look at him. "Look at me, baby..." He whispered between some groaning. "I'm fucking my hand wishing it was you... Watching how another takes you... In-Infront of me..." You opened your mouth and instead of a word, it was only a loud moan what came out. Hux hit a good spot in a rough way.

"She's a noisy one, General." Kylo said, looking at the redhead now, who was already smiling.

"I'm not sure... I'm not sure I can't hold it any longer, Lord..." Hux said, struggling to speak.

"You can't go yet, General." Kylo denied, and then whispered in your ear. "Turn around." He ordered you. "Let him cum by taking you in all fours. And you'll watch me." Ren was totally lost in pleasure, sounding so mean and desperate it could only make you feel even more aroused.

You didn't even have to move, they did it for you and you end up in all fours, with your head looking directly at the chair where Kylo sit again. His stomach was covered in cum, and that's how you knew that Kylo was having fun, and fucking himself for the second time now.

While Hux kept fucking you, you tried your best to keep your eyes opened.

The sight was beautiful; Kylo Ren, a man respected and feared all over the galaxy, playing with his own cock while his General was using you. Looking directly at your eyes. And while doing so, he spoke.

"Cum already, General." Ordered. "All over her. I don't care. She doesn't care either. But you, my love..." He now said to you. "You don't get to finish. You'll hold it in for me." The moment he said that, Hux couldn't help but cum inside you. The man was exhausted. "Because after the General leaves, I'm going to fuck you again, and again, and again... And I'll be the one to make you cum."

After saying those words, Kylo finished in his leather covered hands once again. And you were just there, breathing heavily in the bed, while Hux was dressing himself.

"It was a pleasure, Ren." The General said, right next to the door. Kylo approached him, taking his gloves off.

"You did good, General." Kylo said, stretching out his hand to shake Hux's. "I might call you soon, again." You heard him say, and you couldn't help but let go a mischievous smile. It was Kylo's turn now.

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∶ Summary: reader hooks up with drug dealer!Chris

∶ Warnings: smut, drugs, smoking, unprotected car sex, fwb, oral (m rec) creampie, dirty fluff

∶ Word Count: 2096

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You stood on the porch, inhaling a cigarette when you noticed a car pull up. You smirked behind your hand, knowing exactly who was behind the wheel.

You scoff as two guys push past you, “hey, watch it.”

“Sorry, y/n.” Bryer raises his hand. Sean follows, “Sorry, important business do tend to, if you know what I mean.”

“You know those are bad for you, right?” You yell after them and they laugh as they continue walking away. You put your cigarette out on the banister before walking down the steps.

You heard the sound of Chris’ voice growing louder the closer you go.

“No, dumbass. I said it was eighty. Not sixty.”

“Right, right.” Bryer nods, “My bad, bro.” He hands him another twenty and takes the small baggie from Chris, “Thanks.” Sean moves into the place of Bryer, doing his exchange, “Hey, you don’t happen to have extra in there do you?”

Chris scoffs, “Do I look like an ice cream truck? I only bring what you fuckin’ ask for.”

“Right, yeah. Sorry. Thanks again bro.” He snatches the baggies from Chris and they make their way back inside. You give it a few seconds, knowing Chris is recounting the cash he just received.

You slowly walk up to the window, “License and registration please.”

Chris let’s out a sigh, “Jesus Christ, y/n. Don’t fuckin’ do that.”

You laugh, leaning down to fold your arms over his door, “Whatcha doin’?” He scoffs, “What’s it look like I’m doin’?” He glances over at you and you shrug, “Not selling ice cream by the sounds of it.”

He smirks, shaking his head as he looks down at the cash in his hand, “Why do you hang out with those idiots?”

“I could be hanging out with you, but you never answered my text.” You tilt your head and he nods towards the passenger seat, “Just get the fuck in.”

You push yourself up, walking around to get in, “Any more deliveries tonight?”

He shakes his head, “Nah, was just going back home after this.” He looks over at you, “unless you want to take a drive or something?”

“A drive sounds nice, but only if you h-“

Chris holds up a joint, “Are you doubting me, y/n?”

You reach up, taking the joint from his grasp, “No doubting here, Christopher.” You laugh as you place it between your lips. He reaches up, flicking the lighter on and you inhale, getting it going.

He drops the lighter into the cup holder and put the car in drive.

You let out a sigh, “Fuck, I’ve needed this.”

“Rough day?” He chuckles as he starts to drive, “At least you weren’t stuck at a wedding.” You laugh, “Ohhh, so that’s why you’re wearing a suit. I just thought it was your new company uniform.”

He smirks at your remark, shaking his head as he flicks you off, “Give that here before you smoke it all.” He reaches up, taking it from your hand before pulling it to his lips.

You watch as he takes a drag, biting your lip as you watch the smoke slowly flood out of his parted lips, “So whose wedding was it?”

“My idiot cousin.” He scoffs, “His wife, has been cheating on him with one of my clients, but he doesn’t want to listen to me.” He takes another drag before handing you the joint back, resting his hand on your thigh after you take it, “But he didn’t want to listen to me, so.”

“That sucks.” You shake your head, glancing out the window as you take a drag, “It’ll hit him one day.”

“Yeah, and I can’t wait to say I told you so.” He gives your thigh a squeeze as he laughs, “So back to your day.”

“Oh, yeah. It was just boring.” You shrug, putting the window down to ash off the joint, “Kelsie ditched me to make out with a guy at that party, and everyone was in their own groups. I only came because I wanted to rag on you about not answering me.”

“Mhm, I’m sure.” He laughs, “How’d you even know I’d show up?” He looks over at you and you roll your eyes, “Please. It was a Sean party.”

“So you just know who my top clients are?” He glances over and you shrug, “You learn a lot when you hook up with someone for as long as we have.”

“So you’re a little eavesdropper, huh? That’s what I’m getting from that.” He smirks and you shrug, “Call it what you want, baby.”

He shakes his head, pulling off the road.

He puts the car in park, turning it off, “You know..” he looks over at you, leaning forward to take off his black jacket, “That’s gonna cost you.”

You tilt your head, “Oh yeah?”

He nods, tossing his jacket onto the dash, “Oh yeah.” He leans over, elbow pressing into the console, “But I think we both know a way you can pay me back.”

You smirk, tossing the dead joint out of the window before rolling it up, “Why do you think I texted you to hang out today?” You lean in and he gasps playfully, “Oh, is that right?”

“Mhm.” You nod, smiling as he leans in, “Mhm.” He mocks, reaching up to pull you in for a kiss.

Your lips move with his as your hand slides up to rest on the side of his neck. A small moan escapes your lips as he bites down onto your lower lip, tugging before leaning back.

You watched him as his slides his body back between the seats, laying down in the back row, “Well, what are you waiting for? You wanna hang out, or not?”

“I hate you sometimes.” You turn, crawling back to straddle his lap. You lean forward, hand pressing to the door for support as you plant your lips on his.

He gasps, fingers squeezing your hips as you grind down onto him, “Fuck, ma. Don’t tease me.”

You smirk, kissing back his jaw and down his neck. You slide down, positioning yourself between his knees as you reach to undo his belt.

His eyes watch your fingers as they easily pull the leather from the buckle, moving to unbutton and unzipped his pants.

He pulls his lip between his teeth, taking a shuttered breath as you slide your hand over his covered bulge.

You look up at him, tilting your head as you slip your fingers into the band of his boxers and pulling both them and his pants down over his hips. He lifts up instantly, eager to have you in his mouth.

You wrap your hand around his cock, bending down to wrap your lips around the tip.

“Fuck.” He breathes out, “That’s it.”

You work your head down, tongue swirling and he groans, bucking his hips up, “You can take it, baby. Seen you do it before.”

You look up at him, tongue flat against the underside before tilting your head forward. You slowly work him into your throat, eyes squeezing shut as you focus on breathing through your nose.

“Goddamn. Fuck, there you go.” Chris moans, hand laying on your head, “Fuck, yes.”

You slowly pull up and push back down, your nails digging into his thigh as you hold yourself there for a few second.

You slowly lift up, tilting your head back as your tongue slowly swirls around the tip. You lean in more, lips wrapping around before repeating your prior action.

His knee buckle as he gasps, “Fuck, fuck, okay.” He fists your hair, pulling you up, “I wanna cum in your pussy, not your throat.”

Your stomach lips with excitement as you sit down to undo your jeans. You lift up, pushing them down your thighs, but Chris sits up, fingers instantly on your clit and your back arches against the seat, “Chris.”

“What? Just because I get some action before, doesn’t mean you don’t.” He chuckles as he leans into kiss your neck, fingers sliding down to push into your already soaked cunt, “Is it me, or the weed, baby?”

Your laugh gets cut off by a moan, “F-fuck, both.”

“Both?” He questions, “Guess I’m just going to have to make you feel better than the weed does, right?”

Your jaw falls slack as his fingers curl inside of you, “U-uh huh.” Your eyes roll back as he toys with that little ball of pleasure inside of you, “Fu-fuck, Chris.”

“You’re so wet.” He breathes out, “Y’gonna make a mess for me? Hmm.”

You nod, whimpering as the pace of his fingers grows faster, “Y-yes. Yesyesyes.” You buck your hips, nails digging into his neck, “F-fuck!”

He slides his fingers out and up to your clit, fingers vigorously rubbing over it and you feel a gush, followed by another.

“There you go, baby.” Chris groans, reaching up to turn your face to him. He crashes his lips on yours, groaning against them as you slide your hand down to pump his cock a few times.

He leans back, biting his lip as he watches you scramble to get your jeans and panties off the rest of the way.

“Come here.” He reaches out, hands sliding over your hips as you hover over his aching cock. He bucks up as you slide down, moans mixing together in the small space of the car.

You tilt your head back, hand sliding to press against the drivers seat, “Fuck.” You groan, quickly getting into a bouncing rhythm.

Chris’ hands tighten on your waist as his teeth hold his lower lip in their vice. He groans lowly, eyes focused on you, “Fuck, that’s it. Shit, you’re so fuckin’ good at this.”

You look down at him, a smirk settling on your lips as you lean forward, hand pressing to the window, “I’m only good if I like you enough.”

He smiles, rolling his eyes as he sits up.

You sit up with him, hand laying over his on the back of the seat as your other arm tightens around his neck.

You roll your hips, grinding against him and you whimper, “M’close again.”

“One more time and I’ll take over.” He whispers before crashing his lips onto yours, swallowing your moans as you move your hips faster.

You lean back, hand pressing against the door for stability as moans flood through your lips, “Fuck, fuck, yesyesyes.” Your lips part as you feel yourself slipping into completely euphoria once again, “Feels so good.”

Chris leans forward, quickly switching positions.

You’re on your back, and his thrust pick up to finish guiding you through your high.

Your hands slide up, holding each side of his neck as you feel his thrust growing sloppier and slower. Your eyes fluttered closed as you felt him stop, slowly pushing into you, deeper and deeper as his cock twitches.

You let out a sigh, opening your eyes to look up at him.

He leans down, pressing a soft kiss to your lips, “I think that was better than last time.” You laugh as he helps you sit up, “Yeah, I can agree on that.”

You bend down, grabbing your jeans, “I think your car needs cleaned, again, and someone put me in the wet spot so I think I need a shower as soon as possible.”

“Oh fuck, I forgot about that.” Chris fights back his laughter, but fails, “Sorry. We can go back to my place, kinda feeling a round two, you know what I mean?”

You look over at him, lifting your hips to shrug your jeans up over your ass, “Yeah, I was thinking the same thing.”

He climbs to the front after redressing and you follow behind him.

“Since you were a good girl.” He hands you another joint, “Here you go.”

You can feel your cheeks heat up at the nickname, “Mm, thanks.” You take it, glancing over at him as you take it, “I like being rewarded.” You laugh as you place it between your lips and Chris reaches up to light it, “Of course you do.”

You take a drag, resting your head back as you hold in the smoke. You exhale, handing him the joint, “But only by you.”

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Too Sweet For Me

Summary: Seventeen year old Y/N isn't thrilled when she finds out her father is somehow Soldier Boy and she's now meant to live with him...

Pairing: Soldier Boy x daughter!reader

Word Count: 1,400ish

Warnings: language, minor fight

A/N #1: I noticed I've never done a Soldier Boy x daughter fic and decided to remedy that! This was meant to be a very short fic but it spiraled a bit. Not sure if there's any interest in this going forward but I have ideas for where it could go if I were to continue...

A/N #2: This diverges just a tad from The Boys. For the purposes of this story, imagine that Soldier Boy killed Homelander at the end of S3 and is now running The Seven. The reader is seventeen for this story...

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You swallowed as the man that was apparently your father strode around the corner. He was tall and broad, the green fabric of his uniform stretched taut over his strong muscular form. All you’d wanted for years was to find him, have your birth dad miraculously come take you out of foster care so you could stop the constant moves, the constant disappointment. 

At seventeen you knew better than to expect some instant connection. Mom hadn’t been shy about the fact he was an anonymous donor, even when you were little and asked who he was. You always figured he didn’t want you but after she died when you were eight, you hoped he’d show up somehow, like something out of Annie and you’d suddenly have a permanent family again.

Having Soldier Boy for a father wasn’t exactly filling you and the warm and fuzzies.

At least it explained the super strength when you hit puberty, a fact you’d kept hidden from everyone. Every foster parent, schoolmate, social services employee. You weren’t about to wind up in Red River and have your life destroyed before it even started.

“I’ll leave you two to get acquainted,” said Andrew, the brand new case worker assigned to you. You didn’t take you eyes off the man before you, green eyes watching you cautiously, as a door to the apartment in Vought tower closed behind you.

Soldier Boy’s gaze wandered lower, taking you in fully. Your fists clenched by your sides. You didn’t care what the news said about how he was the hero that took out Homelander. About how he was a war hero. About how somehow he got your mother pregnant after he supposedly died and that made no sense at all.

All you could think about was the gossip forums you scrolled through last year during your annual supe school project on him. Manipulative. Abuser. Sexist. Violent. Damn near sociopathic with how little he cared for the victims left in his wake. 

Finally his gaze met yours again, his mouth curling up in a smile when you clenched so hard the whites of your knuckles showed through your skin.

“No need to be afraid of me, Y/N,” he said politely, taking a few steps forward but giving you plenty of space. “I know you’re confused and I’ll explain but I am your father. I wouldn’t harm you.”

“Funny. Didn’t you kill your last child six months ago? Homelander? Instilling me with a lot of confidence.” His eyebrows raised, his smile flashing a bit of surprise. “I’m not some delicate flower, old man.”

“Yes, you are,” he said, stepping right in front of you, staring you down as you failed to fight back a thick swallow. He gently wrapped his hand around your wrist, your breath hitching when he gave it a squeeze. “I’ll make you a deal.”

“Put your dick anywhere near me and I’ll rip it off.” His hand shot to your jaw, cradling it and forcing you to keep your head up, staring straight at his angry eyes. 

“You’re sick in the head if you think I’d ever touch you. You’re my child for fucks sake and you will learn to watch your mouth.” You kneed him in the groin, Soldier Boy’s whole body jerking as his hands shot to his midsection, doubled over in pain.

“Don’t you confuse the fact that I’m a good person with weakness,” you spat back. He recovered quickly despite you putting all your force behind the hit. Shit. Just how strong was he? You backed up straight into the apartment door, Soldier Boy crowding in on your space. A tremble ran through your body. He’d killed Homelander and his grandson had disappeared off the face of the planet and they hadn’t even done anything to him.

Soldier Boy leaned down, his face barely more than an inch away from your own, his hands splayed out on either side of your head. You kept his gaze though, something flickering in his green eyes for the briefest of moments.

“Who would have thought my teenage daughter had a bigger set of balls than that psycho of a son ever did.” You didn’t move, didn’t dare suck in a breath as he sized you over again. Suddenly he straightened, staring over your head at the wood behind you. “I’m your father whether you like it or not and you’re under my care until you’re 18. You’ll want for nothing.”

“Nothing but an actual father,” you mumbled, wincing when you realized he had super hearing and stifled at the response. After a long beat, he strode away over to a liquor cart, carelessly pouring a large glass of whiskey for himself. 

“Where’s my room?” you sighed, reaching to pick up your backpack and duffel from the foyer. 

“Second floor, second door on the right,” he said, getting to the duffel before you could take it. He held it out for you, taking a long sip, the only indication that it burned the small hiss of air he let out.

You got one hand on the strap when he didn’t release it, your eyes narrowing.

“I used to look at my father like that you know.”

“Let me make something clear,” you said, yanking the bag away, Soldier Boy allowing you to take it. “I don’t know what this is but I’m not going to fall head over heels for you just because you’re my dad. You have to earn that and if you’re not going to try, then stay out of my way.”

He smirked, leaning back against the bar cart with. “What a big little girl you are with your ultimatums. You think a temper tantrum is how to get what you want?”

“All I want is you to not hurt me and for you to be nice. It’s a low fucking bar and until you can clear it, it’s better if you leave me alone.” 

“You’re too sweet for me,” he said, throwing back the rest of his drink, pouring himself another. “A girl who writes a paper on how awful Soldier Boy is and how if he were a normal citizen would have been thrown in jail isn’t someone I would ever expect would give him a chance.”

You lifted your chin even as your heart rate picked up, Soldier Boy quickly by your side and leaning down to whisper in your ear.

“I’d expect a bit more ruthlessness from the girl that said I deserved the death penalty.” Your gaze fixated on the sleek wooden floors beneath you, his arm brushing yours. “It’s okay to admit you want a daddy, baby girl. I’m not a monster like you think.”

“It’s okay to admit you’re scared of being alone. Why else would you come and get me?” you said, his body tense beside you. You turned your head up, his gaze hard once more. You smiled. “I hit a nerve, old timer?”

“It’s cute that you think I give a shit about you.” You couldn’t hide the flash of pain on your face, his eyes narrowing. “Like I said, you’re too sweet. I can break you with just a few words.”

“Then why find me?” you asked as he shoved the whiskey in your hands and took the bags from them, storming off across the apartment for the stairs. “Why did you take me out of my foster home?”

“Because you’re mine whether I like it or not.” He looked over his shoulder. “And you will not fuck that up. Now drink that, calm the fuck down and get used to it or I’ll make sure you get tossed in Red River without a second thought.”

“Or you can just man the fuck up and say you’re scared because you’re alone and I’m all you got.” He stared you down, trying to intimidate you but you didn’t miss the way his eyes watered ever so slightly before he was gone around the corner.

You sighed, closing your eyes and breathing deeply. Okay, that could have gone worse. Much worse. While you weren’t exactly thrilled about how things had gone, at least you knew one thing. 

Somewhere deep, deep down, that man cared about you, only so he wouldn’t be lonely. You wouldn’t trust that it was anything more than that. Those days were long gone, especially when Soldier Boy of all people was your father. It was far too dangerous to trust whatever act he put on once he decided to start playing nice.

You took a long sip of the whiskey, the fiery liquid burning down your throat, making you cough violently. You swore you heard the asshole laughing all the way from the living room.

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