pairing: secret!bf! x f!reader
summary: matt has been cheating on his girlfriend for you but soon paparazzi’s caught the two of you, leaving things unsettled.
warnings: smut, pet names (baby, slut, sweetheart, love), public sex, dominant!matt, swearing, rough sex, fingering, nipple playing, needy matt, crying, panicking, hair pulling, ass grabbing, choking kink, getting caught, p in v, teasing, mention of y/n
a/n: not my photos, on pinterest.
Matt had a girlfriend who he had lost feelings for her ever since he met you. The more time you spent together, the closer your friendship evolved into a secret dating relationship.
Despite dating each other for the past two months, you both had to keep it under wraps because of his other girlfriend and his status as a famous YouTuber alongside his brothers.
His brothers admired you more than his actual girlfriend, but they were unaware of the romantic relationship between you and Matt.
In public settings with friends or when hanging out with his brothers, Matt would discreetly touch your thigh under the table so no one saw.
At times, things between you two would escalate into more intimate moments, which he enjoyed as it fueled his affection for you and his fingers were just enough to please you.
Currently, you were staying at a hotel with Matt as neither of you could visit each other's homes.
Matt's girlfriend, who everyone knew was a friend of yours, added a complex layer to the situation but the complications, she had mistreated you, allowing you to feel less guilty about the affair.
Matt, on the other hand, avoided going home so he didn't have to see his brothers as he desired quality time with you.
Matthew considered breaking up with his girlfriend a few times, but lacked the courage to do so, and aside from his brother, his parents adored her, even though they had never met you.
Another factor was the short duration of your relationship together, which had only been two months compared to his previous three-month relationship.
However, the main reason was his concern that his girlfriend might become upset with you if things ended badly.
You were lounging on the bed, engrossed in your phone, while Matt dried his hair after a shower. "Are you okay, love?" he inquired.
Setting your phone aside since you noticed he left the bathroom, you smiled as his gaze met yours. "I'm fine, and you?" you replied softly.
He returned the smile, joining you on the bed and leaning against you, resting his head on your shoulder as you felt his slightly wet hair soaking your shirt.
"I'm better now that I'm with you," he murmured, intertwining his fingers with yours, his blue eyes fixed on your hands, noting the size difference between them.
There were moments when he felt guilty for cheating, but he did it because of you and he did not regret it. He loved you, not her. He wouldn't be with you if he loved his other girlfriend.
Even if he thought about the other girl he was cheating on, his thoughts always came back to you. He didn't care about his other girlfriend, he only wanted to end things with her because he lost feelings and your just better.
He drifted off in a daydream for a moment before turning to look at you, giving you a smile before leaning in to kiss your lips, slowly climbing on top of you.
You placed your hands on his hips and didn't hesitate to kiss him back as he let out a small sigh of relief before slipping his tongue into your mouth, to which you responded in kind.
Exploring each other's mouths, both of you aroused but he was teasing you, his fingers teasingly rubbing against your shorts near your heat, causing you to roll your eyes in pleasure at the touch. However, he abruptly pulled away, meeting your gaze.
"Not that easy, baby," he smirked before sitting on top of you. You pout a tiny bit before placing your hands on his thigh to rub them for his comfort.
"You're annoying, you know that," you said, making him chuckle and gently tap your nose while you’re more turned on than him. "But you still love me, right?"
"Still doesn't change the fact that you're annoying," you whispered as he rolled his eyes. He knew he needed you as much as you needed him, but he didn't care, he loved teasing you.
Shifting slightly, he laid on top of you with his head on your shoulder, remaining silent as you played with his soft hair.
It was late at night, and you both were still at a hotel with a massive pool.
He looked at you and then settled in more comfortably as you wrapped your arms around him to prevent him from falling off.
"Do you want to go swimming?" he asked, closing his eyes. He caught a whiff of the perfume you were wearing, causing his body to slightly twitch from the goosebumps as the scent was intoxicating to him, like a drug.
You stay silent for a little longer, gently playing with his hair, causing him to bite his lip to suppress a small moan or whimper as your nails delicately touch his scalp a few times.
"Now?" you ask, to which he simply nods in response, lightly kissing your shoulder as a silent expression of his happiness that you are here with him. "If you want to go swimming, then let's go."
You and Matt have been seen hanging out together a few times, leading your friend, who is Matt's girlfriend, to question the nature of your relationship.
However, you both maintained that you are just friends, a story she believed.
He smiled and got up from on top of you, making sure not to hurt you, before looking at you and then rummaging through his suitcase to find his swimming shorts.
As he prepared, you observed him going through his belongings before you got up to search for a bikini you brought with you.
By the time you began to change into your swimwear, he was already dressed. He watched you intently, a reminder playing through his head that you are his, causing his smirk to widen.
"Are you going to keep watching like a pervert?" you teased with a small grin as he simply rolled his eyes, but didn't take his gaze off of you.
"I'm not a pervert, I'm just admiring you and thinking about leaving some hickeys on you again. I like marking what's mine," he replied, watching as you finished changing into your bikini, making him eager to rip it off.
You locked eyes with him, raising an eyebrow and casually moving your hair to one side. "Then go ahead, you're a coward if you don't mark what's yours," you challenged, causing him to glare at you, shaking his head with a smile on his lips - though there was always a smile on his lips when he was with you.
"I hate you, you know that, right?" he said jokingly before moving closer to you, pressing you against the wall and kissing your neck, not wasting anytime.
"Hate is a strong word, Bernard," you replied as he bit your neck firmly, but not enough to cause any pain.
"Never call me Bernard, y/n," he warned as his hot breath tickled your neck. You chuckled before nodding in response.
He gently rubbed your back, then his hands moved to your ass, squeezing it before pulling away to look into your eyes.
He admired your perfect body, but deep down he knew it wasn't just your physical form he loved, it was you he loved the most, not just your body.
"Ready to go swimming now?" he asked, to which you nodded. He playfully rubbed his nose against yours, a small grin forming on his lips, before releasing you with one last playful squeeze on your ass.
"Are you ready?" he asked again, glancing at you and then at your bikini, which hugged your curves. "Yes, I'm ready," you replied.
Checking the time on his phone, he noticed it was getting late but neither of you bothered taking your phones since you both saw no need.
"Come on, sweetheart," he said, leading you as you followed him. He locked the hotel room door before heading to the elevator, holding your hand not just to guide you but also because he simply wanted to feel your touch.
As you both rode the elevator down to the ground floor, he gazed at you and kissed your lips, gently tugging on your hair.
His lips met yours, and a soft moan escaped you as he slipped his tongue into your mouth.
Pressing you against the elevator wall, he positioned his knee between your legs and his hand wandered to your neck.
As he continued to kiss you, his hold on you tightened but he released you once the elevator reached the ground floor.
With a smirk, he wrapped his arm around you, leading you to the empty pool on that late Tuesday night when few guests were at the hotel.
"Can I be honest?" he asked, prompting you to turn and nod before returning your gaze to the pool as you sat on the edge, feeling the chill of the night air.
"You look so hot in that bikini, it makes you look like a fucking slut- hot one though" he remarked as he sat beside you, his eyes widening at the cold sensation when he dipped his feet into the pool.
"Are you calling me a slut?" You raise an eyebrow, causing him to snap his head towards you, his heart racing. "I didn't mean it in a rude way, baby but yes," he says.
You faked your anger and push him into the cold pool, causing him to curse as he hits the water.
"What the fuck, y/n," he says, rubbing his eyes before looking at you, grabbing your ankle and pulling you into the water.
Unable to hold on to anything, your body plunges into the freezing water. You quickly swim back to him, only to see him laughing, so you splash water at him.
"Oh my god, you are an asshole," you say, causing him to swim closer and pat your head before kissing you quickly and apologizing, "Sorry, sweetheart."
He wraps his arms around your waist and kisses you again, but it's short lived as he pulls away. "Can we have sex? In the pool?" he asks, pressing his half hard member against your leg.
You raise an eyebrow and don't say anything, except allowing his hands to move to your chest, even though you're wearing a bikini.
He didn't hesitate to touch your breasts. You made sure no one was around, and so did Matt.
He smiled to himself as you both confirmed the coast was clear. Then he removed your bikini top and began to gently suck on your breast while one of his hands played with your nipples.
You let out a soft moan as his teeth lightly grazed your hardened nipples. He watched as you closed your eyes and arched your back slightly.
After a moment, he pulled away and pushed you against the edge of the pool. He then removed his swimming shorts, revealing his large, erect member.
"I can't believe we're doing this in public. It makes me want to cum already," he said with a wink before removing your bikini, leaving you both naked.
He guided your legs to wrap around him as he began to make love to you, his cock thrusting into you as you both moaned softly.
"Take it like a good girl," Matthew said, biting his lip afterward as he increased the intensity, his eyes rolling back slightly as he heard your moans with each thrust.
The look in your eyes told you were close, but he just laughed darkly and shook his head. "Hold your orgasm, sweetheart. You can cum when I do," he said, making you whine, which prompted him to flick your nipples to make you stop.
Your breaths were erratic, but not as much as Matt's. "Do you like that, y/n? Me forcing you to hold your orgasm even though you're being such a good girl that I treat you like a slut?" he asked, making you nod.
He hummed before coming inside you harshly, causing you to coat his dick as you both remained in the pool. He gazed at you, kissed your lips, and then pulled away.
"We should head back. We've already taken the risk of having sex, so we shouldn't push our luck any further," he whispered, moving your hair away from your face.
You nodded, and he helped you put on your bikini before donning his swimming shorts, still sporting a boner.
He got out of the pool, assisted you, and then the two of you made your way back to his hotel. Despite being able to walk just fine, he still held onto you.
He remained silent as he pressed the number two button in the hotel elevator. You leaned on him as he gently stroked your hair.
"Come on," he whispered once the doors opened. You smiled and followed as he led you, his hand linking with yours.
He soon unlocked the door and held it open for you to enter first. You stepped inside, and he smiled gently as you thanked him before he locked the door.
"I didn't think we would end up having sex, I thought we were just going to swim," you said, making him smirk.
He then removed his wet swimming shorts, put on some boxers, and hung the shorts to dry on the balcony with pegs.
"Give me your bikini," he requested as you started to change. He smiled when you handed it to him and dried it in the same manner as his swimming shorts.
When he returned, he hugged you from behind, causing you to shiver because you were ticklish. He chuckled before resting his head on your neck, enjoying the scent of your skin.
As you laid down next to him, you rested your head on his chest and gently ran your hands over his stomach, the room filled with silence.
"I really need to end things with her, but I'm unsure how to do it without causing any issues with your friendship with her and upsetting my parents. However, once my parents find out about you, they'll surely appreciate you even more," he confessed, looking into your eyes with a faint smile.
"Then go ahead and do it. I don't mind losing me and her's friendship for the sake of your happiness," you responded, meeting his gaze as he fell silent for a moment before nodding and speaking softly, "I'll handle it tomorrow or sometime this week."
You smiled and kissed his lips, causing him to close his eyes and gently place his hands on your waist, pulling you onto his lap as he lay back.
As you pulled away from the kiss, you glanced at him before snuggling down on top of him. He was quiet, breathing gently, but his hand was rubbing your waist and back.
"Goodnight, sweetheart," he whispered, and you reciprocated the sentiment before both drifting off to sleep. You were the first to wake up in the morning.
"Matt, your phone won't stop ringing," you mumbled, waking him up. He looked at you, then at his phone.
"It's her," he whispered, trying to ignore it, but the phone kept buzzing. "Oh, for fuck sake," he groaned, shifting slightly to answer the call.
He answered, sounding half asleep as you rested your head on his stomach. Suddenly, you heard a gasp from him, prompting him to look at you, and you back at him.
"What's wrong?" you whispered so quiet that he probably didn't hear, and he shook his head, continuing the conversation on the phone.
"What do you mean I was with y/n last night, fucking her?" he said, trying to remain calm.
You froze as Matt put an arm around you, reassuring you that it wasn't your fault. "Listen, I was going to tell you about me and her," he whispered, but his girlfriend kept accusing him of lying.
Eventually, Matt learned that she found out about the affair from someone at the same hotel who witnessed you both at the pool.
They discreetly recorded the encounter, but the footage was blurry due to their distance and hiding spot. Though it was clear it was you two.
With a heavy sigh, Matt set his phone on the bed and rubbed his temples as his girlfriend but now ex ended it.
"She knows, someone recorded us which is so creepy," he said in distress, and you did your best to comfort him.
His main concern was that the video might be circulating online, exposing him to people he knew and his followers.
You stood up and leaned against the headboard, wrapping your arms around him. Overwhelmed, he began to cry.
"I'm in deep trouble. I don't care about losing her, I'm just glad to be with you. But my fans will find out, my parents, my brothers who I share a home with," he whispered as you held him close, assuring him that everything would be okay in the end.
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