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Attaching your lips together for a long passionate, yet filled with hunger, kiss, you felt your chest tighten, the air growing far too thick and far too difficult to take in. “Me too, baby,” You panted heavily catching your breath as Matt stared at you hungrily, “Me too,” You didn’t need your eyes open to see Matt smile faintly in the kiss as he momentarily paused the kissing before jumping back onto you, practically swallowing you.

There was something about the way Matt could kiss that left you speechless and mesmerised, he was so skilled in his movements, the way he effortlessly caught your lower lip between his perfect white teeth, inflicting just the right amount of pain and pleasure every time, the way he discreetly slipped his tongue into your mouth to fight weakly against each other when you gasped at his sudden boldness. Intense, consuming, uncontrollable: best ways to describe Matt’s emotions that passed through you as you kissed.

Matt’s hands travelled around your body, goosebumps forming in its path, halting at your ass that he firmly squeezed, pleasure striking up your spine as he also signalled wordlessly for you to jump. You obeyed instantly, using your dwindling strength and consciousness over your body to jump, wrapping your legs around his waist. He held you tightly, fingertips digging into you but you didn’t mind until he pulled away, tugging your lip—which he knew you loved. Your underwear stuck to you due to the arousal and you cringed at the feeling.

You ignored the feeling once Matt’s perfect plump lips assaulted your skin; his teeth clamping at your skin for small nibbles and sucking you. “Matt,” He basked in the pleasure that pulsed through you, your breathy moans only encouraging him to do more. His eyes snapped open, swivelling so he could head up the few steps. Cautiously, he ascended the stairs, keeping a stable hold on you whilst peppering soft kisses on your throat, your neck, your shoulders, anything in sight.

Unsurprisingly, you grew more needy at him effortlessly carrying you whilst pleasing you, far too impressive for someone who doesn’t seem physically strong and someone who doesn’t claim to be either. You weren’t large but you weren’t skinny either, with your large thighs along with your curves, so you wouldn’t be offended if he failed to, but he managed—very attractively one would say.

It took a few seconds for Matt to trudge up the stairs, baring both his weight and yours. Once he reached the top, you jerked impatiently in his hold, silently requesting to be put down. He obliged, carefully placing your feet back onto the cold wooden floor but his hands lingered on your hips. Both your movements paused, staring at each other in admiration; cheeks flushed, eyes fluttering from passion and lips glossy and parted, soft shallow breaths flowing out.

Beaming, you noticed the affectionate gleam in his bright ocean blue eyes as his eyes carefully scanned your features for hesitance. It was so fucking hot.

“I want you,” You breathed out, your tone desperate as you walked closer to him, hands planting on his chest to connect your lips. Grabbing a fistful of his white shirt, you leaned in closer, squeezing the material in your palm for balance as you tiptoed to reach his height.

In a perfectly paced rhythm, your lips worked together, pleasing one another. With your eyes closed, you began walking towards him, him in turn walking backwards, blindly following your lead, curious and willing to find out how you’ll take charge. Your hands reached for his shoulders, tenderly massaging them as your teeth caught his lower lip, pulling it harshly before swiping your tongue on the growing sting which earned a strained grunt from him that made you wet.

You pulled away, stood beside the coffee table, looking up at him through your eyelashes as your eyes glinted with eagerness and excitement, practically begging to suck his cock. “Let me take care of you,” Your left hand cupped his cheek, your thumb gliding against his pink lips that grew sore from your roughness. Matt brought you closer to him, so you could feel his dick twitch at your selfless offer and you smirked smugly at him showcasing his need. “Let me show you how proud I am to be yours,”

Matt least expected you to shove him harshly, making him fall against the couch. His eyes widened slightly that it was comical, peering up at you— with eyes that you deemed submissive and fuckable. He relished in the choice of your words, rather smug, but also this sudden, but much appreciated dominance from your end. His tongue darted out to moisten his lips as he tilted his head to see you better as you stalked towards him.

“Be a good boy for me, hmm?” You smiled innocently, grasping his chin with your hand, something intoxicating about the way he made no effort to tear from your hold or wish. Your heart fluttered in your chest as he nodded obediently, granting you the power you craved. Smirking, you straddled him, tossing one knee over each side of him and sitting comfortably on his lap, his hands subconsciously landing on your ass for a stable grip but also to feel your plush skin.

“I’ll be whatever you want, gorgeous,” Matt’s lips turned upwards in a small smile, giving your ass a nice squeeze.

You felt your heart warm at the pet name, loving the innocent cute names he loved to spoil you with. You channeled your admiration, lips puckering up as you sent soft kisses on Matt’s lips, marking his mouth with your lipstick, before you littered open mouth kisses on his chin and throat. You basked in the confidence you gained when he grew tense when you hit a sensitive spot, and also the way his Adam’s apple bobbed frantically.

Just as you sucked on a piece of his skin by his neck, a shaky exhale fell from his lips, his eyes fluttering shut as his tent under his pants poked at you, reminding you of its presence and its desperate need for attention. Slow and steady, you began to roll your hips on Matt, earning a strained whimper in your ear, his warm breath fanning you, making the little strands of hair on your neck stand. “Baby—“

“Shh,” You cooed, grabbing him by the chin, fingers gripping him as you forced him to lock eyes, “Just enjoy,” You bit your lower lip, rocking your hips together more, growing closer and closer to his frustration after each move. Matt’s breathing grew shallow and uneven, the pleasure coursing through his body growing too overwhelming. He was used to spoiling you, giving you all the attention because you was his girl, which was all the more reason to focus on him.

Your hands left his face, travelling to the top of his head, the soft feeling of his hair on your skin as you clutched it tightly. His eyes glistened with amazement, so surprised he was oblivious to such talent for a decent amount of time, his chest deflating as another stifled groan was let out, “Oh my God, Y/N,” He grew weak, losing feeling in his arms that fell limply beside you, letting you take charge as your clothed pussy grinded his clothed erection. “Fuck,” Matt cursed as your lips maneuvered in a manner too mind-boggling.

Your fingers that tugged on his brown hair were now roaming his body, mainly his chest, feeling the hardness under your hand which left Matt craving more, mesmerised by your tender touch. Your hands didn’t stop trailing for more, hands edging closer and closer to his belt, blindly fiddling with his designer belt he handsomely wore. You wanted to tear it off Matt and give him a good time but you thought back to the countless of teasing you received and the anticipation that built leading up to it and wanted nothing more but to show Matt that desperate feeling he always left you in.

The pair of you were so preoccupied, bathing in each other’s pleasure, you didn’t hear Chris climb up the stairs to your floor, witnessing your dishevelled and inappropriate state, fooling with one another. His lips parted in shock, a small gasp escaping his lips as he saw you on top of Matt and watched you attractively rolled your hips onto Matt’s, clearly talented as you left Matt a moaning mess and tried pulling off his belt for God knows what reason. He tried tricking himself that he didn’t care, that he was invading your intimate moment but he wanted to see where this went, whether you would openly suck him off or you’d fuck in a common public space, high chance of being caught. Chris also wondered how long until you both acknowledged him however it didn’t seem likely as you were clearly in a heated moment.

“Mmm, that feels so good baby,” Matt praised softly, his hands clutching your hips. Thankfully, Chris hadn’t heard his brother as it was barely audible but when Matt momentarily opened his eyes, in the corner, he spotted his younger brother, baffled by the stairs. His eyes widened whilst his breath got caught in his throat.

Oblivious, you nearly squealed out of joy when you had finally managed to unbuckle his belt and as you went to slide it out, Matt harshly and abruptly seized you and moved you to his side, eyes fixated behind you. You huffed in annoyance, scoffing at the sudden switch, the disrespect, before noting his horrified expression and followed his line of sight.

“Chris!” You shrieked, absolutely mortified by what had just occurred, your boyfriend’s brother gawking at you making out with his brother. It wasn’t something you planned but what were you expecting when kissing him on the couch in their shared place in LA. Heat rose to your cheeks, a pink hue tinting your cheeks from embarrassment.

“Holy shit, Y/N,” Chris commented, the corner of his lips tugging upwards into a suggestive smirk not helping which left Matt glaring, knowing Chris would easily get the hots for you as you were taken by him— especially now after witnessing how special your lips are on just the neck, leaving the rest up for imagination.

“Chris, get out!” Matt scolded, hand extending to rub your knee in comfort, the contact quite soothing, especially knowing you relied on physical touch.

“Kid, you’re the one getting it in a public space!” Chris laughed obnoxiously loud, clearly not realising his intrusion was disturbing and unsettling as he was enjoying himself. Chris then mentally fought Matt before heaving a dramatic sigh and spinning around, heading back to his room, empty-handed, unfortunately the Pepsi he seeked still out of reach.

“You okay?” Matt muttered in concern, turning to face you fully the second Chris disappeared from your sights.

“‘M fine,” You breathed out shakily, meeting his ocean blue eyes. “It was kinda expected, we weren’t exactly hiding what we were up to,” Matt nodded shortly, soaking in your words and was quite comforted by the fact you weren’t overcome by embarrassment, like he was. “In all honesty, I’m glad he didn’t catch us in a more compromising position,” Your eyes trailed downwards as you bit your lower lip suggestively, he understood instantly— Chris would enjoy himself a lot more after watching you work your talent with your tongue.