faye

It was a quiet afternoon in the library, a serene backdrop to the chaos that was about to unfold. I was nestled in a secluded corner, surrounded by stacks of books that seemed to stretch endlessly into the shadows. The light filtering through the narrow windows was dim and warm, casting an almost golden hue over the mahogany shelves and wooden tables. I had come here to escape the stress of the day and find some peace, but peace seemed to be the last thing I would find today.

I was nestled deep into the book, its weight grounding me in its detailed narratives, when I felt an odd sensation, as though I was being watched.

I brushed it off initially, attributing the feeling to the solitude of the library. But as I turned a page, I couldn’t shake the sense that someone was observing me. My gaze darted around the room, but everything seemed normal—except for the slight rustle of a book being shelved nearby and the soft sound of footsteps that seemed to echo just out of sight.

Finally, curiosity got the better of me. I looked up from my book, scanning the library’s vast expanse. It was then that I saw him. Matt was standing a few rows away, his figure partially obscured by the towering bookshelves. He was watching me intently, his brown hair slightly tousled and his blue eyes sharp behind the dark rims of his glasses. There was an enigmatic smile on his lips, one that I could sense even from this distance.

My heart skipped a beat. I tried to look away, but his gaze was magnetic, pulling me in. There was something undeniably compelling about the way he was watching me, something that made my pulse quicken and my breath catch. His presence was commanding, and even from afar, he seemed to exude a kind of controlled intensity that was impossible to ignore.

Matt was one of those people who could command a room without saying a word. His presence was magnetic, almost intimidating, and there was always this underlying current of mischief in his demeanor. He had a way of looking at you that made you feel both exhilarated and apprehensive, like you were caught in a storm and couldn’t quite predict which way it would blow.

After a moment, he began to walk towards me, his strides purposeful and measured. As he approached, the warm light from the windows seemed to cast a halo around him, adding a surreal quality to the scene. My breath hitched as he drew nearer, the anticipation palpable in the air.

When Matt finally reached my table, he didn’t immediately sit down. Instead, he paused for a brief moment, his eyes locked onto mine with an almost predatory intensity. There was something teasing in his expression, a playful glimmer in his eyes that hinted at mischief.

“Mind if I join you?” he asked, his voice low and smooth, carrying an undertone that made my heart flutter.

I could only nod, my voice caught in my throat. His proximity was overwhelming, and as he settled into the seat next to me, I could feel the warmth of his body radiating against mine. The closeness was electrifying, every small movement of his body a tantalizing reminder of how near he was.

He took a seat next to me, close enough that I could feel the warmth of his body radiating against mine. The proximity made me acutely aware of him, every shift of his posture sending little tremors through me. As he leaned in to look at the book I was reading, I could smell the faint hint of cologne he wore, something rich and spicy that made my head spin.

He leaned in slightly, pretending to examine the book I had been reading. The gesture was casual, but his shoulder brushed against mine, sending a shiver down my spine. His touch was light, almost accidental, but it left a lingering warmth on my skin.

“So, what’s so fascinating about this book?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. The way he spoke was intimate, as if sharing a secret, and it made my pulse race.

I tried to focus on the book, but his nearness was intoxicating. Each time our bodies brushed, it was like a spark igniting between us. I could feel his breath on my cheek, warm and inviting. It was clear that he was fully aware of the effect he was having on me, and the realization only heightened the tension.

He leaned in closer, his breath warm against my ear as he whispered, “You know, it’s pretty easy to get lost in this place, isn’t it?”

I shivered, his voice sending a cascade of tingles down my spine. I turned slightly, meeting his gaze, and saw the faintest smirk playing at his lips. It was a smirk that promised trouble, and I couldn’t look away. The intensity in his eyes was almost palpable, like he was daring me to break the silence.

Matt’s fingers grazed my arm as he reached for a different book, his touch lingering just a fraction longer than necessary. The contact was light but electrifying, and I could feel the warmth of his skin where he had touched me. Every brush of his hand, every shift of his body seemed deliberate, heightening my sense of anticipation.

As he leaned closer, I could see the details of his face more clearly—the way his glasses framed his striking blue eyes, the curve of his lips as he smiled. The air between us seemed charged, filled with an unspoken promise of something more. My heart was racing, each beat echoing the unspoken tension that hung between us.

I turned slightly, hoping to catch a glimpse of what was going through his mind. His eyes were locked onto mine, and there was a playful glint in them that made my breath hitch. I felt as though I was on the edge of something thrilling, something that could tip in any direction.

Matt’s hand brushed against my arm, his fingers tracing lightly along the exposed skin. The touch was feather-light, yet it sent waves of sensation through me. He was so close that I could feel the warmth of his breath mingling with mine. Every small movement, every shift of his body seemed to create a storm of anticipation and desire within me.

As he leaned in even closer, I could see the individual lashes framing his eyes, the slight crinkle at the corners of his mouth. It felt as though time was suspended, every second stretching out in a taut, breathless anticipation. I could almost feel his heartbeat, each thud synchronized with mine.

I closed my eyes for a moment, savoring the proximity, the anticipation of what might come next. I felt as though I was on the edge of something exhilarating, something that could go in any direction. I wanted to close the distance between us, to feel his lips on mine, to dissolve into that moment of intense connection.

But then, just as I was about to lean in to meet him, Matt pulled back slightly. His smirk widened into a grin, one that was both mischievous and knowing. He looked into my eyes, his gaze holding mine captive, and I could see the playful challenge in them.

With a teasing glint in his eye, he leaned in as though he was going to kiss me. My breath hitched, my heart racing in my chest. But instead of the expected kiss, his lips brushed against my ear as he whispered, “See you in class.”

His breath was warm against my skin, and the sensation made my pulse race even faster. The whisper was soft, almost intimate, but it left me hanging in a state of delicious longing. I was left breathless and yearning, every part of me aching for the contact that hadn’t come.

Matt pulled back, his smirk widening into a grin that was both knowing and tantalizing. He met my gaze one last time, and then, with a slow, deliberate stride, he walked away. The warmth of his presence lingered in the space where he had been, leaving me in a state of heated confusion and desire.

I was left sitting there, my heart still pounding, my mind a whirl of confusion and desire. The library, once a sanctuary, now felt like a cage, its quietude a stark contrast to the storm of emotions swirling inside me. I couldn’t shake the feeling of his touch, the whisper of his breath, and the promise of what could have been. As I gathered myself together, I couldn’t help but wonder what the next class would hold, and whether the intensity of this moment would linger between us, a delicious, unspoken tension that neither of us could ignore.

I was curled up on the couch, pretending to be absorbed in my phone, but in reality, my attention was on Matt as he powered through his push-ups on the living room floor. He was totally focused, brows furrowed with concentration, muscles flexing with each movement, his jaw set in that serious, determined way that always got to me. I couldn’t help it—watching him work out was way too distracting. There was just something about the way he moved, so focused and in his element, that made him look completely irresistible. It was a sight that was too good not to appreciate. I couldn’t resist watching him like he was my own personal show.

A mischievous thought crossed my mind, and I decided to act on it. I slid down from the couch and made my way onto the floor, stretching out directly beneath him as he lowered himself, meeting his eyes with a grin. He paused and his eyes widened in surprise, giving me a curious look with a raised eyebrow, a bit thrown off, but quickly figured out what I was up to. I could feel a spark of playfulness in his gaze as a smirk slowly grew upon his lips.

"Hey, handsome." I said, giving him a cheeky smile. "Mind if I hang out down here?"

"Trying to join me, or are you just here to be trouble?" he asked, his eyes sparkling with amusement.

"Me? Trouble?" I grinned, shrugging. "Just... enjoying the view."

He chuckled, shaking his head, but instead of brushing me off, he leaned down until he was just inches away from my face. As he lowered himself in his push-up, he pressed a soft, quick kiss to my lips before lifting himself back up. My heart skipped a beat.

"Oh." I murmured blinking blankly, being caught off guard. But he was already moving, and when he came down again, this time it was with a slightly longer kiss. A warm, fuzzy feeling started spreading through me, and before I knew it, I was grinning from ear to ear.

I started to laugh, feeling giddy and playful, but he stayed serious about it, like this was just part of his routine now. "Kiss breaks, huh?" I asked, but he just smirked. "Or this is a new workout technique?" I teased between the kisses, not wanting him to stop.

“Best way to stay motivated." he replied nonchalantly, his voice a low murmur. On each push-up, he came down to meet me, pressing his lips to mine, our little routine falling into a rhythm that made my heart race.

I continued to stay put, enjoying every single “rep” as he came down, giving me the sweetest, briefest little kiss each time. Each kiss was a little different, sometimes soft and quick, sometimes slower, making me forget everything else. My hands instinctively found their way to his shoulders, and I felt the warmth and strength of him under my fingers as he continued his “workout.” Somewhere between the laughter and the kisses, everything else faded away. It was just us, and the quiet, playful energy between us.

I watched Matt from under him, feeling a mix of amusement and warmth in my chest as he continued his push-ups, each one ending with a soft kiss. Every time he came down, his face was closer, his eyes holding mine just a little longer. It wasn’t just about the kisses—it was the way he looked at me, the way each kiss seemed to linger, like he wanted to savor the moment.

“Are you just going to lie there the whole time?” he murmured, his voice low, teasing but warm.

“Maybe I will.” I replied, smiling up at him. “It’s not every day I get a workout and a kiss every few seconds.”

He laughed softly, but I could tell he was feeling the same—his gaze softened as he looked at me, his smirk fading into something a bit more genuine. On his next push-up, he paused, our noses nearly touching. He didn’t go back up right away, instead staying close, as if he just wanted to soak in the moment.

“You’re trouble, you know that?” he said, his voice a little huskier.

“Oh, am I?” I whispered back, pretending to be innocent, even though we both knew I’d put myself in this exact position.

“Yeah.” he said softly, brushing his lips against mine again, but this time, he kissed me more deeply. I felt my heart race, and I reached up, wrapping my arms around his shoulders. After what felt like forever, he finally lowered himself all the way down, holding me close, his weight pressing against me, grounding me in this moment. It felt as though time had slowed down.

I lost track of how many kisses he gave me, each one sweeter and deeper than the last. From my lips to my nose, to on each side of my cheeks and then ending it on my sweet spot in the crook of my neck, nipping at the sensitive skin there leaving quite obviously a love bite that would be a reminder of this spontaneous intimate moment shared between us for the next coming days. When he finally pulled back, a smile played on his lips, his breathing a bit heavier from the workout—and maybe from everything else, too.

“Think that counts as cardio?” he whispered, brushing his thumb gently along my cheek. His breathing was heavier, and a satisfied smile was pasted upon his lips.

I breathlessly nodded, craving so much more of his touch wherever else my body had been neglected of his affectionate touch. “Maybe.” I replied, looking up at him.

“Good.” He kissed me one last time, making it clear that this new “routine” was going to be a regular thing. “I think you’re way better than any workout anyways.” he murmured, resting his forehead against mine.

I giggled, my fingers tracing lightly along his shoulder. “You say that now, but what about tomorrow when I try to distract you again?”

His laugh was soft and warm, like he could already see it happening. “I’m counting on it.” he said, grinning.

As we laid there, tangled together on the floor, I felt like nothing else mattered. It was just us, our laughter echoing softly, our hearts beating in sync, and the quiet, electric feeling surging through our bodies. My cheeks hurt from grinning so much, and his eyes sparkled as he looked down at me, clearly pleased with his new “workout routine.”

Contains: smut, unprotected piv, fingering, oral (f receiving), overstim, soft!dom! boyfriend matt x very slight dom!fem but mainly sub!fem reader

The table was laid out with turkey, stuffing, and all the trimmings, as the warm glow of the candles reflected off the polished silverware. The smell of roasted turkey and mashed potatoes filled the house, and my heart was pounding faster than it had in a long time. I’d been jittery all day, and now that Matt was here, seated across from me for Thanksgiving, I was doing my best to look calm. This was the first time he was meeting my family, and even though I knew my parents would like him, I still couldn’t shake the nerves. We’d been dating for six months, and things were getting serious, but Matt, of course, looked calm and collected. He was discussing football stats with my dad and nodding thoughtfully as my mom explained her famous stuffing recipe.

I had expected Matt to be a bit more nervous, especially when he had told me a week prior how he was worried he wouldn’t be able to impress my parents and win them over. Which of course, I rolled my eyes at and reassured him that they would absolutely adore him. But instead, Matt was as smooth and composed as ever. He’d already gotten a laugh out of my dad with a joke, and my mom was practically hanging on every word he said about his work. Just when I started to relax, feeling like maybe I’d gotten through the hard part, I felt his foot gently slide over mine under the table.

I held my breath. He didn’t look at me, just kept on with his easy smile as he answered a question about his job to my parents. His foot trailed up, tracing slow circles over my ankle, then my calf. I shot him a warning look, but he didn’t acknowledge it, his attention seemingly on my dad, who was asking him a question now. My eyes widened just a bit, and I felt the heat rise to my cheeks. But now when I glared at him, he was casually nodding along to something my mom was saying, looking so completely composed it was almost irritating.

Meanwhile, my heart was beating out of my chest. I shifted a little in my chair, hoping it looked natural. I tried to focus on the conversation, nodding along with what he was saying, but the light pressure of his foot creeping up my leg was all I could think about. Every time I tried to move away, he found me again, his touch just firm enough to be maddeningly distracting.

When I desperately tried to find his eyes, I caught him smirking—just the slightest tug at the corner of his mouth—like he knew exactly what he was doing to me. His foot slid a little higher, tracing along my calf in a gentle tease that felt almost unbearable. I shot him another look, trying to warn him to stop, but he just kept his eyes innocently fixed on my dad, as he chuckled in response to whatever the fuck they were talking about now.

“So, Matt,” my mom spoke up, cutting a piece of turkey and through my thoughts. “Do you have any special Thanksgiving traditions in your family?”

“Oh, definitely the pie-eating contests.” he said, keeping a straight face as he glanced at me just briefly, a mischievous spark in his eye as his foot moved even higher. His voice stayed steady, smooth as ever, while my pulse raced. I could feel the heat spreading through my cheeks as I tried to keep my breathing even. Giving me the faintest wink, he added, “I come from a very competitive family.” He chuckled, and my mom laughed along, clearly charmed by him. He leaned forward, his voice dropping just slightly, just enough for me to feel the weight in his words. “I’m always up for a little friendly competition. Makes things… exciting.” His gaze flicked over to me, just for a second, and the look he gave me was full of that teasing, almost wicked confidence.

Meanwhile, I was desperately trying to keep myself together. It was like he’d perfected this art of being able to split his focus—having a genuine conversation with my family while somehow driving me absolutely crazy at the same time. It felt like he was daring me to react, testing how much he could push me without anyone noticing. Every brush of his foot against my thigh was a challenge. I bit down on my lip, focusing hard on not giving him the satisfaction of seeing me squirm.

Finally, I felt like I couldn’t handle it anymore. I gave him a little kick under the table, trying to stop him. He looked over at me with this mock surprise, raising an eyebrow just slightly, as if to say, Did you need something? But his foot didn’t stop.

I clenched my hands under the table, swallowing hard as he slid his foot higher, almost unbearably close now. Somehow, he managed to keep his attention fully on my parents, nodding thoughtfully as my dad launched into a story about a fishing trip, even throwing in a follow-up question, as if he weren’t completely tormenting me under the table.

I tried to shake him off, nudging his foot back with what I hoped was a subtle movement. He only smirked, leaning back with a look of perfect innocence. I couldn’t take it anymore. I shot him a desperate look, one that I hoped said enough.

But he just gave me that maddening little grin, barely a twitch of his lips, like he knew exactly the effect he was having on me. It took everything I had not to gasp when he pressed just a bit higher. I grabbed my water glass, hoping it would disguise the flush I could feel spreading over my cheeks. I could hardly hear my mom’s voice over the pounding in my ears.

After what felt like an eternity, my mom finally announced it was time for dessert. I got up so quickly I nearly knocked my chair over, hoping the movement would break whatever hold he had on me. As I passed him, he reached out, just barely brushing his fingers over my hand, sending a last little thrill through me that had me feeling unsteady.

When I glanced back, he gave me one more of those smirks. Leaning in close enough so no one else could hear, he whispered, “Couldn’t keep a straight face, could you?”

I felt a shiver run through me as I leaned closer. “You have no idea what you’re in for.” I whispered back, smiling sweetly, knowing full well that two could play this game.

I took a deep breath and tried to collect myself as I helped my mom carry the dishes to the kitchen. The cool air in there helped calm my nerves just a bit, but all it took was one glance back at Matt, still sitting at the table with that maddeningly calm expression, and the butterflies in my stomach stirred up again. The man was impossible.

As I reached for the dessert plates, I felt my mom’s hand on my arm. “He’s a good one.” she said quietly, nodding toward Matt. “You look happy, honey.”

If she only knew half of it. I forced a smile, managing a quick nod. “Yeah, he’s… he’s great.”

When I came back out to the dining room, Matt was leaning back in his chair, looking right at me. The second our eyes met, he raised an eyebrow, and there was that spark again, that silent challenge. This time, I didn’t look away. He wanted to play games? Fine. I could play too.

I set a slice of pumpkin pie in front of him, and as I leaned over, I let my hand brush just a little too close to his, making sure he could feel the subtle brush of my fingers. The corner of his mouth curved into that familiar smirk, but he didn’t say a word, just looked up at me with that knowing gleam in his eye.

Taking my seat across from him, I slid my foot out of my shoe, and slowly pressed it against his ankle, letting my toes trace along his leg under the table, inching up the way he’d done to me. His jaw tightened just a fraction, but his expression remained casual as ever.

“So, Matt,” I said, keeping my voice smooth. “What’s your favorite pie? Pumpkin, apple, pecan?”

“Oh, I’m not picky.” he said smoothly, his gaze intense as he looked at me. “I like anything that has a little kick to it.” His voice was soft, barely above a murmur, but the words sent a thrill through me. It was like we were having a completely different conversation under the surface, one that only we knew about.

I didn’t stop. My foot moved up his leg, my fingers toying with my fork as I looked him straight in the eyes, challenging him to break. I saw the tension in his shoulders, the way he paused just a fraction before taking his next bite of pie. My parents were talking about something—something about plans for the weekend—but Matt and I barely seemed to notice. All that mattered was the current between us, that electric pulse that made everything else fade into the background.

Then, just as he reached across the table to pass my dad the whipped cream, I gave a gentle but deliberate press with my foot, tracing up just enough to push him. His hand stilled, and he cleared his throat, that cool demeanor cracking just a bit. His eyes flashed, and I knew I’d finally gotten to him.

“Are you okay, Matt?” my dad asked, noticing his slight hesitation.

“Yeah.” he said, flashing a charming smile that looked a little forced, though only I could tell. “Guess I just, uh, lost my balance for a second.”

“Oh, I can imagine.” I murmured, trying to suppress a grin. He shot me a look—something fierce and dark and brimming with that quiet intensity that always made me feel like I was the only person in the room.

After dessert, as everyone headed to the living room, he found me alone in the hallway. He caught my arm, pulling me close enough that I could feel the heat radiating off him. “You think you’re clever, don’t you?” he murmured, his voice low and husky.

I tilted my head up, meeting his gaze. “I don’t think,” I whispered back. “I know.”

His eyes darkened, and for a second, I thought he might kiss me right there, consequences be damned. Instead, he leaned in, his breath warm against my ear. “Just wait until I get you alone.” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper, but it sent a shiver through me that made my knees go weak.

I pulled back, giving him a sweet smile, one that I knew would drive him crazy. “Promises, promises.” I whispered, brushing past him rolling my eyes, leaving him there in the hallway. 

I felt a pulse of excitement rush through me as I walked away, feeling his gaze on my back, hot and unyielding. My heart pounded as I joined my family in the living room, and it took all my focus to act as if nothing had just happened. I could feel the lingering warmth from Matt’s words in my ear, and the promise that lay beneath them kept me on edge, like a live wire buzzing under my skin.

Matt took his time before joining us. When he did, he slid in smoothly beside me on the couch, his thigh brushing against mine, sending that familiar jolt through me. Every little touch felt charged, loaded with a tension I wasn’t sure I could keep handling in front of everyone. But I kept my face neutral, knowing he was waiting for any sign that I was flustered.

My dad picked up the conversation again, asking Matt more about his job, and Matt effortlessly launched into a detailed explanation. But his hand drifted, subtle and slow, resting on the back of the couch just behind me. His fingers brushed the bare skin of my neck, light as a whisper, but enough to make my pulse skip.

I gave him a small nudge, hoping he’d get the message, but he just looked down at me, an innocent smile on his face. “Something wrong?” he asked softly, his voice barely above a murmur. Only I could hear the teasing in it, the edge that made my breath catch.

“No, nothing at all.” I replied, my voice steady, even as he let his fingers drift down the curve of my shoulder. I tried to focus on my parents’ conversation, but every touch, every slight graze of his hand against my skin, made it impossible to think straight. He was relentless, testing my every boundary, making it feel like the room was ours alone.

At one point, his fingers trailed down my arm, his thumb brushing softly over my wrist, and I couldn’t stop the shiver that ran through me. He noticed, of course, and I could see the satisfaction in his eyes, that subtle gleam that told me he knew exactly what he was doing.

Eventually, my mom stood up and announced it was time to start cleaning up, pulling my dad with her to give us a little time alone in the living room. I shot her a grateful smile, even though I knew she had no idea what she’d just set in motion.

As soon as they were out of sight, Matt turned to me, his expression shifting from playful to intense in an instant. His hand slid down to rest on my thigh, his fingers warm through the fabric. “You’re a menace.” he murmured, his gaze never leaving mine.

“Am I?” I whispered back, the thrill in my voice undeniable.

He nodded, his hand inching higher, his eyes dark with that fierce determination that had me breathless. “Do you have any idea what you’ve put me through tonight?”

I leaned in, letting my lips brush against his ear. “Payback.” I murmured, barely able to keep the teasing tone in my voice. But the second I said it, he tightened his grip, his thumb tracing slow, maddening circles on my leg.

“Be careful with payback.” he said softly, his voice carrying that dangerous edge that made my heart race. “You might get more than you bargained for.”

I held his gaze, my pulse thundering, the anticipation building so intensely I could barely breathe. The air between us felt electric, humming with an unspoken promise. I could see it in his eyes—he was daring me to keep pushing him, to see how far I could go before he’d finally break.

Before I could respond, I heard my mom’s voice coming from the kitchen, calling us back to help with the dishes. I closed my eyes, exhaling slowly, trying to steady myself. When I looked at him again, he was grinning, that wicked look in his eyes making it clear this was far from over.

I stood, giving him a lingering look. “After we finish up here,” I said softly, just for him. “Then we’ll see who’s in trouble.”

His gaze turned smoldering, his expression promising all the things he couldn’t say in front of my family. “Oh, I’m looking forward to it.” he replied, his voice barely a whisper but heavy with intent.

The rest of the evening passed in a haze. We helped clean up, exchanged stories with my family, all while keeping that charged, unbreakable thread between us, pulling tighter with every shared glance, every accidental brush of his hand. By the time we were finally ready to leave, I was barely holding it together.

As we stepped outside into the cool night air, he turned to me, eyes blazing, that teasing grin gone, replaced by something darker, fiercer. He reached for me, his hand warm as it slipped around my waist, pulling me close. And before I could catch my breath, his lips were on mine, fierce and unrelenting, finally giving in to the tension that had been building all night.

When he pulled back, his voice was a low, rough whisper. “Still think you’re winning?”

I smiled, breathless, my fingers tangled in his shirt. “Maybe.” I whispered back, a thrill running through me. “But I’ll let you try to change my mind.”

And as he took my hand, leading me to the car, I knew neither of us would be holding back anymore.

We drove in a comfortable silence, the tension between us still humming just beneath the surface. Every now and then, I’d catch him glancing over, that familiar smirk tugging at his lips, but he kept his eyes mostly on the road. I wanted to say something witty, something that would keep our playful rivalry going, but the closer we got to my apartment, the harder it became to keep my thoughts straight.

When we finally pulled up, I barely had time to unbuckle my seatbelt before he was out of the car and opening my door, his gaze intense and unwavering. He took my hand, helping me out with a gentleness that contrasted with the tension still thrumming between us. It felt like every touch, every look was charged, the air thick with all the things we hadn’t said.

Inside, I closed the door behind us, the silence feeling almost louder now. Matt stepped closer, his eyes dark, searching mine. I could feel the warmth radiating off him, and my heart started racing all over again.

“Now that we’re alone…” His voice was low, that edge of teasing softened into something more serious, and he reached up, brushing a strand of hair from my face. His fingers lingered, his gaze tracing over my features as though he were memorizing every detail.

“You’ve had this planned all night, haven’t you?” I whispered, half-smiling, though my voice wavered just a bit.

He nodded, his thumb brushing over my cheek. “Maybe. But you didn’t exactly make it easy on me.” His smirk returned, but there was something softer in his eyes. “You’re sneaky, you know that?”

The playfulness between us faded into something deeper, a warmth that made my heart skip. I reached up, sliding my arms around his neck, pulling him down until our foreheads touched. “Well, maybe I like keeping you on your toes.” I murmured, closing the last bit of space between us.

This kiss was softer, slower than before. There was no need to rush, no need for the teasing push and pull we’d been playing at all night. It was as though we were finally letting down every wall, every layer of flirtation and rivalry, just to be with each other.

When we finally pulled apart, I felt myself smiling, my heart so full it was almost overwhelming. We didn’t need words. It was enough just to be here, in this quiet moment, with everything we needed right in front of us.

Matt held me close, his arms wrapped around me as if he never wanted to let go. We stood like that for a while, just breathing each other in, the warmth of his embrace making me feel safe, steady, like nothing else mattered.

Eventually, he leaned back, looking at me with a softness that I didn’t see often but that always made me feel like I was seeing something secret, something just for me. He reached up, tracing his thumb gently along my jaw, his eyes filled with so much warmth it made my heart swell.

“You know,” he said softly. “Meeting your family tonight… it meant a lot to me.”

I felt a smile tug at my lips. “They loved you, Matt. I could see it in the way my mom kept laughing at your stories and the way my dad kept trying to learn more about you. They don’t do that for just anyone.”

He chuckled, his fingers playing with a strand of my hair. “Good to know. I’ll admit, I was nervous… until I saw you.”

I arched an eyebrow, my smile widening. “You? Nervous?”

His grin was sheepish. “Yeah, well, maybe not nervous in the usual way. I just wanted to make a good impression, for you.” He paused, taking my hand, his thumb brushing lightly over my knuckles. “I wanted them to see how much you mean to me.”

Hearing him say that, so openly, made my heart skip a beat. I tightened my hold on his hand, feeling a mix of emotions I hadn’t expected tonight. “You’re good at making impressions.” I whispered. “Maybe a little too good, honestly.”

He laughed, the sound low and warm, and he pulled me close again. “Well, in that case, I’d say it’s mission accomplished.”

The moment hung between us, heavy and unbreakable. I could see it in his eyes—a simmering intensity that hadn’t dimmed, even after tonight. My heart raced, and my breath felt shallow, the air thick with something between anticipation and need. Without another word, he leaned in, his lips finding mine, this time fiercer, as if all the tension of the night had finally snapped and there was no holding back anymore.

He lifted me, his hands strong and certain, guiding me until my back met the wall. His mouth trailed down my jaw, his breath warm against my skin, each kiss sending waves of heat through me. I held onto him, feeling as though the entire world had narrowed to this moment, this man, here with me.

His fingers found mine, lacing through them, pinning my hands against the wall as he leaned in closer, his breath ragged. His eyes met mine, and I saw that same look he’d had across the dinner table—dark, unyielding, daring me, but there was something deeper now, raw and undeniable. It was like every look, every tease tonight had built to this, a slow burn that had finally erupted into flames.

I pulled him closer, feeling his heartbeat pounding as fiercely as mine, our breaths mixing in the silence of the room. Every touch, every kiss felt charged, and I was lost in it, in him, forgetting everything else, only aware of this intensity between us.

He whispered my name, low and rough, sending a shiver through me. And as we moved together, I realized I’d never felt this alive, this completely consumed. 

We stayed close, our breaths gradually slowing as the intensity between us softened into something warm, steady, and real. In that quiet moment, the passion between us gave way to a deep, comfortable silence. I could feel his heartbeat slowly calming under my hand, matching my own.

Matt placed me down on my feet again and looked at me, his hand gently brushing my cheek, his touch lingering in a way that made me feel grounded, secure. He held my gaze, his eyes softer than I’d ever seen them. “You really do mean everything to me.” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. The words hung in the air, simple yet carrying a weight that went beyond anything he’d said before.

I felt a lump form in my throat, warmth spreading through me. His vulnerability touched me deeply, making me feel like I was glimpsing a side of him he rarely showed. I wrapped my arms around him, pulling him close, and buried my face in his shoulder, feeling overwhelmed by a mix of gratitude and happiness.

We stayed like that for a while, wrapped in each other, letting the quiet speak louder than words. It felt like a moment that would last forever—a moment of pure connection, something that went beyond attraction or affection. This was trust, comfort, something that felt like home.

As the moment of sentiment faded, a charged silence settled between us again, heavier this time, thick with an undercurrent of desire. I pulled away, but my body was still molded against his and I could feel the heat radiating from Matt. His eyes darkened as he looked at me, a fierce intensity igniting something deep within me.

Before I could think, I leaned in, capturing his lips with mine once more. This kiss was deeper, more urgent, as if we were both aware of the unspoken tension that had been building all night. His hands slid to my hips, gripping me tight but firm, his touch igniting every nerve within me. I lost myself in him, the world outside fading away, our surroundings disappearing as we pressed against each other.

His mouth moved against mine with a ferocity that sent a thrill through me, a spark that ignited a fire deep in my core. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him even closer as I felt the warmth of his body against mine. Every kiss was a promise, each moment drawing us closer, the intensity swirling between us like a storm.

Matt’s hands roamed up my back, his fingers tracing my spine, making me shiver with pleasure. I responded by deepening the kiss, my body arching toward him, craving more. His lips traveled to my jaw, then down my neck, sending electric sensations through me. I could feel the heat rising, my skin tingling where his mouth touched.

“God, you’re incredible.” he breathed against my skin, and I felt a rush of heat at his words, my breath hitching in response. The combination of his voice and the way he touched me sent me into a dizzying haze, leaving me wanting more.

“Matt…” I whispered, my voice barely a breath as I tilted my head back, exposing more of my neck to him. He took the invitation, his lips trailing back up, kissing and teasing as he moved back to my mouth.

Our kisses grew more desperate, as though we were both trying to capture the moment, to solidify what was happening between us. I could feel his heart racing against my chest, matching the rhythm of my own. The world outside ceased to exist; it was just us, lost in this embrace.

He pulled away slightly, looking into my eyes, his breath mingling with mine, his expression intense. “Are you sure?” he asked, his voice low and gravelly, filled with a mix of desire and concern.

I nodded, my heart pounding in my chest. “Yes. I want this. I want you.”

With that, he captured my lips again, his kiss deepening, his hands gripping my waist as he pressed me against the wall. I melted into him, every kiss igniting more passion, more urgency. He pulled me closer, our bodies fitting together as if they were made for one another. The intensity of our connection enveloped us, and I lost track of time as we kissed.

The kiss became more frantic, as if we were trying to consume each other whole. My hands tangled in Matt's hair, tugging him closer as his mouth moved against mine with an insatiable urgency. Each touch ignited sparks that raced through my body, setting my skin ablaze. I could feel the heat radiating between us, a magnetic pull that was impossible to resist.

As I pressed against him, I felt the firm muscle of his chest, the warmth of his body against mine, and it made my heart race even faster. He responded by tightening his grip around my waist, lifting me slightly as if to pull me even deeper into him, making me feel weightless and utterly alive.

His kisses trailed down my neck again, sending shivers coursing through me, and I gasped softly, my head tilting back against the wall. “Matt…” I breathed, feeling completely vulnerable yet exhilarated, every nerve ending on high alert.

“You’re so breathtaking.” he murmured against my skin, his voice rough with desire. It sent a wave of warmth flooding through me, and I pulled him back to me, needing more of him, wanting to taste that intensity again. 

As his lips met mine once more, I felt him press me harder against the wall, our bodies fitting together perfectly, the world outside slipping further away. I could taste the sweetness of his breath, the warmth of his mouth, and I lost myself in the sensations—each kiss was a new exploration, a new promise.

His hands roamed down my sides, exploring every curve as if memorizing every inch of me. I pressed myself closer, feeling the heat radiating from him, wanting nothing more than to close the distance entirely. He trailed his fingers by the edge of the sweetheart neckline of my dress, hesitating for just a heartbeat, as if checking in with me.

“Please.” I whispered, my voice barely above a breath, the single word filled with all the longing and trust I had in him.

With a low, growling sound of approval, he pushed the sleeves past my shoulders exposing my skin to the cool air and his warm hands. The contrast sent a jolt through me, and I gasped, my body arching instinctively into his touch. He leaned down, pressing soft kisses against my collarbone, trailing his lips down to the delicate curve of my shoulder, igniting my skin wherever he touched.

The heat between us intensified, wrapping around us like a blanket, leaving no space for doubt or hesitation. I felt alive in a way I’d never experienced, caught in the swell of passion and the deepening connection we were forging with every kiss, every touch.

His hands moved with purpose, exploring, caressing, and I could feel every heartbeat thudding between us, our desires intertwined as he lifted me slightly, my legs wrapping around his waist instinctively. He held me firmly, his breath ragged against my skin as he took a moment to look at me, his eyes dark and filled with an intensity that made my heart race.

“Just tell me if you want to slow down.” he murmured, his voice low and steady, grounding me even as my body felt like it was on fire.

“I don’t want to slow down.” I replied, my voice filled with certainty as I shook my head. I wanted this—every moment, every touch—and I was ready for whatever came next.

With a deep, primal sound, he captured my lips again, and everything else faded away. In that moment, nothing existed outside of us, our hearts and bodies entwined, lost in the depths of our desire.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him back, letting him dictate the pace as our mouths moved slowly but passionately against each other's. Matt groaned quietly against my mouth when I ran my fingers through his hair and then he pressed me closer to him when I tugged at the roots just a little. His tongue slid inside my mouth, and it was me who moaned against him this time, my body feeling hot up against his own.

My chest ached, as my lungs fought me for any intake of oxygen, but I didn't care. I pulled him by his shirt and kissed him with everything I had, making sure he understood how badly I wanted him tonight.

Matt groaned into my mouth once more, his hand at my cheek moving towards my neck as his thumb brushed against my jaw and his tongue slid sensually against mine. His kiss was skillful and confident much like the man himself that I very much loved.

Matt suddenly pulled away from me, not before tugging at my bottom lip with his teeth and letting it bounce back. We both breathed heavily, with our foreheads touching and our eyes closed as we held onto each other. His hand at my waist burned through the material of my dress, his touch welcomed and wanted desperately at this point.

Matt's lips brushed under my jaw and followed in a teasing glide down my neck. His tongue pressed down against my sweet spot just as he sucked down onto it. My hand at his shirt gripped hard and I bit my lip as a shallow breath left me as he used his hand to slide up and down my waist.

I wanted him so badly.

"Your skin is so soft." he rasped against my neck and I shivered, my lips parting into a breathless moan at the sound of his voice. God, his voice could turn me to mush when he wanted it to and right now was definitely one of those moments. "I can't get enough of you..." he whispered, his breath warm against my throat as his thumb swept across my bottom lip.

He carried me effortlessly, his strength evident as he navigated through our apartment, my legs still wrapped around his waist. The thrill of it all sent shivers down my spine, each heartbeat thrumming with anticipation. I shamelessly began to rock my hips against him, creating the most delicious friction between us. A whimper left me as I felt myself get ignited from the spark that my movements had caused. Hearing Matt groan in response, made me grow more desperate by the second to quickly remove the barrier that our clothes had become, keeping us from being skin to skin.  We reached the bedroom, and he kicked the door closed behind us, cutting off the world outside.

The dim light casted shadows across the room, but it was enough to illuminate the intensity in his gaze. He set me down gently on the bed, but the moment I felt the cool sheets against my skin, he was right there, leaning over me, his presence overwhelming in the best way. His eyes locked on mine as if he was searching for any sign of hesitation. But there was none; all I felt was a deep, throbbing need for him.

“I need you.” I breathed, reaching forward to hook my finger onto his thin silver chain that dangled above me, pulling him closer, confirming that without any doubt I wanted him to devour me tonight.

With that, he captured my mouth again, his kiss igniting something primal within me. My fingers found their way to his hair, tugging gently as he leaned into me, his body pressing against mine, heat radiating from him. The kiss became a dance of urgency and longing, each movement intensifying the fire that burned between us.

Suddenly, I felt a bit daring. With both hands, I pushed him back slightly causing Matt to look at me with a raised eyebrow. When he saw a sly grin spread across my lips, his expression relaxed and he licked his lips waiting to see what I had planned. I got up from the bed and pressed down on his shoulder so he could sit down on the edge of the mattress instead. He stared up at me as I stood between his legs, his hand on my waist firm but soft as he touched me across my hips in small circles. I held my hands against his shoulder, my eyes locked onto his as the tension between us continued to grow further with the only exception to silence being our heavy breathing.

I leaned down and cupped his jaw as my thumbs stroked across his skin as I brought my lips against his and kissed him, with the same passion I knew he felt between us too. Matt breathed in sharply, his soft call of my name against my lips echoing in my ears as I moved my lips against his. His moaning doubled the ache inciting between my legs when I slid my tongue in his mouth.

We continued like this, our mouths never stopping from kissing the other as the heat between us continued to grow to scorching levels that had us panting against each other's mouths. It was like we were both in a race that we didn't want to finish.

Matt's hand slipped under the skirt of my dress, and came up to the back of my knees as he trailed them up teasingly slow. I shivered at his touch, a moan leaving my lips as the cool touch of the metal around his fingers came into contact with my heated skin.

"Damn those rings." I whispered breathless and Matt arched a brow as he smirked knowingly at me.

"I know you like them." he said quietly, his tone adding to the desire present within me as he now trailed both of his hands across my thighs, those fingertips gradually and dangerously reaching close to where I needed him the most. He ran his tongue over his teeth before taking his lower lip between them as he continued to stare at me.

I had to pull away and take a step back because it was overwhelming being watched by Matt like this. But he seemed to have not liked the space I left between us even for a mere moment, because he stood up almost immediately and grabbed the zipper of my dress, and before I could fathom or blink properly, he molded his body against mine just as the fabric slipped past my body and pooled around my feet. Matt’s hands roamed down my sides, exploring my curves as he took his time, savoring every moment. His tongue darted out to lick his lower lip and I felt my body warm up from the appreciative way he looked at me. 

As his body pressed into mine, the heat rising between us felt electric. The cool air sent goosebumps over my body, and I could feel his gaze raking over me, a mix of desire and admiration that made my heart race. “You’re stunning.” he breathed, and the way he said it made me feel more than just beautiful; it made me feel cherished.

He trailed his fingers over my waist, down my thighs, and then back up, creating a wave of sensation that left me breathless. I arched into him, craving more, wanting to feel every inch of him against me. With each kiss, each caress, I could feel the heat pooling in my core, a delicious ache that demanded release, and I pushed against him, wanting him closer.

He broke the kiss, his lips moving down my neck, kissing and nibbling along the sensitive skin, eliciting soft gasps from me. “You’re so beautiful.” he murmured against my skin, and the sincerity in his voice made my heart flutter and my eyes well up. I felt vulnerable yet powerful under his gaze, every touch electrifying.

Still with my lust for him still raging inside of me, I eased him back down onto the bed and crawled on top of him until I straddled his hips with my thighs. My hands inched their way up to his chest as I pressed a sensual kiss under his jaw that made him groan against me. I began to work the buttons of his shirt open, my fingers tugged at each one until I was halfway there and his skin came into sight.

As our bodies were pressed together, I felt a rush of exhilaration mixed with a hint of nervousness. The connection between us was electric, and the anticipation of what was to come sent shivers down my spine. Matt's hands roamed my sides, fingers dancing over my skin, igniting every nerve as I leaned into him, craving his warmth.

With a playful smirk, I kissed him again, this time slower, teasingly. I could feel the heat radiating from him, his body responding to every brush of my lips, every soft gasp I released. Our breaths mingled, creating a rhythm that matched the pounding of my heart.

“Okay, it's your turn to keep up.” I teased, a mischievous glint in my eyes.

Matt grinned, his hands gripping my waist as he pulled me closer, our bodies perfectly aligned. I could feel the heat of his desire against me, and it only fueled my own. His lips found my neck, trailing soft kisses that made my breath hitch, and I leaned back into him, surrendering to the sensations flooding my senses.

“Fuck, you’re so intoxicating.” he murmured against my skin, his breath sending shivers down my spine. I felt powerful, caught in this beautiful moment of shared vulnerability and desire.

With renewed confidence, I began to explore him. I was so into him, his body, and his mind that I knew before I even did it, he was just as desperate as me, for me to touch him. My thoughts were confirmed correct the second my lips touched the center of his chest. A sharp hiss left his mouth and his body tensed underneath mine, setting off a fire inside me that made a groan of my own leave my lips as I continued to travel my way down.

I drew in a sharp breath as my tongue flicked out to trace down his stomach, the soft muscle tensing against me as I peeled away Matt's shirt, so it's out of my way. I heard him groan quietly, his chest rising and falling quickly as he propped himself up on his elbows to watch me kiss him reverently. Each kiss of mine was a silent gesture, showing how much I loved him and how much he meant to me.

My hands moved down his chest, tracing the lines of his body. I reveled in the way he responded to my touch, each sigh and moan pushing me further into a whirlwind of sensation. I could feel him tightening beneath me, the heat radiating from him becoming more intense.

“Matt.” I whispered, my voice thick with desire. “I want you.”

He bit his lip and with his eyes locked on mine, he removed his shirt the rest of the way with his upper body now completely bare. 

I proceeded to gently bite down onto the top of his pants as my hand slid up his thigh and before I reached forward to touch him, he yanked me up by my arms and crushed his lips against mine in a fierce kiss that made my head spin, and my breath rushed out of me. I moaned against his mouth as I was brought back onto his lap with his hand pushing down on my lower back, to bring me flush against him and to have our chests mold together.

I could feel the tension building between us, a sweet ache that threatened to consume me. The way he held me, the way he kissed me—it was as if we were both trying to bridge the gap between our bodies and souls. And in that moment, nothing else mattered.

I cupped his jaw with one hand and used the other to pull at his hair as he used his hands to stroke across my lower back, his touch being so soft and gentle which made an indescribable emotion swell inside of me and my lips part away to release a gasp.

As I shifted my weight, feeling him beneath me, I took a breath, ready to take the next step. I could sense his anticipation mirroring mine, an electric current flowing between us. Our lips stayed near each other's, the both of us breathing heavily as the seconds ticked by and his hand finally reached the clasp of my bra. With his eyes locked onto mine and with a subtle nod from me, Matt snapped his fingers against the lace constricting me and it gave away, leaving my breasts now free for him to do as he pleased.

"You're so beautiful." his warm breath hit my neck as he whispered into my ear. His tone gentle, but laced with desire.

"Matt." I whispered back, swallowing the dry lump in my throat as I stared back at him. My hands rested on his chest as I tilted my head to brush a kiss under his jaw. I had also begun to trail my fingers down slowly, until I was met with the button of his pants.

My heart thudded hard inside my chest and my breaths kept getting caught, but I still continued to kiss him taking his soft grunts as the green light to what I was doing, was right. Matt groaned again when I lowered my hips and felt his bulge press against the apex of my thighs, as I gently rocked my hips against him. His hand grabbed my hip to guide me on him, while his other hand moved forward to cup one of my breasts to tantalize it with his thumb.

"Oh God." I breathed out as my body tingled with pleasure due to the touch of his hands on me. "Matt..."

He wrapped his arm around me, one arm banding across my hip while the other continued to touch me across my chest, tugging and teasing until I was panting and rocking my core steadily onto the growing bulge straining against his pants. My lips parted as I moaned softly into his ear when his tongue traced across my breasts, his touch being light until he drew each of the stiffened peaks on my breasts into his mouth and sucked on it. The feeling of his tongue gliding across my heated skin, sent the pulse between my legs to grow into a fierce ache that made my thighs clench against his hips.

I was panting with need, my hand now tugging at his hair to hold him close as I continued to stroke against him through the material of his pants. My hips rolled to their own accord with each groan he let out, spurring me further on as he lavished each of my breasts with equal amounts of attention.

I wanted to scream at the feeling of his mouth against my body, but I remained quiet and instead enjoyed the way he worshipped my body with his lips and hands.

Tension gripped his body underneath mine, his skin being feverishly hot. Matt growled against my skin when I attempted to undo the button of his pants. In mere seconds I went from being on top of him to being underneath him, his body now hovering above mine as I wrapped my legs around his hips.

"You don't know how badly I want you." he whispered above my lips, silencing me with his mouth pressing onto mine. His need for me was clear as he slipped his tongue into my mouth and kissed me deeply, with his own breaths mixing with my own and filling my lungs. My senses heightened and my mind spun as I angled my head and kissed him sincerely.

I wanted him so much too, that it began to hurt to.

Matt's hands ran up and down my spine, his touch trembling and restless. When he groaned against my neck, my sex clenched in response, and I bit down hard onto my lower lip as my head tilted back and my hands clenched at the sheets.

"Touch me… please." I moaned softly, my back arching when his hands gripped my hips and smoothed across the hem of my underwear, his fingers scorching hot against my skin. Matt's mouth kissed a path under my jaw and down my neck. His tongue licked across the sensitive spots and sucked down wherever he could as he pressed himself against me and rocked his hips over my heated core. We both moaned at the contact, the undeniable chemistry between us never ceasing.

He sank to his knees at the opposite end of my bed and spread my legs apart, with his fingers trailing up and across my inner thighs until he was touching the edges of my underwear yet again. I bent my elbows and watched him, my throat constricting at the adoring look in his eyes when he watched me. "Let's take these off." he murmured and I nodded in response, lifting my hips for him to pull the lace material down my legs and toss them across the room. "Fuck..." he breathed out, his eyes latching onto the newly exposed area of my body.

I blushed from head to toe, feeling exposed and raw as I laid there naked underneath his gaze. Still, I opened my legs a little more, my body so aroused that I felt myself tremble at just the slightest touch of his hands. One of Matt's hands fell across my hip and he began to rub soothing circles onto it.

"You're so wet for me." he murmured, his gaze lowering to between my legs as he licked his lips.

"Shut up." I whispered, scandalized by him and his words despite the tender edge laced into them. "Oh." I suddenly whimpered when his fingers slid between my legs and rubbed at my center. My own arousal made me slick for his touch that it made my eyes close tightly and my lips tremble.

Matt groaned against my inner thigh and his finger slid into me nice and slow. He pulled out and then thrusted back inside me gently as my back arched and I clenched around him. He didn't say anything but heavily breathed against my sex as he continued to pump into me steadily, and drove my insides alight with pleasurable tremors.

This man had amazing hands and I hated them and loved them, all at the same time.

I was panting for him, my hips pushing against the force of his finger pushing in and out of me as his thumb circled against my center, slick and hot. "Matt... Oh my God."

I had never been so turned on in my life to the point where I felt mindless, as if I was floating in a cloud that would suddenly evaporate and drop me into a crushing orgasm that would break me apart.

He quickened his pace slightly, his finger now pulling out to push back in with a second finger. I moaned louder, my hips seeking and rolling into his hand as I cried out his name breathlessly. I was trembling as I was reaching the brink of my orgasm.

"Come for me sweetheart... let go." he breathed hard, his thumb rubbing across my center at the same time his fingers curled inside me and scissored against each other. My legs shook, my back arched, and I cried out as the rush of an orgasm hit me hard, an intense wave rolling across me as I found my release.

Searing pleasure pulsed through me and beyond my own moans, I heard Matt mumble something about me being beautiful and loving how I came for him so helplessly. My body softened once he helped me ride through my orgasm and through the haze in my mind, I noticed him standing up before me and unbuttoning his pants as he slipped out of his shoes.

"Come here." I said to him. Matt's hands at his zipper paused and he nodded, moving closer to me. His hands were replaced with my own as I peeled off his pants and his underwear in one swift pull, revealing all of him to me.

My mouth dried up and my tongue darted out to lick my lips. Matt watched me as I took his length in my hand and stroked him from root to tip gently, my hand caressing his silky hot skin as he hissed out a sharp breath. My thumb rubbed against the top and I swiped the clear drop of arousal over him and my hand at his hip tightened. "Wait… stop." his breaths came out strained. He closed his hand over my own to stroke one last time before he pulled my hand away and started to move forward and towards me.

I moved back onto the bed, my head now hitting the pillows as he settled himself against me, our throbbing sexes barely touching. His hands slid up my body after he pulled my shoes off of my feet, until he cupped my cheeks and pressed a soft, tender kiss onto my lips. His weight pressed down upon me and I could feel the heat radiating from him, the hard muscles of his body juxtaposed with the softness of the sheets beneath me.  His lips met mine again, and the kiss turned urgent once more, a primal hunger building between us.

With a newfound intensity, he began kissing down my body, trailing hot kisses down my neck, along my collarbone, and further still, igniting my skin with each touch. I gasped as he reached the swell of my breasts once again, his hands exploring every curve, making me arch into him, craving more of his warmth.

“Matt.” I whispered, my voice shaky with need, pulling him back up to me, wanting to feel his weight against me once more. He obliged, capturing my lips again, but the urgency in his kisses was palpable, a wild, untamed hunger that sent shivers down my spine.

The moment hung in the air, thick with tension and anticipation. Matt's kisses deepened again, the urgency between us growing more desperate, more fervent. My fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as my body instinctively pressed against his. The heat radiating from him was intoxicating, every touch igniting a fire within me that demanded more.

With a soft growl, he pulled away just enough to look into my eyes, his gaze dark and filled with a hunger that mirrored my own. "This okay?" he whispered above my lips and I nodded slowly, swallowing thickly. There was no holding back now; everything we had built tonight led us to this moment. His fingers moved to touch my opening again, and his fingers circled against my center.

I began to tremble from the sensitivity still there, but my body burned for him with desire. He groaned at the same time I did when he took himself in his hand, to rub the tip against my slick sex, the friction making my legs tremble at his hips and wrap around him tight.

With his lips pressed against mine and his kiss deepening further, he eased inside of me, him filling me slowly as I cried out his name into his mouth. Matt moaned loudly, his own restraint tested when he pushed in inch after inch all the way until his hips were flush against mine.

With careful deliberation, he began to explore me again, trailing his lips down my neck and across my collarbone. His hands moved with confidence, caressing every inch of my body, igniting every nerve. I arched into him, the heat pooling deeper, and I felt every sensation magnified, every kiss, every touch sending me further into bliss.

“God, you feel amazing.” he murmured, his breath hot against my skin as he took his time, savoring the moment, exploring every curve and contour. I felt like a canvas he was painting with his touch, his kisses, and I reveled in the attention, the intimacy.

I tugged him back up to me, pulling him close, my heart racing as our bodies connected fully. He responded instantly, shifting his weight to press against me, the heat between us palpable, electric. The urgency returned, and our kisses grew deeper, more frantic, as if we were both trying to lose ourselves in one another.

"Look at me." he breathed out a deep groan as his lips pulled away from mine, his forehead resting on mine. The rising and falling of his chest echoed against my own as he cupped my jaw and made me look at him. I arched my back and dragged myself across every inch of him as he pulled back and then pushed into me slowly, but hard at the same time.

Loving the feeling of him inside of me, I wrapped my arms around his tense back and scored my nails across his skin with each deep stroke he rolled his length inside me with. His breath was rushing out of his mouth with every plunge of his length, and I moaned at the feel of him.

I arched my hips, moving them in sync with his movement, savoring the pleasure he gave me slowly. My thighs, stomach, and core tightened with every lift of my hips and every clench of myself taking him deeper.

"Oh... fuck." I gasped into his mouth that hovered over mine, my nails digging into his lower back and I pushed up whilst he thrusted into me once again. His breath hissed out and he lifted his hands above my head and held onto my sheets tight as he rocked himself further into me, each inch stroking my sensitive sex from the inside out. "It feels... so good." I moaned quietly, my hips arching and grinding against him as he kept moving, his pace never changing.

With a sudden boldness, I pushed him back slightly, flipping us so that I was straddling him again, the power shift igniting a new wave of exhilaration within me. I looked down at him, my breath quickening at the sight of his eyes filled with surprise and delight. “Now it’s my turn.” I declared, my voice low and sultry.

He chuckled, a deep, throaty sound that reverberated through me. “I like the sound of that.”

I leaned down, capturing his lips with mine again, but this time, I took my time, kissing him slowly, teasingly, savoring the way he responded to every touch. My hands roamed over his chest, feeling the dips of his muscles beneath my fingertips, and I couldn’t help but smile at how powerful this felt.

Matt’s hands found my waist, guiding me as I continued to maintain the momentum we had going. Our connection deepened with each passing moment. Every kiss felt like a promise, every caress a commitment, and I was lost in the whirlwind of it all.

The world outside faded further away, leaving only us and the passion that enveloped us. I could feel his heart racing beneath me, and I knew we were both caught up in this intoxicating dance, every movement a testament to the connection we were forging.

In the heat of the moment, I leaned back slightly, giving him a sultry look that made his breath hitch. “You have no idea what you’ve gotten yourself into.” I whispered, feeling empowered by the tension that thrummed in the air between us.

His gaze darkened, and I could see the challenge in his eyes. “I think I have an idea.” he replied, his voice low, filled with promise.

With that, I lowered myself against him, my body pressing into his as I felt the heat radiate between us, a force pulling us closer, deeper into each other’s warmth. The fire ignited again, and I lost myself in the moment and to Matt.

As our bodies moved together, the intensity of the moment swelled between us. I could feel every pulse of desire coursing through my veins, and the world outside had completely faded, leaving just the two of us entwined in this passionate embrace. Each kiss grew more urgent, more desperate, as if we were both trying to memorize every sensation, every sound. I could see the intensity in his eyes, a burning desire that mirrored my own, and it sent a wave of exhilaration through me.

Feeling his heat radiating against my skin, sent a thrill through me. He moved with purpose, the tension between us building to an almost unbearable degree, each kiss and caress drawing us closer to the edge.

Every time I sank into him, I felt the weight of our desire, rushing of warmth enveloping me. The sensation was electric, sending shockwaves through my body as we pressed against each other, each movement igniting more fire. It was as if we were two bodies, but one soul, lost in the rhythm of our passion.

With a sudden surge of boldness, I leaned down, kissing him fiercely as I felt him shift under me, his hands gripping my waist, guiding me closer. I could feel the heat rising between us, a heady mix of urgency and intimacy that left me breathless.

“Matt…” I gasped, the weight of the moment settling over us. The anticipation hung in the air like a charged storm, ready to burst into something beautiful and raw.

He captured my gaze, a look of fierce determination in his eyes. “Let’s take this together.” he said, his voice low and filled with promise.

With a nod, I felt a rush of excitement and vulnerability. As we moved together, the sensations wrapped around us, every touch igniting sparks of pleasure that shot through my body as we explored the depths of our desire.

As the intensity built, we lost ourselves in each other, our bodies moving in perfect harmony. Every caress, every kiss, pushed us further into bliss, the connection we shared becoming deeper with each passing moment. I felt alive, every nerve ending heightened, the rhythm of our bodies synchronizing in a dance that felt both primal and beautiful.

Matt’s hands roamed my body, exploring every curve, every inch, making me feel cherished and desired. I lost myself in him, the sensations overwhelming, the heat radiating between us sparking a fire that felt as if it would consume us whole.

“Fuck, you’re incredible.” he whispered, his voice filled with awe as he gazed at me, and I felt a rush of warmth at his words, a mixture of exhilaration and vulnerability. “Look at you.”

Matt’s hands gripped my waist, his strength grounding me as he kissed me deeply. With every touch, the air ignited around us, electric and consuming. Then, with a sudden surge of urgency, he shifted, rolling us over so that he was on top, his weight pressing down on me in the most exhilarating way. The change sent a thrill of excitement through me, the feeling of him above me only amplifying the heat that radiated between us. I could see the fire in his eyes, the mix of desire and something deeper, and it made my heart race. He leaned down, capturing my lips in a fervent kiss, and I could feel the intensity of our connection deepen, becoming something raw and beautiful.

“God, you’re amazing.” he murmured against my mouth, his voice low and filled with need as he began to move against me, each thrust igniting more heat between us. I could feel the way he filled me, the sensations cascading through my body, pushing me closer to the edge.

As he leaned down, his lips trailing kisses along my neck, I lost myself in the moment, surrendering to the pleasure building within me. His body pressed into mine, the heat radiating from him sending shivers down my spine. Every movement felt like a dance, a rhythm that drew us closer together.

He worked me slowly but deeply, as each of his strokes were hitting spots inside me that I never knew I had and my toes were curling pleasurably as he did so. Our bodies were slick with sweat, our kisses were messy and rushed, but together we continued to move, our bodies in tandem with the pleasure each of us caused the other.

I cried out at the pleasure of him taking me, myself clenching at him pulling out only to push back in harder than before, stealing my breath right out of my lungs. Matt's breath caught on a muffled groan as he rubbed himself across every inch of me from the inside, the pleasure of it was so fierce and so consuming that I could barely breathe throughout it. My nerves were on sensory overload, each touch added to the pressure building inside of me, the threat of another intense orgasm looming as he continued moving.

My eyes fell closed and I bit my lip. Sweat misted my hairline and heat flushed across my body that was molded tightly against his, as he continued to push inside me at the same pace. My stomach coiled, my hips tenses, and my legs trembled as he rolled his hips and changed the angle of his thrusts.

"Eyes, baby..." Matt husked into my ear just as he turned to look at me, his jaw clenched tight and his eyes staring into mine intensely. His hands reached for mine and he pulled them above my head holding them down, with our fingers now intertwined together. "Watch what we do to each other." he panted, his voice making my body shiver against his as I threw my head back and moaned.

"Yes." I gasped, my body tight with anticipation. The pleasurable ache inside me doubled with the roll of Matt's hips aligning to my center, his body creating a burning fire within me that was ready to combust at any given moment. "Don't stop." I moaned against his mouth, as I stared into his eyes which bored into mine as our bodies moved against each other's hard, but slow.

We moved together, the intensity building with each passing moment, every kiss deepening our connection. I could feel us teetering on the edge, the anticipation electric, and I surrendered completely to the moment, ready to embrace whatever came next, together.

“Matt,” I gasped, feeling myself about to snap. My fingers were tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as he began to kiss the length of my neck. “I can’t–”

He looked down at me, his gaze dark and filled with desire, and I could see the determination in his eyes. With every thrust, he pushed me closer to the brink, building a tension that felt like it could burst at any moment.

“Let go.” he whispered, his breath hot against my skin. “I’ve got you.”

And with those words, I surrendered completely to the sensations swirling within me. As he continued to move, the pleasure built higher, each pulse sending shockwaves through my body. I felt the world around me blur, the only thing anchoring me was the feeling of him above me, lost in this moment we had created together.

Matt grunted a curse, my name spilling from his lips as he continued to massage his length against the sensitive walls of my sex that trembled against him, as he kept the same pace over and over. Our mouths pressed against each other as we kissed feverishly as the rise of each of our orgasms came at a frightening speed. Every nerve felt alive, and I couldn’t hold back any longer. He held me close, his body pressing down as I felt the waves of pleasure roll over me, the connection between us deepening even further. I could see the satisfaction in his eyes as he guided me through it, and the intensity of the moment wrapped around us like a warm embrace. The shower of pleasure cracked against us so hard that the moment he felt me convulse around him, his own release followed seconds later. 

I came with a whispered cry of his name, as I had surrendered to the tide of ecstasy that enveloped me. My entire body shivered as I watched and felt him tense within me and slow his thrusts, as we rode out our highs together with every part of our bodies pressed intimately and our eyes locked onto each other's.

As the waves began to subside, I pulled him closer, my body still tingling with the remnants of pleasure as I spiraled into bliss. Our foreheads rested against each other and our eyes were closed as we breathed in and out heavily. We were entwined, our breaths mingling as we settled into the afterglow, the weight of the moment hanging in the air between us. The both of us were rocked to our cores by the intensity of what we had just shared.

Matt leaned down, capturing my lips again softly, and I melted into him, feeling cherished and alive. It was more than just a physical relationship; it was a bond that felt deeper than anything I had ever experienced. Then he said something so softly in my ear, that I almost missed it before I crashed into a deep slumber.

“I’m so thankful for you.”

Contains: smut, unprotected piv, fingering, self voyeurism, overstim, soft!dom! boyfriend matt x sub!fem reader

The room felt like a pressure cooker, the walls squeezing in tighter and tighter as I struggled to breathe. Every creak of the old floorboards seemed to echo in the tense, suffocating silence between Matt and I. The air was thick with everything left unsaid over days, weeks, maybe even months. Every muscle in my body was wound tight, frustration coiling up inside me like a snake ready to strike. I couldn’t stand the way he was looking at me—or not looking at me, really. Matt’s face was blank, his lips pressed into a stubborn line, his silence like a brick wall I kept slamming into. My hands were clenched at my sides before I gave in to the rush of frustration and shoved him.

And I shoved him hard, surprising myself with the amount of force that exuded from me. I wasn’t even sure what I was doing anymore. My hands were shaking, but I pushed him, needing to see some kind of reaction, needing to make him feel something. “You don’t get it, do you?” I shouted, my voice breaking around the edges and slicing through the stillness of the room. The hurt that had been simmering there for so long clawed its way up, twisting my words into ugly, desperate things. I pushed him again, harder this time, as if I could physically shake the understanding into him. “You never listen. You never even try to, Matt.”

Matt stood there with his jaw clenched, unyielding, his cold blue eyes locked onto mine. He took a small step back to steady himself, his body coiled tight, ready to break. He didn’t speak, not yet, even though I could see his composure fraying. His silence, his infuriating, maddening silence, made my chest tighten with even more anger.

I shoved him again, desperate for any kind of reaction out of him. His body barely shifted, but I felt the tension in him, like he was barely keeping himself together. The way his jaw stiffened, the way his fists curled at his sides, it was evident something dark was brewing inside of him, simmering beneath that infuriating silence.

“You think it’s okay to just shut down like this? To stand there and act like I’m the crazy one?” I screamed, my voice cracking despite my attempts to keep it steady. I felt like I was suffocating. Every time I spoke, it felt like I was throwing my voice into an empty void. His silence was a knife, cutting deeper than any words he could have said.

Matt didn’t move, didn’t say a damn thing, and something inside me snapped. I shoved him one more time, my palms pressing against the hardness of his chest. I hated how solid he felt, how immovable. “Say something, damn it!”

His nostrils flared, and for a split second, I thought I saw something flicker in his eyes. Something I couldn’t quite name. His silence wasn’t calm; I knew that. I could feel the storm he was holding back, the one that mirrored my own. But he kept swallowing his words, which kept pushing me to the edge of my own sanity.

My breath came out ragged, and I hated the way my voice trembled. The frustration clawed at me, tearing me apart. I felt like I was burning alive, and his stillness, his stubborn refusal to fight back, felt like gasoline on the flames. I stepped forward again, my voice breaking. “Do you even care?” I demanded, feeling tears sting the corners of my eyes, hot and furious.  “Do you ever care, Matt, or am I just… am I just screaming into the void?”

Matt’s eyes flickered, and I saw something crack, his composure visibly crumbling. As his hands, clenched into fists at his sides, he finally spoke. His voice coming out low and rough, every syllable trembling with barely controlled anger. “You think I don’t care?”

My heart lurched at the sound of his voice, at the force of it, but I didn’t let myself falter. My heart was pounding erratically. I wanted to throw his words back at him, wanted to scream that it felt like he didn’t. But the raw anger in his voice made me freeze, just for a second, before I forced myself to stand my ground. “Yeah, maybe I do! Because all you do is—” my words cut off, caught in my throat as Matt finally, finally, moved. He stepped forward, closing the distance I had been trying so desperately to maintain.

“I’m not saying anything because if I do, it’s going to make this worse. Is that what you want?” His voice was still low, but the sharp edge was there, like a crack in the surface of something dangerous. His eyes searched mine, and for the first time, I saw how close he was to breaking, how much he was holding back.

For a moment, we just stood there, locked in that terrible, fragile tension, neither of us willing to back down. We were standing so close that I could feel the heat radiating from him. My hands hovered near his chest, fingers trembling, and I realized I wasn’t sure if I wanted to shove him again or pull him closer. The space between us was charged, full of everything we had never said, everything we had buried under fights and stubborn silences. The anger was still there, but this time it was different. It was dangerous, on the verge of tipping into something we might not come back from. It made me want to either scream until I lost my voice or pull him closer until I lost myself. The heat between us wasn’t just anger. It never had been.

But I was afraid. Because if this fight tipped over the edge, if the anger broke and gave way to whatever was underneath, there was no telling what we would become.

The silence hung thick between us, pressing down on my chest until I thought it might crush me. My hands were still shaking, hovering inches from his chest, and I could feel the tears still burning at the corners of my eyes. I was unraveling, breaking apart in front of him, and he just stood there, looking at me like he was barely holding himself together.

I hated how much I wanted to pull him closer, to make him feel everything that was tearing me apart. I hated how he could make me feel so angry and desperate all at once. The words came out before I could stop them, my voice cracking as it sliced through the silence. “I hate you sometimes.”

The second the words left my lips, his expression shifted. Matt’s eyebrow shot up, the surprise flashing in his eyes for only a moment before something more dangerous settled there. I felt my breath catch as he moved, swift and sudden, closing the space between us in a heartbeat. Before I knew what was happening, he had me pressed up against the wall, his hands braced on either side of my head.

I sucked in a sharp breath, my heart pounding so hard I was sure he could hear it. My back pressed against the cold wall, and the contrast made the heat between us feel even more intense. His body loomed over mine, trapping me there, and my pulse raced as I looked up at him. His face was close, so close, his blue eyes searching mine with an intensity that made me forget how to breathe.

He had me pinned, but he was careful… so careful. His hands stayed on the wall, never touching me, even though his presence was suffocating. His body was tense, muscles coiled with barely restrained energy, but I knew he’d never hurt me. That tension that had been building between us was almost suffocating now, crackling in the air, making me feel like I was balancing on the edge of a cliff.

“Sometimes, huh?” Matt’s voice was low, rough around the edges, but there was a flicker of something else there, something that made my knees weak. His eyes burned into mine, and I could feel the heat radiating from him, the way his body trembled with barely controlled restraint. “You hate me sometimes?”

I swallowed, my throat dry. His face was so close that I could see the way his jaw flexed, the way his eyes grew colder. My words had pushed him to the edge, and now he was here, trapping me between him and the wall, daring me to say something else. My chest rose and fell rapidly, and I could feel the heat rising in my face.

I wanted to shove him away, to scream at him to stop driving me crazy. But I also wanted something else, something that made me feel even more out of control. The way he looked at me, the way he held himself back from touching me even though he was so close, made my skin tingle with something that wasn’t anger anymore. Or maybe it was. Maybe it was all of it, tangled together so tightly that I couldn’t tell the difference.

I bit my lip, my voice barely more than a whisper. “Yeah. Sometimes.” The words shook, but I held his gaze, even though it made my stomach twist with that same confusing, overwhelming feeling.

Matt’s eyes searched mine, and for a moment, I thought he might actually step back. The anger still simmered between us, a tangible heat in the air, but there was something else there, something that made my pulse quicken. His hands moved from the wall, coming down slowly to rest on either side of my waist. I could feel the tremble in his grip, the restraint that was slowly breaking.

He leaned in, his breath ghosting over my ear, and his voice was rough, like he was fighting every word before letting it escape. “I hate you, too.” he said, and the confession made something clench inside my chest. But his voice softened, cracking around the edges. “I hate how you drive me insane.”

I shivered as his fingers curled around my waist, his touch careful but strong, grounding me even though I was falling apart. He pulled back just enough so he could look at me, his eyes blazing with everything he hadn’t said until now. His gaze drifted over my face, and he lifted his hand, brushing his thumb over my cheek.

“I hate how you bite your lip when you’re trying to hold back your anger.” he murmured, his voice low. His thumb tugged gently at my bottom lip, and the touch sent a thrill racing through me, even as his words made my cheeks burn. “It drives me crazy.”

My breath caught in my throat, but he wasn’t finished. His hand moved to brush a strand of hair out of my face, his fingers trailing down the side of my neck. “I hate the way you push your hair behind your ears when you’re frustrated, even though you know it’s going to fall right back in front of your face.” He leaned in closer, his lips brushing the spot where my neck met my shoulder, and I couldn’t stop the way my body reacted, heat blooming under my skin. “And I hate that I notice it every damn time.”

His other hand moved up to cradle the side of my face, his thumb tracing over my jawline. His eyes never left mine, and the intensity there made my knees weak. “I hate how your eyes light up when you’re angry.” he said, his voice rougher now, full of the emotions he had been holding back. “The way you look at me like I’m the only person in the world who can make you feel this much. It makes me want to kiss you and fight you all at once.”

His hand slipped down, his fingers brushing over my collarbone, making my breath hitch. “I hate how soft your skin is.” he murmured, his voice almost a growl. “How every time I touch you, it feels like it’s never enough.”

I was trembling, caught between the anger still burning in my chest and the way his touch made my head spin. He leaned in, his forehead pressing against mine, and his next words made my heart stop. “I hate how much I need you, even when you’re driving me insane.”

He pulled back just enough to look at me again, his hands still holding me, keeping me pinned between him and the wall. His eyes were full of emotions I couldn’t even begin to untangle. “I hate how beautiful you look even when you’re yelling at me.” he said, his voice dropping to a whisper. “I hate that I can’t stop wanting you, even when I know I should just walk away.”

His hands slid back to my waist, holding me tighter now, and I could feel the way his control was slipping. “God, I hate you for making me love every single thing about you.” he whispered, his voice raw and vulnerable in a way that shattered me.

My breath was shallow, my heart pounding. His words had stripped away the anger, leaving something deeper, something more dangerous. The way he looked at me, the way his hands held me like he never wanted to let go, made me feel like I was on the edge of something I couldn’t control.

My heart was racing, every word he said sinking into me like a flame, leaving me breathless. His confession left us both raw, vulnerable, and unguarded, but the intensity in his eyes made it impossible for me to look away. I was still pinned between him and the wall, but it felt different now. The anger had morphed into something deeper, something that twisted and burned in my chest.

His hands on my waist tightened just a fraction, and the tension between us crackled, a spark threatening to ignite. My breath hitched, and I knew he could feel how my body was reacting to him. My heart was slamming against my ribcage, and the space between us felt suffocating, electric.

“I can’t stand you.” I whispered, my voice breaking, though there was no anger left in it. My hands, which had been balled into fists, unfurled and rested against his chest, feeling the steady, erratic thump of his heart beneath my fingertips. I was still shaking, but now it wasn’t from rage. It was from everything else. Everything he made me feel. “You say all that like it’s supposed to make me hate you less.”

A low laugh escaped him, though it was more of a sound caught somewhere between frustration and desire. He leaned in until his forehead pressed against mine, his lips hovering just inches from mine. I could feel his breath, warm and ragged, and it sent a shiver down my spine. “You really think I want to make you hate me less?” he asked, his voice dropping even lower, sending a thrill straight through me. “I think I’m more addicted to you when you hate me.”

His fingers moved slowly, tracing small circles over my hips, making it hard to breathe. I wanted to shove him away, but I also wanted to pull him closer, to erase the sliver of space between us. I hated the way he knew that, the way he knew me better than anyone else.

“I hate that.” I whispered, my voice trembling. “I hate that you get under my skin like this.” My hands curled into his shirt, pulling him a fraction closer, and the tension between us reached a breaking point. “You make me feel insane, Matt.”

He exhaled heavily, and his eyes locked onto mine. His lips hovered so close to mine that I felt dizzy, caught between wanting to slap him and wanting to lose myself in him. His fingers moved from my hips to my back, his touch sending heat rushing through my body. “You drive me insane, too.” he murmured, his voice rough and full of something that made me ache.

And then, all at once, he broke. His lips crashed into mine, fierce and demanding, and the fire that had been building between us exploded. I kissed him back instinctively, hard, my hands sliding up to tangle in his hair, pulling him closer, needing more of him. The anger melted into something desperate, something that had been buried under all the shouting and frustration, something that had always been there.

Matt pressed me harder against the wall, his hands gripping my hips, and I felt the heat of his body, the way he couldn’t hold back anymore. I gasped against his mouth, and he deepened the kiss, his touch consuming me. My whole body felt like it was on fire, and I realized that every push and pull, every fight, had led to this.

We were a mess, tangled together, caught up in this endless cycle of love and hate and everything in between. His hands roamed over me, careful but desperate, and I kissed him back just as fiercely, our shared frustration dissolving into something we couldn’t control.

I didn’t know where this was going, if we’d go back to fighting tomorrow, but right now, it didn’t matter. Right now, all that mattered was the way he made me feel, the way his kiss made me forget everything except for him.

Matt was panting, as his forehead pressed against mine, and I could feel the way his body trembled with the same tension that had been boiling over between us. His hands were still holding me against the wall, strong and steady, but he was careful, he always was, even when everything else felt like it was spinning out of control. His eyes searched mine, wild and full of emotions that made my pulse race.

“I hate you.” he whispered again, but his voice was breaking now, rough and full of something I could almost taste between us. His lips hovered so close to mine that it was impossible to ignore how my heart was slamming in my chest. “I hate that even when I can’t stand you, when you make me so damn furious, I still want you. So badly.”

His words sent a jolt through me, and my fingers curled tighter into his shirt, feeling the hard beat of his heart beneath my touch. He leaned in, his voice rough and low, and it made every inch of me shiver. “I hate that even when we’re at each other’s throats, I only want to touch you.” he said, his hands sliding around my waist, pulling me closer. “I hate that you’re in my head, that you’re under my skin, and I can’t get you out.”

My breath caught, and I didn’t know if I was burning with anger or desire or if there was even a difference between the two right now. His lips brushed against my ear, and I couldn’t stop the way my body reacted, a shiver running through me. “You make me so mad I can’t think straight, and yet all I want to do is kiss you until I can’t breathe.” he murmured, his voice like a confession, breaking with the frustration that had been building between us for so long.

My heart felt like it might explode. His words undid me, made me feel like I was teetering on the edge of something dangerous. The tension between us was electric, our anger shifting into something that burned just as fiercely but in a completely different way. His hand slid up to cup my jaw, his thumb swiping across my parted lips, and his eyes were so full of need that it stole my breath away.

I tilted my head up, meeting his gaze, my body trembling. “Then what are you waiting for?” I whispered, my voice shaking with everything we’d been holding back. “If you want me so bad, Matt, then do something about it.”

For a moment, his eyes widened, and then the last shred of restraint shattered. He closed the distance between us, his lips crashing into mine, and it felt like the world finally fell apart in the best possible way. His kiss was fierce, desperate, and I kissed him back just as hard, my hands tangling in his hair and pulling him closer.

The anger, the frustration, the need, it all melted together, consuming us. His hands gripped my waist, his touch rough and hungry, and I felt like I was free-falling, completely lost in him. The heat between us was overwhelming, and I couldn’t get enough, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think of anything but the way he made me feel.

And in that moment, I realized that maybe we’d never make sense, but I didn’t care. Because being with him, feeling him, wanting him, and needing him, was the only thing that made me feel alive.

Matt’s hands gripped my waist tighter, and in one swift movement, he pulled me away from the wall. I gasped into his mouth, but he didn’t break the kiss. His arms wrapped around me, lifting me effortlessly, and I instinctively wrapped my legs around his waist, holding onto him as he held me against his body.

The sudden closeness made my head spin, and the way he carried me, strong and sure, sent a thrill coursing through my veins. His mouth was relentless, his kisses consuming every thought, every shred of doubt, and I clung to him, my hands still tangled in his hair. The need between us was electric, crackling through the air, making everything else melt away.

He moved through the apartment, never breaking our kiss, his lips desperate and unyielding. I felt my back press against the wall for a moment as he adjusted his grip on me, his mouth trailing hot, searing kisses down my neck, and I let out a shuddering breath, my hands sliding to his shoulders, holding on for dear life.

Somehow, Matt managed to navigate us to the bedroom, and he didn’t slow down. He carried me across the threshold of the room with the same desperate energy that had consumed us. But instead of tossing me onto the bed as I was expecting him to, he slowed his pace, his breath heavy against my neck. His grip on my waist was firm as he set me down gently in front of the full-length mirror that stood a few feet away from the bed.

His arms swiped past my waist as he walked around to stand right behind me, so we both could face the mirror standing before us. I felt the heat of his body radiating into mine, while his hands held my hips firmly. I barely had a moment to catch my breath before he leaned down, his mouth grazing the shell of my ear. I met his gaze in the reflection, and the look in his eyes made my heart pound even harder. His expression was raw, full of so many emotions that it left me breathless. The anger we’d been tangled in had transformed into something almost reverent, and it was impossible to look away.

“Look.” he murmured, his voice rough, his hands sliding up my sides, leaving trails of fire in their wake. “I want you to see what I see.” His eyes locked with mine in the mirror, and I could feel the way his body pressed against my back, strong and protective. He kept me pinned there, not with force, but with the magnetic pull between us, the connection that felt as though it was tightening, drawing us even closer.

“I hate,” he whispered, his lips grazing my neck. “The way you look at me with those eyes.” His hands slid up, his fingers tracing the line of my jaw, making me shiver. His thumb brushed over my lips, and I could barely breathe, the intensity in his voice making my knees weak. “I hate how you bite your lip like this.” he continued, his thumb tugging at my bottom lip. “Oh, the things I want to do to them.”

My breath came out shaky, my chest rising and falling rapidly as he held me there, making me face the reflection of us together. The way he looked at me made me feel like I was the only thing that mattered, like he could see right through me. His hands slid lower, tracing over my collarbone, and he leaned in, pressing a kiss to my shoulder.

“I hate how addicted I am to you.” he said, his voice low and full of longing. His hands slid down, grazing the sides of my waist, and I felt every word reverberate through my body. “How I can’t stop touching you, even when I’m supposed to be mad at you.”

He took a slow, shuddering breath, his eyes darkening as he watched me in the mirror. “And I hate how you drive me absolutely crazy, how every little thing you do makes me want you more.” he whispered, his hands tightening on my waist. “The way you make me lose all my self-control, the way I can’t think straight when I’m this close to you.”

I was trembling, caught between the heat of his body and the intensity in his gaze. He moved one hand up, tilting my head back slightly, making sure I was looking at him. “Do you see what I see?” he asked, his voice a rough whisper, full of all the things he never said out loud. “Do you understand how much you drive me insane?”

The way he held me there, made me face myself through his eyes, was more intimate than anything we had ever shared. My heart raced, and I swallowed, unable to tear my gaze away from the raw, vulnerable way he was looking at me. It wasn’t anger anymore. It was desire, devotion, and a fierce, desperate need that consumed us both.

I bit my lip, and his eyes darkened further, his hand tightening on my jaw. “You see?” he whispered, his breath hot against my ear. “Even now, I can’t stand how much I need you.”

His hand slid from my jaw down to my throat, not to hold or restrain me, but just to feel my pulse racing under his fingertips. His touch was gentle yet commanding, and I was hyper-aware of every place our bodies pressed together. His other hand drifted lower, moving along the curve of my hip, his fingers splaying across my stomach as he held me against him.

“Look at you.” Matt whispered, his voice heavy with desire. His eyes never wavered from mine in the mirror, and I could feel the way he was fighting to keep his control, the tension coiling in every muscle of his body. “Do you see why I can’t walk away? Why I can’t get you out of my head, even when I’m so angry I can barely think?”

I swallowed hard, my breath catching as he kissed the side of my neck, lingering there, his lips brushing over my skin. The heat between us was palpable, overwhelming, and I couldn’t stop the way I leaned back into him, craving more of his touch, more of this intensity. My hands reached down, covering his where they rested on my stomach, and I felt the shiver that ran through him at my touch.

“I hate that you do this to me.” he continued, his voice rough and unsteady, full of raw honesty. “That you make me feel so out of control, like I’d do anything to have you. Even now, when I should be letting this anger go, all I can think about is you.” His eyes burned into mine in the mirror, and I felt my heart stutter in my chest.

He leaned in, his mouth brushing my ear, and his voice dropped even lower. “I hate how perfect you feel pressed against me.” he murmured, his hand sliding back up, tracing the line of my waist, igniting every nerve he touched. “How even when I know I shouldn’t, I need you like this.”

My breath came out in a shudder, and I tilted my head to the side, giving him more access to my neck. He took advantage of it, pressing slow, deliberate kisses to my skin, his teeth grazing just enough to make me gasp. “Matt…” I whispered, my voice breaking, and he groaned, his grip tightening on me.

“You make me lose my mind.” he confessed, his lips trailing lower, and I could feel the frustration and longing pouring out of him. “And I hate that even when we’re at each other’s throats, I still want you more than anything.”

His hands moved with more urgency now, sliding over my body like he couldn’t get enough, and the way he touched me made it feel like he was trying to claim me, to remind me that no one else could ever make him feel this way. Our reflection in the mirror was a mix of heat and tension, the line between love and hate blurred beyond recognition.

I turned my head slightly, catching his lips in a kiss that was just as desperate, just as full of everything we hadn’t been able to put into words. He kissed me back hard, like he was trying to make up for every angry, unsaid thing. His hands tangled in my hair, slightly tugging so my head could be titled higher.

Matt’s kiss was hungry, devouring, and I couldn’t hold back any longer. I turned in his grip, breaking free from our mirrored reflection so I could face him directly. My fingers reached for the hem of his t-shirt and I pulled it up and over his head, discarding it onto the floor. My hands slid up his bare chest, and I felt the rapid beat of his heart underneath my palms, and it somehow made me feel grounded in the moment. He was mine and I was his. Our thundering heartbeats were the proof of that.

His hands found my waist again, gripping me tight as he pulled me flush against him. The intensity in his eyes was almost overwhelming, a storm that reflected everything he felt but couldn’t say. He kissed me again, harder this time, and I kissed him back with just as much desperation, pouring every ounce of frustration and need into it.

Our bodies pressed together, his fingers slipping under the hem of my shirt, his touch hot against my skin. I gasped at the feeling, and he swallowed the sound with a growl, his lips moving to my neck, trailing kisses and light nips that made my knees go weak. “I can’t stand how much I want you.” he whispered against my skin, his voice breaking, raw and full of longing. “Even now, after everything.”

My fingers were found in his hair again, as I tilted my head back to give him more access, and he didn’t hesitate. His hands roamed over me, igniting every inch he touched, and I felt like I was being consumed, lost in him. “Matt…” I breathed, and he lifted his head, his eyes locking onto mine.

The look we shared was a mixture of everything, anger, desire and vulnerability. It made me feel like I was standing on the edge of something I couldn’t control. “Do you understand?” he asked, his voice shaking as his hands cradled my face, his thumbs brushing over my cheeks. “Do you get how much you mean to me, even when we’re tearing each other apart?”

I nodded, too breathless to speak, and he leaned in, his forehead pressing against mine. “I hate that I can’t let you go.” he whispered, his voice cracking with the weight of the confession. “That no matter how hard we fight, I’m always going to want you. Need you.”

My heart twisted at the raw honesty in his words, and I felt tears prick at the corners of my eyes, a mix of overwhelming emotions flooding through me. I cupped his face, brushing my thumbs over his cheekbones, and pulled him into a kiss that was softer, more vulnerable. It was an answer, a way to show him that I felt it, too. Every burning, uncontainable emotion.

He kissed me back, his lips gentle now, as if we were both afraid of shattering this fragile moment. His hands slid down my sides, and he pulled me closer, his body relaxing into mine, though the tension was still there, simmering under the surface. “We’re a mess.” I whispered against his lips, and he let out a chuckle.

“But we’re our mess.” he replied, his voice husky. His fingers traced small circles on my lower back, and the touch made my head spin. “And I’m not going anywhere, even if you drive me insane.”

I smiled, a shaky, broken thing, and kissed him again, feeling the fire between us transform into something softer, something full of hope. The fight had stripped us bare, exposed every raw nerve, but here we were, still tangled up in each other, still holding on.

Matt’s hands moved to my waist, and he picked me up again, his eyes full of something warm and unbreakable. “We’re not done yet.” he said, his voice low and full of promise. “I’m going to show you exactly how much you mean to me.”

He carried me to the bed, never breaking eye contact, and I felt my heart race in a different way now. The anger was gone, replaced with something even more powerful, and I knew, no matter how many fights we had, we’d always find our way back to each other.

My back met the softness of the mattress, but he was right there, following me down, his body pressing against mine as he kept me pinned beneath him. His weight was a comfort and a thrill, and I couldn’t stop the way I arched into him, my lips finding his again, hungry and desperate.

My hands roamed over his back, feeling the muscles tense under my touch, and the fire between us only grew. His mouth left mine, trailing down my jaw to the sensitive spot on my neck, and I couldn’t stop the small, breathless moan that escaped my lips. The sound seemed to spur him on, his hands exploring, his body pressing me into the bed with a possessive urgency that made me feel like I was on fire.

Then something shifted inside me. I could feel the heat of his body, his touch, his gaze, but now there was a different kind of pull. A daring thought that made my heart race in a way I hadn’t expected. We were both so raw, so stripped of our walls, and I knew this was the moment to push the boundaries, to ask for something more.

I ran my fingers down his chest, feeling the heat of his skin under my touch, and the way his muscles tensed in response. I could sense the hunger in him, the need for more, but there was something else, something I’d always wanted but never quite said aloud.

“Matt.” I whispered, my voice low and a little unsteady as I met his gaze, watching his eyes flicker with curiosity. “I want you to teach me a lesson.” I said, my words hanging in the air between us, daring him to challenge me.

His brow furrowed slightly, a questioning look crossing his face. “What do you mean by that?” His voice was rough, but there was an edge of caution in it, as if he wasn’t sure where this was going.

I could feel the weight of his uncertainty, and it sent a rush of excitement through me. “You know how much I like it when we’re reckless.” I continued, my words coming faster now, a mix of confidence and need. “When we’re not so… careful. When we’re not playing it safe.”

I saw his breath hitch at my words, and a slow, dangerous smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. The same smile I’d seen before, when we’d both let go of our inhibitions and let the passion between us burn out of control. It was a reckless thing, but it was always what pushed me, always what made me feel alive.

“I want you to take control.” I said, my voice quieter now, but full of intention. “Don’t hold back. I want to feel everything.”

His eyes darkened, his pupils blown wide. The air around us seemed to grow thick with anticipation, every nerve in my body lighting up under his gaze. He was still, but there was a storm brewing beneath the surface, and I could feel it. The tension in his muscles, the quickened breath, he was holding back just as much as I was, and I could feel it.

“You’re dangerous, you know that?” Matt’s voice was low, gritty, as he hovered above me, looking down at me like I was something he couldn’t resist. “You’re asking for it.”

I shivered at his words, the rawness in his tone making my heart race even faster. My pulse was pounding in my ears, and I felt a thrill of excitement rush through me. It made me feel like I was losing control in the best possible way. I smiled up at him, my lips curling into something that was part challenge, part desire. “Then show me.” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. “Show me how much you really want me.”

Without a word, his lips crashed onto mine, but this time it wasn’t tender. It was demanding, hungry, filled with everything we’d both been holding back. The kiss was deep, fierce, his hands roaming over me with a hunger I hadn’t seen in him for a long time.

I could feel the way he pulled me closer, closer, until there was no space between us, and I knew this was it. There was no going back now. He wanted to teach me a lesson, and I was ready to be taught, ready to give in to everything he wanted.

Matt pulled my hands over my head and tightened his grip around my wrists as he pressed me further into the bed, his weight following down on me in one swift, controlled motion. As he topped me, I could feel the weight of his presence which was solid, overwhelming, and impossible to ignore. Every nerve in my body was lit ablaze.

His free hand moved quickly, impatient, but deliberate. He wasn’t being gentle anymore. His fingers trailed down my body, skimming over my chest, my stomach, making my skin burn with every touch. I gasped, my breath catching in my throat as he pushed me further into the mattress, his body pressing against mine with an undeniable force.

His hand gripped my chin, forcing me to look up at him, eyes wide, heart pounding in anticipation. His expression was intense, the kind of look that made everything else fade away. There was no hesitation, no second-guessing, just pure need. He slid his hand down my body, taking hold of my waist, his thumb brushing over the waistband of my sweatpants, his touch sending jolts of electricity through me.

He didn’t give me a chance to think before he was tugging at my pants, pulling them down with a raw, impatient motion. I gasped as his lips moved down on my neck, his teeth scraping against my skin as his hand worked their way up my thighs. I shuddered under his touch, rough and possessive, making me feel like I was completely at his mercy.

“Tell me if you want me to stop.” he whispered, but there was no softness in his voice, just a challenge, a dare. His eyes burned with a fierce desire, and I could tell he was barely holding it together. “Tell me if you don’t want this.”

I shook my head, my voice barely a breath as I answered, “Don’t stop. Please.”

A slow, satisfied grin spread across his face, and he nodded as if that was all the confirmation he needed. His hand moved closer to where I ached for him, exploring with no caution, only the promise of a wild, unfiltered kind of connection that I knew would drive me crazy. I arched into him, my body reacting before my mind could catch up, and the intensity between us grew, more electric, more desperate.

There was nothing soft about the way he began to kiss me again. His lips were bruising, his teasing fingers pulling me tighter, with an urgency that left me breathless. I felt completely consumed by him, every inch of my body aching for his touch, for the wild, reckless connection that had always been a part of us.

“Is this what you wanted?” he asked, his voice dark, and there was something primal in the way he looked at me, something that made me feel both wanted and lost in the best way possible.

I managed to nod amidst the writhing from the delicious play of his fingers. “Yes.” I breathed, my voice trembling with need. “I want this. I want you.”

With that, Matt’s remaining restraint snapped. “On your knees. Now.” he demanded standing up, and I obeyed instantly as I sat up on the bed. Before I could fully adjust, Matt was already moving behind me, sliding onto the bed with a fluid, almost predatory grace. He settled himself against me, his chest pressing to my back as he let out a satisfied hum. I could feel his heat radiating off of him, and it made my body tighten in anticipation.

I finally registered what was happening, we were facing the mirror again. His hands grabbed my hips and began to draw circles onto my skin. I watched in the reflection how I was a panting mess while he looked at me with sheer determination probably coming up with ways on how to ruin me tonight in the best way possible. There was no hesitation in him now, just pure drive.

He didn’t say anything at first, but I could feel his hands moving over me. They slid up my back under the fabric of my shirt, until his fingertips found the bare skin of my stomach. I sucked in a sharp breath at the feel of his touch, and just as I thought I might lose myself in it, he spoke, his voice low and heavy with intent.

“Look at us.” he murmured, his voice gravelly with desire. “I want you to see exactly what’s happening. See how I have you, how badly I want you.” His hands shifted, moving to my waist and he tugged me back into him with a force that made my pulse spike. I could feel the press of his body against mine, the weight of him behind me. “Eyes on us only.” he commanded, his voice low and filled with an intense, possessive edge to it as his hands gripped me tighter urging me to face the reflection at all times. “I want you to see how much I fucking crave you. How much you drive me insane. I want you to see this. All of it.”

My pulse quickened at the sight of us like this. This image was not going to leave my mind anytime soon, guaranteed. I could feel his breath against my neck, as his hands slid all over my body.

Matt’s eyes watched as he held me in place, steady and determined. His fingers moved slowly and deliberately, brushing my hair aside and kissing my neck again, the sensation sending waves of heat through me. The image in front of us caused me to let out a whine. Watching the way Matt took me was enough to make me lose my mind.

I could see us in the mirror, my body pressed up against his, desperately grinding to be able to feel him in every way. His hands roamed over me as I surrendered to his touch, my eyes meeting his in the reflection. The way he touched me was nothing short of possessive, but there was a wild intensity in his gaze that made everything inside me burn hotter.

“You’re mine.” he declared, his hands tracing the line of my waist as he continued to guide me, to make me see the way he had me, the way he needed me. “And I’m not letting you forget it.”

I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the mirror, from the sight of him behind me, his hands moving over me with such authority. It was like a constant reminder of what we had, what we shared, what drove us insane. There was no softness now, only the raw, unfiltered connection that we both craved.

Matt moved again, his lips pressing to the curve of my shoulder as he spoke, his words a dark promise. “I want you to see how fucking perfect you are for me.”

The intensity in his voice, in his touch, made my breath catch. But it was the way he made me look at us in the mirror that took me to the edge. He wanted me to witness it, to see the rawness, the passion, the hunger.

“Tell me you see it.” he demanded, his voice a low growl against my skin, his lips brushing the shell of my ear. “Tell me you see how much I need you. How much I fucking hate that I can’t stop wanting you, even when I should.”

I swallowed, the weight of his words hanging in the air between us, and I nodded, breathless. “I see it.” I whispered, my voice shaky, as I caught a glimpse of the reflection in the mirror again. Matt’s hands roamed over me, his eyes locked onto mine, both of us caught in the heat of the moment. “I see everything.”

Matt’s lips curled into a grin, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. “Good.” he muttered, before pulling me closer, forcing me to feel every inch of him against me, to feel how badly he wanted me, how much he couldn’t stop.

In the mirror, we were nothing but two bodies tangled in heat, raw and real. The recklessness, the intensity, it was all laid bare for us both to see.

His hands slid lower, pushing the fabric of my shirt up, exposing more of my skin to his touch, and I couldn’t help the gasp that left my lips. He leaned in closer, his mouth finding the sensitive spot just beneath my ear as his hands continued to explore me in a way that was possessive, urgent, and relentless.

I stared at our reflection and I could barely recognize myself. My face was flushed, my body trembling under his touch, the raw hunger between us reflected in the glass. The tension in the room was thick, palpable, and as he moved against me, guiding me to a rhythm that was anything but gentle. I could feel every inch of my body burning for him, the need growing, swelling, until there was nothing else but us.

The last piece of clothing was peeled off of me and thrown off the bed. The tension, the heat, everything in the room seemed to intensify as we came together skin to skin. His hands skimmed over the newly exposed areas of my skin, touching me like he was marking his territory, claiming me in ways that made my head spin. Every movement felt like it was too much and not enough at the same time.

I felt completely exposed, held in place by his hands, his body, but I could feel the weight of his gaze on me in the reflection. He was so close, the heat of him making me tremble with desire. “Fuck, just look at you.” he groaned, his lips just brushing my neck, sending a shiver down my spine as my eyes fell closed. His hands gripped my hips hard, pulling me back into him with a force that made my eyes shot open. “Eyes open, remember?” he whispered, his voice rough, demanding. “You’re going to watch me take you how I want to.”

Matt’s hands moved with intent, his fingers grazing over my skin like he was marking every inch of me, every curve, every soft, trembling part of me that responded to him. My body was completely alive under his touch, each sensation driving me wild, and I couldn’t escape it. His lips, his body, the heat between us, everything blurred into one, and the reflection in the mirror only made it more intense.

I could see in the mirror the way his eyes darkened with something darker than just lust, something deeper, something more possessive. The way his jaw clenched, how his body seemed to take on a life of its own as he held me, as if the two of us couldn’t be separated by anything now. My breath caught as he moved me again, pressing me harder against him, both of us becoming consumed by the moment.

His hands slid upward, his fingers tracing lazy patterns along my bare stomach before moving higher, teasing me with soft, deliberate touches. My breath hitched as his palms cupped my breasts, his touch firm yet reverent. I tilted my head back against his shoulder, my eyes fluttering shut, but his low voice brought me back.

“Eyes open, remember?” he murmured, his lips brushing against my ear. His voice was rough, filled with a mix of admiration and control. “Look at yourself. Look at what I see.”

I opened my eyes reluctantly, meeting our reflection in the mirror again. The sight made my pulse quicken. His hands were moving slowly, as if he was memorizing every curve, every inch of me. His gaze was fixed on mine in the mirror, which made my skin flush and my heart race.

He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against my neck as his hands continued their maddening exploration. “God, the way you feel under my hands. Like you were made just for me.” he groaned as his hands continued to move, roaming lower and then higher again, tracing over my skin like he was sculpting me.

His fingers faintly grazed my sensitive nipples and I shivered, my head falling back against him. My breath hitched, my body arching slightly into his touch as his thumbs continued their teasing. 

His hands cupped me roughly as he pulled me back into him. The way he massaged the swells of my breasts in a tantalizing way had me whimpering defeatedly, and the glass reflected every moment of it. With one hand I reached behind and held onto the nape of his neck, in an attempt to anchor myself as I slowly spiralled away, as the other held onto one of his arms that had me currently at his mercy. His touch was so consuming, it felt like he was imprinting himself on me, marking me, claiming me in ways that was far from soft and gentle.

He wasn’t holding back anymore, and neither was I. Every inch of us was a mix of hunger and heat, of something wild and unrestrained, like we were both completely untethered in this moment. The reflection showed how much he was losing himself in me and how I was losing myself in him.

I could feel myself slipping, and yet, I didn’t want to pull away. If anything, I wanted more. I needed more of him.

“Fuck…” Matt whispered, his voice trembling now with that same rawness that had been building since the moment he touched me. His hands moved lower, pressing into me with an almost desperate urgency, his chest rising against my back with every heavy breath. “I can’t get enough of you.”

His words were pushing me further to the edge, electrifying every part of me. I couldn’t think. I couldn’t breathe. I could only feel him, feel the way he gripped me, the way he held me against him, the way he claimed me. And I couldn’t stop myself from giving in.

“See how much I need you? Even when I can’t stand you.” he said, his breath warm against my skin as he kissed along my shoulder. “You drive me fucking wild. You make me lose control in the best way.”

All that came out of me was a pathetic breathy cry in response to his confession, because I couldn’t form any words right now even if I tried. I could only focus on how mercilessly his fingertips were pinching and rubbing my now erect and sensitive nipples.

“You’re fucking perfect for me.” he went on, his lips close to my ear. “I hate how much I can’t stop needing you. Even when we’re tearing each other apart.”

“I- I can’t anymore.” I shook my head desperately not being able to handle it anymore. “Please… I need you so bad.” I begged him.

“I hate how perfect you are.” he said, his tone darkening as his hands slid lower, exploring every inch of me calculatively. “How every part of you drives me insane. Your body, your skin, the way you sound when you can’t take it anymore…”

“M- Matt.” I stuttered, my voice trembling as I watched him in the mirror. My hands gripped the sheets trying to steady myself as I felt him swipe against my swollen folds. But the way his hands moved, slow and teasing, never giving me enough to satisfy the ache building inside me made it impossible to hold on.

He smirked, his lips brushing against my shoulder as his hands continued their torturous path. “Look at you fall apart so beautifully.” he murmured, his voice dropping even lower as he made sure to neglect my aching bud just so he could torment me for a little longer. “Completely undone. Completely mine.”

I let out a shaky breath, my eyes fluttering shut for a moment before I forced them open again. The sight of us in the mirror, the way his hands roamed over me, the way his lips hovered over my skin, was almost too much.

“I can’t…” I gasped, my voice breaking as one finger pushed inside me, slowly pumping me, his pace steady, as if he was intent on driving me over the edge.

“Yes, you can.” he said, his tone firm but filled with dark amusement. His hands tightened slightly on my hips, pulling my legs further apart. “You can take it. Because you love this. You love what I do to you.”

I couldn’t deny it. The way he touched me and the way he looked at me. It was overwhelming, maddening, and yet I didn’t want him to stop. I didn’t think I could bear it if he did.

I watched, wide-eyed, as his fingers moved expertly, almost effortlessly, sending jolts of pleasure through me that made my head spin. My body reacted to every touch, every movement, and the reflection only made it worse. I could see the tension in his jaw, the way his body clenched as he held me, the way his chest heaved with every breath. I felt like I was drowning in the heat of it all, but there was no escaping.

“Matt, please.” I pleaded, my voice trembling as I met his eyes in the mirror again. The intensity in his gaze was enough to make my breath catch, and I knew he wasn’t finished with me yet.

“Say it.” he demanded, his voice low and commanding. His hands moved slower now, teasing me with a maddening precision that made my body tremble. “Say you love how I touch you. Say you love how I make you feel.”

I let out a shaky breath, my heart pounding as I tried to form the words. “I love it.” I finally whispered, my voice barely audible.

He smirked again, his lips brushing against my ear as he whispered, “Good. Because I’m not done with you yet.”

And as another finger entered me, teasing and tormenting me, I knew he meant it. I couldn’t look away from the mirror, couldn’t escape the intensity of his gaze, the way he made me feel like I was completely his. Completely consumed. Completely undone.

Matt’s other hand caressed my curves, igniting sparks with every touch. My body was trembling under his control, caught between desperation and surrender. In the mirror, I saw the reflection of myself which was blushed and breathless, as my chest rose and fell rapidly whereas Matt looked so much more composed and steady behind me, with his eyes never leaving mine.

His hand then slid down to my thighs, his grip firm as he pulled my legs further apart so I could stop clenching them close. I could feel the strength in his hold, the tension in his body as if he was holding himself back, waiting for something. His lips brushed the curve of my shoulder, then down my spine, taking his time as if he had all the time in the world all while his fingers continued to pump me. And it only heightened the ache building inside of me.

“Matt, please.” I gasped, my voice trembling with the weight of everything I was feeling. The tension in my body was unbearable, every nerve ending alive with sensation.

He smirked against my neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin there. “Please, what?” he asked, his voice low and teasing. “Tell me what you want, baby. Say it.”

I met his eyes in the mirror again, my reflection a perfect picture of surrender. My parted lips trembled as I tried to find the words, but I could only focus on how his fingers felt against my walls. His calculated torture continued, and I couldn’t hold back the shaky cry that escaped me.

“Please.” I whispered, my voice breaking. “I can’t take it anymore.”

His smirk deepened, his hands tightening on my hips as he pulled me even closer. “You can.” he said, his voice firm but filled with dark amusement. “And you will.”

Probably gaining some sympathy for me, his thumb finally attended my throbbing bud, his touch sending a fresh wave of electricity through me. My body arched against him, my head falling back against his shoulder as I let out a soft, breathless moan. The tension inside me was unbearable now, a storm building with no escape.

“Look at yourself.” he murmured, his voice a rough whisper. His eyes burned into mine in the mirror, his gaze so intense it made my heart race. “Look at how beautiful you are. How perfect you are. So needy just for me.”

My breath hitched, my hands gripping the sheets below me as I tried to hold on, but the way his hands moved, it was impossible to focus on anything but him.

“Look at me.” he commanded softly, his voice low but firm. His hand slid up my back, leaving a trail of fire in its wake as he pressed gently between my shoulder blades, making me arch just enough to meet his eyes in the mirror. My breath hitched at the sight.

There we were, framed perfectly in the reflection. My hair was messy, cascading over my shoulders, my lips parted as I tried to catch my breath. Behind me, Matt’s eyes were locked on mine, intense and smoldering, his chest rising and falling with the same rapid rhythm as mine. His hand gripped my hip now, steadying me, grounding me, as if he could feel how close I was to unraveling. The reflection captured every detail of us, the way I was on my knees, my hands gripping the sheets, and Matt right behind me working through me. But all I could do was whimper at the sinful moving image in front of us.

Matt’s hands moved with purpose, one sliding up to my stomach, pulling me closer against him, while the other remained between my legs buried in me, his touch sending jolts of pleasure through me. My body trembled under his hands, as he pushed me further and further to the edge.

“Don’t look away.” he said, his voice a low growl that sent a shiver down my spine. His eyes never left mine in the mirror, and the intensity in his gaze made it impossible to do anything but obey.

I let out a shaky breath, my fingers clutching the sheets beneath me as he moved more quickly now. He knew exactly what he was doing, exactly how to drive me to the brink and keep me there, hovering just out of reach of release. It was maddening, overwhelming, and yet, I didn’t want it to stop.

“Matt.” I gasped, my voice barely more than a whisper. My head tilted back slightly, but his hand on my stomach tightened, guiding me back into the position he wanted.

“Eyes on the mirror.” he reminded me, his tone firm but filled with dark promise. “I want you to see yourself. See what you do to me.”

My eyes flicked back to the mirror, and the sight was almost too much. His jaw was tight, his lips slightly parted as he watched me, his own desire evident in the way his breathing quickened.

“You’re so beautiful like this.” he murmured, his voice softer now but no less intense. His fingers moved with purpose, his touch bringing me closer and closer to the edge. “So perfect. Do you feel that? Do you feel how much I want you?”

I couldn’t answer. Words failed me as the pressure inside me built, my body trembling under his touch. My reflection in the mirror told him everything he needed to know from my flushed cheeks, my half-lidded eyes, and the way my body leaned into his every move.

Suddenly I felt my chest tighten, but it wasn’t just the physical rush, instead it was the overwhelming flood of emotions, the raw intensity of it all. The hunger, the desire, the frustration, the anger, the need. It all mixed into something I couldn’t control. And I wasn’t sure I wanted to.

Tears welled up in my eyes, emotions bubbling up from deep within me as the weight of everything we’d been through hit me harder than I expected. I was shaking now, but it wasn’t just from desire. My mascara smeared, the black streaks starting to run down my cheeks as the tears broke free. I couldn’t help it. I couldn’t stop it. The overwhelming combination of wanting him, needing him, and everything else crashing inside me was too much.

I felt Matt’s hands on me, his touch soft but firm as he caught sight of my tears. He stopped for a moment, his eyes moving over my face with something tender in them, even though his breath was still coming hard and fast. His thumb traced the path of my tears, gently wiping away the mascara that had smeared across my cheeks. His fingers lingered, his touch almost reverent, as if trying to memorize every part of me in this moment.

“You’re so beautiful.” he murmured, his voice thick with admiration and something darker, something deeper. His words seemed to crack through the haze of everything, and for a second, everything felt surreal. His gaze never left mine as his hands moved to gently cup my face, his thumb wiping away the last of the tears. “You have no idea how much you drive me insane. Watching you like this… watching you fall apart… fuck, you have no idea how much I need you.”

I couldn’t respond, the words were caught in my throat. It wasn’t just the physical sensation of him from his touch, his lips, and his body which had me trembling. It was the rawness of it all. The way I felt completely exposed, vulnerable yet wanted. The way he made me feel seen, in every sense. Everything I had kept locked away, all the things I couldn’t say, couldn’t express, were being poured out in that single moment. And he wasn’t pulling back. He was letting me come undone, and I could feel him losing himself just as much in me.

“I’ve got you, baby.”  Matt whispered into my ear, consoling me. His lips grazed my neck showing his devotion to me as I tried to catch my breath.

I was shaking, my body trembling from the intensity of it all. The vulnerability, the need, the rawness. The emotions, the fight, and the desire, it was all merging together in a way that felt too much, and yet, it felt right.

“You’re everything to me.” he said, voice rough as his lips brushed against my skin again, his hands moving to hold me tighter. “Everything I can’t stop wanting.”

My breath caught as he pressed into me again, his body against mine, every part of me responding to him, and all I could do was surrender to the moment. To him.

And as the tears continued to streak down my face, I felt something shift. In that moment, as Matt held me against him, his presence overwhelming and his love, despite everything, suffocating me with warmth, I knew that no matter how much we fought, no matter how much we struggled, we were made for each other.

“I can feel it.” he whispered, against my shoulder now, his voice low and filled with dark satisfaction. “You’re so close, aren’t you?”

I nodded again, my breath hitching as his movements became more insistent, more purposeful. My fingers gripped the sheets tighter, my body trembling as I felt myself nearing the point of no return.

“I got you.” Matt said, his voice rough with need. His eyes burned into mine in the mirror, and the intensity in his gaze sent me spiraling. “Let go. I want to see you fall apart.”

And I did. The moment his words hit me, the wave crashed over me, intense and all-consuming. My body tensed, then shattered into pieces, the release hitting me so hard I could barely breathe. My cries filled the room, raw and unrestrained, as Matt held me steady, his hands gripping me tightly, guiding me through the overwhelming sensation.

In the mirror, I saw it all, the way my body gave in to him, the way his eyes stayed locked on mine, watching me with a mix of pride and possessiveness that sent another shiver down my spine. He looked at me like I was his world, like he couldn’t believe I was here with him, falling apart because of him. My reflection in the mirror looked as undone as I felt, my hair wild, my lips parted, and my body trembling under his touch.

As I came down from the high, Matt leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to my shoulder. Still recovering from the intensity of what we’d just shared, he wasn’t letting go of me… at least not yet.

Matt’s hands gripped my hips firmly as he spun me around, my back now meeting the mattress, causing me to shiver from detaching from his warm body to now laying on the cold bedsheet which heavily contrasted against my heated skin. His mouth crashed onto mine with a force that stole my breath away, and a spark igniting between us once again. As his weight pressed down on me and I felt our bare chests colliding, I arched into him finally getting to embrace him, wrapping my arms around his neck.

His lips moved from mine, trailing along my jaw, my neck, and lower still as he explored my naked body with an unrelenting intensity. My head tilted back, my hair spilling off the edge of the mattress, giving me a disorienting but electrifying view of the mirror.

Through the reflection, I saw him and his dark hair falling over his eyes. His body taut with control as he moved deliberately, his lips and hands worshiping every inch of me. The sight was almost too much, my chest heaving with every sharp intake of breath, my body trembling under his care and command.

“Matt…” I whispered, my voice breaking into a moan as his lips pressed to the sensitive skin below my ribs, making me arch further into him.

He looked up, his eyes catching mine in the reflection, a smirk playing at his lips. “Still watching?” he murmured, his voice low and rough as he kissed his way back up to my chest, his mouth claiming me in ways that made my head spin. “Good. I want you to see everything.”

His words sent a shiver down my spine, and I couldn’t stop myself from moaning softly, my hands gripping the sheets as he positioned himself above me. The weight of him was grounding, his hands guiding my thighs as he pulled me closer.

“Fuck...” he hissed, his voice raw with emotion as he hovered above me, his eyes locking with mine in the mirror again. “I can’t hold back anymore.”

“I don’t want you to.” I whispered, my voice trembling but certain.

He didn’t hesitate to strip himself of the last pieces of garments on his body. Before I could brace myself, in one swift movement he took me completely, the world seeming to come to a halt. Every nerve in my body lit up, the intensity of him overwhelming me in the best way. I gasped, my hands clutching at his shoulders as he began to move, each deliberate thrust sending shockwaves through me.

The reflection in the mirror caught my eye again, him above me, his body moving with purpose, and his jaw clenched as he fought to keep control. The sight of us together, tangled and raw, sent a fresh wave of heat through me.

His lips found my bare chest again, kissing and teasing as his hands smoothed across my body, making me moan his name. “Matt… oh God…” I cried, my voice cracking as he drove me higher and higher, each movement deliberate and unyielding.

“Hold on for me just a bit longer, sweetheart.” he murmured against my skin, his lips brushing against my stomach as he thrusted deeper, his hands tightening on my hips.

My head tilted further back, my gaze catching the reflection of my flushed face, my body trembling beneath him, the way his hands claimed me so completely. The sight was overwhelming, my breathing erratic as I felt myself falling apart under his touch.

He kissed his way back up to my neck, his lips grazing my ear as he whispered, “You’ve never looked more beautiful. Falling apart for me.”

His words sent me spiraling, and I couldn’t hold back any longer. The air became thick with the weight of everything from our desires, our frustrations, and our need for one another. I could feel Matt’s hands on me, his body pressing into mine, his movements rough and yet achingly tender. Every touch, every kiss, every whisper of his breath against my skin only drove me deeper into the madness we’d created between us.

I could feel his body press harder against me, our hips aligning, and the moment was too much. Everything inside me was about to snap. I could barely breathe, barely think as the desire for him overtook every part of me, and the desperate need for release clawing at me with each passing second.

“Matt.” I gasped, my voice broken as I moved with him, the rhythm of our bodies desperate and uncontrolled. “I can’t… I’m-”

He silenced me with a kiss, his lips crashing into mine with a ferocity that only heightened the fire between us. My body tensed beneath him, my nails digging into his back as I cried out his name, the intensity of my release crashing over me.

I felt Matt’s own release moments later, his movements slowing as he buried his face in the curve of my neck, his breath hot against my skin. His body tightened against mine, his grip on me unrelenting, like he couldn’t let go even if he tried.

For what felt like an eternity, we stayed like that, entangled, breathless, and our hearts racing in sync. I could hear the steady thrum of his heartbeat against my chest, the warmth of his body surrounding me, as if he was holding me together, holding me whole.

And then, as the world slowly started to come back into focus, I felt him lift his head, his eyes meeting mine. The way he looked at me, so full of something raw and something deep, it made my heart flutter. He kissed me softly, his lips lingering against mine before he pulled back just enough to brush the hair from my face.

“You’re perfect.” he said, his voice soft now, almost reverent. “You’re perfect for me. I don’t care how much we fight, how much we push each other away… You’re all I want. Always.”

The tears that had fallen earlier now dried on my cheeks, and I realized they weren’t from frustration or anger. They were from everything I felt in that moment. From everything we’d been through and everything we still had to face, together.

I rested my forehead against his, breathing him in, and in the stillness that followed, I realized just how much this man and this relationship had shaped me.

“I love you.” I whispered, my voice trembling with a softness that felt so strange after everything we’d just shared. But it was true. So deeply, so undeniably true.

Matt’s hand gently cupped my face, his thumb brushing across my cheek where the last remnants of my mascara still lingered. “I love you too.” he said quietly, his voice a whisper against my lips. “No matter what.”

back to the future is playing on the tv in the triplets' living room, but you're struggling to keep your focus on the movie. you, matt, nick, and chris are all sat on the couch in a comfortable silence, the only noise coming from the tv and chris chewing on doritos.

however, underneath the blanket, matt's hand rests on your thigh, getting dangerously close to your core with each passing minute.

your body is practically aching with desire, your mind yelling at you to just text matt to meet you in his bedroom. a quiet exhale leaves your mouth when his hand slowly comes to cup your heat.

your brows furrow slightly as you keep your gaze fixed on the tv—but your mind is anything but focused on the movie when he runs a finger through your clothed folds. you let out another exhale, this one slightly shaky.

matt's eyes are fixed on the tv, his expression focused—but you know what's really on his mind. his hand then moves beneath your pants, then under your panties and he runs two cold fingers through your dripping cunt. you clear your throat to suppress the moan that threatens to leave your mouth.

but then when his two fingers begin to rub slow circles on your bundle of nerves, you gasp slightly, eyes involuntarily closing and matt smirks.

nick furrows his brows at the sound of your gasp before turning to look at you and you immediately open your eyes, looking at the tv screen again.

nick speaks in a confused tone with his brows still furrowed as matt continues his actions on your aching clit, "you good?" he says sarcastically, catching chris' attention and he turns his head to look at you.

you turn your head to look at both of them with a soft smile, "yeah, why?"

nick shrugs, turning his attention back to the tv, chris follows his actions.

matt scoffs under his breath, pulling his phone out of his pocket with the hand that isn't still rubbing at your nub to text you.

matt sturniolo

can't keep quiet can ya

y/n y/l/n

shut up

read, 11:16 pm

matt sturniolo

says you

matt sturniolo

watch this

matt smirks at the messages, tossing his phone aside before slowly pushing his middle finger inside you without warning. his index finger continues to rub circles on your clit, but faster this time.

your eyes widen as you grip the blanket on your lap, lips parting at his sudden actions and you swallow hard, desperately trying to keep quiet.

matt's smirk on his face grows as his eyes stay on the screen. you let out a quiet exhale letting him pump his finger in and out of you for a few moments. as it grows harder for you to suppress your sounds, you pick your phone up again.

y/n y/l/n

matt i can't

y/n y/l/n

we need to go upstairs

matt sturniolo

idk i'm pretty comfy here

y/n y/l/n

please

y/n y/l/n

i can't

matt sturniolo

meet me in my room in 5

matt pulls his fingers out of your pants, wiping them on his pants before shifting out of his seat, "gotta take a piss, be right back," he excuses himself to which chris and nick nod before turning their attention back on the tv.

you nod as well, playing it off as matt disappears upstairs. as you continue to watch the movie, you think of excuses to make as to why you need to leave the room.

five minutes go on and you pull the blanket off your legs, speaking up, "i have to pee," you say standing up.

chris and nick look at your for a second before nodding. you let out a sigh of relief when they don't question you.

when you get upstairs, you scurry to matt's room as your core throbs for attention and you throw the door open, closing and locking it behind you.

matt is sat on the edge of the bed, smirking at your presence before standing up and licking his lips, walking over to you.

you stare up at him through wispy lashes, lust evident in your eyes and a knowing smirk on your lips. you open your mouth to say something, but matt presses a finger against your lips, his face inching close to yours.

"shh," he hushes, staring down at you mischievously, "remember, you're supposed to be in the bathroom, gotta be quiet," he says in a low tone. you reply with a nod and he smirks, "good girl," he mutters, turning you around and walking into you.

your legs hit the back of his bed and he lets you fall, crawling on top of you to hover his body over yours.

his chain dangles in your face and his eyes dart from your lips to your eyes, desire overflowing both of your bodies. he presses his lips against yours and you exhale into his mouth, he takes this as an opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth.

your tongues dance in sync for a few seconds, his hands trailing down your waist before resting at the waistband of your sweatpants. he slowly pulls them down, tossing them onto the floor as your arms wrap around his shoulders, silently begging for more.

he smirks against your lips, pulling your panties down and off your body, tossing them to the floor with your sweatpants. you tug at the hem of his shirt, whimpering into his mouth.

he breaks the kiss, his lips swollen as he licks them and looks down at you with a sensual look on his face, "take it off, baby."

you smirk up at him, pulling his shirt over his shoulders. he leans up to pull his jeans down, tossing his shirt and jeans to the floor to join the rest of your discarded clothes.

once he gets your shirt off, he stares down at your exposed body with a bite of his lip, "mmm...so beautiful," he mumbles, his hand trailing down to rest on your hip.

"please," you plead, body now aching for him.

matt smirks down at you, raising his eyebrows, "yeah? you want it?" he asks.

you nod, eyes fluttering closed as he pulls his boxers off his body and his dick springs out, "need it...so bad, matt...please," you mumble.

matt nods, positioning himself between your legs and tapping himself against your sopping entrance. you gasp at his actions, opening your eyes. matt shakes his head as he smirks down at you, "keep those pretty sounds quiet, yeah?"

you nod, wrapping your arms around his shoulders again, your legs wrapping themselves around his back, "mhm," you hum into his ear.

"that's my girl," he whispers before slowly pushing himself into you. he hisses quietly at the sensation, eyes closing. your eyes roll back and lips part as you suppress a moan.

matt's hips move rhythmically into you, his pace slow but hard and gentle as he grunts lowly. you desperately try to keep your whimpering low in his ear, panting quietly, "mm...feels s'good," you whisper out a moan.

matt hums quietly in response, "mmm...i know," he moans quietly, continuing his actions bit faster.

you suddenly gasp, slightly loud and matt tuts, slowing his hips again and staring down at you, "shhh...quiet, baby," he whispers in a grunt.

your eyes squeeze shut and you nod, "m-mm-mhm..." you hum, panting quietly and he smirks at your nod, moving fast again.

matt hisses above you, holding your hips in place as he rocks into you biting his lip in pleasure, "fuck...so pretty, so tight..." he mumbles quietly.

you feel the familiar knot in your stomach forming, signaling that you're close and your thighs tighten on his back as he buries his face in the crook of your neck.

you pant heavily, throwing your head back into his pillows, "m...mmm...'m gonna...gonna cum," you barely whisper out and matt nods, bringing a hand up to your mouth to muffle your noises as he pulls his head out of your neck.

"mhmmm, cum f'me pretty girl, c'mon," he mumbles lowly, his own high approaching.

you pant against his hand as he rests his forehead against yours, eyes burning into your closed ones. "c'mon, pretty, you got it," he mutters, pulling his hand away to brush his lips against yours. his hand intertwines with your fingers and you squeeze his hand tightly.

the knot in your stomach snaps and your mouth falls open, eyes rolling back as you desperately hold back your moans, letting it come out in a sharp gasp.

matt connects his lips with yours to muffle your sounds, his tongue sliding against yours. you coat his dick in a film of your cum, moaning quietly into his mouth and gripping his clammy hand harder.

"mmm...yeah, baby, look at you," he mumbles against your lips, pulling them away from yours when you begin to come down from your high in low pants.

matt's own high gets closer and his thrusts become sloppier, staring down at you with his eyes rolled back, "fuck...gonna fill you up, baby...gonna fill you up so good," he moans quietly and you nod, fluttering your eyes closed.

matt pulls his forehead away from yours, his hand not intertwined with yours moving to rest on your waist, pulling you down against the sheets to move against his hips.

matt hisses, "shiiit," he mumbles before his cock twitches inside you, coating your walls in his cum. he throws his head back, gasping lowly as you watch him cum.

he rides out his high before pulling out of you, looking down at your pussy to watch his cum dripping out and he spreads your folds to get a closer look. he licks his lips as you sit up on your elbows, still trying to catch your breath. "tsssk, so pretty," he mumbles, not taking his eyes off your core.

you smile softly at him and he shakes his head at your pussy, smiling at it before standing off the bed, "you good?" he asks as he pulls his clothes back on.

you nod, standing up and grabbing your clothes, "mhm, i'm okay," you say, redressing yourself with a small smile.

matt smirks, buttoning his jeans as he looks at you, "i'll go down first, yeah?"

you chuckle, nodding as you pull your shirt back on, "yeah, go ahead."

matt smiles, nodding and ruffling your now messy hair, "you can clean yourself up, right?"

you nod, chuckling again as you stare up at him, "yes, i got it."

matt nods, licking his lips before pecking yours softly and walking towards the door.

when matt leaves his room to go back downstairs, you clean yourself up quickly before staring at your disheveled appearance in his mirror and you shake your head, scoffing to yourself as you wonder what matt's excuse to taking so long is gonna be to his brothers.

𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿'𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲: LOVE SOFTDOM!MATT!!! hope you guys liked this hehe. i wrote this how i imagine matt would be during sex which is very soft, talking you through it, while still teasing you a lil bc i think its so hot

thank you for reading!! <3

saying that matt was obsessed was an understatement. he was going feral for you. losing his mind. every guy you talked to was found dead not even twenty four hours after your last interaction with him. it was making you think that maybe you have some kind of curse on you, but it was impossible... right?

matt was having his eye on you for a while now. but it was different. at first when he caught you at some party, he thought you will be his next victim. you guys talked, you thought he was funny and good looking. his tattoos caught your attention, you couldn't take your eyes of his arm. that's when matt's plans changed. he couldn't kill you, because he needed you. he craved you, wanted to put his hands all over your body, wanted to make you scream but from pleasure. but he was too anxious to start whatever, he didn't even know how. and you were so confident...

because matt was only shy without his mask on.

since this first and last interaction you both had, he started gaining informations about you. everytime your parents were at work and you were at school, he was in your room. he made a key to your house, allowing himself to come and go whenever he wanted. he stayed in your room for several hours, already knowing its layout by heart. he went through your drawers, smelled your sheets, stole your pretty lace underwear. but he also did something else. he installed a camera in your bathroom and in your room, to facilitate access to you. so every time you showered, every time you changed - he saw it. and he jerked off to the view, whimpering your name, with your panties wrapped around his dick.

he couldn't take it no more. his sick fantasies weren't enough.

he found himself in his car, parked down the road in your neighborhood. his phone in his hand as he kept watching you through the cameras. you were taking a shower, the water running down your perfect body. he couldn't stop staring at your beautiful curves, the way you soaped your skin, your wet hair sticking to your back... he wanted to be there with you, to press you against the wall and fuck you relentless, watching the pleasure forming on your face, listening to your sweet pretty sounds-

he was quick to pull out his painfully hard dick from his black jeans and start moving his hand up and down his length. having the perfect view on your tits, he kept imagining being there with you, being able to move his tongue around your nipples... he whimpers, thrusting into his fist, his dick pulsing desperately for some relief that he couldn't achieve. he was already struggling to cum, but it got worse when you got out of the shower and covered yourself with a towel, cutting off his view of your body. he groaned, stopping his movements and pulling his boxers and pants up. he was now on a mission. he had enough of just watching you.

leaving his car, he quickly made his way to your house and into the garden, hiding between the bushes. it was dark and he was dressed all black, so no one could spot him. he also knew that your parents were not at home. leaving you alone even though there is a crazy masked killer lurking nearby, looking for innocent girls like you? a bit stupid, he thought.

after putting on his ghostface mask and using a voice changer, he calls your number, waiting impatiently for you to answer. meanwhile you were in your room, still only covered by the towel and searching for some clean pajamas as you heard the phone buzzing. seeing the unknown number on the screen, you didn't think much of it and picked up.

"hello?"

"what's your favorite scary movie?" you hear a low, hoarse voice on the other end of the phone. frowning, you look at the screen of your phone before putting it to your ear again, thinking that someone is just making fun of you.

"what?"

"i asked... what's your favorite scary movie." the voice repeats, making you a bit confused.

"who's this?"

"that's not the answer for my question, sweetheart." the way he said 'sweetheart' makes you shiver. matt still hides in the bushes, watching you through the cameras on his other phone, seeing the confusion forming on your face and how you are still standing in your room just in a towel. this wasn't helping with his painfully hard cock that was straining against his jeans.

"uhmmm, i don't really watch scary movies..." you say unsure what to answer.

"yeah? then what do you watch?"

"i... i already answered your question so now you answer mine. who is this?" you ask again trying to sound confident even if the call was confusing you. was that one of your friends making fun of you?

matt lets out a low chuckle liking the attitude you're trying to put on. he knows he could make you change your act pretty quick. "isn't it a bit stupid? leaving you alone in the house when some psycho killer is nearby? maybe watching you? would be even a little unfortunate if he was talking to you right now, huh?"

your eyes widen and you look around as if you were going to find him. you understand the situation immediately. now you knew who you were talking to. it was him. and you felt your body rush through adrenaline. matt already was quietly unlocking your door downstairs to get inside. "what??? what do you want? please, leave me alone-"

"relax, sweetheart. i'm not gonna kill you. in fact you look too good right now to do anything to you other than making you moan while my cock is deep inside your pretty pussy."

"w-what??" you look around again as it could help you find him. processing his words, you frown your eyebrows, grabbing the top of the towel and pressing it tighter to your body. "how do you know how i look right now-"

"i know that you look incredibly hot in your pretty thin towel that isn't covering too much." matt smirks putting his second phone into his pocket and standing in front of the stairs. he didn't want to scare you too much, he needed to convince you to let him touch you.

panic starts filling you and you start looking around again. quickly walking to the closet, opening it, checking under the bed and in your bathroom. but he's nowhere to be found, obviously. "what do you want?!"

"i already told you sweetie. you aren't that dumb, are you? i just wished i could rip that towel off you... would you let me? hm?" as you hear his words, your eyes travel to the fabric covering your body, automatically pressing it against your chest. matt continues, "i'm not gonna hurt you, i promise. i just think you'd like this... i was watching you and i know what you watch when you touch yourself. naughty, aren't you? you like it rough and when the mask is on, huh?"

your eyes widen, your body shiver and neither of you says anything for a moment, your mind trying to process what you just heard. "you... what do you mean by saying..."

"yes, i watched you."

chewing on your bottom lip, you feel two things. panic and... something you definitely shouldn't feel right now. you actually liked watching home made porn when the guy had a mask on, while touching yourself. you knew it was fucked up, that you were fucked up and you had a lot of kinks that you would never tell anyone. but he knew. he watched you, took away your privacy. and something about this turns you on right now, making you more confused than ever.

"will you let me in, sweetheart?" you hear him ask and at the same time the stairs in the hall creak, indicating that someone was coming upstairs. but you were alone... right? matt knew your door were unlocked, he could easily get inside, but he needed to hear that you let him in. your body is literally frozen as you stand in the middle of the room, gripping the phone and looking at the door with wide eyes. heart pounding in your chest from the adrenaline and fear, yet the ache between your legs keeps growing when you think of every single thing he said. he was watching you, craved you and knew how fucked up your fantasies were because his were worse. "so? can i come in?" you see the door handle slowly turning, he was just outside the door to your room.

"y-yeah..." it slips out of your mouth faster than you can even realize. the call ends, you look at the screen confused, before your attention is turned towards the door which opens with a crack and a person dressed all in black, wearing a ghostface mask enters your room. he wasn't very tall, you checked him out, but couldn't notice much besides the knife he held in his hand. and that made your heart skip a beat and take a few steps back.

"oh c'mon, don't be shy now. you let me in, didn't you?" he speaks up, his voice a bit different than on the phone. it's almost like you recognize it, but you don't know from where. he slowly makes his way over to you but you continue backing away, with your heart pounding in your chest until you reach your bed, falling backwards onto the mattress, the towel loosens on your body, making matt smirk under the mask. he stops in front of your bed, looking down at you and tilting his head to the side a little. god, you were beautiful. he reaches his hand, running it slowly down your thigh, making you flinch a little. feeling your soft, smooth skin under his fingertips was like his dreams coming true. then with one quick movement he rips the towel off you, leaving you completely bare. you watch him with widen eyes, too stunned to speak because you're scared and that sends vibrations straight to your pussy. "what's the matter sweetie? you look like you've seen a ghost."

"i—" the words get stuck in your throat, even though you can't see his eyes, you can feel him looking at you. feeling it really intensely, not understanding how this situation can have such an effect on you, making goosebumps appear on your body, your pussy throbbing but at the same time the sight of the knife in his hand makes it slightly terrifying. "i... i j-just— what will you do...?"

a low, hoarse laugh leaves him, he places the non-sharp side of the knife between your tits and starts moving it downwards, but not in a way that will hurt you. looking at this with widen eyes, you can't believe how hot what he's doing is making you feel. matt was literally in heaven right now. seeing your terrified face but at the same time the lust in your eyes, the way your body reacted to his touch, it made him go crazy, his cock twitching in his jeans needing to feel you around him. needing to ruin you. "you've no idea how long i been wanting to do this...." he spreads your legs, a groan escapes him, seeing your pussy dripping with arosual, already ready for him. his fingers trace over your wet folds, spreading them open as he sees your pink dripping entrance and he inserts one finger inside you, the movement making you gasp silently and close your eyes for a moment. "...mmm, yeah.... so fuckin' pretty... wish i could taste you— fuckk, so wet f'me... and you didn't even see me— you're jus' a little slut, hm?"

he places the cold blade of that knife on your hard nipple, the feeling makes you let out a soft whimper and it's like a sudden wake-up call for him. he just made you let out a noise. and immediately want more. removing his finger out of you, holding your folds spread, he runs the handle of the knife along the entire length of your heat, making you whine again. "oh god..."

"you like it? i knew you might be into some crazy shit jus' when i first saw you...." matt throws the knife on the mattress and not wanting to waste more time, unzips his pants. "y'want it, yeah? tell me. tell me you want this---" he slaps your pussy making you squeal, the sound echoed throughout the room. did he really have to ask? you were dripping. for him. you should be scared of this psychopath in front of you, but instead you were turned on, which was sickening.

"mhm..." you hum, your eyes watching his movements very intensely. his pants were already down to his knees along with his boxers. swallowing nervously, your eyes stare at his hard cock, precum leaking from his red sensitive tip. damn, he was big. maybe even too big. "i-i do, but... i don't know if you're gonna fit---"

he felt his control slip away, those words making his cock harden more than possible. he just lets out, "--don'cha worry sweetheart.... i'll make it fit—", giving himself a few strokes and spreading your legs, pressing your knees against your stomach, he finally slides into you immediately feeling your slippery walls sucking him in and making him groan. you let out a muffled scream when he doesn't give you any time to adjust, he's just too desperate and feeling you around him makes his mind go blank. you feel his dick deep as he begins to move slowly inside you, brushing against your g-spot because of the position you two are in. your hands grab the sheets, eyes rolling back as he starts to pick up the pace immediately. it hurt, but at the same time it filled you with pleasure.

"oh--- 's too big... i can't—"

"yes you can." he growls thrusting into you harder, he can't get enough of the way your cunt feels around him so perfectly, the way you squirm beneath him, every single one of your moans leaving your lips, making him addicted. he looks down cursing to himself as he watches how his dick slip in and out of your sensitive pussy, each slap of skin makes you silently screaming and gripping the sheets as your life depended on it. "so fuckin' pretty... too big, huh? yet you take it all, like the good girl you are... fuck--"

"--mmmm, pleaseeee... oh my god—" you have no idea what even you're begging for. cutting yourself off, your eyes snap open looking at him, looking at the mask he was wearing, it just makes you clench around his dick.

"oh fuck, keep doin' that... s'fuckin' good f'me—" the headboard starts rocking against the wall with each movement of his hips and that's when you feel his hand wrapping around your neck, his fingers gripping gently at first as he picks up his pace even more making your mind spin. "that's right— take it... fuck-- take it all— make me fuckin' proud...i knew you aren't that innocent as you pretend to be.."

"oh- i... don't.... oh my—" you aren't even able to form a sentence as his fingers tighten around your neck, making you let out more muffled moans but still being able to breathe. his every thrust into you starts overwhelming you with pleasure, watching him while he ruined you, that mask on his face drawing out of you your deepest, most hidden fantasies. matt was too far gone, the look on your face, the way your brows were knitted together and mouth slack open letting out more sweet needy sounds, it all was imprinted in his brain and he won't forget this for a long time.

"don't hold back, sweetheart. let me— mmhh shit— let me hear you..." his fingers squeeze around your throat some more causing your breath hitch as he continues going on the unholy pace.

"feels so.. s-so good— oh! right there... plea--" another scream leaving your lips when matt keeps pounding into you, your stomach drops over and over and your pussy squeezes around him again. he's in total disbelief how good you feel, how your walls manage to strangle him more, it's even better than what he imagined. "---'m gonna.... fuck!"

"yeaah, that's it sweetie.... cum all over my cock... make a mess on it— shittttt.... y'like it that much? being fucked by the fuckin'.... ghostface.... huh? mmhmm—" matt growls when his dirty words just adds to your pleasure and suddenly the knot in your stomach releases. too far gone in the sensation he was giving you, you let out a shaky moan, your eyes rolling back while your body continues to shake.

"oh yeah, so good... perfect..." matt groans and just by your expression, the way your legs were shaking, he feels his dick twitches. he lets go of your neck, warm cum bursts from his tip inside of you as your walls sucks him in deep. your legs fall down onto the mattress, both of you catching your breath as he gives you a few more thrusts before stopping and pulling out, taking last look at your pussy now leaking with your own and his release. you open your eyes, but matt is quick to stop you. "no, don't. keep them closed f'me. don't you dare open 'em until i tell you. got it?"

you frown a bit but keeps your eyes closed. "wha-"

your words are cut off pretty fast when matt pulls his mask halfway up so that only his lips are exposed and presses them against yours, stealing a small, surprised whimper from you, but you quickly kiss him back. you can't even feel him properly, only feeling the soft texture of his lips as he immediately pulls away, leaving you a bit surprised. feeling a small gust of wind, as if you couldn't feel the warmth of his body anymore, you ask, "--can i open my eyes?"

but there's no response, so after a moment you find the courage to open your eyes, but the room is empty. a small frown appears between your eyebrows while propping yourself up on your elbow and looking around, but the mysterious ghostface guy was nowhere to be found. he disappeared as if... as if it was just your dream. your next sick fantasy. however, you touch your lips slightly with your fingers, still feeling the sweet taste of the kiss that lasted too short for your liking and you know it just couldn't be only your imagination. it has to be real.

right?

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