𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐀 ⸝⸝ 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐨
content warnings: nsfw content. sex under the influence (consent from both). mostly smut. nude photoshoot.
the rental cabin smelled of old pine and faint metallic tang of a dying radiator. you dropped your bags on the floor, the sound echoing through the open-concept living room. outside, the mountain wind rattled the windows, reminding you that you were miles away from anything resembling a city.
"i cant believe we made it!" Chris shouted, vibrating as he sprinted toward the kitchen. "i’m claiming the biggest bedroom! if anyone touches the master, i will personally throw you off the balcony"
Nick rolled his eyes, trailing behind him. "it’s a cabin, Chris, not a palace. calm down before you have a stroke."
Matt was the last one in, trailing behind you. as he passed, his shoulder brushed against yours. it was a brief contact, a flicker of skin against fabric, but it sent a jolt straight down your spine. you stopped walking for a second, your breath catching in your throat. you didn't look back, but you could feel his gaze lingering on the curve of your waist. this had been a routine for months… stolen glances, heavy silences, and a tension so thick it felt like a physical weight whenever you were in the same room. of course none of the others noticed. to Chris and Nick, you were just part of the group. but to Matt, you were a fever he couldn't break.
you turned around as he slowed down. he had that look in his eyes- the one that made you feel like you were the only person in the world, and also like he wanted to tear your clothes off right there.
"you okay?" Matt asked, his voice scratching against your nerves in the best way possible.
"perfect," you replied, your voice breathier than you intended. "just tired from the drive."
Matt stepped closer, his presence looming over you. he leaned in, his lips inches from your ear.
"you don't look tired to me," he whispered. "you look like you’re thinking about something."
just before you could respond, one of your friends, Sarah, popped her head around the corner. "hey! stop flirting with Matt and come help us figure out the camera situation!" she said jokingly,
Matt stepped back instantly, a smirk playing on his lips. he didn't deny it, but he didn't confirm it either. he just gave you a knowing wink before following Sarah into the living room.
the group gathered around the table, where three small, silver digital cameras sat. they were old-school point-and-shoots, the kind that produced grainy, overexposed photos with a harsh flash.
"the rules are simple," Chris announced, waving a camera in the air like a trophy. "three cameras. six people. we rotate them throughout the weekend. no phones allowed for photos. we want that vintage, blurry, chaotic energy."
Nick sighed, leaning back against the sofa. "why are we doing this? my phone takes better pictures than these relics."
"because of the aesthetic, Nick!" Chris yelled, shoving the camera into Nick's hand. "now shut up and take a picture of me looking majestic."
you laughed, feeling the tension from the hallway dissipate into the chaos of the triplets' sibling rivalry. for the first few hours, the trip was exactly what you expected. shouting, a disastrous attempt at making tacos that ended with Chris nearly setting a towel on fire, and a lot of laughter. but through it all, Matt was there. he was the quiet center of the room, but his eyes never left you. every time you caught him watching, he didn't look away.
as the sun dipped below of the mountains, things shifted. the group decided to take out vodka and a bottle of cheap tequila.
"i bet you cannot go five minutes without complaining about something," Nick told Chris, gesturing with his drink.
"m’ not complaining!" Chris shouted, which was, in itself a complaint. "i’m merely pointing out that the music selection is mid"
you were sitting on the floor, leaning against the base of the sofa. Matt was sitting right next to you, his thigh pressed against yours. the heat from his leg seeped through your jeans, making your skin prickle. you took a long sip of your drink, the alcohol burning a trail down your throat and loosening the knot of restraint in your chest.
"you’re quiet tonight," Matt murmured. he shifted, his hand coming to rest on the carpet just inches from your hip.
"maybe i’m just enjoying the show," you replied, glancing up at him.
Matt’s pupils dilated as he leaned closer, the scent of tequila swirling around him.
"i think you’re bored," he said. "i think you want something a bit more interesting than Chris yelling about a playlist." your heart hammered against your ribs. you leaned in, your voice a whisper. "and what did you have in mind?"
Matt didn't answer with words. he let his hand slide from the carpet to your thigh, his fingers gripping the denim firmly. he squeezed a demanding motion that made a small gasp escape your lips.
"what are you guys on the floor talking about?," Sarah giggled from across the room, though she didn't seem to realize the gravity of the situation. Chris laughed, oblivious. "probably just discussing the quality of the vodka. now pass me the chips"
the cover of the group's oblivion was a shield. under the table, Matt’s hand migrated higher, his thumb brushing against the sensitive skin of your inner thigh. you shivered, your breath hitching. the tension that had been building for months was finally reaching a breaking point.
a few hours later, the party had wound down. the other girls had retreated to do their night routine, and Chris and Nick had fallen asleep in a heap of limbs and discarded snack bags on the living room sofa.
you were standing in the kitchen pouring yourself a glass of water when you felt a pair of arms wrap around your waist from behind. you gasped leaning back into a chest. Matt pressed his face into the crook of your neck, his breath sending shivers down your spine.
"finally," he groaned, his voice thick with desire.
you turned around in his arms, your hands finding the collar of his shirt. you pulled him closer, your eyes searching his.
"you waited a long time," you whispered.
Matt’s expression hardened, "i almost lost my mind. every time you looked at me, every time you laughed at something Chris said, i just wanted to pull you away and remind you who you were actually thinking about."
he didn't give you a chance to respond. he slammed his lips against yours in a kiss that was less of a greeting and more of a collision. it was desperate and hungry, a release of months of suppressed longing. you groaned into his mouth, your tongue meeting his in a frantic. he tasted of alcohol, his tongue sweeping through your mouth, sucking on yours with a intensity that made your knees weak. you could hear the wet sliding sound of your tongues intertwining, the exchange of saliva slicking your lips.
Matt groaned a sound that vibrated through your chest. he lifted you up, your legs wrapping around his waist. he carried you down the hall, his kisses never breaking until he opened the door to his bedroom and kicked it shut behind him.
he dropped you onto the bed, the mattress creaking under the impact. before you could even catch your breath, he was over you, his hands tearing at your clothes. you helped him, pulling your shirt over your head and tossing it across the room. when his hands hit your bare skin, you arched your back, a quiet moan escaping you.
"you are so beautiful," Matt breathed, his eyes roaming over your body. "i’ve spent so many nights imagining this."
he stripped off his own clothes in a haste, his jeans hitting the floor. when he stood before you, you couldn't help but stare. he was lean and muscular, his cock already hard and pulsing, a thick vein running along the length of it. a small drop of pre-cum glistened at the tip, shimmering in the dim light of the bedside lamp.
you reached out, your fingers wrapping around the warm skin of his shaft. you squeezed gently, sliding your hand up and down, listening to the wet sound of your palm against his lubrication. Matt let out a sharp hiss, his head snapping back.
"fuck," you whispered, your voice shaking.
Matt leaned down, his mouth finding your breast. he took your nipple into his mouth, sucking hard, his tongue swirling around the peak until it was a hard, sensitive nub. you whimpered, your fingers digging into his shoulders, pulling him closer. the feeling was overwhelming, the pull of his mouth seemed to draw the heat from your entire body.
he moved down, his kisses trailing over your stomach until he reached the edge of your underwear, he didn't hesitate. he hooked his fingers into the fabric and ripped them down, exposing you to the cool air of the room.
you were already soaking wet, your pussy glistening and swollen. Matt paused, his eyes widening as he looked at you. he leaned in, his nose brushing against your clit, inhaling you. "so sweet," he whispered.
then he flicked his tongue out, tasting you. you shrieked, your hips bucking off the bed. he was relentless, his tongue lashing against your clit in quick, short strokes before sliding deep inside you. the sound was so wet, the noise filled the quiet. he sucked on your clit, creating a suction that made your vision blur, while his fingers slid into your entrance, stretching you open.
"i can't take it anymore," Matt gasped, pulling away. "i need to be inside you."
but then, his eyes caught the digital camera resting on the nightstand. a mischievous glint entered his gaze. he grabbed the silver device, holding it up.
"wait," he murmured, his voice dropping, "before i put my dick in you... i want some photos." you blinked, your chest heaving. "what? now?"
"yes, now," he commanded, his tone possessive. "i want to remember exactly how you look when you're desperate for me. get on your knees. face the bed."
your heart leaped. the sudden shift in power made your core throb. you obeyed, shifting your body and kneeling on the mattress, arching your back so your chest presses against the sheets and your hips were tilted high in the air.
"perfect," Matt whispered. *click-flash.*
the blinding light made you squint, but you didn't move.
"now, reach back," he ordered. "put your hands on your hips and pull your skin tight. look over your shoulder at me."
you did as he said, glancing back at him with a flushed face and heavy lids. he snapped another photo, the flash illuminating the curve of your spine and the wetness glistening between your thighs.
"hnn... Matt..." you whimpered.
"shh," he hushed you, moving closer. he leaned over you, his hard cock brushing against your backside, but he didn't enter. "arch more. give me a better view. i want to see every bit of you."
you pushed your chest lower, your hips rising even higher. you felt so exposed, so vulnerable, but so incredibly turned on. he snapped several more photos in rapid succession. flash after flash.
"now turn around," he whispered. "lay on your back. open your legs wide. wider."
you complied, your thighs splaying open, exposing your dripping heat to the camera.
"put your hand there," he directed, pointing to your clit. "rub yourself. show me how wet you are for me."
you let out a shaky breath and slid your fingers over your swollen nub, a soft moan escaping your lips. "ah... please, Matt..."
"not yet," he groaned, his own breathing becoming ragged. he snapped a close-up of your fingers sliding through the lubrication, the image capturing the desire on your face. "you look so fucking sexy when you're begging."
he tossed the camera back onto the nightstand, the device clattering softly. he didn't waste another second. he guided the head of his cock to your hole, the tip brushing against your wet lips. he pushed forward slowly, the friction creating a thick sliding sound. you felt your muscles stretch, your body adjusting the size of him as he slid deeper and deeper.
"oh god," you moaned, your eyes fluttering shut.
Matt didn't stop. he pushed all the way in, his pelvis slamming against yours heavy. the air was pushed out of your lungs in a sharp huff. he stayed there for a moment, buried deep within you, his forehead resting against yours.
"look at the camera," he commanded, glancing at the device.
you opened your eyes and looked straight into the lens. Matt pressed the button again. flash. the image captured your flushed face, your lips parted, and the sight of him disappearing into you.
then, he began to move. he started slow, pulling back until he was almost out before thrusting back in with a forceful, wet slap.
Matt began to pick up the pace, his movements becoming more erratic and urgent. he held the camera in one hand, snapping photos as he thrust. flash. a shot of your legs wrapped around his waist, your ankles locked. flash. a close-up of where your bodies joined, the skin red and slick with lubrication. flash.
"harder," you pleaded, your voice a broken whisper. "please, Matt, harder."
he obeyed, his thrusts becoming almost violent. he was hitting you so hard that the bed began to shift across the floor. at one point, his cock slipped out entirely from a vigorous thrust, the sound of it exiting your body a loud, wet pop. he didn't miss a beat, slamming back in with a force that made you want to scream.
the slapping of his balls against your thighs, the squelch of your pussy gripping him, the camera clicking, the heavy ragged breathing of two people who had waited far too long made your toes curl.
"m’ close," Matt groaned, his muscles tensing. "you’re so tight, fuck, squeezing me so hard i might bruise."
and you were right there with him. the tension in your clit was unbearable, a pulsing pressure that demanded release. you wrapped your legs tighter around him, pulling him deeper, your pussy clamping down on him.
one last flash of the camera illuminated the room just as you both peaked. you moaned his name, your body convulsing in a series of orgasms that felt like lightning bolts striking your spine. Matt let out a loud groan, his body stiffening as he surged deep inside you. you could feel his cum filling you up, the feeling of the liquid warmth spreading through your insides and overfilling because of the amount.
Matt eventually shifted, rolling onto his side and pulling you into his arms. he looked at the camera in his hand and chuckled, a low, satisfied sound. "we have some very interesting photos here," he whispered.
you leaned your head on his shoulder, "we can never let the others see those."
Matt looked at the camera, then back at you. his expression became serious. "you’re right. if Chris sees these, he'll never shut up about it. we can't give this one back.", "what do you mean?" you asked.
"i mean we pretend it's gone," Matt murmured, his voice scheming. "we just tell them we lost it during the trip. maybe it fell out of a pocket on the hike, or we left it at a gas station. as long as we don't return it, they can't see the photos." you smiled, liking the idea. "i can get behind that."
as the weekend drew to a close, the group gathered in the living room for the grand finale.
"alright, everyone!" Chris shouted, clapping his hands. "time for the big reveal! let’s get these cameras plugged in and see who took the best photos."
"wait," your friend said, looking around. "where’s the third camera? who had it last?"
Matt didn't miss a beat. he looked confused, glancing around the room. "wait- fuck, i think... i think i had it during the walk yesterday. i might have dropped it."
"what?!" Chris shot, "how do you lose a whole ass camera, Matt? you idiot!"
"i don't know! i just realized it's not in my bag," Matt lied smoothly, leaning back on the sofa. "unbelievable," Nick sighed. "well, we only have two cameras' worth of memories. let’s just see what we've got."
you looked at Matt, and he gave you a tiny smirk. you both settled in, laughing as Chris scrolled through photos of blurry trees and failed attempts at candid shots.
suddenly, Nick stood up. "hold on, i’m gonna grab a charger."
"i can't believe you actually lost it," Chris groaned, shaking his head.
Nick walked back into the room. he wasn't holding a charger. instead, he was holding a small, silver digital camera, a look of utter confusion on his face. "hey, Matt," Nick said, holding the device up. "you didn't lose this. i found it wedged behind the nightstand in your room when i was looking for a charger."
the blood drained from your face. Matt froze, his smirk vanishing instantly.
"oh, cool! thanks, Nick!" Chris exclaimed, reaching out and grabbing the camera. before Matt could even move to stop him, Chris had already plugged the camera into the laptop. the screen flickered to life, and the first image popped up.
the room went dead silent.
Chris's jaw dropped. the other girls gasped, their hand flying to their mouth. Nick stared at the screen, then slowly turned his head to look at Matt and you.
"guys...?" Chris whispered, his voice filled with shock.
ella’s notes: lmao i had fun writing this ngl, also i’m back!
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