【ｐａｙｔｏｎ】

In which . . . Matt takes the lead when Chris fucks up.

Word Count- 1.2k

Warnings- cheating mentioned. begging. porn w/o plot. dom!matt.

That was eight months ago.

Now you're on Matt's arm. Matt, who watched Chris destroy you. Matt, who held your hair back when you threw up from crying. Matt, who remembered every single thing Chris took for granted.

Tonight is the Sturniolo family BBQ. Chris is here. He's been avoiding your eyes all night, but you feel him—his gaze burning the back of your neck every time Matt's hand slides too low on your waist.

Matt leans down, lips brushing your ear. "You ready to make him pay?"

You nod, throat tight.

Matt grins. It's not his sweet, camera-friendly smile. It's predatory.

Matt doesn't ask. He takes your hand and pulls you up the stairs while Chris is refilling his soda in the kitchen. The guest room is at the end of the hall—door slightly ajar, just as Matt planned.

He pushes you against the wall the second the door clicks shut, one hand over your mouth, the other already hiking up your sundress.

"Shh," he breathes. "We want him to hear, baby. Not see. Not yet."

His fingers find you soaked through your panties. He tsks.

"All this for me? Or because you know he's downstairs, imagining exactly what I'm about to do to you?"

You whimper against his palm.

Matt drops to his knees. He pulls your panties down slowly, letting the lace drag over your thighs, your knees, your ankles. He kisses the inside of your thigh—soft, reverent—then licks a flat stripe up your center.

You buck. He holds you still.

"Not yet," he murmurs against your folds. "I want you aching by the time he gets here."

The door cracks open.

Matt knows exactly when Chris reaches the top of the stairs. He hears the familiar heavy footstep pause. Hears the sharp inhale.

Matt looks up at you—eyes dark, lips glistening—and smiles.

"Think he's watching?" Matt asks, loud enough for the hallway to catch. "Or is he too much of a pussy to even peek?"

A beat of silence.

Then the door creaks open an inch.

Chris stands there, frozen, soda can still in his hand. His jaw is tight. His pupils are blown wide. He's wearing grey sweatpants, and there's no hiding what's happening beneath them.

Matt doesn't acknowledge him directly. He turns back to you, sinks two fingers inside you without warning, and curls them exactly where you need them.

You cry out—loud, broken, real.

"That's it," Matt coos. "Let him hear what he threw away."

Matt fucks you against the footboard first—slow, deep strokes that have you clawing at his back. Your legs are wrapped around his waist, your dress bunched around your ribs, your bra pushed up under your chin.

Chris is still in the doorway. He hasn't moved. His breathing is ragged.

Matt notices. He grins.

"Come here, Chris."

Chris shakes his head, but his feet carry him forward like a puppet. Matt pulls out of you—just for a moment—and guides you to the edge of the bed.

"On your knees," Matt says.

Not to you.

To Chris.

Chris swallows hard. "Matt, come on—"

"On your knees," Matt repeats, voice dropping an octave. "You owe her an apology. And you're going to say it while she's sitting on my cock."

Your heart hammers. Chris looks at you—really looks—and for a second, you see the old him. The one who held you. The one who lied.

Then he drops to his knees.

Matt lifts you onto him again, your back to his chest, and sinks inside you in one slow, torturous push. You moan, head falling back against Matt's shoulder.

"Now," Matt says, thrusting up into you. "Apologize."

Chris's hands are clenched on his thighs. His voice cracks.

"I'm sorry," he whispers.

"Sorry for what?" Matt snaps, punctuating each word with a deep grind.

"I'm sorry for cheating," Chris chokes out. "I'm sorry I made you feel like you weren't enough. You were—fuck, you were everything, and I—"

"Louder," Matt commands, speeding up.

Chris's eyes are glassy. He's fully hard now, sweatpants tented, and he's watching—watching the way you take Matt's length, the way your mouth falls open, the way your fingers twist in the sheets.

"I'm sorry!" Chris shouts, voice raw. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry—"

Matt flips you onto your hands and knees without pulling out. He fucks you from behind, brutal and relentless, while Chris kneels just feet away.

"You wanna touch yourself?" Matt asks, grabbing a handful of your hair. "Go ahead. But you don't come until she does."

Chris's hand disappears into his sweats. His head falls back. He's biting his lip so hard it's nearly bleeding.

Matt leans down, lips to your ear.

"Look at him," he whispers. "Look at the boy who broke you. Now watch him fall apart while I make you mine."

You look.

Chris is stroking himself fast, desperate, eyes locked on where Matt disappears inside you. He's whimpering—actually whimpering—and the sight of him so undone, so humiliated, pushes you over the edge.

You come with a scream—Matt's name, Chris's name, a jumble of both.

Matt follows seconds later, spilling deep, groaning against your shoulder.

Chris comes last, with a broken sob, painting his own stomach while staring at the mess he made of everything.

Matt pulls out slowly and kisses your shoulder. He doesn't look at Chris.

"Clean yourself up," Matt says flatly. "And close the door on your way out."

Chris stumbles to his feet, zipping his sweats with trembling hands. He pauses at the threshold.

He looks back at you—spent, glowing, wrapped in Matt's arms.

He opens his mouth.

Matt cuts him off.

"Don't. You lost the right to speak to her the second you made her cry."

Chris closes the door.

You hear his footsteps retreat, slow and heavy.

Matt tilts your chin up and kisses you—soft, slow, yours.

"Told you," he murmurs against your lips. "Revenge is a dish best served wet."

A/N- I hope you guys liked this one. This one is specifically for my matt girlies. Thank you to my beautiful wife @chriss-slutt for proofreading. <333

that’s a fucking deceased man.

“matt i missed you” you smile watching him walk into the room, hair messed up, shirt unbuttoned, he’d been working on the fence you asked him too put up.

“it’s all done sweetheart” he smiles wrapping his arms around you, kissing your neck.

“thank you my hard worker” you joke, hands down running through his hair.

“do i get a reward”

“ew shutup you weirdo, i made you lunch” pushing his chest.

“thanks I’m starving” he smirks eyes locking on yours, he picks you up sitting you on the counter.

“matt-“

“sush”

“been fucking hungry all day peach, you gonna let me eat my lunch?” he smiles hands roughly pulling on your panties, that were sat under your white stain dress you whine giving into him.

“look at her, so wet already you been thinking bout my cock all day huh sweetheart?”

he smiles watching your face squirm as he opens your pussy, blowing on it teasingly, the tickle making your hips buck up.

he pushes his face in tongue working on your sensitive folds, he’s eating like he means it and you know your not gonna last long.

“so sweet like a peach” he speaks softly smiling.

your hand reaches for the back of his head whilst the other stays on the counter keeping you upright pushing his head onto you more as he brings his lips around you clit, sucking hardly.

“ohhhh my god” you breath in, he hasn’t touched you like this in a week, he’d been so busy on the farm.

he works harder lips sucking and detaching from your clit just to latch on again, finger sliding in and out of your wet hole, you take in his appearance, his hair messy and all out of place, the once cute little cowboy outfit he wore was shrivelled up on the floor next to him, his eyebrows were furrowed eyes trying there best to stay open.

he’s eating you like no other, it’s so sloppy to the point it’s good, he’s making sure every part of you feels him as you cry, and his dick strained against his jeans begging to be let out, he pushes another finger in smiling against your pussy at how much you can take.

“hmmm yes im cumming” you cling onto his hair as he works harder making sure you orgasm, and you do your eyes roll back, toes clench, body squirm and you cry with a loud moan of his name.

he doesn’t stop keeps going until you push his head away, he looks up with a cocky grin head titled to the side, lips wet from you.

“shit my mama always said never have dessert before dinner, guess I just broke the rules”