⤷ in which . . . you share a hotel room with matt and chris in japan
⤷ warnings . . . threesome, (NO INCEST) smut, fingering, unprotected sex, dirty talk, blowjob, nipple play, clit play, degradation, teasing, kissing, cum swallowing, use of pet names, missionary.
⤷ written by @delilahsturniolo. do not copy, steal, or modify my works. if you are taking any inspiration from this, please ask me first before posting and credit me in your description. happy reading! :)
japan is everything and nothing like you expected. too many lights, too much noise, too many ways to get lost. but none of it compares to now, to the way this hotel room feels too hot, too small, too charged with something no one’s brave enough to name. you’re in the middle. quite literally.
the pillows on the floor are scattered apart, sheets kicked aside, the three of you never even tried to pretend you’d sleep separately. matt is behind you, shirt off, his bare chest pressed to your back like a brand. you can feel every breath he takes, the way his body moves against yours like he’s trying not to grind too obviously. chris is laying beside you, propped up on one elbow, his fingers tracing down your thigh with that quiet confidence that always makes your stomach flip.
the air is heavy. thick with heat, sweat, tension that’s been building since dinner. since the way chris fed you a bite of dessert and didn’t break eye contact. since matt pressed his hand to the small of your back on the walk back to the hotel and let it linger just a little too low. now it’s quiet, but it’s not peaceful. it’s breathless.
“you’re way too quiet,” matt murmurs behind you, lips brushing the shell of your ear, his voice rough and warm. “that usually means your head’s spinning.” chris smirks, his hand gliding over your hip. “or maybe she’s just waiting.” your breath hitches. matt hears it.
his hand slides from your waist down, fingers dragging over the waistband of your thin sleep shorts. “waiting for what?” you don’t answer. can’t. because chris leans in then, his lips just barely brushing yours, not kissing you, just hovering there, like he wants you to close the space. his thumb hooks under your chin, tilting your head up slightly.
“you like being between us like this, huh?” he whispers. “you like how we look at you.” your heartbeat stutters, your legs shifting instinctively. matt chuckles low. “she’s squirming already.” his hand finally dips lower, just under the band of your shorts, slow and deliberate. not enough to satisfy, just enough to tease. you whimper, and he groans softly into your hair. “fuck, that sound.”
chris finally kisses you, slow at first, just enough pressure to steal your breath, then deeper, wetter, his tongue sliding against yours with so much intention you can’t help the sound you make. matt uses that exact moment to slide his hand lower. not fully. not yet. but enough to make your whole body jolt.
“look at you,” chris murmurs against your lips. “falling apart already and we haven’t even touched you yet.” you whimper into his mouth, and he kisses you again, rougher this time. his other hand moves to cup your face, guiding you exactly how he wants you, his body moving closer until his knee is sliding between yours.
meanwhile, matt’s mouth is on your neck now, sucking a slow, deep mark into your skin as his hand finally moves between your legs, his hand finding your clit quickly, pressing right where you need it most. “matt,” you gasp, arching back into him, “please…” you moan as his fingers collect your wetness
“say what you want,” he growls into your neck, grinding against your backside now, slow and filthy. “use your words.” chris breaks the kiss and pulls back just enough to look at you, pupils blown wide, lips swollen. “yeah. tell us.”
you’re panting now, overwhelmed, dizzy with the attention, with the way they’re both on you, coordinated, practiced, like this isn’t the first time they’ve imagined it. “i want…” you trail off, moaning when matt’s fingers press more firmly, circling, slow and relentless.
“say it,” chris demands, leaning in to bite at your jaw. “say who you want.” your eyes flutter shut, and you whisper, “both of you.” and that’s all it takes. matt flips you onto your back, chris on his knees beside you while matt hovers above your hips. you gasp at the sudden shift, at how quick they become, no longer teasing, but hungry.
“mmm,” matt breathes, dragging your shorts down your legs with a kind of reverence that makes your entire body burn. “so wet baby…this all for us?”
you nod, but moan when chris leans down and kisses your chest through your tank top, teeth scraping lightly over your nipple. his hands tug the fabric up, lips immediately on bare skin. his tongue is slow, deliberate, and your back arches off the bed, his hands slowly squeezing your boobs, his thumbs circling your hardened nipples.
matt’s kissing down your stomach now, his breath warm and heavy as he presses soft, open-mouthed kisses along the edge of your hipbones. you can barely breathe, can barely move. they’re alternating now, chris kissing you again, deep and possessive, his hand stroking along your jaw, while matt’s tongue drags along your inner thigh, his fingers digging into your skin like he wants to leave marks.
they both undress you slowly, completely taking off all of your clothes and throwing it to the side. worshipping every inch of your body with their hands and mouths. you're laid down on the bed, your body flushed with desire, your pussy aching to be filled. matt settles between your thighs, his fingers trailing up your inner thighs teasingly. "you want this, don't you?" he smirks, his fingers brushing against your panties.
"yes," you whimper, your hips bucking, seeking more friction. chris kneels beside your head, his cock hard and throbbing, the tip glistening with pre-cum. "open up, baby," he commands, his voice thick with lust. eagerly, you take him into your mouth, your tongue swirling around the head of his cock. he groans, his fingers tangling in your hair, guiding your movements.
matt finally takes mercy on you, plunging two fingers into your dripping heat. "fuck, you're so tight," he growls, his fingers pumping in and out of you relentlessly. the room fills with the sounds of your moans, muffled by chris' cock filling your mouth. your body quivers, your climax building with each thrust of matt's fingers.
“cmon, you can do better than that.” chris commands, fisting a bit of your hair. you obey, your head bobbing faster, your tongue working chris' cock until he's moaning loudly, his hips bucking. with a guttural groan, he spills his seed into your mouth, and you swallow every drop greedily.
matt withdraws his fingers, leaving you empty and wanting. "please," you beg, your voice hoarse with desire. he smirks, his eyes dark with lust. "please what? use your words."
"please fuck me," you whimper, your pussy clenching around nothing. "since you asked so nicely," he chuckles, lining up his cock with your entrance. he thrusts into you hard, filling you completely. your back arches off the bed, a loud moan tearing from your throat. he sets a punishing pace, his hips slamming against yours, his cock hitting your g-spot with every thrust.
chris captures your nipples between his fingers again, pinching and rolling them, adding to the sensations overwhelming your body. "you love being used like this, don't you?" chris growls, his hand moving down to your clit as matt fucks your hole. "you're just a filthy little slut for us, yeah?”
his words send you hurtling over the edge, your pussy clamping down on his cock as you come hard, your screams echoing off the walls. matt follows soon after, his cock throbbing inside you as he fills you with his cum. he collapses on top of you, his weight pushing you into the mattress.
you lose track of how long they take with you, how many times you fall apart, only to be coaxed back again by their touch. they don’t stop until you’re shaking, sweat-drenched, lips swollen and thighs trembling, laid out and ruined between them. after, they don’t move. they stay wrapped around you, matt with his head on your stomach, fingers drawing lazy circles on your thigh. chris with his chest pressed to your side, face buried in your neck, still whispering soft, lingering things you can’t even process. this was the highlight of your trip for sure.
💌: surprise…..anddddd now goodnight im tired
