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The waitress comes by, getting our drink orders. A soda for me, and one Pepsi and one water for Chris. When she walks away, I look up at him with smile.

"So no Shirley Temple?" I whisper, looking down at my menu. He chuckles, "Nah, $15.99 is kind of crazy." "Damn, yeah."

The date was...nothing less than wonderful. I learned so much about him. He's a triplet, he's from Boston, and he really really likes Pepsi.

As we were walking out of the restaurant, I spot a glowing claw machine. I gasp and jog over to it, my pumps clicking. "I wanna do it!" I look through my purse for some quarters.

"Here, y/n." He says, handing me a $10 bill. I quickly shake my head. "No, no." I grab some money from my purse. "No. I said here." He pushes my hand away stubbornly. I grab the bill with a huff and pay with it.

I squeal and move the claw around to get the cute little olaf. Chris watches me, I can see his gaze in my peripherals. Not the claw machine. No.

Me.

I whine when I don't get the stuffed animal in time. He chuckles. "Lemme try." He clicks the button, waiting for the countdown. He looks up at me and winks before moving the claw around with precision. His movements calculated, tongue sticking out slightly in concentration.

"Which one you want again? That fat fucker?" He smirks. I gasp. "It's Olaf." He rolls his eyes, then gasps, the claw slowly lifts Olaf up, then drops it in the hole. I squeal and hug him.

He giggles and hugs me back. "Yay! Thank you, Chris!" I pull away, quickly bending over to grab the Olaf.

"You're awesome." I murmur, hugging my Olaf. "You too, y/n." He whispers, blushing. I smile. "Okay, lets go. It's almost 9. I have work tomorrow." I say, grabbing his hand to walk out, as we walk, he stops, pointing.

A photobooth.

"You wanna...take a photo?" He asks, smiling, pushing his hair back. I nod immediately. I open the curtain. Small bench.

"That's too small." I whine. He stares at the bench, thinking. "If you wanna sit on my knee you can." He shrugs, putting his hands in his jacket pocket.

Sit...on his knee? Who'd say no to that?

I nod with a shrug, trying to be nonchalant. He nods and sits, I sit down on his lap. Warm. He gently pulls my skirt down so it covers my thighs more. Oh fuck. I gently clear my throat and click the button.

5...4...3...2...1...

"Uhh...peace sign?" He smiles and throws up a peace sign, I do to, Olaf in my other hand.

5...4...3...2...1...

"Heart hands!" I squeak, I quickly do heart hands, he does too.

5...4...3...2...1...

"Uhm, maybe a-" he gently kisses me, his hands go to my waist, my hands wrap around his neck. FLASH!

We slowly pull away, I stare up at him. "That was better than my idea." I whisper. He smiles and gently pecks my lips once more then helps me out, still in a kiss-haze.

I take one of the photos, and he takes the other, I tuck it in my purse.

The drive home was nice, comfortable and quiet.

"Y/n, can you grab my wallet and make sure my black card is in there? I think i may have accidently forgot it." I grab it from his pocket and look in. There we are.

Folded photo of us from the photo of us, folded to it's the photo of us kissing. I smile and nod. "Yeah. It's here."

As we drove, I slowly fell asleep, Chris noticed but didn't wake me, instead he kissed my temple and pulled into my driveway. He gently rubbed my shoulder.

"Y/n...We're here." I slowly wake up, I sit up and yawn. "Home?" I whisper. He chuckles and nods, rubbing my back. He unbuckles my seatbelt and walks me to my door.

He stands there, under my porch light, looking down at me with his grey eyes, sharp jawline, and stubble.

He gently holds my hands. "I had a really nice time. It's been awhile since I've been on a date, kind of rusty." He admits.

I giggle, "Me too, don't worry."

He smiles, staring down at me. He gently leans down and kisses me. I wrap my arms around his neck, rubbing the nape of his neck, he gently caressing my lower back. It was different than the first kiss.

It was more romantic, dazed.

When we slowly part? We're both smiling like idiots. He pecks my lips once more.

"Goodnight hon..." He whispers, gently hugging me.

"Night, Chris...Thank you." He smiles and kisses my temple, he walks off, waving softly. I blush and open my front door, Lola wagging her tail from the couch.

I scoop her up and squeal. "Mommy's gonna be wifed up!" I giggle, dancing around my kitchen. I look out. Chris chuckling to himself as he exits my driveway. Chris caught me dancing and smiling from the kiss.

"A-fucking-gain?!"

i think this is the worst one ive wrote....

Soon my ass, you think. It’s been almost three hours since he told you he’d be streaming. 

It doesn’t help that you two were in the middle of making out when Chris texted him to remind him that they’d stream soon.

Now you’re stuck waiting for your boyfriend to wrap up the stream so you can continue where you’d left off. 

Or… 

You can always be a little sneaky about it. 

You bite back the devilish grin beginning to stretch across your lips and slowly bring yourself up to your feet, sauntering over to Matt’s room. Thankfully, the door to his room is slightly ajar.

But you pause in front of it, not pushing in yet.

Matt hasn’t told his fans that he has a girlfriend yet—to protect you from the hateful, invasive fans—so you unfortunately can’t just waltz into his room. That’d cause too much trouble and put his efforts to keep you hidden in vain.

An idea pops up in your head and you slowly drop to your knees, pushing the door slowly to open it just enough so you can crawl inside his room without getting caught in the in-built camera of his monitor. Luckily for you, Matt’s monitor was facing straight, meaning the door isn’t visible for his viewers. 

But Matt has already noticed you after hearing the subtle creaking of the door hinges. Frozen in place, he stares at his girlfriend on her knees in the doorway.

He looked confused at first, blinking at you. Then he looked worried that his viewers would notice, glancing back at the chat to see if they were suspicious as to why he was looking at something (or someone) off camera. 

But then came the smile. 

He looks utterly amused now, biting back his grin as he shakes his head subtly. Despite seeing what he saw, he goes back to focusing on the game as if nothing happened.

You feel your eye twitch. 

Oh, he doesn’t realize what he just started.

"Chris! Come on! You’re not supposed to go that way!" Matt yells, groaning in frustration, already forgetting about your presence.

Little does he know, you’re already crawling into the room, determined to turn the tables around and have him begging. 

When you reach his desk, you poke at his leg through his jeans and feel him freeze up again. He doesn’t dare look down, but you can see his jaw working as he slowly spreads his legs wider so you can crawl under the desk between them. 

You grin and get into position, watching him continue to play—but less focused and more nervously now. He’s not sure what you’re trying to do. He just hopes you won’t do something extreme like suck his dick-

Ziiip

Oh.

Matt swallows thickly, trying not to give anything away. He can’t let his viewers or his brothers know what was happening—or about to happen—under his desk.

You thought he’d push you away and signal for you to stop, but he doesn’t, in fact, he lifts his hips just enough for you to tug his jeans and boxers down. He was already half-hard, twitching helplessly against his lower abdomen. He even adjusted his monitor so no one would see his body from the waist down.

You smile to yourself, loving how he matches your freak so well.

You wrap your fingers around him, feeling him pulse urgently against your palm. It doesn’t take much effort for him to grow into full hardness, head flushed and throbbing. 

He glances down at you briefly, silently begging with his eyes for you to do something—anything. 

He’s feeling hornier than usual. More desperate. More needy. Maybe it’s because he was cockblocked by his brothers—Or maybe, just maybe, it’s because he’s on live in front of thousands of people and one wrong move would let everyone know something they shouldn’t.

It’s risky and it could affect the future of his and his brothers’ channel, but he might have discovered something new about himself. He finds this utterly thrilling—to say the least.

You lean closer to his lap, fighting back a laugh when his dick jumps at your proximity, and you gently blow at his tip, watching with an amused expression as Matt shudders at the sensation, gasping sharply.

No one seems to have noticed his gasp, though. Thankfully.

You know you’re going to enjoy this, and Matt’s already dreading the teasing you were about to do.

Your tongue flattens against the underside of his shaft as you lick a broad stripe up from the base to the tip, focusing on that vein just below the head of his cock. Matt white knuckles the armrests of his gaming chair, his eyes closing briefly, lips parting. 

The pleasure shooting up his spine is so sudden and intense that it has him fighting back everything not to moan out loud.

"Matt, what the fuck are you doing? We’re gonna die!"

Chris’s voice snaps Matt out of it and he quickly focuses back to the game—or tries to. He realizes quite quickly that no matter how hard he tries to pull his attention back to the game, he couldn’t quite do it. 

You wrap your lips around him slowly, teasingly, swirling your tongue around his tip as you hollow your cheeks to suckle on the head. Focusing on the most sensitive part of his dick has Matt’s vision blurring, and he lets out a shaky breath, jaw slack, brows pinched together, eyes glued to the game on his screen.

For most people, it’d simply seem like he’s just way too focused on playing, but some eagle eyed freaks know exactly what’s taking place under Matt’s desk.

Chris laughs suddenly. "Matt, Matt!" He yells over the game. "Someone just asked if you’re getting head under the desk."

Matt’s heart drops to his ass.

Fuck, was he making faces? Was he being too loud? Were the slurping sounds that loud? What the fuck gave it away?

Despite the million thoughts running through his mind, he decides to act like Chris was saying the most ridiculous thing he’s heard in his life to mask his sudden panic.

"What are you talking about, Chris?" He makes a face.

Chris laughs harder. "Who would even get head while streaming?"

"You totally would," Nick chimes in.

"Oh shut up, Nick," Chris scoffs. "Don’t say that shit on stream."

Matt tries to laugh along but the way you’re starting to bob your head, taking more of him each time your mouth descends his length, is driving him near insane. You’re showing him no mercy as you switch techniques, sucking his head and twisting your wrists up and down and around the length of his cock like you’re trying to wring him dry.

Matt’s eyes roll back briefly, pleasure shooting up his spine, and he quickly squeezes his eyes shut, worried he’d give it all away.

"Oh, God…" He moans quietly under his breath, hips lifting against your hungry mouth as he opens his eyes to peer down at you.

Oh fuck.

His eyes immediately snap back to his monitor screen, swallowing thickly. The view he just saw almost made him bust right then and there, his balls pulling taut against his body. The sight of you looking up at him with your pretty eyes as you worked him over replaying in his mind.

"Shit, I’ve to pee really bad. I’ll be right back." Matt chokes out. Voice breathless with a subtle whine bleeding into his tone as he mutes himself and turns off his camera, leaving his brothers a little puzzled. Why’d he turn off his camera and mute his camera even though he simply went out of the room when he needed the bathroom before this?

But Chris and Nick shrug it off despite their suspicion and go back to talking to each other. Occasionally reading the chat while the game stays paused in the background as they wait for Matt to come back.

Matt on the other hand feels like he’s about to explode. Finally letting out the quiet, breathy moans and groans that were bubbling in the back of his throat, his hands found their way onto your head, fingers threading through your hair.

"Fuck- Oh, fuck– I’m so close. God, if you keep going like that-" He cuts himself off with a sharp inhale. A tremor runs through his thighs and his grip on your hair tightens subtly as you change it up again by taking him down your throat.

He groans, utterly wrecked, at the sight of your lips wrapped around his base, mouth stuffed full of his thickness. You sputter and cough around his base, but you don’t pull back for a few long seconds, enjoying the look on his face. 

But you have to breathe so you reluctantly pull away, gasping for air as your hands work him in the meantime. Your lips curl at the corners as you chuckle breathlessly at the way he’s twitching in your touch. "You close, baby?"

Matt nods quickly, his breath catching in his throat as you twist your wrists. "Yes, fuck. Please, don’t stop."

The sound of his desperation is your cue to swallow his cock again. Your hands leave his shaft and instead grip his thighs for leverage as you begin to bob your head again. Each movement ends with his tip nestling in your throat before you pull back an inch or two, then repeating it all over again.

Deep throating him has Matt on the verge of his seat—quite literally.

He’s trying to breathe through it, but you’re not even letting him, and he knows he won’t last much longer. A mixture of your spit and his pre oozes down your chin in a long milky string that later connects with your cleavage.

"Fuck, I’m cumming-" Matt suddenly warns, gasping and groaning as he grips your hair tighter, pulling your face flush against his crotch in the heat of the moment.

You let him use your throat as his hips buck sharply a few times, your eyes watering as you feel his hot cum flood the back of your throat, leaving you no choice but to swallow it all.

Gulping down his release greedily, you feel a sense of accomplishment as you listen to your boyfriend’s moans turn into quiet whimpers as he finally releases your hair and slumps back against his chair. 

You pull him out of your mouth with a wet pop, sighing as you slump forward. Placing your head on his lap right beside his spent cock, you look up at him with a soft smile, cheek squished subtly against his thigh.

Matt looks down at you with gratitude, satisfied beyond belief, limbs heavy and body buzzing with the remainder of his orgasm. His hand reaches down to tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear, voice all slow and soft as he mumbles. "That was… wow… You’re amazing, you know that?."

You chuckle, and lift your head to look at him better. "Yeah?"

"Yeah…" Matt murmurs, wiping the slickness on your chin from his precum and your spit. "C’mere."

You obey and slowly stand up, your legs feeling like jelly from sitting in the same position on his floor for so long. Matt immediately pulls you by your hips to straddle him. "Look at that… so messy." He comments on the sticky mix of liquids on your cleavage peaking out from your low neck tank top. 

"Think it’s a mess down here too?" He teases as he cups you through your lounge shorts, feeling the heat radiating off you.

"Why don’t you find out?" You retort playfully, bottom lip getting stuck between your teeth as you grind down on his hand.

He half laughs, half groans, dropping his head on your shoulder. "You’re not playing fair... I’m getting hard again." He mumbles quietly like he’s embarrassed how fast his body reacts to you.

"Then I’ll just take care of it again."

Matt looks up. "You mean it?"

"Mhm…" Your lips curl into a devious smile as you decide to tease him further. "But this time with a different pair of lips."

Matt groans at that, and the next second, you’re hauled up from his chair with him and thrown on his bed. He immediately settles between your thighs, eyes dark, cheeks still flushed from his earlier orgasm.

"Different pair of lips huh?"

Your pulse jumps at his tone, and you nod slowly, biting your lip teasingly as you trail your manicured nails down his clothed chest. He shivers and groans again.

"God, I’m gonna fuck you so good…" He promises gruffly.

To be continued<3

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