#desturns

FATHER'S DAY SPECIAL , making matt a daddy

a lot about matt got you insanely horny. his hands, his beautiful smile, the way he'd be able to make you laugh until you were crouched over near pissing yourself, his stubble when he got too lazy to shave down after a couple of days. hell, half the time all you needed to do was look at him and you're ready to pounce. but the one thing that made you worked up without a shadow of a doubt?

watching him interact with kids.

there was something about the way matt was playing with your cousins, nieces and nephews right now that was getting you. . . for lack of better words, aroused. last year, you visited his dad for father's day, but this year it was your turn to bring him home. your dad wanted a big dinner with his family and everyone happily obliged, and when it was over, matt couldn't resist when the younger children begged him to play with them.

the way he feigned defeat whenever they'd tackle him to the way he'd kindly scold them whenever they were being too rough. it was down right attractive, and the minute you guys got back to your apartment, you were determined to let him know just how much you loved it.

your hips grind against his, burying his cock deeper into you as you set a slow yet passionate pace. matt was flat on his back, his jaw slacked as he stared up at you in lust, awe and admiration. his hands were everywhere–gripping your waist, occasionally cupping your tits that bounced, but never taking control. you insisted that tonight you were going to take care of him. he's so in love with you, how could he deny you?

“doin’ s-so good. . . jus’ like that,” he praised breathlessly, his hands returning to your thighs as he held back his impending orgasm. he wanted you to cum first– you always came first and he didn't want to ruin it by getting you off him.

you practically purred at his praise, your hands continuing to clutch at his shoulders, your nails leaving indents behind. his words encouraged you to keep your pace, alternating between bouncing and grinding in a way that had him a whimpering mess beneath you.

but you knew that he was holding back and right now, you wanted nothing more than for him to lose it. “c’mon, baby. cum for me.”

matt shook his head mindlessly, too fucked out to verbally protest as another whine left his lips, his eyes squeezing shut as he desperately tried to hold back. he could feel his dick twitch and throb inside you and he tried to lift you up before he released within your slick walls, but you planted yourself back on him. “nuh uh. cum in me. lemme feel it.”

that got him to open his eyes real fast. he looked up at you with a sense of confusion and arousal, his hands now grabbing your waist. “w-what? pretty, i’m n-not wearing a co–”

“cum in me, matt. please. need it,” you panted out almost desperately, now riding him harder just to make him lose his edge, holding back your own noises of enjoyment. “want it so bad. wanna get pregnant, give you a kid. god, you'll be the b-best dad. please–cum in me.”

he didn't need to be told twice. he let himself go freely, shooting thick spurts inside you with a loud groan. you were more than satisfied now, letting yourself come around him, milking and squeezing him for all his worth. after your orgasm, you thought he'd be done, that you were both fully satisfied. but then he was flipping you over and nestling between your legs.

“gonna make you the prettiest mama. wanna make me a dad, huh?” he mumbled, his words full of promise before he started fucking into you again. “c'mon, give it to me, baby.”

after all— he's so in love with you, how could he deny you?

A/N happy father's day to yall who still got daddies and stuff. i personally don't celebrate today, but i will be celebrating with dilf!matt 😛

she stars along milo in the show school spirits with peyton list!

bfb!chris gets hard in the middle of the night, letting bbf!reader sleep while still using her help

smut, male masterbation, somnophilia, spit

it was that time of night when everything was still.

the sound of crickets echoing throughout the night, the soft chill coming in from the open window matt accidentally left open in the kitchen. you hadn't meant to sleep over—okay, correction, you hadn't meant to sleep over in chris’ bed. you were originally on the couch, but after he grabbed you when nick and matt went to sleep, you just couldn't bring yourself to drag yourself back.

not after he left you sore and tingling, feeling like you couldn't make it up the stairs by yourself.

chris wasn't too keen on you sleeping in his bed, but after leaving you fucked out and exhausted, it wasn't like he had much of a choice. unless he wanted his brothers to see your ratted hair and the sudden hickies on your neck. so, while you got comfortable in his sheets, he quickly moved upstairs to clear the couch of your things—making it seem like you left without telling them so they wouldn't question where you were.

was it wrong to still be sneaking around? maybe. but chris didn't want to deal with the ‘oh, don't hurt her’ or the ‘oh, you're horrible for using her like that’ lectures from his brothers that he knew he'd get. he knew what he wanted and what he liked, and right now, he wanted you, liked having you at his mercy just as much as you liked the way he made you fall apart. he thought about the way you shook around him as he fluffed the pillows back into their original place, the way you milked him dry before he had nothing else to give.

the thought stayed with him even as he ventured back to his room with your things, seeing a lumpy figure under his covers. you were already out—eyes closed peacefully, legs parted with one resting high and your hands clasped together under your cheek. he hesitated at the door, unsure if he should wake you or not. thinking about the way you came had gotten him semi-hard again, but he did just wreck your shit. . .

after a few more minutes of going back and forth with himself, for once in his career, christopher sturniolo made the decision to just shut the door. turn off the lights. and get in bed besides you.

he didn't cuddle you or anything, god no. cuddling led to feelings, and feelings led to labels, and labels meant he couldn't be a free man or that he'd be subjected to your eventual realization that you deserved so much better than him. no way, josè. but he could pull the covers up and close his eyes, feeling the heat of your body radiate to his side as he drifted off.

sleep didn't last long.

not when he had gone down already half horned up and only ended up dreaming of your body wrapped around his—the way your tits would bounce wildly whenever he had you on your back, or the way your ass clapped against his pelvis when you were bent over. the way you'd cream all over the base of his cock before he turned your pussy into a glazed donut, spreading his cum around until you were a soppy mess.

chris’ eyes fluttered open, an almost pained groan leaving him as soon as he was conscious again. his breathing was heavy and there was a thin sheet of sweat over his forehead—but none of that mattered when his dick, trapped in his basketball shorts, was painfully hard. he could feel it throbbing faintly and the way it pitched under the blanket, even when covered up, was almost embarrassing.

he looked over at your sleeping form, noticing you were turned to him now, eyes closed with your mouth slightly ajar. your lips had formed a pout, drool tricking out from the corner of your mouth onto his pillow. normally, he'd be upset at you for ruining his satin pillowcases, but he was so fucking horny that even being slightly annoyed didn't cross his mind.

diverting his attention back to his aching problem, his hands under the covers shimmed his shorts down just enough, moving carefully as to not jostle you awake. the moment his dick was free of the containment, his hand wrapped around the base, his eyes closing tightly at the pressure.

fuck. . . he thought to himself as his thumb moved to his tip, teasing himself by releasing some pressure and moving like a feather on his skin, to the slit to collect the little drops of precum already formed.

there had been enough for chris to enjoy a few lathered strokes, but not enough to make himself cum yet—enough to get him excited about the idea. he'd have to just spit in his hand if he wanted to keep touching himself before he dried up and gave himself a burn. he looked back at your face to make sure you were still asleep, but the second he caught the sight of your drool again, a thought entered his head. a smirk slowly took shape on his lips as he removed his hand from cock, carefully moving it out from the blanket over to your mouth.

the drool collected on his fingers easy enough, his hand at an awkward position to collect all of it, but it was worth it. when he thought there was enough on his hand to satisfy him, he gave your cheek a light pat with his free hand, grazing his thumb against the smoothness of your skin for a second after before pulling away. you flinched a bit at the contact and your eyes fluttered like they might open, but they didn't.

“fuckin’ good girl,” he muttered low enough that even he could barely hear himself, his drool-covered hand moving back under the sheets, stroking himself once more. he didn't even say those words to you when he had you folded like a pretzel before, but even asleep, you were able to make sure he came. it felt deserved.

his hand continued its onslaught on his cock, yet his eyes never left your face. it was easy to fall back into the fantasy in his dreams with his eyes locked on your mouth and your slightly exposed neck, knowing you were naked under the blanket making him bite his lip to stifle his light moans. he ducked his head down just a bit, his free hand lifting the covers up the slightest to get a view of your breasts. his cock twitched at the sight of them and he resisted the urge to reach out and grab, but that didn't mean he couldn't look.

you didn't get changed after the quick in what universe fuck you guys had, and he'd never been more grateful for your dumbass before. to chris, you normally didn't have any good ideas, but this was one he was going to reward you with when you woke up—and then he was trembling. just the thought of eating you out first thing in the morning, just because you'd been able to help him cum even if you didn't necessarily do anything, was enough to make him hold in his grunt, hand pausing at the base of himself as ropes of white began to pulse out. he gave three last lazy strokes, squeezing out what he could, some of it getting smeared on the blanket and most of it ending up all over his hand.

chris’ head sagged against his pillow with relief, his eyes closing with relaxation. he didn't move his hand until a few minutes later, eyeing a shirt on the floor next to the bed and reaching for it without hesitation. when he picked it up, he realized it was yours, but did he actually care about ruining your clothes to leave in? not really. after wiping himself up and making sure nothing else was going to get on his sheets, he lifted his shorts back up and turned to his side, now facing you.

you slept on, not having the slightest inkling as to what just happened. he could've woken you up, had you help him relieve the pressure yourself, but instead he chose to let you sleep. that in itself was a damn miracle and he really should've made you blow him in the morning for making the effort, but now he'd gotten it in his head about licking you up—making you tremble on his tongue while you rutted your hips pathetically against his face, like you always did.

he was close enough that if he just extended his hand, it'd land on your hips. he could bring you in if he wanted. and for a second, it was like his hand had a mind of its own. . .

until he moved it to give your nipple a light graze and forced himself to turn away from you, too spent to do anything else.

summary. . . shower sex with matt turns into your first introduction with his brothers turns into matt proving himself, however that looks like.

warnings. . . mdni, smut, shower sex, pnv, some clit & nipple play, heavily implied f receiving oral towards the end, not proofread, over 2.7k words

des speaks. . . sigh. guys i actually hate this i think it's one of my worst creations yet u can tell i had no idea how to end it off oh my god HOWEVER i just needed to put SOMETHING out so my creative juices could start flowing again. buuuutttt i do have some bbf and bfb cookin in my docs and i am pretty excited about that tbh 🤭 alr alr alr read on sluts

you'd known at some point you'd have to meet matt's brothers, but you didn't think it'd be like this.

if you had known they were planning on popping up like a bunch of weeds, surprise hugs and gifts under their arms, than maybe you wouldn't have teased matt enough to have him join you in the shower—wouldn't have started touching him in the way that had him preening under your fingertips, wouldn't have started kissing him as the stream of water hit the both of you, wouldn't have lifted your leg so he'd have better access to your cunt that throbbed with desire.

“fuckin’. . .” you panted out, your words sounding like a hybrid between a plea and a protest. “feels so good, matt. keep goin’ please. . .”

his next thrust was deeper, but not rough—never rough with you—making your toes curl from where they were locked around his waist. “yeah, baby? right there?”

you nodded wordlessly, words failing you as he hit that spongy spot inside you that made you open up to him even more, gripping him tight enough to pull him in further. your body couldn't get enough of the way he made you feel, constantly making you feel like you were about to explode like a pack of fireworks. matt could feel what he was doing to you, could feel the way your pussy was tightening around him like it never wanted his dick to be apart from it ever again.

“cum, baby,” matt whispered in your ear, his tone firm yet full of love despite his dirty words, caring more for your pleasure than his. “c’mon, you could do it, baby. cum all over my dick. suck me in juusst like that–shit–fuckin’ love it when you cream allll on me, baby, c’mon—lemme see it.”

he secured your leg around his waist, holding your leg with his left hand and making sure your hands were properly wrapped around his neck before his right hand trailed down, finding your clit easily. it felt like a little pebble, throbbing from lack of attention, the feeling almost making him chuckle if touching it didn't immediately make you gasp and mewl. his touch was light, his thumb rubbing tight circles around the small bundle of nerves—he knew it was only a matter of seconds before you came, your walls already starting to pulsate around him.

just a few more deep thrusts, some timely rubbed circles and—

“matty! yo, where you at?”

matt's entire body froze, his hand and hips stopping just a second off from your orgasm.

that intense euphoric feeling you were about to achieve was ripped from you in an instant, going from fuzzy to frustrated within a second. “matt, what the fuck—”

“shh, shh,” he cuts you off with an index finger to your mouth, your brows raising incredulously from his audacity. you would've bit his finger off and started complaining at him for edging you like this, but then you saw his wide eyes and the way he seemed to be trying very hard to listen to something.

after another five antagonizing seconds of silence, you both hear it clearly this time. well, not clearly, the words were faint behind the bathroom tile walls, but they were still there. “matt, c’mon, we came all this way to surprise you, and this is the thanks we get?! get your ass down here, kid!”

matt groans lowly as his forehead leans against yours, your own eyes widening with recognition. not exactly recognition because you've never met them in person yet, but shit, were you about to. muttering a quick sorry and kissing the side of your mouth, matt pulls out of you—slow enough to not overstimulate you, fast enough that he didn't keep his brothers waiting—and turns the water off from the shower.

you watch him for a brief moment stumble around the bathroom, throwing on his shorts he left on the ground before tossing you a towel, grabbing one for himself for his hair, running it through like he was trying to create a fire.

“matt, why are your brothers here right now?” you hissed in a whisper at him, holding the towel to your chest. you weren't mad, not at all, but you felt like you were allowed to be shocked.

this was definitely not how you planned on meeting them. fucking their brother in the shower and then a minute later showing your face to say hello? absolutely not.

“‘m sorry, baby, i don’t know,” he mumbled hastily, checking himself in the mirror before looking back at you, already backing to the door. he tucked his still hard length into his waistband—classic—before shrugging on the shirt he left on the sink. “they like to visit from time to time, think it's a ‘good' surprise. just—fuck, get dressed and meet us downstairs, okay? i'll make it up to you, angel, i promise.”

he was already out of the bathroom before you could throw a complaint—which would be reasonable, considering you were now left aching for that release and had to play meet and greet with the few people you actually wanted to impress.

after briefly and honestly, thinking about masterbating before exiting the shower, you decide you'd rather not add to your list of embarrassments tonight and just started getting ready. even that was an understatement when all you did was dry off, sneak to your guys’ bedroom while hearing three sounds of laughter come from the living room, and get dressed in something decent—an oversized shirt with loose shorts, with unfortunately, a bra underneath.

you didn't hate bras, but you preferred to keep them off when in the comfort of your home when it was just you and matt—but there was no way you'd show your face to his brothers with your nipples acting like mountain peaks right now, so, sacrifices had to be made.

when it came time to actually meet chris and nick, they surprisingly didn't make too many “caught you at a bad time?” jokes, giving both their brother and you some grace and respect even though it was totally obvious from the way both you and matt had wet hair. they were funny and polite, not that you were expecting anything less from the way matt described them, but it made the interaction more bearable to get through.

turned out, as well as randomly dropping by to see their brother who they haven't seen since “he bagged a baddie” their words, although, it did crack you up, they were also going to be staying the night. you weren't all that angry about that fact, you didn't care if they stayed one night or ten, but you were a little disappointed because you knew matt wasn't going to resume shit while his family was in the same house. he was respectful like that and, plus, you had a mouth on you.

you were back in your room now, brushing through your now damp hair with a wince while he was setting his brothers up with pillows and blankets for the couch. your bra was hanging off the side of the bed and your libido was suddenly gone, replaced with this closed lid irritation for the fact that you were no longer horny. after applying your hair oil that was definitely too late to even use but you didn't care anymore, the door opened and closed swiftly, matt releasing a breath he didn't even know he was holding as he leaned against the closed door.

“i love my brothers, i do,” he started saying in a whisper, your eyes glancing at him from the mirror. “but they have the worst timing.”

you shrugged one shoulder, attempting to act more casual than you felt, closing the cap on your bottle. “could've been worse. they could've walked in on us in doggy or something.”

his gaze held onto your figure, eyes tracking the way you moved around your vanity like a tight rope ready to snap loose. he had noticed you were wearing your bra while talking with chris and nick, but it was gone, twin peaks poking through your shirt due to the small chill in the room. he felt that familiar ache start to return—his dick, that was so neatly tucked between his pelvis and his waistband, twitching just slightly.

“you mad at me?” he asked quietly after a beat, the question catching you off guard that you turned to look at him. he looked small against the door, like he was bracing himself, but there was a different look in his eye other than guilty.

“no. what? why would i be mad at you?”

he looked at the ground, not trusting what he did if he kept looking at your tits with his brothers in the next room. “i mean, kinda accidentally edged you. i'd be pissed, too, if you did that to me.”

you stared at matt, conflicted choosing between being a drama queen and making it a bigger deal than it was or letting it go and instead focusing on how well your first introduction to the boys went. well, not like how you intended, but for what it was worth given the situation. your shoulders dropped and you softened your voice, shaking your head. “i'm not mad. a little frustrated, obviously, i was edged to death in that shower, but your brothers are funny. i'm glad i got to meet them, under the circumstances.”

his eyes flicked back up to yours, as if testing whether you were lying or not to make him feel better. “yeah? you liked them?”

you were nodding now, a small smile forming on your face as you recalled one of nicks bizarre stories while chris offered commentary the whole time, you and matt laughing at every joke and comparison. “yeah, actually, a lot. like, would i have preferred meeting them in a restaurant or a coffee spot or somewhere in neutral ground? yeah, but i didn't, and it was better that they weren't making it a big deal or anything. that helped.”

it took matt a second to register your words before he was smiling, too—the one that made you feel lighter and relieved and a little giddy that you got along with his brothers. he pushed off the door and crossed over to you in two strides, hands itching at his sides like he wanted to touch you, but was holding himself back. “yeah, they're cool like that. i can tell they liked you, too—they don't perform their over the top stories for just anybody.”

you giggled, your own relief and a small sense of pride washing through you, turning back to your mirror in the vanity. finally, like he couldn't help himself, matt leaned down and placed his hands on your shoulders, fingers kneading gently before kissing your cheek. you blushed at the softness of it, locking eyes with him in the reflection. “thank you. seriously.”

you wanted to feign some sense of humbleness, to act like you didn't know why he was thanking you—knowing damn well that at any point you could've gotten pissy, threw a fit. but before you could come up with a remark, he was kissing behind your ear, hands making their way down your chest. you stilled as he grabbed both your breasts, squeezing gently to feel your hard nubs against his palm.

“and i promised that i'd make it up to you,” he added before punctuating it with another soft kiss at the side of your neck, hands now fondling your tits in the way that was making you feel a little dizzy.

not only because he knew massaging them would turn you on, but because he was usually against the idea of being intimate when around other people. you remembered when you'd taken him to meet your parents and you both stayed in your childhood bed—the man practically built a pillow wall just to stop you from getting any ideas. this new boldness was surprising and, at the very least, welcomed.

“with your bothers two doors down? won't you get worried they'd—”, your cut off when he started sucking on your skin, pinching one of your nipples through your shirt, a small moan leaving your lips before you gathered yourself, “—hear us?”

matt didn't answer, at least not right away. instead he took away his hands and turned you around, making you sit facing him. he was looking at you with a fierce mix of lust and love and it made you only needier, feeling that heat return to your core like it never left. then he was leaning in again, hands finding your knees, pulling your legs apart slowly.

“i know, baby, but. . .” he got down on his knees between your legs and paused, as if he were ashamed to even be thinking it with family in close proximity, before rushing the words out in a low tone, leaning up so your faces were only inches away. “fuck, i just really need this.”

“you. . . really need?. . .”

he brushed his lips against yours, eyes locked onto yours. the intensity would've once made you squirm and shy away from his gaze, but now, you relished in it. “really, sweetheart? you gonna make me say it?”

even in the heat of the moment, you couldn't bite back your smirk. “that depends. is it something you're gonna cringe at immediately after?”

matt's brows shot up, his face creating the smallest bit of distance as he looked at you incredulously. “you sayin’ i cringe after saying extremely sexy and dirty things?”

your shoulders lifted in a tiny shrug. “i mean, i’m not not saying you do that. . . but you do have the tendency to overthink your words in the moment unless you're already in me.”

matt held your gaze for a beat as if he was looking for something he was missing, like he'd find it written all over your face. you didn't break eye contact because you weren't going to lie—if anything, you liked when matt embarrassed himself and when he lost himself in your shared intimacy. however, it seemed like your words broke a dam in him, his face twisting from soft and teasing to a determined thing.

before you knew it, you were being hauled off your chair and carried over to the bed, yelping when you realized your feet were off the ground. he tossed you on the bed softly, tsking with a little head shake. “‘overthink my words unless i'm in you’. now, i love you, but shut up or else my brothers will hear.”

your eyes almost bulged out of your skull as you watched him tug his shirt off, sputtering real quick before he dropped to his knees again and tugged you forward. the motion made you gasp before you realized what he planned on doing, the anticipation swirling in your gut.

he left your sleep shorts on, but now your knees were separated apart, almost being pushed up to your chest. he started by kissing the inside of your thigh and then, just to further confuse you on where this sudden act of boldness came from, nipped you. “good luck talkin’ all that shit while i’m licking this sweet pussy.”

you shivered when he moved his mouth directly to your clothed center, lips kissing against the fabric. “i-i don't know, i can already see you b-blush from her—”

“the only person that's gonna be blushing is gonna be you when i’m done making you cum on my tongue,” he murmured before giving one last kiss through the material before bringing your legs back together, just to pull them off you in a swift motion, the cold air immediately hitting your warmth and making you gasp again. “now i love you, but you need to keep that pretty mouth closed, alright? can't have my brothers hearin’.”

you truly didn't know what the hell had gotten into him—he was never this unabashed when there were other people around, when his brain wasn't already turned off from all the sex. and fuck, his new attitude was making you soaking, watching as he attacked your pussy with his mouth and his saliva mixed with your essence.

you made sure to take into account that interrupted sex + some light teasing = a very determined matt.

an lowkey ain't proofread so. . . luvs it ! haven't written in so long omg im rusty as fuck

“please, baby, please lemme just put it in. need it so bad, please. . .”

matt's been saying the same damn thing now for the last twenty minutes, the only difference being the sound of his desperation increasing each time. but you weren't budging from where you were, on top of him, slowly grinding your pussy back and forth on his cock that was resting on his abdomen.

by now, with the added lube and the way your hole was practically drooling all over him, it would've been easy to slip his dick in and start riding him the way he went crazy for—but then where would the fun in that be?

you looked back down at him, making sure to pause your body just as you rubbed against his leaky, red tip, satisfied with the result of your teasing. he looked like a goddamn mess—hair sticking to his forehead, eyes glossy, his lips in a permanent pout that was letting out those sweet whimpers you loved. he was trying his best to remain calm, his hands at your hips. never controlling, just. . . tethering. grounding himself.

“but doesn't this feel good?” you taunt him lightly, applying more pressure as you glide back and forth, a moan of pleasure softly escaping you. you knew you were being cruel, drawing your teasing out to the point where you didn't think he'd last more than a minute inside you.

you had to work on that, you guessed.

matt's fingers tightened where they held you, his eyes now flickering back to where your cunt was rubbing against his cock, already covered with your slick to the point that the lube you added was useless. “feels so fuckin’ good, baby, i–i just. . .” matt trailed off, shifting his gaze away as if that would hold back his restraint.

“you just what, sweet boy?” you ask absentmindedly, leaning down to press a kiss against his jaw as your back arched against him. his hands had a mind of their own, automatically caressing the small of your back and the top of your ass.

he looked embarrassed to say the words out loud, closing his eyes before just forcing them out of his mouth in a pathetic tone. “i. . . i wanna last, y’know? and ‘m not gonna last long like this. . .”

fuck, if you weren't a sucker for the way his voice trembled, like he got caught to something he did wrong and had to confess. you pulled back just enough to be centimeters away from his face, his heavy breathing fanning your face. for a second, your expression gave him a bit of hope that you'd put him out of his misery and let him feel you, all of you.

until—

“another five minutes, baby. trust me, it'll be worth it.”

warnings. none :) just fluff and a curse here and there . not proofread! <3

part two

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“are you fuckin’ goin’ through the early stages of cataracts or somethin— like what is the problem here?”

feeling a slight vibration against your chest and hearing the hushed sounds of matt trash talk his brothers through the headset as they all played fortnite together, the pure irritation in his tone as chris just couldn't land his shots, was enough to make your eyes slowly flutter open.

you had come over earlier to just hang out with the boys after they were done filming a car video. after going out to eat and coming back, the four of you decided to play a couple of rounds of fortnite together. you weren't the best player ever by any standards, rarely playing games by yourself whenever you had little downtime to spare, but you found yourself where you'd always find yourself when you were willing to play with them; on matt's lap in his desk chair.

it wasn't weird or anything. it was easier for the both of you since he always allowed you to use split-screen, something neither chris and nick were willing to do since they complained it ‘made it difficult to aim’, and if you sat anywhere else you definitely wouldn't be able to see anything. you never sat on him inappropriately, either; you'd always pick a leg and sit sideways on him, curling into a little ball against his chest since that was the most comfortable.

not that matt cared if you were on one thigh or practically straddling him. he didn't mind one bit. in fact, matt lived for the moments when you'd agree to play fortnite with him and his brothers because then he knew he'd get you in his favorite way. with him. curled up against his chest with an arm wrapped around your waist, practically enclosing you into his embrace as both hands gripped his controller.

you guys were friends, sure, and maybe friends shouldn't like the feeling of their friends on their laps. but matt relished in the feeling and he'd be lying if he said he felt guilty.

shortly after three rounds of the game, he felt your body get slightly heavier, heard your breathing even out where your head was resting under his chin, your grip on the controller practically nonexistent as it felt onto his lap. you'd fallen asleep and matt just didn't have the heart to wake you up. how could he? you were in his favorite position against him, at your most vulnerable, your most trusting. this was an opportunity far too good to pass up.

unfortunately, matt got very competitive when it came to playing more than two hours worth of fortnite. like right now.

chris wasn't landing his shots, nick kept fucking with the build tool, and he was trying to win against two other players who seemed to have been playing fortnite since its release date. all of his sudden jerks and tensing up whenever he'd die or lose combined with his hushed criticism eventually lead to now.

you waking up with your face pressed against the crook of his neck, close enough where you can hear chris respond back to matt in an equally annoyed tone.

matt felt a feather-light touch on his skin, your eyelashes brushing up against his neck as you started to open your eyes, and tensed up as his own eyes went a little wide. shit, fuck she's waking up, was all he thought as he gently pulled back enough to look down at you.

“shh, it's okay, you can go back to sleep,” he murmured softly once catching sight of your eyes in a squint, his hand reaching up to mute his mic as his focus was no longer on winning.

he could hear chris in his ears immediately start bitching once he dies, calling him a hypocrite, but he ignored it.

“n-no, i’m—” you pause so you could let out the small yawn that you were apparently holding up before letting your eyes close briefly, rubbing them so you'd wake up. “—shit, sorry, i didn't mean to knock out on you.” you'd never accidentally fallen asleep on him before, never slept around him really unless it was a thirty minute nap on their couch and he was sitting close by. for all you know, he was hiding his annoyance from you so you wouldn't feel bad.

“eh, it's fine. i don't mind being a human body pillow,” he shrugged his shoulders and softly smiled, his eyes taking in your freshly awakened features. the way your lip pouted slightly, the way your eyes were still droopy… there were so many things he wanted to say to you at that moment, yet couldn't.

you softly yawned once more and started to shift so you could get off his lap and at least go to the couch, but then you realized his arm was still around your waist, still holding his controller, essentially trapping you in his embrace still. before you could ask him to let you go, he spoke up first.

“hey—stay with me, will you?”

he wanted you to stay with him? like this?

“are you sure…? i mean, i know i’m not exactly the lightest person ever—”

“don't start that bullshit. just go back to sleep, yeah? i’ll try to keep it quiet so you won't wake up... again.”

you had to admit, you were still pretty tired and being held like this by matt was sort of… comforting, in a way. you weren't much of a cuddler but there was something there that made you nod your head to his wishes and rest back against him, burying your head right under his chin into his chest where you could hear him exhale like he was waiting for you to say no.

a small smile found its way on matt's face and he unmuted his mic once more, making sure to keep his volume close to a mumble so he wouldn't disturb you.

and so you went back to sleep. and matt continued to enjoy you just how he liked you.

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bfb!chris just wants you to be quiet so he could fill you up.

“. . . sashay, away. . .”

matt watched the end of the episode with nick as they sat on the couch in the living room. it was supposed to be you, nick and matt watching it all together, but for the last twenty minutes, you were cooped up in the bathroom. neither of them figured to check in, just thinking you were taking the worlds longest shit or something.

“that's bullshit,” matt shook his head as he watched the drag queen walk down the stage. “alyssa should've stayed, she was fuckin’ killin’ it compared to twirling tina.”

“coco montrese,” nick corrected him after breaking out into a fit of giggles. this was his favorite part of forcing matt to watch drag race with him, the way he'd occasionally get into it, chiming in here and there with a funny comment. “don't worry, alyssa comes back for global all stars and won. i'll show you that later when y/n gets back.”

matt rose an eyebrow skeptically, but he didn't protest when nick pressed the next episode of the season. he just needed to see this coco montrese finally go home, those blue contacts starting to become too much the more they watched. meanwhile, in the bathroom, you tried so hard to stay quiet, really. and truthfully, you did have to use the bathroom, but when chris texted you, you couldn't resist.

so, as the boys were watching the show, you were on the edge of the sink as chris slowly thrust into you, not wanting to take the risk of making you scream out. he usually loved the sounds you made, the way you'd beg for him like the slut he took you for, but this would have to do, too.

typically, he'd use his speed to make you remember who was really in control here. and let's be real, he really only did it because the way he'd slam into you and you'd beg for more made him feel powerful. but since he couldn't do that, he settled for wrapping his hand around your throat—the sensation only further overwhelming you, but you weren't complaining.

“stop fuckin’ whimpering,” he muttered through gritted teeth as his eyes were locked on where the two of you were connected, watching as his cock easily slipped in and out of your sopping hole. you were wet, of course, but that wasn't the reason that had you dripping on the bathroom floor.

“ca-can’t help it, feels good–” you were cut off when his hand gave a firm squeeze around your neck, causing yet another whimper leaving your lips. he was already on edge from cumming into you two times and he'd be damned if he didn't a fourth, but he couldn't do that when you didn't know how to shut your mouth. “just shut the fuck up. fuckin' actin' like m'drillin' into ya, it's fuckin' pathetic.”

his speed was so slow, so tantalizing, but so fucking worth it.

you wanted to apologize and tell him that you'll try your best because at the end of the day, you didn't want him to stop having sex with you. the sex had become a vital part of your routine—something that felt too good to pass up. except you knew talking and only making more sounds would piss him off even more, so as a way to quiet yourself, you leaned forward and wrapped your lips around his shoulder, sinking your teeth in.

it must've felt good because not five seconds later, he was pulling out of your pussy to cum again, biting down on his lip to stop his groan from echoing through the bathroom walls as he watched his load gather around your most intimate area. just like the last two times. it was one of his favorite looks on you—his cum coating your folds, dripping into your pussy and down your thighs as you clenched around nothing.

“just–” chris mumbled before sliding his dick back into you, a sigh escaping him as you immediately started clamping down on him, your walls so slick now. he could get lost in you, if you weren't a constant headache whenever he wasn’t pumping into you. “–fuck—just stay fuckin’ quiet. keep doin’ that— good girl.”

it was rare for him to praise you, but it wasn’t unwelcomed. it was exactly the kind of shit that made your inner walls squeeze around him, milking him for more.

A/N . . . like i'm not gonna say i have a breeding kink specifically, but the signs are there. . . also really debating if i make them into an actual au now idk feel like the setup is there. . .

MATT DOESN'T FORGET ABOUT YOUR NEEDS

warnings creampie, oral (f), and def some subcategory of cum play here idk man i just work here :/

matt lets out a low moan as hips stutter before completely going still, spilling inside of you in thick, long spurts. you almost keen at the feeling of him twitching, forcing your walls to clench tightly around his cock in the rhythm you know makes him crazy. you think he's going to continue thrusting into you like he normally does after cumming so soon and you feel him pull back, and you moan. . .

but then that moan turns into a whimper of disappointment when you feel him fully slip out of you, not expecting him to just. . . pull out.

“wha–no–why–?” you, despite panting hard, whine as a small pout formed on your lips.

matt didn't see it, though, because he was too busy looking down at your pussy, watching the way his seed followed; dripping out of you while you continued to clench around nothing. your tone and words made him chuckle softly, and then he was leaning back in, kissing that spot under your ear that had you melting almost instantly.

“don't worry, baby. i didn't forget about you,” he mumbles against your skin before gently wrapping his lips around the spot and sucking down, having to hold back his cocky smile when he hears you hum in pleasure.

you almost didn't even register what he said, the feeling of his tongue and teeth barely nibbling your skin making your brain go fuzzy again. you didn't know what he had in mind and your first thought was he'd just finger you—it wasn't as great as the real thing, but whatever made you cross the finish line, you guessed.

you don't even notice when he started kissing down your throat, making his way past your collarbone before making sure to kiss your nipples appreciatively on the way down. a small giggle left the back of your throat at the gesture, but then he carried on, his hands trailing down your sides and reaching your knees to gently widen your legs.

by the time he made it to your inner thighs, you were moaning in anticipation. he's gone down on you before fucking you, plenty of times actually, but never after. never when his own release was still leaking out of you. this was entering new territory. in truth, you had to admit the idea of him eating you out while being able to taste himself in you kind of turned you on more than you already were.

“y–you don't have to do that. . .” you tried to play it off like you weren't willing him with your mind to start making out with your other set of lips.

normally, matt would take his time—kiss in between your thighs, plant little hickies where only him and you can see. but the mere sight of you continuing to clench around nothing and his spill, though half of it now running down your cheeks, still visibly being inside you. . . god, he just couldn't wait.

“nah, i don't have to,” he agreed, biting his bottom lip with impatience before leaning in and licking a slow, long stripe up your slit—starting from your entrance, ending just above your clit. the action made you tremble and a shaky gasp left your lips from how sensitive you were. “but i can't leave my needy girl behind now, can i?”

your thighs were now being held open by his hands and he kissed at your folds, though a bit uncharacteristically gentle. as if he was apologizing for something. “no–no, i. . . guess not.”

he pressed one last kiss against you, this time kissing your hole directly. a small groan left his lips at the combination of both his load and your essence now mixed, the vibrations of the sound working through your cunt and making you lull your head back against the pillows.

he pulled back before he could absolutely devour you and looked up, seeing the way you were reacting, that cocky smile from before making a reappearance. “there you go, baby. and remember—eyes on me, yeah?”

safe to say, the whole “eyes on me” rule was thrown out the window the second he started plunging his tongue in and out of your spent hole for the third time around.