⟢ NSFW CONTENT AHEAD, smut, fingering, condoms/raw sex, snowballing (or some version of it?), that's it me thinks. let me know if i missed something please!!!!
part 1 here (you don't have to read part one because it's chris. this is just the matt version!!)
Dividers are made by @bernardsbendystraws (as usual)
Needy.
That's what you and Matt were both feeling.
It had to have been something in the air. The two of you woke up that morning with an anxious feeling in the pit of your stomachs. However, it wasn't anxious in a way that made you feel sick, no, it was something good.
As the two of you went about your day, the touches lingered, and the glances lasted longer than they should have. There were a few times his words seemed to have a double meaning, and there were also a few times when you shot him your famous bedroom eyes.
The day was filled with strong sexual tension - neither of you could handle it anymore.
The door shoots open as both of you tumble into his bedroom, teeth clashing, tongues tangled, and clothes falling - you couldn't get enough of each other.
As soon as you both land on the bed, his fingers find their way to your excessively wet cunt. It's not an exaggeration, you were dripping. You could feel it all day, the slimy liquid seeping out of you, squelching softly between your folds.
"Shit-" he hisses as he pulls away from the feverish kiss, looking down between your bodies. Your inner thighs were drenched with your own mess, his middle and ring finger looking the exact same. His mind was going crazy trying to figure out if he wanted to taste you, or simply fuck you. Both seemed like wonderful options, but with the way you're looking at him, he knew which option to go with.
He shoves his soaked fingers in your mouth, letting you taste your own juices as he haphazardly reaches into the nightstand for a condom. He tears it open with ease, having done it many times before. It was second nature to him, the two of you deciding it was the best contraceptive.
He rolls the condom on quickly, your hands holding the back of your knees as he lines himself up. In one swift motion, he was inside of you, both of you moaning at the first sense of relief. He grasps your thighs, starting to give you the pleasure you both so desperately crave, however, an issue occurs.
You whimper as he slips out of you, his tip prodding at the lower entrance you two don't indulge in. "Shit- I'm sorry sweetheart!" He grabs his dick once more and slides it inside of you, but it happens again,
and again
and again
and again
"Matt," you whine, tears of frustration already building in your eyes. He was frustrated too, all he wanted to do was fuck his girlfriend for hours on end - and he couldn't.
"Fuck sweetheart, I know I know. You're too fuckin' wet, I-I can't stay in!" He rakes his brain trying to think of a way to make this work.
"Get on top."
He catches the glare you give him and he groans, "Dawg, I don't know - Did you just call me dawg?" You stare at him in disbelief, there was no way he just called you, his girlfriend, dawg.
"First you tell me to get on top, and now you're calling me dawg?"
"Ok ok I'm sorry! I don't know what you want me to do! You're too fuckin' wet for me to actually fuck you and you being on top is the best thing I can think of!"
The two of you stare at each other, breathing harshly and frustrated. Both of your minds are buzzing with ways to make this work. The tension has been building all day, and you both were determined to make this work. It was only a few seconds later when Matt got an idea, his body language becoming shy.
"We uhh...W-we could go raw?"
"Matt- I know! We never go raw, we agreed on that, but baby I don't know what else to do. I really need you." His hands rub over the back of your thighs needily. You look over his face with an unsure look. Of course you wanted to have sex with him, you've been waiting all day, but would you risk going raw?
"...Fine, we can go raw. Just make sure you pull-" You're cut off with his lips slamming against yours, your body already melting into the kiss.
"Pull out, I know."
In one swift movement, he takes the soaked condom off, throwing it to the floor with no care. He was eager, he finally gets to experience sex with you raw.
Just like the previous times, he lines himself up, slowly pushing in.
It was shocking how much of a difference condoms made. You could feel everything, his warmth, the vein running up the side of his dick. He could finally feel the real warmth of your velvety walls, the sponge-like texture.
You two felt close - Connected.
He starts off with a few slow thrusts, trials if you will. When he realized that he was finally staying inside, something in him changed.
He pushes your legs to your chest, his grip harsh as he begins slamming into you vigorously. Your eyes roll back, your jaw dropping at the new and incredible feeling. The headboard was slamming into the wall, surely leaving dents and scratches into the plaster.
His moans combine with yours, creating a pitch-perfect harmony. Your bodies are covered in a thin layer of sweat, the heat between you too making the room smell like a mixture of lust and love.
You felt good, so good to the point where you no longer cared.
You manage to push his hands away from your thighs, your legs collapsing on the bed as you pull him closer. Your eyes are half-lidded, glossy as you give him those puppy dog eyes.
"P-Please, need you to c-cum in me!" You urge, pleading for him to give you something you usually would never want - but it was a craving, you were feigning for it.
You needed it.
You miss the way his pupils dilate due to him slamming into you with newfound vigor, your eyes rolling all the way back as your body lurches with each thrust. You could feel the tip of his dick reaching your cervix, nudging the sensitive spot and making you see stars.
"Fuck- god m'so close!" He grunts, his jaw clenched as he tries to get you closer to the edge.
He doesn't have to work that hard, all it took was him moaning in your ear and you were releasing all over him. You let out a small scream as your juices splash between you both, wetting the sheets beneath you as well as both your bodies.
Your nails rake down his back, leaving deep scratch marks on his milky skin as he continues to rut into you. It was becoming too much and he knew it. He whispers sweet words into your ear as he pumps into you relentlessly
"Gonna cum soon. You want me t'fill you up? Give you my babies?"
"Gonna look so pretty preg- oh fuck!"
The idea of you being filled to the brim with his seed, and being pregnant, was enough to send him over, his body shaking as he moans and groans into your ear.
The two of you lay there, fucked out and sweaty as you try to catch your breath. He sits up and pulls out of you, pushing your legs back to watch himself drip out of you.
You were a sight for sore eyes, you looked so pretty like this.
He couldn't help himself.
Despite knowing you're sensitive, he lowers his body and attaches his mouth to your cunt. You jerk and grab at his hair, yanking harshly as you feel his fingers dipping into you. Thankfully it wasn't long, but you still had no chance to catch your breath.
It was something so new and erotic, the way his lips met yours and his tongue pushed the warm salty liquid in your mouth. You moan at the taste, swallowing each drop eagerly.
He pulls back from the sloppy and lustful kiss, staring at you with hungry eyes.
"No condoms for the rest of the night. Hands and knees, now."
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Diamond will used as a nickname for popular!reader
The school bell rang. The sound that signaled it was time for math class. It was a sound Matt had come to hate. He hated the feeling in his chest that felt like he couldn’t breathe, the way his eyes started to tear up as he walked past her.
As Matt put on his headphones, he made a left into the hallway to where the lockers were. Matt knew that he was getting ready to face her, and as if on cue, the girl passed him. He stumbled back a bit—feeling a slight shove.
“Move it emo.” The girl spoke whilst her hair swung side to side. The skirt swaying with her hips as she walked to the lockers.
Diamond was the schools golden child. She always got good grades, was on the schools cheer team and even dated the most popular guy in the whole school. Even though she wouldn’t admit it, they had grown up together. Diamond was always over at Matt’s house, because of a certain someone. Matt knew the guy very well, he was creative, hyper and an idiot.
As Matt put away his books, the loud music blaring in his ears still couldn’t drown out Chris’s loud laughter. With the roll of his eyes he walked up to the boys locker, determined to finally confront him.
Chris was he more outgoing brother. He’s always been more open to meeting new people and accepting them for who they are. Chris does however, have a hard time being told the truth about things. His mentality is, if it’s not broken, don’t try and fix it. Meaning he would never see Diamond in the light that Matt did, of course she’d never reveal it either.
Chris had met Diamond in seventh grade. They became the schools IT couple in no time, with her witty and snarky demeanor, along with Chris’s golden retriever energy, they were straight out of comic book.
“Chris.” Matt’s voice came out in almost a whisper as he watched his brother stare at Diamond apply lipstick. Chris looked at Matt and smiled immediately. Chris has always loved his brother, even though the two were so different and people talked, Chris never stopped showing Matt how much he cared about him.
“Matt. Hey what’s up?”
Matt didn’t smile and just pat Chris’s back. He could smell the weed emitting off his body and scratched his nose.
“I’m here for my math book. I gave it to you to use on Friday?”
Chris nodded and looked at Diamond. The girl was already staring at Matt, her gaze felt triggering to him. With a scoff she grabbed the book from Chris’s locker and basically threw it at Matt’s feet. Chris didn’t notice this though, as he started talking to his plug.
When Chris had got into a hockey accident and his leg became broken, his friend Trilly started giving him weed to help keep him calm. Ever since, he’s been using it and even got Matt to get high one time. Chris stopped speaking to Trilly for reasons Matt doesn’t know of, so he found a new supplier.
Matt picked the book up, feeling Diamond’s eyes on him. Once he stood back up, he locked eyes with her and for a second and noticed how she looked almost scared. That is until Chris came back and started making out with her right in front of Matt. This was normal for him, as Matt started thinking about old times, he walked to his next class.
Back in seventh grade, when Chris and Diamond started dating, she would hang out at their house. During the times Chris had to use the bathroom or go out of the room, Matt became a target for Diamonds rude remarks.
Seventh grade year was also the same time Chris had joined a gang. Nick, Matt and his parents were running low on money and someone needed to step up. Matt being the quiet one, didn’t even have a say in what decisions needed to be made. Nick was slowly but surely becoming afraid of Chris’s quick temper, so he allowed him to do what he want and rarely came around anymore.
When Diamond came into the picture that made Matt’s life an even more living hell. She would always point out the dark circles under his eyes or how quiet he was. Diamond even went as far as to calling Matt “creeper mattyb.”
It’s a childish thing to say, yes. Although Matt remembers how much Nick and Chris laughed at her antics. One time when Chris and Nick had hockey practice, Diamond came over. Matt stayed at home to play video games, because he had the flu. When Diamond saw Matt sitting in the living room eating, she would put on “shows” that included wearing one of his jackets and fake mimic slitting her wrists.
Diamond saw the tears forming in Matt’s eyes and stopped. She would hug him and tell him how sorry she was, but went back to her old ways when she got around Chris.
Matt never found the courage to tell his brothers. He didn’t wanna make Chris sad, especially since he’s always said he wanted to marry her. Nick did catch on to how much of a glare Diamond would give Matt. They would all be sitting on the couch or in the pool, and she would purposely scoot closer to him and make an angry face at him. This was when they were about 13 and Diamond was 12.
Matt finally made it to his class and found a seat in the far back on the right hand side. He always wanted a seat that he could look out the window of.
He has never been bad at school at all. Matt’s depression has just gotten worse lately. He recently found out a girl he was interested in and had been talking to, cheated on him. That and the fact that a gang named “Ricochet” had been going around killing people.
His relationship or situationship felt so raw to him. This was something he kept to himself obviously but, Diamond saw right through him.
It was one of Diamonds friends named Sonny. The girl had a known reputation but Matt didn’t wanna past judgement on her too quickly. I mean he was the “emo” of the school.
Matt sighed and started to actually pay attention in class. He knew no one in this class which was amazing. As he wrote down the equations on the board, the door opened and in walked Principle Moore. She looked upset and pulled Mrs. Tiron to the side to talk.
The teacher walked back inside, but not alone, behind her was Diamond. The school’s golden girl. Why was she here? Matt observed the situation carefully. She didn’t look sad or even upset, Diamond walked to the back of the classroom and sat in an empty desk next to Matt.
“Emo freak.” She spat and flipped her hair.
Matt noticed she did that a lot, would call him a name and then flip her hair. But he totally didn’t care about her so he just went back to writing down his work.
Diamond gritted her teeth and snatched Matt’s pencil away from him. She couldn’t understand why he didn’t pay attention to her.
“Listen to me when i’m speaking.”
Matt looked into her eyes and waited for her to continue.
Diamond smirked seeing how submissive he was being. His eyes were even dark than usual and his lips were a much paler pink.
“You that heartbroken that Sonny cheated on you?” Diamonds taunted.
Matt didn’t speak and looked at a tattoo on the side of her waist.
“You got a tattoo?”
Diamond looked down and then scrunched her face up before speaking.
“Why the fuck are you looking at my waist. Just wait until I tell your brother about this.”
Matt sighed and took his pencil back again.
“I’m older than Chris by the way.” He shot her a glance before continuing, “You should know that much, with as long as you’ve known us.”
Diamond remained silent for the next three minutes. The anxious bouncing of Matt’s knee caught her attention and she placed a hand softly on it.
Matt’s mind was racing at the thought of going home, seeing his mother tired from working herself to the bone and his dad nowhere to be found. He knew that Chris was gonna have to make another run later on, and he was gonna have to come with. He wished Nick was still around.
Diamond gave his knee a soft squeeze and pat. Matt stopped and continue writing. His body felt more calm and it’s like he escaped the panic attack that had been building and building. All because of Diamonds hand on his knee.
“You still a crybaby huh?” Diamond smiled softly and wiped a forming tear from Matt’s eye. She sighed and turned her attention to her own work. She pulled her hair back into a ponytail and the principle came back in.
Diamond grabbed her things and got ready to leave but turned to Matt.
“Don’t worry Matty. Chris is gonna be careful this time.” Matt hated when she called him that. Her hand was on his shoulder and she rolled her eyes in annoyance of having to calm down him again.
Matt nodded and his puppy dog eyes made Diamonds own eyes soften. There was a heart inside of her after all.
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this for my bae @leoslaboratory cause i owe her a matt fic. also cred to @bernardsbendystraws for the divider!!!!
Matt loved to spoil you.
He loved to pamper you, constantly sending you money so you could keep up with your quote-on-quote “high-maintenance lifestyle”.
He had no issues with it, why would he? He knew you could afford it and that you never would ask him for anything.
He just loved how good you felt and looked after getting your hair done, your lashes done, a facial, and your nails and .
You were already beautiful, he made sure to tell you that often, but it was something about seeing you look so fresh that just made him feel good.
So when he sent you money telling you to "go get your nails and toes done", you thought nothing of it. You went ahead and called your usual nail girl, hoping she could fit you in.
Luckily for you, she could. She also had a recommendation for you as well.
Matt was streaming when you sent him a picture of your nails, he couldn’t help but smile, ignoring the chat as they questioned why he was geekin’ at his phone.
However, what he didn’t expect was for you to send a video. Maybe you had gotten crystals on your nails and you wanted him to see them glimmer in the light- but something told him otherwise.
He was curious to say the least, the thumbnail of the video being your face with a rather seductive smile.
He decided to proceed with caution, not saying a word and simply muting his mic. He clicks on the video and his eyes widen.
It starts off with you smiling into the camera, slowly trailing your new nails down to your bare breast. His eyes nervously dart toward the monitor before looking back at the phone just in time to see you tweak at your pierced nipples.
You eventually move the phone down lower, showing off the rest of your naked body.
He knows the stream is curious about what he’s watching, he knows he’s probably red in the face - he just doesn’t care.
His eyes analyze the screen as you spread your plump thighs, your hand immediately going in between your legs and towards your pulsating heat.
He feels disappointment as the video ends, hoping he would actually get to see you touch yourself. However, his disappointment is long forgotten when he sees a new video pop up. With hasty fingers, he clicks on it and feels the air being knocked out of his lungs.
You had managed to prop your phone up between your legs, giving him a perfect view of your glistening cunt. He could feel his pants tighten as your hand came into view, the new nails adding a certain je ne sais quoi to the video.
It’s like he was in a trance, his eyes following the movement of your fingers as you drew circles against your clit. Your moans were just as captivating as your hand movements, the way you moaned his name causing a shiver to run up his spine.
“Matt what the fuck are you doing bro?”
He ignored Chris’s voice, keeping his eyes and ears on the risqué video of you.
He could hear the lewd squelching of your juices, the wet sound making him wish it was his own fingers or even his mouth making you feel this good.
His mouth parts slightly watching as your favorite dildo comes into view.
It was a mold of his dick, made in pink.
“Fuck-“ he mutters just as you push the dildo into your aching hole, your moans only getting louder. He couldn’t see, he could only imagine the way your eyes rolled back and your lips parted.
His eyes focus on the white ring already forming at the base of the dildo. God, how he wishes it was him.
He could tell you were close, the way you sped up the pumping of the dildo, your other hand stuttering against your clit.
“Oh fuck! Shit, Matt Matt Ma-“
It’s like the odds were against him, your orgasm hitting you full throttle and making your foot knock over your phone, causing him to miss his favorite part.
He curses to himself, now frustrated sexually.
Without thinking too much about it, he unmutes his mic, his jaw clenched and voice strained.
“I forgot I had plans, streams over. Bye.”
He doesn’t waste a second in jumping up and grabbing his things, darting out of his room and out of the house. He hears his brothers shouting for him, but he only has one thing on his mind and it’s you.
He arrives at your house in no time, barging through the front door and rushing to your room. As he enters, he sees you already kneeling on your bed, looking at him innocently.
He quickly approaches, cupping your face in his hands.
“You’re a fuckin’ tease, you know that?” You smile at him, already starting to palm him through the material of his pants.
“I just wanted to thank you for my new nails…do you like them?”
He shudders softly as you snake your hand down his pants, wrapping it around his dick and stroking softly.
“Course I do sweetheart. I really like the ‘m’, it was a nice touch.”
“Yeah? A nice touch?” You begin to pull his pants down, eager to satisfy him and show him how grateful you are.
“Mhm, such a nice touch.” Silence follows as he wraps a hand around his own dick and pushes your head towards his angry red tip.
“Use your hands too. Wanna see the nails I paid for put to good use.”
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"Now get your dick out of the kitchen and go deal with that else where!"
⟢nsfw ahead, mentions of blowjobs, burning, and a kitchen sink. kylie jenner is also mentioned.
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She had completely forgotten; it didn't even cross her mind - she was focused on one thing, that one thing being Matt.
He had just come home from the gym, hair in his face from sweat, his body glistening, and his beard looking absoulutly delectable.
He let her, smirking to himself as she pushed him down on the couch and immediately settled between his legs, her fingers already inching towards the waistband of his gym shorts.
His cock -already hard- slaps against his abdomen, his tip already starting to leak precum as her perfectly manicure hand wraps around the base. She wastes no time in wrapping her lips around his tip, sucking slowly as she holds eye contact. Matt moans softly as his head tilts back, his aching and tight muscles going lax as he relishes in the feeling.
She pulls away from his tip and begins to mouth at his shaft, planting soft kisses and occasionally licking. Matt's brows furrow as he begins to feel a weird sensation forming. He tries to ignore it, thinking that it was nothing but the adrenaline coursing through his veins.
However, as soon as he starts to realise his dick is burning....
He quickly pushes her away, not even catching the way her back slams into the coffee table, and jumps up to rush to the kitchen.
"Matt what the fuck is wrong with you?!" She yells as she stands up from the floor, wincing at the pain in her back as she makes her way into the kitchen. Her eyes widen seeing Matt standing by the sink, using the sink sprayer on his dick.
"It burns!" He whimpers, tears forming in his eyes as he looks at her. Her brows crease in confusion, the bizarre situation not making sense.
"What burns? Your dick?"
"Yes my dick! What did you do? I swear to god if this was some prank- What the hell is going on?!" The couple turns and sees both Nick and Chris covering their eyes.
"What the hell are you two doing?! Is this some new kind of kink?!"
"No you dumbass! She was trying to suck my dick and it started burning!"
It dawns on her, her eyes widening as she slaps a hand over her mouth in shock.
"Matt...Oh my god, I had put on my new lip plumper before you came in. I completely forgot! I'm so sorry!"
Silence is heard, the only sound being the sink sprayer spraying cold water onto his limp dick laying in his hands. "A lip plumper has my dick burning? Jesus fucking christ what's in that shit?" Despite being disgusted by what he walked in on, Chris can't help but snicker.
"Honestly, this is what the fuck you get! Stop getting freaky on the furniture we all share!" Nick yells with closed eyes, waving his arms around to justify his point.
"Now get your dick out of the kitchen and go deal with that else where!" Matt lets go of the sprayer, waddling into the bathroom to take a cold shower.
An hour or so later, after cleaning up the puddle of water and Matt's shower, she awkwardly walks into the bedroom. A sheepish smile is on her face as she holds up a bag of frozen peas, slowly inching towards him.
"Does it- Burn? Not anymore, but it fucking itches."
She bites the inside of her cheek, trying not to laugh at his pain. She truly felt bad, but she had to admit, the situation was a bit funny. She sits on the edge of the bed, handing him the bag of peas. He eyes them before begrudgingly snatching them out of her grasp, and shoving them under his towel.
"What fucking brand of lip plumper was that? Why did you even buy it? What the hell was in it?"
"I just wanted to try a new one! It's called polite society- POLITE? NOTHING ABOUT THAT WAS POLITE, IT WAS ACTUALLY RUDE AS FUCK!"
She couldn't hold it in anymore, doubling over in laughter and clutching her stomach.
"Why are you laughing at me?! My dick was burning, and now it's itching and you're laughing at me?" She sniffles and wipes the tears from her eyes, cupping his face and trying to apologize without laughing.
"I'm sorry I'm sorry! You just- Fuck- " Her head falls against his naked chest, laughter still filling the bedroom. Despite being irritated with the whole situation, he still wraps his arms around her, smacking his lips and rolling his eyes in the process.
"You're throwing that shit out, I dont care how much it was. I'll refund you the money myself. And I'm writing an email to the brand. Fuck it, I'll make a video on tiktok warning all the guys in the world about that shit. It should be a fucking crime to have that in your possesion. If you want bigger lips, be like all the dumbasses in 2016 doing the Kylie Jenner lip challenge."
At this point, she's howling in laughter, her stomach cramping, and her lungs burning as she gasps for air.
"Stop laughing! You wouldn't enjoy it if I ate you out with lip plumper on!"
Sub!Matt having to earn it ⟡ ݁₊ .... He couldn't believe you had broken him down and subjected him to this. How did he get himself in this situation, fucking himself between your knees with tears down his eyes?
"Come on, earn it. You think I'm going to let you fuck me and I don't know if you can fuck properly?" He whimpers as you slap his dick.
Sub!Matt being on top but with one condition⟡ ݁₊ .... You smile up at him as he rams into you, yanking on his chain which is connected to his collar. He gasp loudly, his thrusts faltering at the thrilling action.
"Come on, be a good boy and fuck me baby"
Sub!Matt cleaning up your mess ⟡ ݁₊ . .... You throw your head back as you moan loudly, your eyes rolling back at the double stimulation. You originally planned on punishing Matt by forcing him to watch you ride your dildo. However, things changed when you saw how eager he looked to taste you.
"That's it - fuck- show me how sorry you are."
Sub!Matt being punished⟡ ݁₊ .... He just couldn't keep his hands to himself, you truly had no other choice. So there he sits, blindfolded and tied to the chair. He hated not being able to touch you at his own discretion or see your beautiful body.
"This is what you get, maybe if you were a good boy I would have let you cum tonight."
"O-one hun-hundred and fif-fifteen times...."
PT 1
NSFW AHEAD!!! mentions of murder, stabbing, assault (not detailed!!!), alcohol, blowjobs/face fucking, facials, cum eating, rough sex, biting, cream pies, choking, switch! Chris, Matt is a perv
The police still couldn’t figure out what happened on the final night of Halloween horror nights. It’s been a month and the gruesome murders were still unsolved and left everyone scratching their head. The police took the right measures, they taped off the crime scene for weeks on end, rewatched the CCTV footage, and questioned the crew and attendees.
But they came up empty-handed.
They couldn’t figure out who committed the crime or why they did it.
But she knew.
When she was questioned, the police showing up at her door with her discarded tweed purse, she lied and said she didn’t see anything. Claimed she barely remembers that night due to the alcohol she consumed on the premises.
She knew it was wrong to lie to authority, to take away the possibility of a grieving family to finally have peace and to know the killer is behind bars. She knew if anyone found out what she did they would call her insane and probably throw her six feet under a jail - She didn’t want that.
She was lying to cover her own ass and the nameless killers, and she’d do it again in a heartbeat.
Especially if it meant they would continue watching her.
It was only a couple of days after that night when she felt as if she was being watched. She had just gotten out of the shower and walked into her bedroom to put on her pajamas when she noticed the clothes were on the floor.
That isn't where she left them.
She vividly remembered placing them neatly at the foot of her bed, folded and ready to throw on. Now they were thrown onto the floor in a mess, and her panties were missing.
Fear should have settled into her body, but instead, she proceeded to get dressed right in front of the open window.
With that being said, she went about her life as if nothing happened, as if she wasn't being stalked by two psychopaths.
Her routine never changed.
Weeks had gone by, minutes, hours - two months to be exact. She had given up the little bit of hope that those two would make an appearance. Honestly, she had forgotten about them until a Christmas party had gone wrong.
Her friends had forced her to attend, shoving her into a powder blue satin dress and a pair of silver heels to match. soon, she was at the party, standing in the corner with a frown on her face.
She wasn't having a good time. Her friends had ditched her as soon as they made it to the club, this guy who was completely wasted wouldn't leave her alone, and she was hot.
Deciding that she was over it and needed some air, she found her friends and told them she was leaving. She walked away, ignoring their drunken protests, and pulled out her phone, attempting to order an Uber.
It seemed like she didn't have any luck, the cellular device having no type of signal. With a huff she begins walking down the street, not noticing the two people following her.
"This is so stupid! This is the last time I let them drag me to a dumb party an-" A small scream escapes her mouth as she's pushed into an alley, her phone falling from her hands. Her body collides with a trash can, preventing her from falling into the muddy puddles of water from the melted snow.
She's soon shoved against the wall, the streetlamps casting a shadow over her attacker's face. She didn't need lights to know who the person was, the rancid smell of alcohol was enough.
It was the same man from the party, he had followed her out.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?! Get off of me!" She shouts in annoyance, trying to push him off. It was odd, the way she was completely sober and had better coordination should have given her the strength to push him away. But to no avail, he proceeded to force himself upon her, slurring his words in the process.
Just as his hand goes up her dress, he's yanked away and tackled to the ground, her savior immediately throwing punches.
She stays frozen against the wall, too shocked to even register what's happening.
A glimmer of light snaps her back into reality.
She watches as her savior raises his arm, a knife in hand.
She watches as the blade is plunged into her attacker's chest, his screams slowly drowning out as he chokes on his own blood. She watches her savior continuously bring the knife down, not stopping until he's satisfied.
His actions begin to slow, his breathing heavy as he slumps back, staring at the lifeless body underneath him.
She takes a hesitant step forward, freezing when her savior turns to her.
She already knew, but the mask adorning his face confirmed it.
Her savior was the same man from that night, the same masked man who was ready to kill her before being scared away by his partner in crime.
His wild and deranged eyes soften as they connect with hers, his breathing calming down.
They say nothing, the only sound being heard is the flurries of snow rushing past them.
She slowly approaches, holding her hand out before speaking softly, "Come on, let's go."
He looks down at her hand before standing up, towering over her. He points towards her discarded phone, his silence-speaking words. She nods and rushes over to her phone, bending down to grab it. She huffs seeing the cracked screen, cursing out the dead man in her head. Just as she begins to wipe the phone off, she hears a loud bang.
She whips around and sees both the masked savior and the dead body gone, her brows slowly creasing.
Where did they go? How did they disappear so quick?
Her thoughts are interrupted by a hand landing on her shoulder. She jumps in surprise and turns around to see the masked savior in front of her.
"Jesus Christ, " she covers her chest as her heart begins to beat quickly. She swears she heard him snicker softly, but before she could question him, he wrapped his hand around her arm and dragged her down the street.
In reality, she knows she should be scared and questioning him, but she stays silent, allowing him to guide her to wherever they are going. They soon arrive in front of a beat-up pickup truck, parts of the car rusting as snow sits in the bed.
He opens the passenger door and looks at her expectantly. She peers inside the truck, noticing the mess inside. The cans of Pepsi discarded on the floor, the wrappers from candy, the smell of cigarettes, and most importantly,
The small bloodstains on the seats.
She looks back at him, noticing the soft look in his eyes.
"You want me to get in?"
He nods, still refusing to speak.
"Are you taking me home?"
He nods once more.
"Do you know where I live?"
He tenses, the grip he has on her arm tightening. It's almost as if he's scared, scared of being caught for stalking. Scared she's going to scream, run away, reject him.
She snickers softly seeing the fear in his eyes, it's a bit ironic.
She says nothing, simply climbing into the truck and buckling herself in.
"Come on, I miss my bed."
With that, he closes the door and climbs into the car himself, quickly starting the engine and driving off. She watches silently as he drives down familiar streets, having driven down them herself whenever she's on her way home.
The car ride was filled with silence, it wasn't tense if anything, it was calming, the both of them relaxed.
They soon arrive and he kills the engine, staring straight ahead out the window. She turns to him, hoping to catch a glimpse of his face behind the mask.
"Thank you for helping me," she says softly. He gives a curt nod, his hands still placed on the wheel.
"Did you want to come in?" His head whips to her, his eyes holding confusion. She smirks, enjoying the hesitancy and confusion in his eyes.
" Come on, you've been inside anyway. Might as well come in with an invitation this time."
He huffs behind the mask but follows her actions in unbuckling the seat belt and climbing out of the car.
They walk inside the house, the girl kicking off the annoying heels and throwing her keys in the bowl on the stand. She walks to her bedroom, smiling to herself as she hears his sluggish footsteps behind her. She throws herself onto her bed, flipping onto her back and propping herself up with her elbows.
She looks him up and down curiously, attempting to familiarize herself with him again.
"How come you wear a mask?"
Like always, he says nothing, refusing to even glance in her direction. She pushes herself off the bed and approaches him, cornering him. No words are spoken between the two as she presses herself against him, his breathing speeding up. With a slow and steady hand, she trails it up his arm, her fingers soon fanning out against his chest.
She goes to touch the edge of the mask, but she's stopped by his hand firmly grasping her wrist.
He looks scared.
Despite the tight grip he has on her, she continues with her actions. Her fingers grip the edge of the mask, slowly pulling it off of his face.
He quickly turns his head, his hair falling in front of his face. She gently turns him back towards her, their eyes connecting as her fingers dance across the scar on his cheek.
"O-one hun-hundred and fif-fifteen times...."
A shocked expression makes its way onto her face. He spoke, he finally spoke, and the first thing he decided to say was a number.
"W-what?" She questions in confusion, raking her brain for what the number could mean.
"Th-the man....I sta-stabbed him one hun-dred and f-fifteen times."
She's shocked by the confession.
She didn't know a lot about murder, only having seen it and heard about it in movies and TV shows, but she knew it took a lot of energy and anger to stab someone that amount of times - He did it for her.
It was sick, it was twisted, and yet, it attracted her.
"Let me thank you," she mumbles, her hand leaving his face and trailing down his chest, soon finding its place over his crotch. She begins to palm him, watching his breathing grow harsh, their eyes still connected. A small whimper leaves his mouth, and she breaks out into a grin - his moans were so pretty, so soft,
Submissive.
She sinks to her knees, both of her hands working at his belt, soon throwing it to the floor. Her mouth waters as she pulls his pants down, his cock slapping his abdomen.
It was pretty, just like him.
It was long and thick, and had a bright red tip that matched his chapped lips. There was a vein running up the side that she knew would feel euphoric when sliding against her spongy walls.
He bucks his hips softly as she wraps her hand around his shaft, pulling it towards her mouth. She opens her mouth and allows a wad of spit to trickle out, landing directly on his tip. Her thumb swipes over the tip as she moves the spit around, starting to jerk him off.
His moans and whimpers are kitten-like, despite his horrific and brutal demeanor, he was like putty in her hands.
She enjoys the way his body relaxes against the door, his head thrown back and his mouth open as he pants softly. She kitten licks his tip before taking him fully in her mouth. His rough and calloused hands fly to her head, grabbing the strands of hair and forcing her to take him deeper.
She gags around him, tears forming in her eyes as she opens her mouth wider, but she keeps going. She bobs her head up and down, making sure to hum and fondle his balls in the process.
His moans and groans grow louder, and his actions become more dominant. It was like a switch was flipped in his head, his hips starting to slam against her face.
He shows no mercy as he fucks her face, his dick reaching so far down her throat and giving her no chance to breathe. Her actions of gratitude had quickly become sloppy, the mixture of spit and precum coating her chin and falling down to her chest.
There were even bubbles of the mixture forming, popping every time her nose hit his happy trail.
She manages to look up at him, her mascara tears and glossy eyes making her look so damaged yet innocent - It drives him over the edge.
He quickly pulls out of her mouth and releases all over her face, enjoying the way she gasps in shock.
It's like his body is on autopilot, nothing but excitement and adrenaline controlling his actions. His hand wraps around her throat, lifting her to her feet with ease. Their lips instantly mesh together, swapping spit as they hastily make out. She moans into the kiss as he tightens his grip on her throat, the wetness in her panties only growing. She could feel the sticky fluid in between her folds every time she clenched her thighs - She was aching for him to touch her.
He suddenly pulls away from the kiss and begins to lick his own semen off of her face, his eyes rolling back. She moaned at his erotic actions, the way his soft and spongy muscle glided over her cheek. She could smell the faint mixture of cigarettes on his breath, but she found herself not caring.
Suddenly, she's pushed away from him, her body colliding with the mattress. It all happens so quick, the way her powder blue dress is ripped into pieces, her soaked panties following.
He was like a rabid, feral dog, ready to take what he wanted and she was just as excited.
Her jaw drops and her back arches as he shoves his length inside of her, reaching to the deepest hilt. Much like his partner in crime, he stretched her out perfectly, her aching walls sucking him in and not letting him go. The bedframe bangs against the wall with each ferocious thrust, items falling off her nightstand due to the shaking.
He shoves his face into the crevice of her neck, his teeth sinking into the soft skin. He proceeds with his actions, the marking of his teeth covering her whole chest along with her breasts - Blood is drawn in certain areas.
It's an overwhelming amount of pleasure, so overwhelming that she can't even keep her eyes open nor hold him. Her arms lay flat by her head, her eyes clenched shut as her mouth remains open.
Her eyes fly open when her head whips to the side, the same hand that slapped her wrapping around her throat, squeezing tightly.
He's heaving like a dog, his pants mixed with groans, making him sound like a beast.
She weakly grabbed at his wrist, trying to ease the pressure on her throat, but it was no use. She had become lightheaded from the pleasure and lack of air.
She was close to passing out, but she was also close to reaching her orgasm, it was just a matter of which one she would experience first.
"You're going to kill her, ease up on the choking."
Her blurry eyes dart to the bedroom door, a choked gurgle escaping her mouth when she sees him.
He was here, the one with the painted face. Except, his face wasn't painted, and he was watching her be fucked by his partner.
She gasped for air when he released her throat, her eyes still trained on the other one. She watches as he takes a seat at her vanity, leaning back on the chair and manspreading.
"Don't look at me, look at him. He's the one fucking you."
She does as told, her eyes connecting with the man on top of her. He had the same look in his eyes from that night when he chased after the girl trying to run away.
"Tell him how good he's making you feel, he loves the praise,"
"S-so good- Nghh. Fuck- " She could barely speak a full sentence, her speech slurred.
"That's all you can do? Come on dollface, he killed someone for you! Show him how grateful you are! He finally gets to feel you after watching me fuck you, give him the experience he deserves."
Her mind is reeling, incoherent babbles of praise falling from her lips. The more she praises him, the harder his thrust become, her sobs of pleasure getting louder.
It's not long before she felt that familiar coil in her stomach forming, ready to burst at any second - and all it took was one final thrust from the man on top of her to push her over the edge.
Her whole body shakes violently, her eyes rolling back as she feels the static rush through her body. Her ears were ringing, her vision blurry as she came down from her high.
She lays there shaking, her fingers twitching as she pants harshly. She was worn out, fucked, and tired.
Suddenly, he stands up from the vanity and slams his hand down on Chris's back, "Look at her....and I thought I wore her out." They both look down at her, trying to figure out what to do next.
Matt suddenly bends down and moves her hair out of her face, grabbing her chin softly.
