𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 ---› smut ⋆ bsf!matt ⋆ sexual frustration ⋆ mentions of self-edging ⋆ horny!matt ⋆ matt having a frequent boner ⋆ sexual tension ⋆ making out ⋆ dry humping ⋆ tit play ⋆ dirty talk ⋆ pet names ⋆ bigdick!matt ⋆ size kink ⋆ clit stimulation ⋆ switch!matt ⋆ missionary ⋆ dacryphillia ⋆ fluff ⋆ breeding kink ⋆ (kinda) forced creampie ⋆ getting caught + more.
𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 ---› 𝟒.𝟏 𝒌
𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓’𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆 ---› well... this is posted a month late but let’s ignore that 😛 i was unmotivated mb and i was overthinking and believed i was the worst writer to ever exist. oh, and keep in mind, this takes place december 2025 (hence the date).
𝒌𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅 ---› english is not my first language!
the continuation of «no nut november».
november 1st
Matt groans as his dick throbs painfully in his pants, pulsing and leaking so much he can’t even sit still. He frequently shifts on the bed, but you don’t even bat an eye as he squirms beside you, dead-set on watching the movie and not giving him what he wants.
As much as you’re starting to regret pulling away so abruptly, you don’t want to ruin Matt’s chance to win this stupid bet he and Chris made without him even trying. Therefore, you’re stuck here with wet panties, barely even focused on the movie even though your eyes are glued to the laptop screen, dying to just get back on Matt’s lap.
Matt keeps glancing at you—you can see it in your peripheral vision—but you’re determined to ignore his needy puppy dog eyes. Because frankly? You’d 100% say fuck it and ride him if you see the look on his face.
november 7th
It has already been a week since you left Matt all hot and bothered with that damned viagra pill in his system. He had to take a cold shower and curse both you and Chris as he shivered under the cold stream. After that though, he hasn’t really had any problem except in the mornings where he’d wake up with a boner.
He hasn’t touched his dick at all. He knows he probably won’t stop if he actually started touching himself and that would end up with him orgasming and he can’t lose 200 bucks over something like that—or maybe he’s just too stubborn and competitive.
It helps that you’ve been avoiding too much physical contact with him, sitting close but not close enough. Still, you can’t help but tease him sometimes, bending over in front of him on purpose or “accidentally” placing your hand on his upper thigh for support while reaching for something.
november 14th
14 days without orgasming has Matt feeling horny and annoyed. He gave in and touched himself on the 8th day but didn’t cum. Instead he edged his poor dick until it was red and raw, almost on the verge of tears as he felt himself pulse and throb.
He’s been watching you with intense eyes, not saying anything but everything about his stare screamed he was horny and you were what he desired. You avoided his gaze most of the time—but when you did make eye contact, you’d only smile knowingly and tease him silently. Like you knew exactly how much he was suffering.
Chris has been as grumpy and quiet as Matt, not wanting to lose the bet, too. He’s been avoiding being around women in general, afraid he’d get a boner from people he considers as friends because both him and Matt are at the point where they’d get hard from literally anything. Nick on the other hand? He’s been all smiles since he’s been getting himself off unlike his brothers.
november 21st
By the end of week three, Matt was so sure he’d lose. He hated how horny he was but he couldn’t help it. He needed to come; He needed to feel that euphoric sensation taking over his body even for a few seconds. Still, he was awfully determined to win this bet, even though he was so close to giving Chris 200 dollars just to relieve the frustration he’s been feeling from not cumming in the past 21 days.
He tried his best not to touch himself but failed every night when he was lying in bed alone. The silence too loud but not loud enough to drown out the dirty thoughts and scenarios playing through his head. So he touched himself, slowly at first, just palming his growing cock through his boxers until he was leaking into it.
But that’s all he did, leaving himself on edge as he tossed and turned, trying to fall asleep. It goes without saying that he hasn’t had good rest lately since he was too horny or frustrated most of the time. All that led to him being a little more snappy and sarcastic than usual. But you didn’t mind, you liked seeing him so desperate.
november 28th
It was almost the end of the month and Matt had somehow grown numb. He didn’t really feel any arousal anymore, thankfully. Chris on the other hand had already given him 200 bucks in cash, saying something about not wanting to play “dirty” and keeping to his words. Which only earned him a disgusted look from Nick and a smug grin from Matt.
Matt knew he didn’t have to edge himself anymore but something about the bet, although it ended, was more thrilling than before. There were only two days until December 1st and Matt wanted to edge himself until then, not let himself cum until the month was fully over.
He’d touch himself at night and even in the morning during the remaining two days, enjoying every bit of the orgasm denial he was giving himself like a sick pervert. He’d also casually sport a hard-on when he was in his room and you were around, knowing damn well you could see the outline of his hard cock through whatever pants he wore that day.
december 1st
You’re both back in the same position you were in a month ago—curled up on Matt’s bed with a movie playing on his laptop. This time though, you’re purposely close to him, head on his shoulder, arm slung around his middle. If a stranger saw this scene they’d probably think you’re dating.
Your shift slightly, getting even more comfortable snuggled up beside him. And after you settle, you let your hand wander south, toying with the strings of his pajama pants, knuckles deliberately brushing against his dick through the thin fabric.
"Hey..." Matt’s voice comes out slightly breathless when you continue to tease the strings of his pants. His hips almost buck into your hand, but he holds himself back somehow. You can see his jaw clenching through your peripheral vision, the sight making you smirk triumphantly.
"C’mon..." He practically whines out as his hand darts out to hold your wrist in place before pushing it away gently. "I can’t focus on the movie." He complains. But how can you stop teasing him when his pants are already tented so deliciously?
"It’s already December, you know?" You sit up straighter, turning your body towards him, lips curling up with a small, teasing grin. "I know you’re pent up... I can take care of you if you just let me."
Matt’s heart begins to race, his pulse going straight to his cock, making it throb with each heartbeat. He’s never seen you so straightforward, so blunt—so wanting.
"Chris and Nick are home..." He tries to resist the temptation.
It only makes your grin widen. "And? We can be quiet."
"The bed will creak-" "They won’t care."
Matt stares at you for a moment, searching your eyes, his rational side fighting with the desire that had built up over the past month. His dick is so hard that it feels like it’ll explode if he doesn’t give it some relief, leaking precum into his boxers.
"Fuck," he curses, running a hand down his face, unable to believe he’s about to go through with this. He breathes out shakily, pushing his laptop off his lap and placing it on his nightstand instead. "So... We’re really doing this. Like, actually having sex?"
"Yeah." You start peeling off your shirt without another word, pulling it overhead, revealing your pale blue lace bra. You can hear Matt’s breath hitching audibly when he sees the skimpy lace on you, barely doing anything to cover your erect nipples.
"Fuck- Wait, wait-" Matt sputters, flustered at your sudden half-naked state. He can feel his dick jerk in his pants, as if it’s excited to see you stripping.
God, it’s as if he can only think with his dick right now.
You ignore his flustered words and shimmy out of your pajama pants under the covers and his eyes almost bulge out of their sockets when he sees the matching lace panties hugging your curves just right.
"Oh, fuck..." He mumbles breathlessly when you climb onto his lap, warm thighs on each side of his hips. His hands immediately settle themselves on your hips, fingers digging into your skin. "You’re gonna kill me." He groans softly, almost pained, clothed cock throbbing desperately under you.
Your hips begin rolling in a slow, almost sensual, rhythm, hands on his shoulders for balance. His head lolls back against the window shade, resulting in the metal bar at the bottom of it to thud softly against the thick glass.
"Fuuck..." Matt moans softly, the stimulation of your clothed core rubbing against his length through his clothes—although slowly—feels more intense than before due to how sensitive he’s become after a month of self-edging.
It’s a miracle he hasn’t come instantly because he’s really, really, close. And you know he is. So you tease him more. Your hands reach around your back to unclasp your bra, letting the soft lace fall away from your bare breasts before tossing the skimpy fabric onto his nightstand—it landing on his laptop.
Matt almost loses it at the sight of your perfect tits, his mouth watering. He looks completely undone already; his face is contorted in pleasure, lips parted, eyes heavy-lidded, and brows set in a pleasured furrow. His hips give small involuntary jerks up when you roll your hips just right, his breath getting caught between moans.
His eyes dart down to where you’re teasing him relentlessly before snapping back up to your face and then down to your boobs, seemingly unable to keep his eyes off the perfect pair of soft looking mounds.
Before he can hesitate further, his head is already dipping, lips immediately latching onto one hardened nipple, sucking gently and moaning softly around it. The vibrations from his moans against your hard peak make your back arch, feeling more aroused than you ever have before.
You keep grinding your pussy against his leaking cock through your clothes while one of your hands leaves his shoulder to grasp onto back of his hair instead, fingers curling gently around his soft brown locks as you keep his face buried in your tits.
He’s lavishing attention on your tits, his hands working in tandem with his mouth, occasionally looking up at you through his lashes as his tongue and teeth work on your nipples. You were never one to enjoy having your tits sucked like this but Matt doing it—so enthusiastically at that—is making your head cloud with pleasure.
After a while, Matt pulls back with a wet pop, his lips and your nipples shiny with his saliva. His eyes close briefly at the familiar feeling of tight coils in his tummy, curling tighter with each drag of your pussy against his sensitive cock. And even through clothes, it’s intense—or Matt’s just extra sensitive right now.
"Shit- I’m gonna cum... Slow down." Matt groans, his brows furrowing further, jaw dropping slightly when you ignore him and move faster. "Oh—Oh my God--" He gasps out, hands flying to your hips to slow you down.
Your lips quirk up despite your pleasure at seeing him so sensitive and needy. "You’re gonna cum? This fast?" Even though you’re taunting him, you slow down per his plea.
"I can’t help it. I need you- need to be inside you." He throws his pride aside and admits desperately. "C’mon, pretty..." He begins peppering kisses up your neck, nipping at your skin when he reaches your jaw.
You moan softly—but then a soft huff of air escapes you, almost sounding like a breathy chuckle. "You’re soo needy, Matt."
That was his last straw and before you know it you’re already under him, legs getting spread open by his hands so he can settle between them. "You think I’m being needy? I’ll show you fucking needy." His voice is low when he talks, hands immediately going south, tugging down your panties before you can even process his words.
You giggle, not realizing you’re about to get fucked completely stupid, thinking he’s not being serious. But Matt is dead serious about making you dumb with his dick. He waited so long for this—to feel your tight pussy wrapped around him—so he cannot take any more of your teasing.
He pulls his tank top off quickly, the abrupt movement making his chain smack against his skin, glinting in the dim light of his night lamp. His hair is a mess atop his head, from your fingers and his own.
"Spread your legs wider." He commands gruffly, thumbs hooking into the waistband of his pj pants, pulling it down quickly to reveal his long, fat cock. It’s so hard that it looks like it’d burst if it doesn’t get some release any time soon.
He usually doesn’t go commando, but with how much he’s been touching himself without actually orgasming, he saw no point in wearing boxers. His dick’s hard all the time anyway, it’d only hurt more if he wore something as constricting as underwear.
Your eyes widen slightly, lips parting, taking in his size in pure unadulterated awe and desire. He’s a lot bigger than you’d expected. You could tell he was big when you were grinding on his lap, but without any clothes it’s apparent he’s huge.
Fuck... That thing is going in you???
You spread your legs wider with your arms hooking under your knees, watching him move closer, cock bobbing obscenely between his legs. He doesn’t even bother taking off his pants, gripping his cock and giving it a few rough tugs as he looks down at your pussy lips glistening with arousal.
When he runs the head of his dick through the wet mess your core had become, you barely hold back a moan, your back arching ever so slightly. Something about a dick so big entering you is making you hornier than before—especially knowing it’s your best friend who’s about to fuck you.
Matt wants to tease you and make you beg, but he knows he won’t last himself if he teases you—he’d end up being the one begging. And therefore, he decides to save that for later. He knows you’ll let him fuck you again after you get a taste of his dick.
Your sharp gasp when he slowly begins to push inside your tight, slippery walls goes straight to his balls. He watches your expression change the deeper he sinks into your heat, and the more your knuckles grow white from how tightly you’re holding your own legs apart for him.
He stops when he’s about halfway in due to how tight your pussy is hugging his thick meat, and he lets out a breathy chuckle at your whimper, finding it endearing how you’re trying your best to adjust to his size. "Too big?"
You nod, trying to breathe through the stretch, pussy fluttering around him as if it’s trying to suck more of him in even though it’s barely fitting around him. The sensation makes Matt’s eyes roll back briefly, a low groan getting caught in his throat. "Fuuck... She’s squeezing me s’tight, sweetheart."
He pulls back slowly, letting his heavy length drag across your walls, until only the tip remains, before pushing back inside equally as slowly. And he repeats it, over and over again, going deeper with each slow thrust until he’s completely sheathed inside your warmth.
"Feels so full... Matt, you’re in too deep..." You whine, hands trying to push his hips away to let your cervix breathe. His tip is literally pressing against it, kissing the opening to your womb like he’s claiming it as his own.
"Just breathe, baby." He coos but pulls back slightly per your request, taking away from the pressure. But before you can breathe out in relief, he pushes back in again sharply, bursting out laughing like it’s the funniest thing when you gasp sharply in return.
You mock glare at him, watching his eyes crinkle at the corners in amusement, gums showing slightly as he laughs like he hasn’t laughed in years, wheezing softly. You can’t help the laughter bubbling in your chest. After all, Matt’s laugh is contagious. "You’re such an ass..."
The mood is broken momentarily as you two laugh at the ridiculousness of the situation. But neither of you would have it any other way. Plus, it helps you take your mind off the fullness and pressure of him stretching you out.
"Shit... What are we even doing?" Matt chuckles, his laughter dying down slightly as he gazes down at you with something so intimate it makes your heart beat faster, your own laugh subsiding into a small smile.
The way his eyes sparkle with leftover mirth and love—something more deeper than just affection for a close friend—fucks with your head and heart. You can’t possibly fall for him, can you? This is supposed to be sex. But why did you two even have sex in the first place? Because you promised him? Because of that no nut November bet and the Viagra pill?
Before you can keep overthinking the meaning behind his actions—and yours—Matt begins moving, his cock throbbing as he feels you clench around him at the suddenness of his movements. His jaw ticks as he bites back a moan, inhaling and exhaling shakily as he murmurs. "Look at me... Only think about my dick inside this pretty little pussy, ’kay?"
His forearms cage your head in, face inches from yours, as his hips slap against yours with soft, wet smacks. His icy blue orbs watch your expressions intently, as if he’s burning them into his mind while simultaneously trying to find your favorite angle.
"Oh, fuck--" Your eyes roll back, words tumbling out as a breathy moan, as the tip of his dick hits your g-spot just right.
Matt grins slowly, dick throbbing. He thinks your reaction is the sexiest thing he’s ever seen. No porn or woman has left him this horny. "Right there? That your spot, baby?" His words are laced with a subtle taunt that he doesn’t even seem to notice, it flowing out naturally.
And with each thrust after that one, he makes sure to target that spongy spot inside you, watching in pleasure as your mouth opens in a silent scream, hands desperately clutching onto his biceps like it’d ground you from the intense pleasure he’s giving you.
Matt loves the way you’re falling apart on his dick, and how good he seems to be making you feel. Your pussy squeezing him like it wants him inside you forever is getting him closer to the edge faster than he wants. He doesn’t want to end this so quickly—He wants to stay connected to you.
One of his arms caging you in reaches down toy with your clit, determined to make you cum before he does—because he’s really damn close to nutting inside you. Jaw muscles ticking, he clenches his teeth, hard, trying to hold back his orgasm.
But his jaw goes slack when he feels your pussy flutter around him desperately, his eyes rolling back briefly at the feeling of you orgasming so hard around his fat cock. Your own eyes are rolled back, tears brimming against your waterline as he pounds you through your orgasm, barely letting you get down from your high.
"M-matt--" You choke on a moan when his hips picks up pace, fucking you in shallow but deep thrusts. Your vision is barely focused, blurring with tears, stars exploding behind your eyes. And the sight of you so fucked out with tears beginning to stream down your face makes Matt’s balls draw up tight against his body.
"Fuck- I’m gonna cum-" Matt warns, gasping, quickly trying to pull out. But your legs wrap around him tightly and suddenly, making him groan and grunt as he tries to hold back his orgasm. "Sweetheart—fuck—I’m not kidding- I’m about to fucking come inside you!"
But you don’t let go of him, even as his hips twitch and jerk against yours, arm veins bulging, knuckles white as he clutches onto the sheets on either side of your head tightly. "Come inside me, please...? Wan’ you to cum inside-" You hiccup, brows knitted together, teary eyed. "Wanna have your babies- Please?"
The sound of your voice, so whiny and desperate and needy and literally begging for his semen, makes his dick twitch inside you, his shaft swelling larger. He tries—he really does—to hold back his impending orgasm, but it’s inevitable as he loses himself in your tight, wet warmth, slowly giving in to your tempting pleas.
"God... You want my cum? Want me to knock you up?" He begins thrusting hard and fast, loving how good you look with your legs wrapped tightly around his waist and taking his big dick like a good fucking girl. "I’ll fucking give it to you. You’re gonna be such a pretty mama, y’know that? You’d look so beautiful with your tummy swollen with my fucking kid."
His dirty talk, how sensitive you are after your orgasm, and the feeling of his dick hitting all your sweet spots, is pushing you closer to another orgasm. And Matt notices, chuckling breathlessly as he keeps fucking you, about to climax himself.
Your second orgasm crashes over you in strong, unrelenting waves, making your back arch and nails dig into his biceps, legs tightening around his waist. You coming around him the second time is what pushes Matt over the edge, the bands in his stomach snapping so hard it makes his vision spot.
"I’m filling you up... Fuuuck..." He groans, his hips grinding against yours, hot cum filling you to the brim. "Keep squeezing me like that and you’re not leaving my bed until morning."
Your heavy-lidded eyes lock with his dark ones, your heart pounding in your chest and pussy throbbing around him. The way he’s staring down at you, with such a loving gaze, is making the line between friends and something more blur.
His hand comes up to gently cup your face, thumb brushing over your cheekbone tenderly. Neither of you say anything for a while, just staring into each other’s eyes, heartbeats matching in rhythm. And when he finally leans down to kiss you, it’s much softer—more intimate—than before. Like he’s pouring out his feelings before he can even tell you through words.
And just as you’re making out slowly, his softening dick still buried inside your warmth and cum oozing out around his shaft, Matt’s phone vibrates on his nightstand. Both of you jump slightly in surprise, the intimate bubble bursting, and he groans softly in annoyance against your mouth.
With a soft grunt, Matt pulls back just enough to take his phone, not bothering to pull out even as his brother’s name flashes across his phone screen.
Nick’s voice immediately goes through the moment Matt takes the call, sounding exasperated. "Are you serious? You couldn’t be quieter? Both me and Chris could hear you guys."
Your face burn in embarrassment as you listen to Nick talk, petrified at the fact that his brothers heard you two fucking. But Matt seems to find it amusing, even though he probably is embarrassed as well—judging by the way his cheeks seem to flush a deeper shade of pink than it already was from exertion.
When he ends the call, you immediately groan softly, hands coming up to cover your face. "I can’t believe this." Your words are slightly muffled behind your hands, and you feel his hands gently prying them away from your face.
"Next time, I’ll bend you over your bed." He says casually, like he isn’t making plans to fuck you, in your bedroom to be specific.
"Next time? My bed?" Your lips quirk up at the corners with a subtle smirk, amused, your earlier embarrassment temporarily forgotten. "And who says I’ll let you fuck me again? Let alone let you inside my house and my room knowing you’re thinking about bending me over like some pervert?"
Matt laughs at your words, his eyes crinkling in amusement. "Oh, I know you’ll let me fuck you again." He pulls out slowly, both of you hissing softly at the sensitivity and the sudden exposure to cool air, before he rolls onto his back beside you. "And you live alone, so no one would complain if I fuck your brains out."
"I have neighbors-"
"Fuck your neighbors. Matter of fact, why don’t we move in together in a soundproof apartment-"
"Matt, be serious."
Matt laughs again, pulling you into his side so you’d be snuggled against him, a cheeky grin on his face as he looks down at you. "I’m just messing with you." Is what he says, but he doesn’t sound like he is.
But it’s not like you’re really complaining.
In fact, you might already be planning what kind of house you’d live in after marriage.
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The drive to Chris' house was spent quietly, my hand in his, as I watched the city blur past the passenger window.
He'd been talking about this weekend for weeks. “You'll finally meet my brothers. Nick's gonna love you. Matt's an asshole but he grows on you.” I'd smiled and nodded, letting the excitement build in my chest because meeting the family was a step, a real step. These last few months with Chris felt more serious than anything I'd had done before, which meant I was ready to take the necessary steps to show him I was committed to him and this relationship.
I just wished my stomach would stop flipping.
"You okay?" Chris asked, squeezing my fingers.
"Yeah." I turned to look at him, seeing the sharp line of his jaw, and the way a strand of brown hair fell across his forehead. He was beautiful in that effortless way that still caught me off guard sometimes. "Just nervous, I think."
"Don't be." He lifted my hand and pressed a kiss to my knuckles. "They're gonna love you. I promise."
The house was bigger than I had expected. Modern, all clean lines and warm wood, settled in a quiet neighborhood with trees that arched over the street. Chris pulled into the driveway and killed the engine, and I took a breath, steadying myself.
"Ready?" he asked.
I nodded, giving him a tight, nervous smile. “Yes.”
The front door opened into a spacious living room with high ceilings, a massive sectional, and natural light spilling through floor-to-ceiling windows. It smelled like home. Like laundry detergent and whatever candle was burning on the coffee table.
"Nick? Matt?" Chris called out, dropping his keys into a bowl by the door. "We're here!"
A voice drifted from somewhere deeper in the house. "Over here in the living room."
Chris grinned at me and tugged me forward.
I heard him before I saw him. That voice, low and lazy, calling out to Chris from the depths of the couch where he was sprawled like he owned the place. I rounded the corner with a practiced smile on my face, ready to meet my boyfriend's brother for the first time.
And then I saw him.
He looked up from his phone.
Time didn't stop. It didn't slow down or fracture or do any of the dramatic things they write about in books. It just kept moving, one second into the next, while my brain scrambled to catch up with what my eyes were seeing.
Matt.
Matt?!
The same Matt who'd spent two years of college pinning me against dorm room walls, who'd learned the exact spot behind my ear that made me shiver, who'd fucked me on my bed more times than I could count, and then disappeared after graduation without so much as a goodbye text.
The one with the same sharp jaw, the same heavy-lidded eyes, and the same mouth that had traced a path down my body numerous times. Same build, same hands, and same infuriating half-smile that was already spreading across his face as recognition flickered in his gaze.
"Wait." He sat up, phone forgotten. "No fucking way."
I couldn't move or speak. The air had turned thick and useless in my lungs.
"You two know each other?" Chris asked, looking between us with a curious smile.
I opened my mouth up to speak, but closed it immediately. My heart was hammering so hard I could feel it in my throat.
Matt stood, slow and easy, like a cat stretching after a long nap. He was wearing a black t-shirt that stretched across his broad shoulders and chest, and grey sweatpants that sat low on his hips. Five years had done nothing but sharpen him, the angles of his face, and the confidence in his posture. He looked the same and different all at once, and I hated that my stomach flipped at the sight of him.
"Yeah." Matt said, and his voice was exactly how I remembered it. Warm and rough around the edges, carrying a hint of something teasing. "We know each other."
It hit me then, like a physical blow. Triplet brothers.
Chris had told me. He'd said it a dozen times, in passing, the way people mention obvious details. “My brothers and I. Me and the twins.” I'd heard the words but never connected them. I never thought to dig deeper because Matt had been a casual thing, a nameless, faceless hookup from a part of my life I'd packed away and left behind.
I didn't know his last name. And I never bothered to ask. Because it never mattered to know.
"What are the odds?" Matt continued, and the laugh in his voice was unmistakable. He was enjoying this. I could already see it in the way his eyes glittered. "Small world, huh?"
Chris' brow furrowed. "How do you guys know each other? Like, from where?"
"College." I managed, and my voice came out strange, a little too high. "We had some classes together." The lie felt flimsy, but Chris didn't question it.
"We had a few classes together. Ran in the same circles."
Ran in the same circles. That was one way to put it.
Chris’ face lit up with that easy grin of his. "Oh shit. That's awesome. Hang on, let me grab us some drinks while you guys catch up." He squeezed my shoulder as he passed, already heading towards the kitchen. "I'll be right back."
Don't leave me alone with him! The words were lodged in my throat, left unspoken.
The silence that settled between Matt and I was heavy and charged, thick with everything we weren't saying.
He simply watched me. With that slow, knowing gaze, that traveled from my eyes down to my lips and back up again, and I felt heat creep up my neck despite every effort to remain cool and unbothered.
"So…" he said, and the single syllable was coated in amusement. "You’re Chris' girlfriend?"
"I am."
"Damn." He tilted his head, the smile on his face sharpening. "You really couldn't get over me, huh? Had to go find and settle with my clone instead."
My face went hot. "Excuse me?"
"Come on." He took a step closer, and I held my ground even though every instinct screamed at me to back up. "Same face, same voice, and even the same way he runs his hand through his hair when he's thinking. You’re telling me that's a coincidence?"
"Chris is nothing like you."
"No?" Matt raised an eyebrow. "Then why does he have the same hands? The same mouth?" His voice dropped, just a fraction. "The same everything?"
My face went hot. I could feel the blood rushing to my cheeks, and the way my pulse tripped over itself. Matt noticed. Of course he noticed and his grin widened.
"Still gets to you." he murmured, almost to himself. "That's cute."
"No, it doesn't get to me. And it's not like that."
"Then what's it like?" He was close now, close enough that I could smell him. The same familiar scent that I had buried somewhere deep, musky, warm and achingly recognizable. "Because from where I'm standing, it looks like you never got over our little arrangement. Had to find someone who reminded you of me."
"That's not true." My voice came out sharper than I intended. "I didn't even know he had a brother when we first started talking. You and I, we never talked about anything real. We just had sex, Matt. That's all it was."
The words hung between us, raw and honest.
Something flickered in his expression. Surprise, maybe, or curiosity? It was gone before I could name it, replaced by that infuriating smirk of his.
"Damn." he said softly. "That was cold."
"You asked."
"I did." He reached out, and before I could pull away, his fingers brushed a strand of hair behind my ear. The touch was featherlight, barely there, and it sent a shiver down my spine that I hated myself for. "You've changed."
"Five years will do that."
"True." His hand dropped. "But you're still pretty when you're flustered."
"I'm not flustered."
"You're blushing."
Shit, I was. I could feel the heat in my cheeks, and the way my skin burned under his gaze. It was actually humiliating. Matt had always been able to do this to me, get under my skin, and unravel me with a look, a word, or a touch. And apparently, five years hadn't dulled that particular talent.
"Look," I said, forcing my voice steady. "That was a long time ago. I'm with Chris now, and I care about him. So whatever game you're trying to play—"
"Who said I'm playing a game?"
"You're always playing a game."
He chuckled, a low, delightful sound that caught me off guard. "Okay, fair. But I'm serious. I'm not trying to mess with you." He paused. "Much."
I rolled my eyes, but the tension in my shoulders eased, just a fraction.
"So..." He let the word hang. "Who's better in bed?"
I blinked. "What?"
"You heard me." Matt was enjoying this. I could see it in the way his eyes gleamed, and the way his tongue darted out to wet his lower lip. "Me or him? And don't say you don't think about it. We both know you do."
"That's—" I sputtered. "You can't just ask that!"
"Why not? We're all adults here." He gestured vaguely between us. "I've had you. He's had you. Seems fair to compare notes."
"We're not comparing notes, Matt. This isn't a fucking survey."
"Touchy." He smiled. "That means I'm winning."
"Ugh, you're disgusting."
Chris returned, walking back, holding three cans of soda. He handed one to me, one to Matt, and kept the last for himself. "Everything good out here?"
"Yeah," I said, before Matt could answer. "Everything's fine."
Matt raised his can in a mock toast. "Just catching up. Reminiscing about old times."
Chris settled onto the couch, pulling me down beside him. His arm wrapped around my shoulders, warm and familiar, and I leaned into him, letting his presence ground me. "That's good. I figured you two would get along."
I felt Matt's gaze on me from across the room.
"Oh," he said, taking a long pull from his beverage. "We get along just fine."
I rolled my eyes and sunk deeper into Chris’ embrace, using him as a shield against Matt’s intense gaze on me.
The movie was Chris' choice. Something action-heavy, loud enough to fill the space between us. I tried to focus on the explosions and gunfire, to lose myself in the chaos on the screen, but I could still feel Matt's presence like a weight in the room.
He'd settled into the armchair to my left, legs spread, one ankle crossed over his knee, watching the movie with a lazy half-smile that I recognized all too well. Every time I glanced his way, he was already looking at me.
Stop it. I begged him silently. Just stop.
But he didn't. Of course he didn't.
Halfway through the movie, Chris got up to grab more snacks, and Matt shifted in his seat.
"So," he said, low enough that only I could hear. "How serious is this thing with my brother?"
I kept my eyes on the screen. "Serious."
"Like, serious serious? Or I'm-just-saying-that-because-he's-in-the-other-room serious?"
"Serious serious."
He hummed, a noncommittal sound. "Hmm."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Nothing." He took another sip of his soda. "Just interesting, that’s all."
I turned to look at him, narrowing my eyes. "What's interesting, Matt?"
"You." He met my gaze, unflinching. "The girl who swore she'd never settle down, dating my brother. And wanting something serious out of it. Not like you at all."
"People change."
"Do they?" He tilted his head, studying me. "Or do they just find new ways to lie to themselves?"
I opened my mouth to fire back, but Chris returned before I could, arms full of chips and popcorn. "Movie still good? Did I miss anything?"
"Nothing important." Matt said, and his eyes never left mine, but I looked away first.
When the credits finally rolled and the living room dimmed into something quieter, I let out a breath I felt like I'd been holding for hours. Matt stretched, his shirt riding up to expose a sliver of his stomach, and I pointedly looked away.
"Alright." he said, standing. "I'm gonna head to my room. See you guys tomorrow."
"Nick will be back Sunday night." Chris said. "You'll meet him then."
I nodded, barely processing the words. My skin felt tight, and my thoughts were a jumbled mess.
Matt paused at the doorway, looking back over his shoulder. "Nice seeing you again." he said, and the words were innocent enough, but the smile that accompanied them was anything but. "Really."
I waited until his footsteps faded down the hall before I let my head fall back against the couch. "Your brother is insufferable."
Chris laughed, pulling me closer. "Told you he grows on you."
"Like a fungus."
"Exactly." He pressed a kiss to my temple. "Come on. Let's go to my room."
I followed Chris down the hall, past framed photos and closed doors, until we reached his room at the end. It was warm and lived-in, clothes draped over a chair, a gaming set up propped up on his desk in the corner, and the bed unmade. It felt cozy and welcoming.
After I settled in for the night and changed into my sleepwear, I crawled into bed first. I buried my face into Chris' pillow, inhaling the scent of him. It smelled clean, familiar, and most importantly, safe.
Chris slid in beside me, his arm wrapping around my waist, and his chest pressing against my back. For a long moment, we just laid there, the silence being soft and comfortable.
"Hey," he murmured against my hair. "You okay?"
"Yeah." I closed my eyes. "Just tired."
He was quiet for a moment. Then said, "So, where do you actually know Matt from?"
My eyes shot open. "College." I replied, careful to keep my voice even. "I told you."
"Baby." His hand traced a slow line down my arm. "I'm not stupid."
My heart stuttered. Fuck.
Chris waited, patient and unhurried.
I swallowed. "We used to hook up in college. Like a lot." The words fell into the silence like stones.
Chris didn't move or grow tense. After a moment, he simply exhaled softly. "Oh."
"Yeah."
He was quiet for another long beat. Then his chest shook with a chuckle. "Shit. That's actually… wild."
I turned to look at him, searching his face for any signs of anger or jealousy. But there was only surprise, and something that looked almost like amusement. "You're not mad?"
"Why would I be mad? It was before us." He shrugged casually, the motion bumping me against him. "And it's not like you knew he was my brother. How could you have?"
I let out a relieved breath. "I don't know. I just— I didn't want you to think—"
"Hey." He cupped my face, tilting it up to meet his gaze. "It was in the past. It's fine."
I nodded, letting the tension drain from my shoulders.
"Although," he added, his grin turning mischievous. "I gotta ask. Who's better in bed?"
I groaned, dropping my head onto his chest. "Not you too."
"What?"
"Matt asked me the same thing."
Chris' eyebrows shot up in amusement. "No way."
"Right after you left to get drinks. Asked me who was better between you both."
"And what'd you say?"
"I told him he was disgusting, Chris."
"That's not an answer."
"It's the only answer he's getting."
Chris hummed, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on my hip. "I mean, for the record, I'm just curious too. You've seen both our dicks at this point. Seems unfair that I don't get to compare."
I lifted my head to stare at him, incredulous. "You can’t be serious."
"I'm just curious.” he shrugged.
"Ugh, I'm going to bed."
I said it like a final verdict, like slamming a book shut. I was already turning away from him, reaching for the pillow to burrow my face into. I was done with this conversation and this day, and the way my skin prickled from the memory of Matt's eyes on me.
"Wait, no." Chris' hand landed on my waist, fingers curling against the fabric of my tank top. "I'll be bored."
"Not my problem."
"But—"
"Goodnight, Chris."
I yanked the duvet up to my chin, and closed my eyes. I felt the mattress shift as he adjusted behind me, and I heard him let out a dramatic sigh, followed by the soft click of his phone screen lighting up.
I thought he was just doom scrolling. Mindlessly killing time the way he always did before sleep. I was already halfway to drifting off, my breathing starting to slow down, as the tension of the day released from my muscles.
Then I heard it. The outgoing ringing tone for a video call.
"Hey, Matt. What're you up to?"
My eyes flew open and my body went still.
I stayed perfectly still, face half-buried in the pillow, as my heart slammed against my ribs. The dim glow of Chris' phone screen reflected off the wall ahead of me. I could hear Matt's voice, tinny through the speaker, rough and a little amused even through the distortion.
"Nothing much. Why, what's up?"
Chris' voice was way too casual for my liking. "Come to my room. I wanna settle something."
Settle something?
The words hit me like a splash of cold water. I went rigid under the blanket, every nerve in my body snapping to attention, as I turned back over towards Chris. I knew that tone. I knew exactly what he was doing.
Matt was quiet for a beat. “Yeah? What's your girl up to?"
I heard the smile in Chris' voice before I saw the phone. “Apparently going to sleep.”
He tilted the screen towards me. I was frozen in place, caught in the frame of his camera, lying on my side with my hair fanned across the pillow and the thin strap of my tank top slipping down my shoulder. The sleepset I'd packed was soft and light, a pale pink that barely covered anything, with a low neckline. Underneath the duvet, a pair of matching shorts rode high up on my thighs, from all the tossing. I had packed this particular set because it was comfortable, and I wasn't planning on anyone seeing me in it except Chris.
And I most definitely did not anticipate Matt to see me in it.
Matt’s face appeared on the screen, and I watched the shift in his expression in real time. The lazy amusement flickering into something sharper and darker. His eyes traveled down, deliberately, tracing the curve of my collarbone and the shadow between my breasts. And when his gaze lifted back to mine, there was heat there. Familiar, dangerous, and hungry in a way that made my stomach flip.
The same way he used to look at me before he'd pin me against a dorm room wall and fuck me senseless.
"On my way." Matt said, and the call dropped.
I sat up so fast the duvet pooled around my waist. "What the hell, Chris?"
He was already grinning at me, that infuriating boyish grin that I usually found endearing but right now made me want to throw a pillow at his face. "What?"
"You know what." My voice was high, incredulous. "You just—you invited him over here. To settle something. Are you fucking serious right now?"
Chris shrugged, completely unbothered. He set his phone down on the nightstand and leaned back against the headboard, arms crossed behind his head like he didn't have a care in the world. "What? You heard him. He was free."
"Chris."
"He said he wasn't doing anything."
"Chris."
He looked at me then. That knowing, easy look on his face made me realize he planned this. He'd been turning the idea over in his head ever since I told him the truth.
"You know, I just realized something." he spoke up, and I stared at him with my heart pounding in my chest. "This whole time you didn't exactly say no either."
My mouth opened and then closed again, dumbly.
"You didn't stop me or tell me to hang up. You just laid there and let it happen."
"I was shocked." I managed to say, as my throat dried up.
"Were you?"
The question hung between us.
I wanted to be angry. I wanted to grab my pillow and storm out and say this was insane, that he was insane. I wanted to scream that we were not doing this, but the words never come. Because some small, traitorous part of me, the same part that remembered Matt's hands and mouth and the way he used to whisper filthy things in my ear while he fucked me, was silent… waiting.
Chris saw it. I knew he saw it, because his smile softened into something almost tender. "He'll be here in a minute." he said. "So you've got that long to decide if you really want to kick him out."
I swallowed. The silence stretched. And somewhere down the hall, I heard a door creak open.
Before I could formulate a response, and figure out whether I wanted to scream at Chris or bury myself so deep in the mattress that I ceased to exist, the knock came. Three short, confident raps.
Chris didn't even look at the door. His eyes were on me, that same knowing smile still playing at the corners of his mouth. "Come in."
The door swung open.
I did the only thing my panicked brain could think of: I grabbed the duvet and yanked it over my head, disappearing into the dark, muffled cave of Chris' bedding. I pressed my eyes shut like a child pretending that if I couldn't see them, they couldn't see me.
"Seriously?" Matt's voice drifted through the room, rich with amusement. "She’s hiding?"
"She’s nervous, I think." Chris said, and I could hear the grin in his voice.
"She wasn't nervous when I had her bent over the sink in my dorm room."
"Matt!"
His laugh was deep and warm, and despite myself, I peeked. Just a crack, a sliver of space between the duvet and the pillow.
Matt was standing just inside the doorway, one hand still on the doorframe, and the sight of him hit me like a physical blow.
He was wearing a white tank top. The thin fabric clung to the broad span of his shoulders, the defined curve of his chest, and the cut of his arms where his tattoo sleeve wound from his wrist up past his elbow, disappeared beneath the strap. I had traced the same tattoos with my fingers before. I remembered the feel of them under my fingertips, the way his muscles would shift as I touched him.
And below that—god—those fucking grey sweatpants of his. Hanging low on his hips, the waistband loose enough that I could see the sharp cut of his hip bones. They hung on him like they were barely staying up, like one wrong move and they'd slide right off.
I swallowed, thick and audible. And both of them heard it.
Matt's eyes found mine through the gap in the duvet, and his smile sharpened. He knew. He knew exactly what he looked like, and what that look did to me. He'd always known.
He stepped further into the room, letting the door click shut behind him. The sound was final and heavy, sealing the three of us in the dim glow of Chris' bedside lamp.
Chris shifted on the bed, making room, and Matt moved towards us with the easy confidence of someone who had never been told no in his life. His gaze traveled over the bed, to Chris, and across the lump of the duvet that was supposed to be hiding me, and that smile of his never faltered.
"So… this is cozy." Matt said, settling onto the edge of the mattress. The frame groaned under his weight, and I felt the dip of the bed through the layers of fabric. "What a shame, she’s hiding."
"I'm not hiding." I snapped, my voice muffled through the duvet. "I'm trying to sleep. There's a difference."
"Is there?" Matt's voice was closer now. He must have shifted. "Because from where I'm sitting, it looks like you're hiding."
I ripped the duvet down, sitting up so fast that the fabric tangled around my waist. "I'm not—" The words died in my throat.
Matt was right there. Close enough that I could see the individual lines of his tattoo, and the faint scar near his eyebrow that I had kissed once, a long time ago. His eyes were fixed on me with an intensity that made my stomach drop.
Chris was on my other side, equally close, his hand finding my bare thigh under the duvet. His touch was warm and grounding, a stark contrast to the heat rolling off Matt's body.
They exchanged a look between me, wordless and knowing. Then the both of them turned to me, with identical smiles curling at the corners of their mouths.
I was trapped between them. Literally and figuratively, in every way that mattered. And I had no idea what I was supposed to do next.
Matt's voice cut through the thick silence, smooth and casual. "So, Chris. What exactly did you wanna settle?"
He said it with a wicked smile. His eyes flicked to me briefly, then back to Chris, and I could tell he already knew. He'd walked in here knowing exactly what his brother had planned, and he'd come anyway. Willingly and eagerly.
Chris shrugged, the picture of nonchalance, his hand still warm on my thigh. "Just a little debate, that's all. She won't tell me who's better in bed." He said it like he was discussing the weather, like he hadn't just thrown me into the middle of the most uncomfortable conversation of my life. "Figured we could settle it once and for all."
I stared at him, mouth slightly open, absolutely certain I had misheard him.
"Funny thing." Matt's voice dragged my attention back to him. He was leaning back on his palms, the thin fabric of his tank top pulling taut across his chest. His eyes glinted. "I wanted to know too."
"Oh my god." The words escaped me before I could stop them. I looked between them, the both of them wearing the same infuriating smirk. "Is this some kind of weird twin shit I don't know about? Do you guys not have any concept of privacy or TMI?"
They exchanged a glance, and something passed between them… almost like a silent communication that made my stomach churn.
"Not really." Chris said, and his voice was lighter now, more honest. "We grew up sharing a room, sharing food, and almost everything else. There's not much that's off-limits between us."
Matt nodded, his smile turning thoughtful. "Especially not when it comes to girls." He paused, letting the words hang. "We've shared one before. At the same time."
My heart stopped. Literally. I felt it stutter in my chest, skip a beat, then slam back to life so hard I could feel it in my throat. I stared at Matt, searching his face for any sign that he was joking, that this was some elaborate prank.
But he wasn't smiling anymore. Not even teasingly. He was watching me with a steady, serious gaze that told me everything I needed to know.
I turned to Chris. He met my eyes, and there was no denial there. Only a quiet confirmation.
"You've..." I swallowed. My mouth was dry. "You've both... shared a girl. At the same time?"
"Yeah." Chris said softly. "Once. A while back."
The silence that followed was deafening. My brain was scrambling, trying to process and keep up with the implication that was slowly, steadily unfurling in the space between the three of us. They'd done this before. With someone else. And now—
No. They couldn't possibly be implying...
I looked at Matt. Then at Chris. Then back at Matt.
They were both watching me with the same expression. It was calm and expectant. Like they were giving me time to catch up to what they were already thinking.
"Wait." My voice came out higher than I intended. "You're not suggesting—" I gestured vaguely between the three of us. "Right now? That we—" I couldn't even finish the sentence.
Chris' hand squeezed my thigh, gentle and reassuring. "I'm not suggesting anything you don't want."
"But you're thinking it."
He didn't deny it.
Matt let out a low chuckle, and the sound sent a shiver down my spine. "Relax. Nobody's gonna push you into anything." He leaned closer, and I caught the scent of his skin. "But I gotta say, the thought has crossed my mind a few times tonight."
"Same." Chris added, and his voice was softer now, more vulnerable. "But only if you want it. Only if you're okay with it."
I looked between them, my heart hammering, my skin flushed, and my thoughts a tangled mess of this is insane and why isn't my mouth saying no.
Because I hadn't said no. Not once. And they both were very much aware of it.
The air between us thickened until I could taste it, something electric and something that hummed in the space between my skin and theirs. I was frozen, caught in the crossfire of their gazes, my breath shallow and quick in my chest.
I couldn't move. But I also couldn't look away.
My heart was a war drum in my ears, pounding out a rhythm that I felt in my throat, my fingertips, and the space between my thighs. Every nerve in my body was alive, attuned to the two pairs of eyes fixed on me like I was something precious… and wanted.
I should have been terrified. I should have been scrambling for an exit, for a laugh to break the tension, or for any excuse to retreat back under the duvet and pretend this conversation never happened.
But I wasn't.
Because lying to myself had never been my strong suit, and right now, with Chris' hand warm and steady on my thigh and Matt's gaze burning a path across my skin, I couldn't pretend I wasn't intrigued.
Matt still got to me. Five years later, in a serious relationship with his brother, and a whole life lived between then and now, but none of it mattered. The pull was still there, magnetic and undeniable, humming just beneath the surface of my skin.
And Chris... he was right beside me. Trusting me. Urging me. His hand was a gentle anchor, keeping me tethered even though I felt as if I was floating away into uncharted waters.
I was surrounded by two of the most attractive men I'd ever laid eyes on. And somewhere between the shock, the confusion, and the sheer absurdity of the situation, I realized I trusted them both completely.
Matt moved first, slowly.
His fingers found the edge of the duvet where it was bunched around my waist, and he tugged gently. His gesture, a question more than a demand. His eyes never left mine as the fabric slid away, inch by inch, until the cool air of the room hit my bare skin.
I sucked in a sharp breath. My tank top had ridden up, baring a strip of my stomach. The shorts I was wearing had hiked high on my thighs, leaving little to the imagination. I felt exposed, laid bare under the dim light, and the way Matt's gaze traveled down my body made my skin flush.
Matt looked at me like he was starving. His eyes traced the curve of my hips, the dip of my waist, and then the length of my legs. He lingered on the thin fabric of my tank top, on the outline of my nipples hardening against the thin cotton. His tongue darted out, wetting his lower lip, and when his eyes met mine again, there was something predatory in them.
But he held himself back.
I could see it in the tension of his jaw, and the way his hands were fisted at his sides. He was waiting, restraining himself. For Chris to grant him permission.
Chris' hand never stopped moving. Slow circles on my thigh, grounding me, and reminding me that he was here. And that he was okay with this.
"Hey." His voice was soft, pulling my attention to him. His gaze was warm. "Do you want to kiss him?"
The question hit me like a tidal wave.
I stared at him, breathless. "What?"
"Do you want to kiss him?" he repeated, and there was no jealousy or hesitation in his voice. "You can, if you want to."
"But—you—" I stammered, my brain short-circuiting. "You're my boyfriend."
"I know that, baby." he smiled reassuringly. "And I trust you. I know it sounds crazy, given the circumstances, but I do." His hand squeezed my thigh. "If you want to kiss him, kiss him. I'm not going anywhere."
I looked at him for a long moment, searching his face for any sign of doubt. There was none. Just trust.
I turned back to Matt. He was watching me, waiting, his chest rising and falling with slow, measured breaths. The tension in his body was palpable, coiled tight, and ready to spring at the slightest invitation.
I finally made a decision. Slowly and deliberately, I shifted my legs apart. Just a few inches, enough to create space. An invitation. A silent come here.
Matt didn't wait. He moved forward immediately, one knee sliding onto the bed, then the other, and slotted his body into the space I had created between my thighs. The mattress dipped under his weight, bringing him closer, until I could feel the heat radiating off his skin.
His hand came up, fingers brushing my jaw, tilting my face towards his. The touch was featherlight, and it sent a shiver down my spine that I couldn't suppress.
Then he leaned in, and his lips met mine.
And god, it was like being struck by lightning.
The kiss was soft at first, testing, tasting, and reacquainting. Matt’s lips were warm and familiar in a way that made my chest ache, and I felt the years between us collapse into nothing. The hesitation lasted only a heartbeat, before I melted into him completely.
My hands found his shoulders, gripping the fabric of his tank top, pulling him closer. His tongue traced my lower lip, asking for entry, and I granted it without thinking or hesitating. The kiss deepened, and I felt a moan building in my throat as his hand slid into my hair, tilting my head back.
Every memory came flooding back.
Late nights in cramped dorm rooms. The press of his body against mine in the dark. The way he used to whisper my name against my skin. The way he'd look at me afterwards, elated and satisfied, like I was the only thing in the world that mattered.
Chris' hand was still on my thigh, a warm and steady pressure that kept me grounded as I floated somewhere between past and present. I felt him shift closer, as his lips pressed against my shoulder, a gentle reminder that he was still there. That this was okay.
I broke the kiss, pulling away, gasping for air. Matt’s breath was just as ragged, his eyes now darker and blown wide.
"Fuck." he whispered. “I missed that.”
And I didn't disagree.
Beside me, Chris' lips traced a slow line up my neck, and I shivered, caught between two bodies, and two sets of hands that were slowly and carefully exploring my body.
This was happening. This was really happening.
Matt's fingers curled around the hem of my tank top, the barest brush of knuckles against my stomach. He didn't pull or tug. Just held the fabric between his thumb and forefinger, waiting, his eyes locked on mine. "Can I?"
His voice was rough, stripped of the teasing edge he'd carried all evening. This was real. This was him asking, not assuming. And I noticed he didn't look at Chris this time to seek his permission. His focus was entirely on me, unwavering, like I was the only person in the room.
My heart slammed against my ribs. I should have said no and laughed this off, and crawl out from between them and flee out the room. But my body wasn't listening to the rational part of my brain anymore.
I turned my head, hesitating, searching for Chris.
He was watching us with soft eyes, a small, reassuring smile curving up his lips. He nodded once, it was subtle. Then his voice dropped, low and husky, meant only for my ears. "Whatever you want, baby." His hand squeezed my thigh again. "I know you missed him."
Something in me cracked open. The words hit me square in the chest, loosening the last threads of resistance I'd been clinging to. He knew and understood. And he was giving me this, giving me permission to want, to take, and to fall back into something I had buried away years ago.
I turned back to Matt. "Yes." I said, my voice coming out smaller than I intended. “Please."
Matt didn't waste time. But he didn't rush, either. He reached behind his head, grabbing the back of his tank top, and pulled it off in one fluid motion. The fabric slid over his shoulders, baring his chest, and I forgot how to breathe.
He was broader and more defined than I remembered. His chest was bare, shoulders wide, and stomach tight with muscle that flexed as he moved. A thin line of hair trailed from his navel down into the waistband of his sweatpants, and I followed it with my eyes before I could stop myself.
Then his hands were on me again, and my tank top was sliding up and over my head. The air felt cooler against my heated skin, making me gasp softly. I was bare from the waist up now, completely exposed and vulnerable.
Matt's breath caught. He sat back, his eyes roaming over me like he was memorizing every curve and shadow. His tongue wet his lower lip, and when he spoke, his voice was rough.
"Fuck," he husked. "I missed these pretty tits."
Before I could respond, he tapped his thigh. A silent command saying, come here.
I moved without thinking, swinging one leg over his lap, settling onto his thighs. The heat of him seeped through the thin fabric of my shorts, and I felt it immediately: the hard line of his cock pressed against the apex of my thighs, thick and heavy even through the layers between us. A pulse of heat radiated from him, and I bit my lip to stifle the sound that threatened to escape.
Matt’s hands found my waist, his fingers digging into the soft flesh, guiding me closer. Then he leaned in, and his mouth was on me.
He started slow and languid. His lips pressed against the swell of my breast, trailing a path of open-mouthed kisses across my skin. His tongue traced the curve, tasting and savouring, making my eyes flutter closed.
"Matt…" I exhaled, and the sound of his name on my lips after all these years sent a shiver through both of us.
He hummed against my skin, and the vibration made my back arch, pushing my breast closer to his mouth. He took the invitation, closing his lips around my nipple, and I moaned brokenly, a sound that escaped before I could stop it.
His tongue circled the sensitive peak, before he sucked gently, drawing it into the warmth of his mouth. My hands found his hair, and my fingers threaded through the soft strands, holding him there as waves of pleasure rolled through me.
Fuck. He always knew how to use that tongue.
He switched to the other breast, giving it the same attention. His hand came up to cup the one he'd just abandoned, his thumb brushing over the wet, hardened nipple. My hips shifted restlessly against his lap, and I felt his cock twitch beneath me, a reminder of how hard he was and how much he wanted this.
In the haze of my pleasure, I remembered I wasn't alone. I opened my eyes, turning my head, searching for Chris through the thick fog of want.
He was leaning against the headboard, shirtless, with his pajama pants bunched around his thighs. His hand was wrapped around his cock, stroking slowly and lazily, just enough to take the edge off and soothe the ache. His eyes were fixed on us, sharp and hungry, but there was no jealousy there. Only lust and patience.
He was waiting and watching. Letting Matt and I have this moment. When our eyes met, he gave me a small, crooked smile, and his hand never slowed its rhythm.
I bit my lip, as heat flooded through me at the sight of both of them, one beneath me and one behind me, both wanting me and waiting for me to lead.
Matt's mouth left my breast with a wet pop, and he looked up at me, his lips swollen and his eyes dilated. "You okay?"
I nodded, breathless. "Yeah."
His hands slid down my waist, settling on my hips. "Good. Because I'm not done with you yet."
Chris' voice came from behind me. "What do you want him to do to you?"
The question landed heavy in the space between us. I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. The options were endless, spinning through my mind in a haze of heat and want. I thought about what I really wanted and what I'd been too afraid to admit even to myself.
I wanted to be used. Tonight, I wanted to be Matt’s fuck toy, and his to take apart piece by piece. I wanted to surrender to the feeling of two bodies surrounding me, consuming me, and leaving no part of me untouched.
I looked down at Matt, meeting his icy blue eyes, and I let the honesty bleed into my voice. "Touch me."
The words were simple, but they carried everything. I swiveled my hips, giving him an intentional grind against his clothed cock, and the friction dragged a hiss from between his teeth.
"Shit." he groaned, his fingers tightening on my hips. "Yeah, okay."
Matt’s hands found the waistband of my shorts, and he peeled them down my thighs, lifting me just enough to slide the fabric away. The cool air caused goosebumps on my newly exposed skin, and I was suddenly, completely naked, straddling his lap with nothing between us but his sweatpants. He looked down, and his breath caught.
I was already soaked and glistening. The evidence of my arousal was impossible to miss, coating my thighs, catching in the dim light. Matt let out a low hum of satisfaction, the sound vibrating through his chest.
"Goddamn." he murmured. "You're already so wet for me, sweetheart."
His hand moved between us, his fingers grazing my cunt with barely any pressure. I whimpered at the touch, my hips bucking involuntarily, chasing more of his touch. Matt took his time, spreading me open with expert fingers, parting the slick petals so his middle finger could drag through my slit from entrance to clit.
I shook in his lap, my nails digging into his shoulders as a sharp gasp tore from my throat.
"That's it." he coaxed, watching my face. His finger circled my clit slowly and torturously, and I felt my whole body tremble. "You remember this, don't you? You remember how I used to make you feel."
I couldn't answer. My mouth was slack open, as my breath came in short, ragged bursts.
He slid one finger inside me, then two, curling them upwards, pressing against that spot that made stars burst behind my eyes. His thumb kept working my clit in tight, wet circles, and he watched my face contort from the pleasure, his own expression mirroring mine. He was feeding off my pleasure like it was his own.
"Look at you." he said, his voice rough with unadulterated lust. "Taking my fingers so fucking good. You always did. You always took everything I gave you."
All I could do was moan in response, broken and breathless, as my hips rocked against his hand.
"Tell me how it feels." he demanded.
"Good." I gasped. "So fucking good, Matt."
"Yeah?" His fingers pumped faster and deeper, the wet sounds of my cunt filling the room. "You gonna cum for me, pretty girl?"
Behind me, I could hear Chris. The rapid pumping of his fist around his cock, the broken moans slipping past his lips, and the rushed, ragged breaths that told me he was just as lost in this as I was.
"You're doing so good, baby." Chris panted, his voice coming out strained. "Keep going."
I was overwhelmed. The praise, the filth, the feeling of Matt's fingers inside me, and Chris' voice in my ear, it was too much and not enough all at once. My body was wound tight, trembling on the edge, and Matt could feel it.
"That's it." he grinned, his thumb pressing harder against my clit. "Come on now. I've got you. Let go for me."
And I surrendered completely. The orgasm crashed through me, violent and all-consuming. My back arched, my nails dug into Matt's shoulders, and a cry tore from my throat as I came undone on his lap and hand, slick, hot, and shuddering.
He worked me through it, fingers slowing, more gentler now, drawing out every last wave until I was slumped against him, gasping, with my forehead pressed to his.
Matt pulled his hand away, and I watched through heavy-lidded eyes as he brought his soaked fingers up to his mouth, licking them clean with a satisfied smile.
Chris' voice came from behind me, low and gruff, cutting through the haze of my spent orgasm. "Come here. Let me clean up that mess."
I peeled myself off Matt's lap, my legs shaky, and my skin still humming from the aftershocks. Chris reached for me, his hands finding my waist, guiding me down onto the bed beside him. He moved over me, settling between my trembling thighs, and I felt the cool air hit the slick evidence of what Matt had done to me.
He looked down at where I was still dripping and splayed open, and let out a hum of approval. "Fuck," he murmured, licking his lips. "You made such a mess for my brother, huh? Such a slut for him, and you couldn't help yourself."
I whimpered at his dirty words as he lowered his head, his breath warm against my oversensitive skin. His tongue traced a slow line through my folds, collecting every drop of what Matt had caused. The sensitivity sent a jolt through my body, and I bucked against his mouth, a broken cry escaping my lips.
"Chris—"
"Shh." he soothed, his voice vibrating against my clit. "I've got you."
His mouth was different from Matt's. Slower and more tender in a way that made my chest ache. He licked into me like he was savouring something precious, his tongue circling my clit with gentle precision that built a new pressure low in my belly. My hand found his hair, tangling in the soft strands, keeping him close as I rolled my hips against his face.
I looked down, to watch Chris work, and that's when I saw Matt.
He had moved, kneeling beside me on the bed, his hand wrapped around his cock. It was just as I remembered, thick, pink, and heavy. The tip was already glistening with precum, and my mouth watered at the sight.
Fuck, I missed his cock.
Matt caught me staring and grinned, that familiar, wicked grin that had always undone me. "You wanna taste it, don't you?" His voice was rough, but strained. "I can see it in your eyes."
I nodded, already reaching for him, my hand wrapping around his shaft. He was hot and silky in my grip, and I pumped him slowly, watching the way his stomach tightened with each stroke.
"Let me feel that pretty mouth of yours on me." he ordered. "I know you suck dick good. You always did."
I leaned forward, my tongue darting out to catch the bead of precum at his tip. The taste of him flooded my senses, it was salty, familiar, and him. I simultaneously moaned at the sensation of Chris' tongue still working through me between my legs.
I wrapped my lips around the mushroom head, taking Matt in slowly, my eyes locked on his. His breath hitched as I hollowed my cheeks, sucking gently before pulling back to trace the length of his shaft with my tongue.
"Fuck," he hissed, his hand finding my hair. "Just like that."
I took him deeper, letting him slide past my lips until he hit the back of my throat. The vibration of my moan, pulled from me by Chris' relentless mouth, rippled through Matt's cock, and he bucked his hips with a sharp groan.
"Shit." he gasped. "You're gonna make me lose it."
His grip tightened in my hair, and he started to move, fucking my mouth with slow, deep thrusts. Each one pushed him further down my throat, and I took it, my eyes watering, and my hands gripping his thighs for balance.
"Look at you." he praised, his voice sounding ragged. "Taking me so fucking well. Good girl."
Below me, I felt Chris humping the mattress, his hips rutting against the sheets as he ate me out with increasing urgency. His moans were muffled against my cunt, but I could feel them vibrating through me, adding another layer to the overwhelming pleasure.
I was floating. Caught between two bodies that knew exactly how to take me apart.
Matt's thrusts grew faster and more desperate. "I'm close." he warned, his voice strained. "You want it? You want me to cum in that pretty mouth?"
I moaned my answer around him, the sound muffled and broken.
My own orgasm crested suddenly, crashing through me as Chris' tongue pressed hard against my clit. My back arched, a scream caught in my throat as I came undone around nothing, my hips grinding against Chris' face as he worked me through it.
The vibration of my climax sent Matt over the edge. With a guttural groan, he spilled into my mouth, hot and thick, flooding my tongue. I swallowed around him, taking every drop as he pulsed against my lips.
"That's it." he groaned. "Take it. Take all of it."
When Matt finally pulled out, his chest was heaving, and his eyes were blown wide with satisfaction.
He looked down at me, a gratified smile spreading across his face. "Open."
I parted my lips open, showing him the empty cavern of my mouth.
"Good girl." he said, his thumb brushing across my lower lip. "You took all of it."
Pride bloomed warmly across my chest, hearing Matt praise me like that.
My attention strayed from Matt as Chris crawled up my body, and his lips found mine in a kiss. He tasted like me, and I moaned into his mouth as he rolled us both onto our sides, facing each other. His hand cupped my jaw, tilting my face to deepen the kiss, and I melted into him instantly. His mouth was tender, and every movement felt like he was saying I love you without actually saying the words. His thumb traced the line of my cheekbone as he kissed me, slow and thorough.
I turned fully towards Chris, my hand finding his chest, feeling the steady thrum of his heartbeat beneath my palm. His tongue swept across my lower lip, coaxing, and I opened for him, letting him in. The kiss deepened, and I felt his smile against my mouth, that sweet, familiar smile that had made me fall for him in the first place.
Then I felt Matt. He settled on my other side, the mattress dipping under his weight, the heat of his body seeping into my skin before he even touched me. His fingers found my thigh, trailing upwards with a slowness that made my skin prickle. They danced across my mound, featherlight and teasing, before skimming up my stomach and over my ribs.
His hand then found my breast again, and he cupped it, squeezing gently, as his thumb circled my nipple until it hardened under his touch. The sensation made me gasp into Chris' mouth.
Soon after, Matt's lips found my neck, and he wasn't gentle about it. He bit down, just enough to sting, before his tongue soothed the spot, definitely leaving a mark of him on me. His mouth traveled down my jaw, open, wet, and filthy, and I felt the scrape of his teeth against my skin.
"Missed the way you taste." he murmured against my throat. "Missed the sounds you make when I touch you."
Matt’s fingers rolled my nipple, pinching lightly, and I whimpered, breaking the kiss with Chris to arch into Matt's touch. My head fell back, and Matt took full advantage, his mouth latching onto the column of my throat, sucking hard enough to leave a mark I'd find tomorrow.
Chris didn't stop. His lips found my shoulder, pressing soft, open-mouthed kisses along the slope. His hand slid down my back, fingers tracing the ridge of my spine, before settling on my ass. He squeezed, kneading the flesh, his touch firm and possessive in a completely different way.
The contrast was driving me insane.
Chris was romance, slow kisses and gentle caresses, the kind of touch that made me feel cherished and safe. His hand massaged my ass with a tenderness that bordered on worship, as his lips trailed soft patterns across my skin.
Whereas Matt was filth, bites, bruises, and hungry hands that took what they wanted. His mouth worked my jaw, my throat, and my collarbone, leaving a trail of wet, open kisses that made my breath come in short, sharp gasps. His hand never left my breast, rolling, pinching, and teasing until I was writhing between them.
I turned towards Matt, my body seeking his, arching into his touch like a plant reaching for sunlight. He caught my face in his hand and kissed me hard, and it was nothing like Chris' kiss. It was all tongue, teeth, and desperation, as his mouth claimed mine like he was trying to devour me from the inside out. I moaned into him, and he swallowed the sound, his grip tightening in my hair.
Chris shifted behind me, his hand moving my hair out of the way, exposing the back of my neck. His lips pressed there, soft and warm, a stark contrast to the brutal kiss Matt was giving me. His fingers continued their exploration of my ass, squeezing and massaging, his touch lingering in a way that made me feel cherished.
It was two entirely different kinds of worship. And both of them were undoing me in their own ways.
Matt broke the kiss first, panting. "God, I forgot how good you feel." he heaved, as his thumb traced my lower lip. "Every fucking thing about you is perfect."
Behind me, Chris' hand left my ass, and I heard the slick sound of him stroking himself. Then I felt the blunt pressure of his cock nudging against my opening from behind, sliding through the wetness that still coated my folds.
I softly gasped against Matt's mouth, my back arching, and Matt’s tongue swept in, swallowing every sound I made, sealing it with a kiss.
Chris' voice came low and rough against my ear. "This okay?"
I managed a broken sound that might have been yes, and he took it as permission.
Chris pushed in slowly. So slowly I felt every inch of him stretching me open, filling me inch by inch. I was still wet from everything that had happened, from Matt's fingers, Chris' mouth, and my own cumulative orgasms, making him slide in almost effortlessly, the wet sound of it loud and obscene in the otherwise quiet room.
"Fuck." Chris gasped, his forehead pressing against my shoulder. "You feel—fuck, baby." He then bottomed out, his hips flush against my ass, and I felt so full I couldn't breathe.
He started to move. Slow, deep thrusts that reached places I didn't know existed, each one pushing me further into Matt's mouth. My hands scrambled for purchase, one finding Matt's shoulder, and the other twisting in the sheets, as Chris set a rhythm that was steady and relentless.
Matt broke the kiss, pulling back just enough to look at me. His eyes were dark, pupils blown wide, and his lips were wet and swollen. His hand slid down my stomach, fingers finding my clit, and began to circle it in time with Chris' thrusts.
"You like that?" Matt's voice was rough, teasing. "Getting fucked by my brother while I watch? Look at you, can't even keep your eyes open."
I tried to respond, but Chris thrusted deeper, hitting something that made my words dissolve into a moan.
"She loves it." Chris grunted, answering for me. "Can feel her clenching around me."
Matt's grin was filthy. "Yeah? She always did love attention."
Chris' hand gripped my thigh, fingers digging into the soft muscle, holding me open for him as he fucked into me. His pace was persistent, each thrust pushing me harder against Matt's hand.
And then Matt's voice cut through the haze, as his eyes locked on mine. "Wait, Chris." His hand came up, cupping my jaw, turning my face towards his. His thumb traced across my lower lip, and I felt the weight of his gaze like a physical thing. "I need to feel that pussy squeeze my cock and cum on it. Might never get the chance again."
The crude words stole the air from my lungs.
Behind me, Chris let out a sound, something between a laugh and a groan. "Fair enough." He pulled out slowly, and the absence of him left me aching and feeling empty. But before I could adjust, Matt was already moving.
He shifted me, guiding me so my leg wrapped around his hip, as he positioned himself at my needy, quivering hole. Matt’s chest was pressed up against mine, and from behind, I felt Chris' warmth at my back, his knees bracketing my shoulders as he knelt above us.
Matt pushed into me in one smooth motion, with no hesitation or gentle easing. His thickness stretched me in a way that made my eyes roll back, making my head fall against Chris' thigh.
"Oh—fuck—"
There was no mercy in Matt’s pace. He set a rhythm that was hard and fast, his hips slapping against mine as he drove into me again and again. My body remembered him, the weight of him, and the fullness of him, as it opened up for him like it had been waiting five years for this exact moment.
The difference between them was staggering.
Chris was longer and slender, hitting places deep inside me with a precision that made me see stars. Matt was thicker and fuller, stretching me open with every thrust, filling me in a way that made me feel like I was being split apart in the best possible way.
Neither was better. They were just... different. Both good in their own way and undoing me in ways I couldn't articulate.
My back arched off the mattress, my body twisting as Matt fucked into me. From this angle, I could see Chris above me. He was kneeling behind my head, his knees planted on either side of my shoulders. He was stroking himself slowly, his cock slick and straining, as his eyes were fixed on the spot where Matt's thick length plunged into me over and over.
I could see everything. The way his jaw was tight, and the way his chest heaved with each ragged breath. His gaze met mine through the haze of pleasure, and there was something soft in his eyes… something fond.
"You're doing so good, baby." His voice was rough and strained, but warm. "Taking him so well. Look at you—fuck. That's my girl."
I tried to respond, but all that came out was a broken moan as Matt drove into me deeper.
"You like that, huh?" Chris continued, his hand speeding up on his cock. "You like getting fucked by both of us?"
I managed a keening sound, something that might have been yes or please or don't stop. It didn't matter. The noise was enough.
Matt's mouth was on my neck, sucking, biting, and marking me with a desperation that bordered on feral. His teeth scraped against my pulse point, and he soothed the sting with his tongue before moving lower, leaving a trail of bruises down my throat. I felt each one bloom against my skin, and the thought of waking up tomorrow with his marks on me while I was dating Chris, sent a thrill straight through me.
He was on a mission. Licking, sucking, and claiming every inch of exposed skin he could reach while his cock kept driving into me with that relentless rhythm.
Chris was still talking from above, his voice filled with pride. "You're so pretty like this. I knew you'd look perfect between us." And all I could do was let out a pathetic, broken whimper.
Matt's hand found my clit, pressing hard, circling in time with his thrusts. His face was pressed against the crook of my neck, as his breaths came out hot and ragged. "I'm close." he gritted out. "Cum with me. I need to feel you."
With one more deep stroke, and his thumb pressing hard against my clit, I shattered.
My orgasm crashed through me, violent and consuming, as my walls clenched around Matt's cock so hard that he groaned, making his hips stutter. He followed me over the edge, burying himself deep and spilling his load inside me with a guttural sound.
Above me, Chris' breath caught. I watched his head tip back, his hand moving faster, and then he groaned, long and low. He burst, and I felt hot stripes of cum paint across my stomach and ribs.
For a long moment, there was nothing but heavy breathing.
Matt collapsed first, his forehead dropping to my chest, his body feeling heavy and warm. Chris followed, lowering himself down, curling around my other side, his face burying in the curve of my neck. I laid between them, completely spent, my limbs feeling too heavy to move.
But I felt everything. Chris' release cooled across my stomach, trickling slowly down my sides, and Matt's was leaking out of me, warm and wet, spreading against my thighs. And my own arousal amidst it all, clung to my skin, sticky.
The three of us, laid in bed in a heap of tangled limbs, completely undone. I stared at the ceiling, my chest rising and falling from my slow, deep breaths, and let myself exist in the aftermath of what had just happened.
The brothers were still pressed against me, as Matt's lips were brushing lazily against my sternum, and Chris' nose was nuzzling into my hair. Neither of them moved to pull away from me.
The silence stretched, it was thick but comfortable, and was filled only with the sound of us remembering how to breathe again.
Then Matt's voice rumbled against my skin, rough and wrecked, but thoroughly satisfied. "So," A chuckle vibrated through his chest. "Have we reached a settlement?"
I felt Chris huff a laugh behind me, his arm tightening around my waist. "Yeah, baby. I think we deserve a verdict after that performance."
I groaned, the sound pathetic and strained, barely more than a whimper. My voice came out hoarse, scraped raw from all the moaning, gasping, and crying. "I don't— I can't..."
They both waited. They looked patient, but very much amused at my speechlessness.
"I don't know." I finally managed, and the words slurred together like I was drunk. Because I was drunk on them, on the way they'd taken me apart and put me back together, and on the feeling of being completely, utterly spent between two bodies that had worshiped me into oblivion.
Matt lifted his head, looking down at me with heavy-lidded eyes. His lips were swollen, and his hair a mess. He looked absolutely debauched. "That's not an answer."
"It's the only one you're getting." I mumbled, my eyes fluttering closed.
Chris pressed a kiss to my shoulder. "That's okay. We've got the whole house to ourselves for the weekend."
My eyes flew open.
Matt's grin spread slow and wicked, his teeth flashing in the dim light. "Plenty of time to reach a unanimous decision."
I stared at them both, at Matt's filthy smile and at Chris' warm, knowing gaze over my shoulder, and let out a breath that was half laugh and half groan. “Ah, fuck.” I muttered.
They both softly laughed, the sound mingling in the dark, and I felt Chris' arm tighten around me while Matt's hand slid down my hip, squeezing once before settling.
I was trapped between them, but I wouldn’t dream of being anywhere else.
A/N: this wasnt supposed to be this long but I got carried away oops 🫣🤫
✧ bsf chris!, friends to lovers, dom!chris, teasing, clit stimulation, unprotected sex
✧ summary: you're sexually frustrated after months without sex and during a seemingly innocent hangout with chris, tensions and casual touches escalate until he offers to "help you out," finally satisfying your needs.
✧ word count: 2.3k
✧ authors note: i need to go to horny jail bc why have i been writing nonstop. also sue me im a sucker for friends to lovers. (also also if u saw this posted earlier no u didnt that was an accident.)
it's been three months. three long months since your last hookup, and your body was making you pay for it. you felt exposed, every casual touch from a stranger felt like a jolt. it was hell.
so when chris texted you, "come over? we can chill. i'm tired," you almost cried with relief. you needed the comfort, the platonic intimacy, the distraction from the constant arousal that had become your every day.
he answers the door in gray sweatpants and a worn out band tee, looking soft and domestic and completely harmless.
you hand him the takeout you brought, and he grins, pulling you into a quick, one armed hug.
"missed you," he says, his voice warm in your ear. it's a normal thing to say, but it sends a shiver down your spine.
you settle on the couch, a decent amount of space between you. he puts on some dumb action movie you've both seen a dozen times and you dig into the food.
for a while, it's fine. it's normal. you're laughing, yelling at the screen, arguing about which character has the most ridiculous death scene.
but then he leans forward to grab the remote, and his arm brushes against your breast. it's nothing. a quick touch. but your entire body reacts. you feel your nipples stiffen instantly, a familiar heat pooling in your gut. you shift, pressing your thighs together under the blanket you'd pulled over your lap.
he flops back against the cushions, slinging his arm up along the back of the sofa behind you. "god, i'm exhausted," he sighs, letting his head fall back.
you can see the pulse ticking in his neck and the way his shirt's pulled tight across his chest. he's just laid out for you like that, all long and tall and unfairly hot.
"long week?" you ask, trying to keep your voice steady.
"you have no idea." his eyes are closed. he looks vulnerable. "just… wanna relax."
you nod, then hesitate. "scoot down a bit."
he cracks an eye open. "why?"
"just… come here." you pat the space between your legs. "you look like you're about to fall over."
he considers it for a second, then shrugs, shifting so he's lying with his cheek against your chest, you wrap your arms around his back, pulling the blanket up over both of you.
it's better. it's worse. the solid weight of him against you is comforting, but it's also igniting every frustrated cell in your body. you can feel the warmth of his skin through his t-shirt, the steady rise and fall of his breathing.
you can smell his shampoo, something clean and woodsy. your fingers start to twitch against his back, itching to tangle in his hair.
this is chris. your chris. your best friend. get a fucking grip.
you try to focus on the movie. you really do. but then he shifts, settling in deeper, and he presses right against your core. a tiny, involuntary gasp escapes your lips. you freeze, hoping he didn't hear.
he didn't seem to. but a few minutes later, he does it again, a subtle roll of his hips as he gets comfortable. it's innocent. it means nothing. but to your desperate body, it does.
you can feel yourself getting wet, a slick warmth spreading between your thighs. you press them together harder, a useless attempt to calm down the ache.
"you okay?" he murmurs, his voice a low rumble against your chest. "you're all tense."
"fine," you squeak. "just… cold."
he hums, a low, skeptical sound.
his hand comes up to cover yours where it's resting on his side.
"your hands are freezing," he says, rubbing his thumb over your fingers.
"told you," you manage, your voice tight.
he chuckles, a soft, breathy sound that vibrates right through you. he brings your intertwined hands up to his mouth, blowing warm air onto your fingers.
it's an act of simple kindness, but his lips are so close to your skin, and all you can think about is them somewhere else.
"better?" he asks, his eyes still closed.
"mhm," you lie. you're burning up.
the movie ends, and the menu screen starts looping, the annoying theme music filling the silence.
neither of you moves to turn it off. the air in the room feels thick, heavy.
then, he shifts again. it's not subtle this time. it's a deliberate, slow roll of his hips against you. and you feel it. the hard, thick line of his cock pressing firmly against you.
your entire body goes rigid. your breath catches in your throat. he's hard. he's hard, and he's pressed against you, and he knows.
"chris?" your voice is barely a whisper.
he doesn't answer. he just does it again, a slower, more deliberate grind. a low groan rumbles in his chest, a sound you feel more than hear.
"you're squirming," he says, his voice thick and husky. "have been all night."
you can't deny it.
"i…"
"shhh," he murmurs, finally turning his head to look at you. his eyes are fucked out already, blown wide and black with it, lashes low and heavy like he's halfway to wrecked just from looking at you. "just… feel it."
his hair's all fucked up from the couch, lips parted and pink, and he looks wrecked and hungry and hard, the line of his jaw tight, and you can see his chest rising and falling like he's barely holding himself back.
he rolls his hips again, a perfect, filthy pressure against your clit. a whimper tears from your throat. it's embarrassing, how responsive you are, how little it takes.
"yeah," he breathes, a triumphant smirk playing on his lips. "that's what i thought."
he lets go of your hand, bringing his up to cup your jaw. his thumb strokes your cheek, his touch gentle. "how long has it been?"
you know what he's asking. your face flames with shame. "too long."
"poor thing," he coos, and it should be condescending, but it just sounds hot. "all wound up with no one to help you."
his knee slides between your legs, pressing right up against your soaked leggings. you gasp, your hips jolting forward involuntarily.
"so eager," he murmurs, his lips brushing against your ear. "tell me what you need. let me help you out, baby..."
you shake your head, burying your face in his neck. you can't say it. admitting it out loud would make it real, would cross the boundary you've been clinging to.
he chuckles, a low, dark sound. "no? okay. i'll guess."
his hand slides down your side, over your hip, and comes to rest on your ass, squeezing the flesh through your leggings. you moan, a broken, needy sound.
"need someone to touch you?" he whispers, his other hand coming up to tangle in your hair, tugging your head towards him gently. "need someone to take care of this tight little pussy?"
you can only nod, your eyes squeezed shut.
"look at me," he commands. you force your eyes open. his gaze is intense, boring into you. "i've been right here this whole time. all you had to do was ask."
he leans in, and for a heart stopping second, you think he's going to kiss you.
but he stops, his lips hovering a breath away from yours.
"beg for it," he whispers. "tell me how much you need it."
something inside you snaps. the frustration, the desperation, the weeks of pent up need.
"please," you choke out, the word ragged. "chris, please. i need it. i need you."
that's all he was waiting for. his mouth is on yours, hungry and demanding.
it's a kiss of starvation, his tongue is in your mouth, claiming you, and you kiss him back with equal desperation, your hands gripping his hair, pulling him closer.
his hand slides from your ass around to the front, pushing between your legs. he groans into your mouth when he feels the wetness seeping through your leggings.
"fuck," he pants, breaking the kiss. "you're soaked. god, you really needed this, didn't you?"
he doesn't wait for an answer, just pushes your leggings down, his fingers finding your slick, swollen folds. you cry out, your hips bucking against his hand as he circles your clit.
"so sensitive," he murmurs, watching your face as he slides a finger inside you. "gonna come just from this? just from my fingers?"
you can't form words, just babble his name as he adds a second finger, curling them just right.
his thumb presses against your clit, rubbing in tight, circles as his fingers pump inside you.
you're grinding down on his hand, shameless in your desperation, chasing the release that's been building for months.
"look at you," he breathes, his voice thick with awe and satisfaction. "so fucking beautiful."
you can feel the orgasm building, your thighs starting to shake. "chris…i'm gonna…"
"no," he says, pulling his hand away completely.
the loss is so sudden, you cry out a wounded, frustrated sound. your eyes fly open, glaring at him. "what the fuck?"
he just smirks, a slow curve of his lips. he brings his glistening fingers to his mouth, his eyes locked on yours as he licks them clean (which was hotter than you wanted to admit). "not yet. you don't get to come that easy."
he shifts, kneeling between your legs, taking off his shirt in one smooth motion.
mouth goes dry at the sight of his chest, the lean muscle dusted with hair that trails down into his sweatpants. he hooks his thumbs into the waistband, pausing.
"you want this?" he asks, palming his hard cock through the fabric. it looks thick, heavy, and your whimper in response.
you nod, eyes wide, transfixed by the movement of his hand.
"use your words," he commands, his voice dropping to that low and rumbly tone. "tell me what you want."
you swallow past the lump in your throat. "i want you to fuck me."
"how?" he presses, dragging his sweatpants down just enough to free himself. your breath hitches. he's bigger than you expected, thick and flushed, curving up towards his stomach. he wraps a hand around it, giving it a slow, lazy stroke. "tell me how you want me to fuck you."
"hard," you whisper, then say it louder, with more conviction. "i want you to fuck me hard."
his eyes flash with desire. "that's my girl."
he leans over you, bracing his hands on either side of your head. he doesn't enter you, just lets the head of his cock drag through your wet folds, bumping against your clit. you whimper, lifting your hips, trying to take him in, but he pulls back, teasing you.
"so impatient," he tuts, but he's smiling. "been thinking about this, haven't you? lying in your bed at night, touching yourself, wanting to be fucked like this?"
"yes," you admit, the word a breathy confession. "god, yes."
he lines himself up then, pressing just the tip inside. you gasp at the stretch. he pauses there, torturing you.
"who gets to make you feel like this?" he asks, his voice a low growl.
"you," you moan, trying to push your hips up and take more of him.
"that's right."
with one smooth, powerful thrust, he buries himself in you. you cry out, your back arching off the couch. it's a painfully good stretch, the feeling of being completely full. he stills for a moment, letting you adjust, his forehead pressed against yours.
"fuck," he groans, his voice broken. "so tight. feels like you were made for me."
then he starts to move. it's exactly what you asked for. hard, deep strokes that make you gasp. the couch is creaking with every snap of his hips.
his hands are gripping your thighs, holding you open as he pounds into you, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room.
"this what you needed?" he grunts, his rhythm brutal. "to be fucked like a little slut? is that why you've been so tense?"
you can only moan in response, your hands clutching at his shoulders, your nails digging into his skin. the pleasure is overwhelming.
"chris… please," you beg.
"come on," he pants, his thrusts becoming erratic. "come for me."
he shifts his angle, hitting that spot deep inside you that makes your vision go white.
"that's it, that's it," he groans, fucking you until you're a whimpering, oversensitive mess.
he pulls out suddenly, and you whine at the loss. he flips you over with surprising strength, maneuvering you onto your hands and knees. he grabs your hips, pulling your ass up in the air, and slides back into you from behind.
the new angle is devastating. he's hitting even deeper now, letting out little grunts with every thrust. one of his hands leaves your hip to tangle in your hair, pulling your head back.
"look at me," he commands, his voice rough. you twist, looking back at him over your shoulder. his face is flushed, his eyes dark. "who's fucking you this good?"
"you are," you gasp, his grip on your hair tightening just enough to send a jolt of pleasure-pain down your spine. "you're fucking me so good."
"damn right i am," he grunts, his rhythm faltering. "gonna fill this little pussy up. you want that? want me to come inside you?"
"yes," you sob, pushing back against him, meeting him thrust for thrust. "please, chris. come in me."
with a final, brutal thrust, he buries himself deep and stills. you feel him pulse inside you, a warm flood filling you up as he groans your name, his body shuddering with the force of his release.
he collapses against your back, his weight pinning you to the couch cushions, both of you breathing heavily in the sudden silence. for a long moment, neither of you move.
finally, he presses a soft kiss to your shoulder.
"so," he murmurs, his voice muffled against your skin. "still tense?"
-He drags you out of the party to fuck you in the bathroom
-Teasing you
-My eyes only (Matt’s phone 2) 📱
-Come over, I’m horny (sending him a video) 📱
-Fuck the stress out of me
-Right after you ask him to stay a little longer
-Dripping
-He does it so good
-> 𝘋𝘢𝘥!𝘔𝘢𝘵𝘵 ⟡ ݁₊
-Taking a bath after putting the kids to bed
-Late night sex
-Home alone
-Slow quiet strokes while the kids are napping
-After a stressful day he makes it up to you (Dad!Matt’s a munch)
-Taking it out on you
-Camping (Anniversary trip)
-It’s been a while so he’s not wasting time
-After date night
-Sitting on his face
-wifey Material
-From the side
-Titty sucking
-Before his meeting
⟡ℬℴ𝓃𝓊𝓈 -> 𝘊𝘩𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘬 1 & 2⟡ ݁₊
A/N: If you’re a minor and still chose to interact with this, that decision is yours. I can’t control who interacts with my posts, but it is my responsibility to give a proper warning, which I made sure to include at the top of the post :) Also, if you’re on my taglist and you’ve stated that you’re underage in your bio, you were not tagged in this post because it contains visual graphic content. I’m not saying no one watches porn, but just in case… you’ll still get tagged in my other posts, so don’t worry 🤍
༒︎ 7 Minutes in Heaven ༒︎
Includes - Light, L, Misa, Matsuda, Teru, Mello, Matt, & Near
Content Warnings - N/A
Notes - I haven't written them in a while, so I apologize if they're ooc.
♱ Light Yagami ♱
Once the two of you are locked in the closet, the timer begins. For a moment, you both stand there in silence, neither of you wanting to make the first move. Then, after a moment, you finally open your mouth to speak. Light beats you to it.
"Why haven't you kissed me yet?" he asks. You blink at him.
"Have you ever considered that maybe I don't want to kiss you?" you fire back at him in a slightly teasing manner. Light stills, very obviously taken aback, and a little hurt, by your rebuttal before he quickly recalibrates his next move. He clears his throat and maintains his composure as if it never slipped to begin with.
"I don't see why not. Unless you have bad taste in men, that is," he teases with a charming, yet sharp, grin. You ignore his comment.
"Do you even want to kiss me, Yagami?" You scoff and eye him sternly for a moment.
"Of course. You're not too bad looking yourself. I wouldn't mind kissing you." He's quick. Too quick. You can't analyze any of his moves when he's standing so close to you.
"Then why haven't you kissed me yet?" you ask, throwing his own words right back at him. He scoffs and turns his head to the side. You smile to yourself and save that little victory in your head for later.
"Maybe I'm just waiting for the right moment," he challenges through gritted teeth.
"Time's running out," you remind him as you lean in closer. You tap on the side of his watch, emphasizing the time limit the two of you have in here. "You better decide when to do it."
Then, without another word, he grabs your hips in his hands and kisses you. His lips collide with yours hard and fast in a way that is completely unlike him. It's messy and rough. It's completely different in comparison to the controlled and mature way he typically carries himself outside of this closet. His tongue, teeth, and lips collide with yours in a meaningless mesh of haste. And yet, there is an underlying rhythm to it—a method to his madness. There always is.
♱ L Lawliet ♱
L is sitting in his usual crouch on the floor of the closet. You sit on the floor across from him and stare at the man.
"Have you ever kissed anyone before, L?" you ask. He simply shakes his head.
"No, I have not. I don't really have the time for frivolous activities like that." You stare at him for a moment, a bit shocked at his blunt response. Then after a beat, you slowly crawl over to him.
"Would you like to try now?" you ask lowly. L looks at you before he tilts his head to one side.
"Yes," he hums, "I would. Although my rationale may lower after the interaction, it couldn't hurt to know what the common human experience is like."
"You talk too much," you chuckle. "Just a simple 'yes' would've been fine," you tease. You lean in closer, your soft breaths mingling with his as the air slowly gets more heated. L seems to get the hint.
"Then, yes, I would like to try kissing you."
You smile before leaning in and pressing your lips to his. You move your lips against his slowly, making sure that he can keep up with the pace. L, ever the fast learner, keeps in time with you perfectly. You hum in approval against his lips, not surprised, but a little impressed. You're careful not to slip your tongue in just yet, holding back until he gets used to the feeling of your lips. Then, without warning, L slips his tongue between your lips. You let out a soft noise of surprise at the intrusion, but quickly accept it as L slowly swirls his tongue, trying to get used to the feeling of it.
Without pulling away from his lips, you shift forward and settle in his lap, straddling his hips and trapping your legs on either side of him. L pulls away and looks up at you, clearly not expecting you to make that move. You simply smile down at him before capturing his lips in yours again.
♱ Misa Amane ♱
Misa is on you within seconds of the door closing. She immediately wraps her arms around your neck, wasting no time in making sure that each second of these seven minutes is not wasted. You freeze at the contact, arms stilling at your sides in shock. Misa kisses you just as soft and sweet as her personality would suggest, but before you can relish in the situation for too long, she pulls away. You blink at her, slightly dazed from the force at which she clung herself onto you.
"You're doing it all wrong," she huffs, pouting slightly before you can even get a word in.
"What?"
"You're kissing all wrong! You're as stiff as a board, and your hands are at your sides!"
"Wha-well then what should I be doing?" you sputter, clearly confused by her outburst, and still not yet recovered from that first kiss. Misa groans and tilts her head back before she lets out a deep sigh.
"Here." She takes your hands in hers and guides them over to the slight dip in her waist. "You're supposed to keep your hands here," she instructs sharply. "And stop being so stiff! Move your mouth, your hands. Be human." You nod.
"Human, yeah. Got it," you mutter out, still a bit dazed from earlier. You swallow down the dryness in your throat as you gently trace your hands up and down Misa's waist.
"Now, try it again," she sighs, clearly exasperated with the fact that she seemingly had to teach you how to kiss properly. Her lips are on yours before you get the chance to say anything else. You do as she instructed, moving your mouth against hers like some form of ballroom dance. You gently trail your hands along her waist, down to her sides, and back up again, mindlessly running your hands where they please as you kiss. Misa sighs, this time with content, before she pulls away again. "Better." She grins before pulling you back into another kiss.
♱ Touta Matsuda ♱
Matsuda is visibly nervous. His hands are shaking so violently you think that they'll tear off at the wrist.
"Man, I shouldn't have agreed to play," he mumbles underneath his breath. He hasn't looked up at you once since the doors closed on you two, but you can't really blame him.
"Hey, it's alright." You place a reassuring hand on his arm. "We don't have to do anything in here if you don't want to."
"No, but I-" he cuts himself off. "Sorry! Forget I said anything!" He waves his hands around in that usual, flustered fashion of his.
"What? What's wrong?"
"I-" Matsuda takes a deep breath before speaking again. "I do want to kiss you," he says. "I mean, really want to kiss you. You're-so nice, and good looking, and pretty, and I-"
You cut him off this time, finally bringing your lips to his. He gasps for a moment, eyes flying wide open with shock before he quickly melts against your lips. He instinctively brings his hands to your hips, resting them there comfortably as if this is the most natural thing to him. And, as you continue to kiss him and he continues to meet the movement of your lips, you can't help but think so too.
♱ Teru Mikami ♱
"May I?" he asks, already reaching out one hand towards your face, hovering just above the skin of your cheek. You nod, your body already thrumming with anticipation. "I need verbal confirmation if we are to continue." You smile for a moment before nodding again.
"Yes, Teru. You may kiss me." It's like a switch flips in his brain, and you can see it in the way he both relaxes and tenses all at once. He lets out a shaky breath and takes a step closer to you.
"Oh. Thank you." He shudders as he finally cups one side of your face in his hand. "Thank you," he mutters again. "You're so soft." He seems almost infatuated with you as he reverently rubs his thumb against the skin of your cheek. "I don't deserve to be here, to kiss you," he mumbles. Despite this, he leans in, his lips barely brushing yours. "Forgive me," he says breathlessly before kissing you slow and soft.
Teru moves his mouth against yours slowly, making sure to take his time with you. He kisses you like he's at an altar, or a temple. He treats every inch of you as holy as one hand cups your face, and the other gently holds onto your hip. He doesn't change the pace, doesn't try to speed up or get rougher with you as time passes and the kiss goes on. He's content with this, with you. You can feel it in the shaky breaths he intakes from his nose, and the slight tremors throughout his body that he's been trying to contain as he focuses more on kissing you. At this rate, you wouldn't be surprised if Teru didn't hear anyone opening the door to tell you two that seven minutes are up.
♱ Mello ♱
"I always thought this game was stupid," Mello scoffs. He doesn't try to breach your established side of the closet. He presses his back to his side, keeping his distance.
"Why is that?" you ask, taking a step forward towards him. He shoots you a look, but not one that holds any aggression in it. Just slight irritation.
"It's idiotic, that's why," he huffs. You can see his shoulders tense just slightly. "It's so illogical that there's no reasonable explanation for its continued existence," he scoffs. "Who wants to be locked up in a cramped space with someone for seven minutes under the guise that you either kiss or have sex?"
"You're such a pessimist," you muse, chuckling slightly. "You're getting so worked up over it too. It's just a game, Mello. It's supposed to be fun, there's nothing serious about it."
"I still think it's stupid."
"We'll see how long that lasts." You grin and take another step forward, finally stepping into his established side of the closet.
You're closer now. Much closer than you were just a second ago. You're not sure if the pounding in your ears is coming from your own pulse or Mello's, but you honestly can't find it in you to care. Even in the dim light of the closet, you can see Mello's cheeks dusting pink. You smirk at him, tilting your head to one side before opening your mouth to make a smart remark, but Mello is quicker. So much quicker.
He shoves you back against your side of the closet, your back hitting the wall as Mello hovers over you, completely caging you in. Your breath hitches in your throat before he smashes his lips against yours. It's hard and rough, all clumsy teeth and tongue. You're not sure if the wetness in your mouth is from blood, saliva, or Mello's tongue, but God you couldn't care less at this point. He's so rough it hurts to breathe as his hands grip your hips in a bruising hold, as if he's simultaneously trying to ground himself in this moment, and keep you remembering this moment for as long as those bruises stain your hips.
He finally pulls way, his face flushed and lips swollen with your shared kiss. You can hardly catch your breath as you pant heavily into the heated air of the closet. You swallow down the dryness in your throat before speaking.
"I thought you said this game was stupid," you tease, panting hard and grinning against his lips.
"Shut up," he snarls. You don't tease him any further. You can't, really. Especially not when he surges forward and claims your lips in another rough kiss.
♱ Matt ♱
Matt's fingers twitch at his sides, itching for something to keep his hands occupied. A cigarette, a console, a lighter, anything. But, in this small closet, there's nothing there. Nothing except you, that is.
"Damn," he mutters to himself. You eye him oddly from your side of the closet. "I, uh, kinda need something to do with my hands right now. Didn't bring my lighter or my Gameboy with me," he elaborates.
"Ah, I see." You continue watching as his hands twitch. He occasionally flicks his thumb against the bottom of his forefinger, mimicking the sound of a lighter flicking. You sigh before taking a step closer to him, deciding to finally put the poor man out of his misery. "Here." You grab his hands and guide them to your hips. You feel Matt's gloved hands twitch as he stares at you, blinking slightly behind his goggles.
"Jesus. You're feeling ballsy today," he mumbles, barely holding back the grin on his lips. Matt finally tightens his hold on your hips, if only a little. He feels more secure now that his hands are occupied, albeit, on your hips whilst the two of you are pressed incredibly close together in this small closet.
"Yeah?" You tilt your head to the side as you look up at him. "Are you feeling ballsy today, Matt?" You grin. His face shifts, now matching yours with an even more mischievous grin.
"Maybe," he hums before leaning down, his lips now just inches away from yours. "Maybe even more so."
You shudder at the newfound proximity before he finally presses his lips to yours. It's slow, but so deep and downright filthy. Matt wastes no time in slipping his tongue into your mouth, moving his lips against yours in the slowest, most erotic way possible. You wonder how he got this good with his mouth until he kisses you deeper and you can taste the faint, lingering taste smoke.
♱ Near ♱
"I don't understand," Near says, staring at you blankly.
"We explained the rules to you already, Near," you huff, chuckling slightly.
"I understand the rules of the game and how it operates," he corrects. "I just don't understand what the purpose of the game is."
"It's fun." You shrug. He continues to stare at you. The slightest flicker of confusion flashes on his face.
"Fun?" he repeats slowly, as if the word is foreign on his tongue.
"Yes," you reply, nodding simply.
"Stacking dice is fun. Playing with my cars and robots is fun. I fail to see how this supposedly meets that same level of enrichment." His words cause you to sigh deeply.
"You're thinking too much about this. Here, let me just-" You slowly and gently cup Near's face in your hands. He tenses just a bit, but says nothing. His gaze never leaves your face.
You carefully bring his lips to yours as you gently brush his cheeks with your thumbs. Near is still so tense, he won't let up. You hum against his lips and tilt your head, changing the angle slightly and continuing to kiss him softly. It's only then that you can feel him slowly begin to melt against your lips. Near's hands stay still at his sides, simply letting you take the lead and not intervening too much, if at all. Once you pull away, he simply stares at you again. This time, however, you can't help but notice the slight shade of pink that dusts his cheeks.
"So?" You grin, tilting your head to the side.
"That was not fun," he replies. Your smile falls a little at that before he speaks up again. "But, it was very pleasant. I would not mind doing it again." Your smile returns as quickly as it left, and your lips are on Near's even quicker.
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⤷ in which . . . you and matt argue about which one of you is better in bed, going so far that one of you suggests putting it to the test.
⤷ warnings . . . very heavy smut, enemies to lovers trope, unprotected sex, making out, cunnilingus, dirty talk, use of pet names, degradation and praise mix, blowjob, handjob, switch!matt, (mostly dom) matt is reallyy cocky, multiple orgasms/rounds, overstimulation, humiliation kink, playful/sexual banter, riding, rough sex, light choking, teasing, missionary, neck kissing/sucking. *everything is done WITH CONSENT*
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*NOT PROOFREAD*
you really didn’t expect to end up in this position. if you were told 10 minutes ago that matthew sturniolo, the boy who you’re supposed to envy, is currently driving his cock into you so hard that it results in your body shaking and sinking into his sheets as he pounds into you mercilessly, along with a multitude of desperate moans escaping through your lips…you’d probably just laugh right in their face.
you wouldn’t have even thought that would become reality.
it started simple. nick had invited you over for a movie night, and you knew you’d have to see matt as well, but your plan tonight was just to ignore him, and focus on having fun and spending time with nick.
unfortunately for you, operation cold-shoulder went south faster than the speed of light, all because nick and chris left you and matt alone together in the house, after they left to go buy snacks for your movie night.
you and matt. alone. together. the perfect recipe for chaos.
you’re sitting on the couch, mindlessly scrolling on your phone, when suddenly you hear a familiar voice break the silence in the house.
“what’re you doing?” matt mutters, entering the living room. his eyes lock with yours, brunette hair swooping effortlessly over them, his hood slightly frizzing up the top. he plops down on the couch, just a few feet away from you, but still keeping his distance.
“nothing that concerns you.” you mumble almost incoherently back, not even daring to bat an eye at him. you can’t deny how attractive matt is, no matter how much you claim to hate his guts. you wish you could think otherwise—but it’s just not possible. you’d never admit any of this to his face, though.
matt lets out a quiet huff at your response, leaning back against the couch cushions like he’s settling in for something.“good to know you’re still as pleasant as ever,” he mutters.
you roll your eyes, finally glancing at him for half a second before looking back at your phone. “good to know you’re still as annoying as ever.”
“annoying?” he repeats, brows lifting slightly. “that’s the best insult you’ve got tonight?”
you sigh and put your phone down, finally glancing at him. “don’t you have anything better to do? i mean, it’s friday night.”
“what are you implying?” matt smirks, raising an eyebrow at you.
you lean back into the couch cushions, crossing your arms. “i’m implying that you’re usually out with some girl right now. isn’t that like…your weekly routine?”
his expression shifts into something amused, almost lazy. “wow. someone’s been keeping track.”
“please,” you scoff. “you make it hard not to notice. there’s a new girl practically every week.”
matt tilts his head slightly, studying you now instead of looking annoyed like you expected. “and that bothers you…why?”
“it doesn’t bother me,” you snap quickly.
“sounds like it does.”
you roll your eyes dramatically. “i just think it’s funny.”
“funny?”
“yeah,” you shrug. “the way you walk around acting like god’s gift to women.” a quiet laugh leaves his mouth. not offended. entertained.
“you think that’s what i do?”
“don’t you?” you shoot back. “you’re the one who goes out with a different girl every night.”
he leans forward slightly, elbows resting on his knees now, his gaze fixed on you. “and what exactly do you think happens on those nights?” he asks, voice calmer than before.
you shrug again, trying to look uninterested even though his attention suddenly feels a little too intense. “i don’t know,” you say. “i assume you’re doing what every other guy like you does.”
“a guy like me?” he repeats.
“yeah. cocky. full of himself. thinks he’s amazing in bed because a few girls told him he was.”
“a few?” he echoes.
you wave a hand dismissively. “whatever.”
for a moment he just stares at you, like he’s trying to figure out if you’re serious. then he lets out a quiet laugh and leans back again. “you’ve got a lot of opinions for someone who has no idea what she’s talking about.”
your eyes narrow immediately. “oh really?”
“really,” he says simply.
“so what, you’re actually good in bed?” you challenge.
“never said that.”
“you didn’t have to.”
he shrugs. “but if you’re curious, yeah. i’d say so.”
your stomach flips at the bluntness of it, but you refuse to let him see that. instead you scoff. “sure you are.”
his eyes flick back to yours instantly. “you don’t believe me?”
“not really,” you say flatly.
he leans forward again, slower this time.
“why not?”
“because guys like you always exaggerate,” you reply. “it’s basically a personality trait.”
his jaw tightens slightly. “guys like me.”
“yeah.”
there’s a beat of silence. then he speaks again, quieter now.“you don’t know anything about me, sweetheart.”
you laugh dryly. “i know enough.”
“do you?”
“yeah,” you say. “i know you think you’re amazing at everything.”
he tilts his head. “not everything.”
“oh please.”
“but i am pretty confident in that department,” he says calmly.
you roll your eyes again. “of course you are.” another pause settles between you, the air suddenly heavier than it was before. matt studies your face for a second longer before speaking. “you’re acting like you know better.”
“maybe i do.”
his brows lift slightly. “you do?”
“maybe,” you repeat.
he leans a little closer now, close enough that the teasing edge in his voice feels different. more serious. “so you think you’d be better?”
the question catches you off guard. “that’s not what i said.”
“sounds like it.” his lips press together like he’s trying not to smile.
“so then prove me wrong,” you challenge suddenly. the words come out before you can stop them. shit, you knew he wasn’t going to back down.
his eyes sharpen instantly. “prove you wrong.”
“yeah,” you say, trying to sound unfazed even though your heart just sped up.
“how exactly do you expect me to do that?”
you shrug, attempting to play it off. “i don’t know. seems like you’re the expert.” for a second he just stares at you. really stares. then he leans back against the couch again, slow and deliberate. a small smirk appears on his face.
“careful,” he says quietly. his eyes meet yours again. “you might end up regretting that challenge.”
you raise your chin slightly. “doubt it.”
the smirk widens just a little. the room suddenly feels smaller. your pulse pounds in your ears. still, you hold his gaze.
“alright then,” matt starts, shifting closer to you on the couch. oh my god, was the only thought repeating like a broken record in your head in that moment. “i’ll prove you wrong.” he murmurs, confidence creeping through his voice, and the determined glint in his eyes.
you’ve just entered yourself in a game you’ve never played before, a fire you can’t put out, a wave you’ve never surfed. and yet, you’re determined to remain unfazed. although, it doesn’t seem to last for long.
before you can react, matt’s hand moves to your waist and he pulls you up from the couch. the movement is sudden enough that you stumble slightly into him. “matt—”
“relax,” he mutters, already guiding you toward the hallway.
“where are we going?”
he glances back over his shoulder. “somewhere with less distractions.” your stomach flips when you realize where he’s leading you.
his room.
“what if nick and chris come back?” you ask, even though you don’t pull away.
“they won’t be back yet,” matt says simply.
you’re not sure how he knows that, but the calm certainty in his voice makes it hard to argue. he pushes the door open and steps inside, pulling you with him before shutting it behind you.
you don’t even have time to process his movements before his hands are on you again. they roam your body adventurously as his lips suddenly crash onto yours, moving with a passion you didn’t even know he had.
you gasp into his mouth as he backs you up against his bed, laying you down swiftly, his lips not once leaving yours. your tongues begin to clash, you feel his hand travel up to the side of your neck, a small groan leaving his mouth as he intensifies the kiss, tilting his head for more access.
he begins pecking light kisses down your neck, occasionally stopping in one spot to suck on your skin, making his mark. he lifts his head, hovering over you as you lay beneath him, completely at his mercy.
“last chance,” matt taunts. “last chance to back out, or just give up now.” he smirks, and gosh—his cockiness makes your stomach twist.
“i’m not backing out.” you huff, which only makes him snicker.
“yeah? y’scared i’m gonna be better?” he teases you once more, already beginning to slide his hoodie and undershirt off, leaving him completely shirtless above you.
“oh please matt, you’re not gonna make me feel shit,” you laugh, almost humorlessly. “i’m only doing this so you feel humbled.” you fire back at him.
although, you both know that’s far from the truth. you’re already doubting your own words, feeling the weight of the contradiction that’s about to occur.
“you really don’t know when to quit, do you?” matt murmurs, kneeling in between your legs, as you lay your head on his pillow, looking up at him. “you’re confident, i like it,” he smiles, hands sliding to the hem of your pants, toying with it in a teasing manner. “but your body betrays you, love.” he whispers wickedly. you hate how soaked his words make you, how much he has you wrapped around his finger.
matt begins undressing you completely, throwing your clothes aside carelessly. he suddenly parts your legs, his head dipping down between them. “fuckin’ soaked, i knew it.” he chuckles, kissing your inner thighs.
and before you know it, his tongue delves straight into your soaked cunt, your body jolts in surprise. he finds your clit, sucking on it like there’s no tomorrow, getting lost in your wetness. you feel his stubble scratching lightly against your thighs as he works his mouth against your pussy, flicking his tongue with expertise, hitting the perfect spots.
you can’t keep your stubborn act on for much longer, your hand flies to your mouth to prevent your moans from slipping out. as much as you wanted this, you knew that he wouldn’t shut up about getting an authentic reaction from you.
but, you just can’t hold it in.
“oh—oh fuck—matt!” you whimper as his tongue moves faster. his thumb finds your clit, he begins circling it as his mouth continues to move against you. you feel him laugh quietly against your pussy, the vibrations of it adding to the pleasure.
he was just waiting for you to fall apart for him.
you gasp as your orgasm hits you harder than you expect, you release all over matt’s face, still buried in you. matt groans, licking and devouring every last drop of your release, before lifting his head, a cocky smirk planted on his face.
“still think i’m an amateur?” matt looks down at you, catching your breath.
“fuck you.” you breathe out, that only makes matt smile more.
you suddenly sit up, pushing matt down onto the same spot you were laying. he looks at you with anticipation, and even a bit of amusement.
“this’ll be fun to witness.” he says, laying on his back, waiting for you to make your move. you ignore his comment and undo his belt hastily, shoving his jeans down and pulling them off.
his bulge is visible through his boxers, it’s as tempting as ever. he catches you staring, and sits up on his elbows slightly. “like what you see?”
“just—shut up.” you roll your eyes, pushing him back down and slowly peeling his boxers back, pulling them down his ankles. his cock springs out, and you don’t hesitate to wrap your hand around his length, stroking his tip teasingly, before attaching your lips to it.
matt hisses and you continue stroking him, your tongue simultaneously stimulating his tip. “fuck,” he groans desperately, chest rising and falling quicker he’d ever care to admit.
you suddenly back away, removing your hands and mouth from him completely. “wha—“ matt starts, he’s quickly interrupted by you climbing onto his lap, suddenly sinking down onto him, his cock now buried deep inside you. you both moan and react to the stretch, your hips begin to move slightly.
“shit, sweetheart.” matt lets out a needy sound, one hand traveling to your hip, guiding your movement, the other going to your face, his thumb tracing your bottom lip. “suuuchh a fuckin’ good girl…makin’ me feel so good…” he praises breathlessly.
another desperate moan escapes your mouth, you throw your head back in pleasure and ride him faster, eager to reach your climax. his hand goes down to your throat as your head tilts back, your tits bounce as you move quicker against his cock.
it feels euphoric—his cock inside of you. those were words you never thought you’d even formulate in your mind.
“tired already?” matt chuckles as your movements slow down. you roll your eyes and huff at his taunting.
“matt!” you gasp as he grabs your hips and flips you over onto your back, positioning himself on top of you, and once again—driving his cock into you almost immediately. “oh—fuck—matt, right there!” you whimper out. matt’s hips move with precision, but his thrusts grow faster with every passing moment.
“shiitt—takin’ me so good baby,” matt whispers. you can tell he’s also getting close. “what happened to all that confidence before, hm? nothing to say now, huh?” he says, watching as he practically fucks you dumb.
not long after, he cums inside of you with a long groan, triggering your orgasm as well. he eases out of you after a few seconds, collapsing on the bed beside you.
“so,” he huffs, catching his breath. “who won?”
“i think…i think it’s a tie…” you wipe sweat from your forehead, turning in bed to face him. matt locks eyes with you once again.
“guess we’ll need a tiebreaker then, yeah?” he smirks. you roll your eyes playfully and let out a laugh.
Summary: you and Matt were having an intense make out session, when you were interrupted.
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You and Matt were tangled up together under the covers, his arms wrapped around you tightly watching a movie. Your legs were intertwined, your forehead resting on his chest, you could hear his heart beating fast.
You glanced up at Matt, lifting your head off his chest.
“I love you” you said, eyes full of love.
“I love you too, baby” he gently smiled back.
You leaned up to kiss him, slow and deliberate. Your hands brushing against his jaw to cup the side of his face.
You felt his one hand fall on the small of your back, pulling you in closer. He was kissing you like he had all the time in the world.
What started as soft quickly turned into something deeper, more urgent. Your tongues dancing together. Your bodies already knew what they wanted.
Matt broke the kiss just barely, breathless, his eyes locked on yours as he peeled off his shirt throwing it to the floor.
He then had his lips trailing along your jaw and down to the curve of your neck, kissing you there with a quiet urgency. He loved watching you react to every single touch.
A soft moan escaped your lips as his mouth found that one spot on your neck, the one that always made your breath hitch.
You moved Matt away gently, then climbed up, straddling him, placing your knees on either side of him.
You began to move your hips slowly, the gentle friction sending sparks through your body, as you leaned down capturing his lips in a deep hungry kiss.
His hand grabbed the back of your neck, gripping it firmly, and the other hand clenching your hips to help you grind harder and faster.
“Fuck- Matt” you whined.
A deep husky sound rumbled through his throat against your lips.
*knock knock knock*
You both pulled away from the kiss fast, and you pulled yourself off of him, heart pounding as you heard the urgent sound of knocking at Matt’s bedroom door.
“Yes?” Matt yelled across the room.
Chris’s voice came through, firm and demanding, “open up!”
“Aw fuck, sorry baby” Matt whispered in your ear, letting out a huff as he leaned down and grabbed his shirt off the ground, throwing it over his body.
Matt walked over to the door, and opened it slowly. Chris sticks his phone in Matt’s face.
“Look what Nick just sent me” Chris said laughing, showing Matt a meme.
