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You’d been on the road with the triplets for weeks, long days, packed venues, endless inside jokes. Somewhere along the way, you and Matt had built your own rhythm: teasing each other constantly, pretending the spark between you didn’t exist.

When the guys decided to settle tonight's room situation with a game of rock-paper-scissors, you lost, or won, depending on how you looked at it. You and Matt were roommates for the night, but more than just that… you were sharing a bed.

“Don’t look too excited,” Matt teased as he disappeared into the room’s only bathroom.

The sound of running water filled the hotel room. You tried to focus on your phone, but your mind wandered, it had started doing it since the teasing had started to seem like more.

Then the door opened.

Matt stepped out with a towel hung low on his hips, water dripping from his hair and tattoos catching the dim light. You pretended to scroll through something on your screen, but your heart was beating way too fast for that to be believable.

“Cover your eyes, perv,” he said with a grin.

Rolling your eyes, you turned your head away. “Relax, superstar. No one’s trying to sneak a peek at your…”

The sound of the towel hitting the floor cut you off.

“...ego,” you finished weakly.

He laughed, slipping into grey sweatpants and climbing into the other side of the bed. “Sure thing.”

Once again you both fell into that simple rhythm, the two of you talking about the tour, about Nick’s terrible taste in snacks, about how Chris somehow always managed to lose his socks every show. It was easy. It was always easy with him. But there was something in the air tonight, quieter, heavier. His voice was softer when he spoke, his jokes lingered just a bit longer before fading into comfortable silence.

Matt leaned over you grabbing the remote, his body brushing yours making your swallow a whimper. He flicked through before stopping on a random comedy, the kind with bad jokes and fake laughter, he threw the remote aside and flopped back onto the bed beside you. 

You tried to focus on the screen, but every time he laughed, your eyes flicked to him instead. His smile, those lips, the way his body moved when he laughed was all the more distracting than a movie.

After a few minutes, he caught you staring. “You’re supposed to watch the movie, not me,” he said, smirking, his hand reaching out to turn your head to the TV.

Your breath caught at his touch, pulse jumping. You knew you shouldn't read into it, Matt was always tactile with his friends, playful and easy-going. But lately, there has been a shift in his demeanor around just you. A certain heat in his gaze, a lingering energy that sent sparks through you...

"I am, shut up," you mumbled, turning your attention back to the movie. But your eyes kept darting to the side, stealing glances at his profile. The strong line of his jaw, the way his wet hair curled at the nape of his neck... Your mind conjured up images of that hair brushing against your neck as he buried his head there, hard thrusts of his cock making you scream...

The ringing of his phone startled you out of your reverie. Matt glanced at the screen and sighed, pushing himself up with a groan. "Sorry, I gotta take this. It's Nick." He rolled out of bed, stretching his lithe form in a way that made your mouth water.

You nodded mutely, biting your lip as you watched him saunter out of the room. The moment the door clicked shut behind him, you were like a woman possessed, you grabbed his pillow, breathing in his scent - sweet like cherries and something uniquely him. Your core clenched, your panties becoming soaked.

Before you knew what you were doing, you yanked your shorts and panties off and threw them to the floor, shoving his pillow between your thighs, your clit gliding against it with the perfect friction. You stifled a moan, hips rolling against his pillow as you pictured Matt under you, those blue eyes blazing with lust as he hit that perfect spot in you again and again.

You were so lost in the delicate pleasure his pillow created that you didn’t notice the quiet of Matt's footsteps on the carpet in the hallway or the soft creak of the door opening. Matt stopped in the doorway, frozen, eyes wide with disbelief as he took in the scene before him. 

You threw your head back, naked form moving hypnotically, your thighs trembling with every roll of your hips, the pillow bunching under your fists. He felt his cock twitch in his pants, his pulse racing as he realized what you were doing.

With a soft groan, he palmed himself, his fingers tracing the outline of his hardening length through the fabric. The sight of you, lost in pleasure, using his pillow as a substitute for him, was the most erotic thing he’d ever witnessed. He leaned against the doorframe, his hand sliding into his sweats to grip his throbbing cock. His fingers tightened around his shaft, his breath hitching as he watched you arch your back, your moans filling the air.

You imagined it was Matt’s cock sliding into you, filling you, stretching you. You quickened your pace, your hips moving faster, falling forward, your hands clawing at the sheets. Matt matched your rhythm with his hand, stroking himself in time with your movements. The slick sounds of your arousal and his groans filled the room, a symphony of lust. His hand moved faster, his breath becoming ragged little gasps as he watched your bare skin moving against his pillow with a sensual cadence. His cock throbbed in his hand, pre-cum leaking onto his fingers as he stroked himself harder and faster. The way your hips rolled against the pillow mimicked riding him perfectly—and it was driving him wild with desire. Matt decided he’d had enough of the one person show and wanted to be more involved. With one sharp movement, he pushed off the doorframe and swung the door open.

You were so close, so fucking close, when the sound of it startled you. You froze, eyes going wide as Matt walked in, cock already hard and glistening in the low light. He took one look at you and smirked.

"What the actual fuck are you doing?" he growls, stalking closer like a predator zeroing in on its prey. "Little miss perfect fucking herself on my pillow?” His hand lunging at your throat, “Fuck that’s hot."

You whimpered, squirming where you lay as he loomed over you. "M-Matt, I... I wasn't... I mean..."

He cut off your stammered protest with a kiss, harsh and demanding, his hand tightening it’s grip. His tongue plundered your mouth, stealing your breath and replacing it with the taste of him. You melted beneath him, back arching as his hands roamed your body possessively.

"Fucking love how responsive you are," he groaned against your lips. "So eager for my touch." He wedged a knee between your thighs, pressing up against your aching core. You cried out, hips bucking into him desperately.

“Not yet princess. I want to watch you do exactly what you did before I walked in.” Matt reached over grabbing the forgotten object of your affection, in one fluid motion the pillow with the dark wet spot was in between the two of you. Wedging Matt further away from where you wanted him. To your surprise Matt slowly leaned over you to slide off the bed. This time his body movement was slower, like he knew you were watching him closer. Just as he thought, you watched his every move deliberately, waiting to see if he was genuinely upset he caught you on his pillow. He calmly walked over and sat down in the chair in the corner of the room.

Your chest was rising and falling quickly as you tried not to let him see your nerves from his unstated actions. It wasn’t until his eyes flicked up to yours, cock in his hand, slowly starting to stroke himself up and down in a way that almost teased himself too that you knew what he was waiting for.

"Go on, baby. Ride my pillow like the desperate slut you are, give me a proper show."

His hand moved slowly along his shaft as he watched you intently. His expression was a mix of hunger and amusement, clearly enjoying the power he had over you. He wanted to see how far you'd go now knowing he was watching every move.

He spread his legs wider, giving you a better view of his hand working his cock. "Come on, princess. Show me how bad you want it. How bad you want me." His voice was a low growl, challenging you. You looked at him slightly confused. "Use the pillow like you were using it before. Ride it like it's my fucking dick."

He watched as you slowly reached out and grabbed the pillow, pulling it towards you. He could see the slight flush creeping up your neck and cheeks, knowing that despite the embarrassment, you were turned on. "That's it," he urged, his hand moving faster on his own erection. 

As you began to grind against the pillow, he moaned softly, his eyes locked onto the sight of you riding it, not secretly. The wet spot grew larger, spreading out as you soaked the fabric with your arousal. "Fuck, look at you," he groaned.

The sight of him touching himself while watching you made you whine, your hips bucking involuntarily against the pillow beneath you. "That's it, baby. Keep going," he encouraged, his hand moving faster along his length. "Look how fucking wet you're making my pillow. Such a good girl for me."

You couldn't stop yourself, grinding harder against the fabric, chasing that release you desperately needed. Your eyes stayed locked on his hand working his cock, imagining it was him beneath you instead of the pillow. The friction was perfect, hitting your clit just right with every roll of your hips. "Matt," you whimpered, your movements becoming more frantic.

"Yeah, that's right. Say my name while you fuck my pillow," he growled, his own breathing getting heavier. "Show me how you're gonna ride my cock.

The combination of his words, the sight of him stroking himself, and the pressure against your sensitive clit pushed you closer and closer to the edge. Your thighs trembled as you ground down harder, your arousal soaking through the pillowcase completely.

"Fuck, you're so hot like this," Matt groaned, his hand moving faster. "Come on, princess. Cum for me. Let me see you fall apart."

His words were your undoing. Your orgasm crashed over you in waves, your body shaking as you cried out his name. Your hips jerked against the pillow as pleasure flooded through you, your pussy clenching around nothing.

Before you could fully come down from your high, Matt was moving. He crossed the room in two strides, his hand tangling in your hair and pulling you toward him. Your scalp tingled from the firm grip as he positioned you right in front of his hard cock.

"Open up, princess," he commanded, his voice rough with need.

Your lips parted automatically, and he didn't waste any time shoving his cock into your mouth. The taste of him flooded your senses as he pushed deeper, making you gag slightly before you adjusted. His hand tightened in your hair, controlling your movements as he began to fuck your mouth.

"That's it, take it," he groaned, his hips thrusting forward chasing his own release. "Such a good little slut for me."

But he wasn't done with the pillow yet. His free hand grabbed your hip, guiding you back down onto it. "Come on, baby, don't stop moving that sweet pussy on my pillow," he ordered, his cock still buried in your mouth. "Keep riding it while you suck my dick."

You moaned around him, the vibrations making him curse under his breath. Your hips started moving again, grinding against the soaked pillow even though you were still sensitive from your orgasm. The dual sensations of his cock in your mouth and the pressure against your clit were overwhelming.

"Fuck, yes," Matt groaned, watching you work both the pillow and his cock. "Look at you, so desperate for it. You love this, don't you? Love being my good girl huh?"

You could only whimper in response, your jaw stretched wide around him as he continued to thrust into your mouth. Tears dripped down your cheeks as he fucked your face, his grip on your hair keeping you exactly where he wanted you.

After a few more minutes of using your mouth, he suddenly pulled you off with a wet pop. Before you could catch your breath, his hand wrapped around your neck and he crashed his lips against yours in a bruising kiss. His tongue invaded your mouth, tasting himself on you as he pushed you backward onto the bed.

You whined when he removed the pillow from beneath you, missing the pressure immediately. But Matt just smirked against your lips knowing he had something you’d like more, his hand tightening slightly around your throat as he deepened the kiss.

"Don't worry, baby," he murmured against your mouth. "I'm gonna give you something so much better." His hand gripped your hips.

He began kissing and feeling his way over your body, his teeth scraping against your skin as he went. He bit down on your collarbone, then your breast, leaving marks that would definitely be visible tomorrow. You gasped and arched into him, your hands tangling in his hair.

Matt’s hands continued the path downward. When he reached your thighs, he spread them wide, biting down on the sensitive inner flesh hard enough to make you cry out, smoothing it over with his hand. His fingers ghosting over your soaked core.

"Matt, please," you begged, your hips trying to lift toward his hand.

"Please what?" he teased, biting your other thigh. "Use your words, princess."

"Please, I need you," you whimpered.

"Stay still," he ordered, his grip on your hips tightening. "Let me feel how wet you are for me."

His fingers dragged through your folds, gathering your arousal. You tried to obey, but it was nearly impossible when he circled your clit with his thumb, his other fingers teasing your entrance.

"Fuck, you're soaked," he groaned, sliding two fingers inside you without warning. You cried out at the intrusion, your back arching off the bed as he immediately curled them to hit that perfect spot inside you.

"Fuck Matt, I'm gonna—" you couldn't even finish the sentence as he began pumping his fingers in and out, his thumb still working your clit in tight circles. He added a third finger, stretching you tenderly as he fucked you with his hand.

"That's it, princess. Cum on my fingers," he commanded, his pace relentless. "Let me feel this tight pussy squeeze me."

Your second orgasm crashed over you hard, your thighs trying to close but his hand on your hip kept them spread wide as he worked you through it. His fingers didn't let up until you were shaking and oversensitive, your pussy clenching around them.

"Fuck, you taste so good," he said, his eyes dark with lust.

Before you could respond, he was kissing his way back up your body, leaving more bites and marks along the way. When he reached your neck, he bit down hard on the sensitive skin there, making you gasp. At the same time, you felt the head of his cock pressing against your entrance.

"Ready for me, baby?" he asked, his voice strained with the effort of holding back.

"Yes," you gasped. "Please, Matt, I need you inside me."

He pushed in slowly, inch by inch, stretching you even more than his fingers had. The burn was intense but inviting, and you wrapped your legs around his waist, trying to pull him deeper.

"Fuck, you're so tight," Matt groaned, his forehead pressed against yours as he bottomed out inside you. "Feel so fucking good wrapped around my cock."

He gave you a moment to adjust before he started moving, pulling almost all the way out before thrusting back in hard. The angle was perfect, hitting that spot inside you that made you see stars with every thrust.

"Matt," you moaned, your nails digging into his shoulders. "Fuck, you feel so good. So deep."

"Yeah?" he asked, his pace increasing. "You like feeling my cock deep inside you? Like being stretched around me?"

"Yes," you gasped, your head falling back against the pillow. "Love it. Love your cock."

He fucked you harder, his hand coming up to wrap around your throat again as he watched your face contort in pleasure. "Look at me," he demanded. "Want to see those pretty eyes while I fuck you."

You forced your eyes open, meeting his intense gaze. The intimacy of it combined with the rough way he was taking you made your head spin. His thumb pressed against your pulse point, feeling how fast your heart was racing.

"That's it," he groaned, his pace becoming brutal. "Take my cock like a good girl. Let me hear you scream my name."

The pressure on your throat, the way he was pounding into you, the intensity in his eyes—it was all too much. You could feel another orgasm building, impossibly soon after the last one.

"Matt, I'm gonna—" you tried to warn him, but he cut you off with a hard thrust that made you cry out.

"Not yet," he commanded, his grip on your throat tightening slightly. "You don't cum until I say so. Understand?"

You whimpered, your body trembling with the effort of holding back. It was torture, being so close but not being allowed to fall over the edge. Every thrust pushed you closer, making it harder to obey.

"Please," you begged, tears forming in your eyes from the intensity. "Please, Matt, I need to cum. I can't hold it."

"Yes you can," he said firmly, though his own breathing was ragged. "Be my good girl and wait for me."

He fucked you harder, deeper, his cock hitting that perfect spot with every thrust. Your pussy clenched around him, trying to pull him deeper, and you could feel him throbbing inside you.

"Fuck, you feel so good," Matt groaned, his rhythm starting to falter. "So tight and wet. Gonna make me cum, baby."

"Please," you whimpered again. "Please let me cum. I need it so bad."

"Alright, princess," he said, his hand moving from your throat to your clit, rubbing tight circles. "Cum all over my cock."

With his permission granted, your orgasm crashed over you like a tidal wave. Your pussy clenched around him rhythmically as pleasure flooded through you, so intense you saw stars. You screamed his name, your nails raking down his back as your body shook beneath him.

Matt fucked you through it, prolonging your pleasure until you were oversensitive and trembling. When you finally came down, he was still hard inside you, still moving with that same relentless pace.

"Matt," you whimpered, overstimulated but not wanting him to stop.

"I know, baby," he soothed, pressing kisses to your face. "Just a little more. You can take it."

After several minutes of the relentless pace, he suddenly pulled out, making you whine at the loss. "Get on top," he ordered, flipping onto his back. "Go on, baby, ride me like you did my pillow."

You scrambled to straddle him, sinking down onto his cock with a moan. Your thighs were already shaking from exhaustion, but you started to move, rolling your hips the same way you had on the pillow.

"That's it," Matt encouraged, his hands gripping your hips. "Fuck, you look so good riding my cock. So much better than the pillow, isn't it?"

"So much better," you agreed breathlessly, your pace quickening. You braced your hands on his chest, using the leverage to bounce on him harder.

But after a few minutes, your legs were burning and your movements became sloppy. Matt noticed immediately, his grip on your hips tightening. "Getting tired, baby? Let me help you."

He planted his feet on the bed and began thrusting up into you hard, taking over completely. The new angle had you crying out, your body going limp as he fucked up into you relentlessly. His cock hit deep, so deep you could feel him in your stomach.

"Matt, fuck, I can't—" you gasped, overwhelmed by the sensation.

"Yes you can," he growled, flipping you over suddenly so you were on your back again. He hooked your legs over his shoulders, folding you nearly in half as he began to pound into you even harder than before.

The new position had him hitting impossibly deep, and you could feel another orgasm building despite how sensitive you were. His hand found your clit, rubbing tight circles that had you screaming his name again.

"Gonna cum inside this tight pussy," Matt groaned, his rhythm becoming erratic. "Gonna fill you up so good, princess. You want that? Want me to cum inside you?"

"Please," you begged, your nails raking down his arms. "Please, Matt, I need it."

A few more hard thrusts and he was groaning your name, his cock pulsing as he came deep inside you. The feeling of him filling you triggered your own orgasm, your pussy clenching around him as waves of pleasure washed over you.

Matt collapsed on top of you, both of you breathing hard and covered in sweat. After a moment, he carefully pulled out and rolled to the side, immediately pulling you into his arms.

You curled into his chest, your body still trembling with aftershocks. His hand ran up and down your back soothingly as you both came down from the high.

"That was..." you started, not even sure how to finish the sentence.

"Yeah," Matt agreed, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. "That was fucking incredible."

You lay in comfortable silence for a few minutes before Matt spoke again, his voice softer than before. "So... we should probably talk about this."

Your heart skipped a beat. "Talk about what?"

"About us," he said, tilting your chin up so you were looking at him. "Because I don't want this to be just a one-time thing. I don't want to go back to just being friends after this."

"You don't?" you asked, hope blooming in your chest.

"No," he said firmly. "I've wanted you for so long, and now that I've had you, I'm not letting you go. If you want this too, I mean, want to be more than friends."

A smile spread across your face. "I want that. I've wanted that for a while now, actually."

"Yeah?" Matt grinned, looking relieved. "Good. Because I'm pretty sure Chris and Nick are going to lose their minds when they find out, but I don't care. You're mine now."

"Yours," you agreed, snuggling closer to him.

He kissed you softly, so different from the rough, demanding kisses from earlier. This one was tender, full of promise for what was to come.

"We should probably clean up," you murmured against his lips, feeling his cum starting to leak out of you.

"In a minute," Matt said, tightening his arms around you. "Just want to hold you for a bit longer."

You didn't argue, content to stay wrapped up in his arms, feeling safe and wanted and completely satisfied.

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The camera light blinked red as Chris adjusted the angle one more time, as you tried to keep your breathing steady from your spot on the couch, just outside the frame. Matt sat in the center of their living room wearing that ridiculous Santa costume—the red velvet suit, the white trim, the belt, the fucking hat—and you couldn't stop staring.

"Alright, alright," Nick was saying, holding up a wrapped gift with a bright red bow. "Matt, this one's for you from Chris."

Matt grinned as he reached for the present, adjusting his Santa hat. "Ho ho ho! Let's see what we have here!" He shook the box near his ear, staying in character. "Hmm, have you been good this year, Chris? Santa's checking his list twice, you know."

Chris burst out laughing. "Dude, just open it."

"You're so weird," Nick chimed in, though he was grinning as he filmed on his phone for behind-the-scenes content.

Matt rolled his eyes, as he tore into the wrapping paper. It was just some fun—just Matt being goofy, playing up the Santa bit for the video. But you bit down hard on your bottom lip anyway. The costume shouldn't have been hot. It was cheap, probably ordered from Amazon. But something about seeing Matt in that authoritative red suit, talking about naughty and nice...

Fuck.

You shifted on the couch, pressing your thighs together hard, trying to focus on anything else. But every time he fixed that stupid hat or adjusted his belt, your mind wandered further into dangerous territory.

What would it feel like to sit on his lap? To have him ask if you'd been naughty or nice? To have him bend you over his knee and—

"You good over there?"

You snapped back to reality to find all three of them looking at you. Chris had paused filming.

"What? Yeah, I'm fine," you said quickly, feeling heat rush to your cheeks.

"You look flushed," Nick observed, narrowing his eyes.

"It's just warm in here," you lied, pulling at the collar of your sweater.

Matt's gaze lingered on you for a moment longer than necessary, something unreadable flickering across his face, before Chris called his attention back to the camera. "Okay, Nick's turn to give Matt a gift!"

They filmed for another twenty minutes, exchanging presents and making jokes. You spent every second of it lost in increasingly filthy fantasies. By the time they wrapped up, you'd made a decision.

If Matt wanted to talk about naughty lists, you'd show him exactly how naughty you could be.

The first opportunity came in the kitchen an hour later. The triplets had ordered pizza, and you'd volunteered to grab plates from the bottom cabinet. You glanced over your shoulder—Matt was leaning against the counter, scrolling through his phone. Perfect.

You made your move, bending at the waist instead of crouching, letting your shorts move obscenely high on your ass. You took your time reaching for the plates, arching your back just a little more than necessary.

The sudden silence behind you was deafening. You heard his phone hit the counter, heard the sharp intake of breath. When you glanced back, his knuckles were white where he gripped the edge of the granite, his eyes locked on your ass with an intensity that made your pussy clench.

"Need help?" His voice came out rough, strained.

"Nope, I got it," you said sweetly, straightening up slowly—making sure he got the full view—and turning to face him with innocent eyes. You could see the slight bulge in his sweatpants that hadn't been there a minute ago. His hand moved subtly to adjust himself, and the gesture sent a thrill straight through you.

"Okay." The word came out clipped, controlled. But his eyes were tracking your every movement as you walked past him, close enough that your arm brushed his chest.

Round two came during the movie. They'd put on some action film you weren't paying attention to. You waited, patient, letting him relax into the cushions before making your move.

Halfway through, you shifted your position with a soft sigh, swinging your legs across him and perching yourself in his lap. His whole body went rigid. "Comfortable?" he asked, his voice carefully neutral, but his hand came to rest on your thigh—hot and heavy.

"Very," you purred, and then you rolled your hips. Just once, slow and deliberate, grinding your ass down against him.

His fingers dug into your thigh hard enough to bruise, and you felt it—the twitch of his cock beneath you, still slightly hard from your earlier teasing. His breathing changed, coming faster through his nose.

"Don't," he warned quietly, his voice dropping to something dangerous.

You waited a beat, two, then did it again. This time you really pressed down, rolling your hips in a circle that left no question about what you were doing. You felt him getting harder by the second, his cock pressing against your ass.

His breath came out harsh and hot against your ear. "I said, don't."

But there was heat in his voice now, not just warning. Raw want. His hand had moved from your thigh to your hip, gripping so tight you knew you'd have finger-shaped bruises tomorrow. The thought made you wet.

You shifted again, slower this time, grinding down and forward. His cock was fully hard now, pressing thick and insistent against you through his sweatpants.

His other hand shot to your hip, both hands now holding you in a bruising grip. His mouth came to your ear, his voice barely above a whisper but absolutely lethal. "You're playing a dangerous game."

"I don't know what you mean," you whispered back, all innocent, even as you felt him throb against you.

The growl that rumbled through his chest went straight to your clit. His fingers flex, and for a second you thought he might actually do something right there. But he just held you still, his breathing ragged, his cock hard as steel beneath you.

The look on his face drove you crazy. His eyes were black, pupils blown wide with want. The air between you crackled with tension so thick you could taste it.

You bit your lip and gave him the sweetest smile you could manage, as you watched his chest rise and fall with harsh breaths. A promise. A threat.

You'd pay for this later.

But you couldn't fucking wait.

When you straightened and glanced back, his eyes were black, his jaw clenched so tight you could see the muscle jumping.

"I'm gonna go edit," Nick announced, standing up, breaking you out of your thoughts. "Chris, you coming?"

"Yeah, yeah," Chris said, following him down the hall.

The second they were gone, Matt was on his feet.

"What the fuck are you doing?" His voice was low, steady, but you could hear the edge in it.

You bit your lip, looking up at him through your lashes. "Nothing."

"Bullshit." He stepped closer, crowding you against the couch. "You've been teasing me all fucking day. Bending over, grinding on me in front of my brothers." His hand came up to grip your jaw. "You want to tell me what that's about?"

Your breath caught. This close, you could see how dark his eyes had gotten, could feel the tension radiating off him.

"I don't—"

"Matt! Come here for a sec!" Nick's voice called from down the hall.

"Stay here," he said, his voice rough. "Don't fucking move."

You collapsed back against the wall as he walked away, your heart hammering, thighs clenched together, your whole body aching for him.

Matt found Nick hunched over his laptop, scrubbing through footage from the Santa video.

"What's up?"

"Dude, look at this." Nick turned the screen toward him. "This is so cute."

Matt stepped closer. It was footage from when Chris had briefly moved the camera, accidentally capturing you off-screen.

Matt's breath stopped.

You were staring at him—at Santa Matt—with your bottom lip caught between your teeth, thighs pressed together, and the look on your face was pure hunger.

"I was gonna cut it obviously," Nick said, smiling. "But look how she's looking at you. She's like completely mesmerized." He laughed. "You guys are so cute, it's actually disgusting."

Matt couldn't speak. He just stared at the screen as everything clicked into place.

The costume. The teasing. The grinding.

You'd been turned on all day, desperate for him, trying to provoke him into doing something about it.

"You good?" Nick asked.

"Yeah," Matt said roughly. "Thanks for showing me."

As he walked back to his room, his mind was already racing. If you wanted to be naughty, he was going to treat you as such.

You were on his bed scrolling through your phone when the door opened.

Matt appeared in the doorway wearing the Santa costume, but everything about him was different now. The way he looked at you made your stomach drop and your pussy clench.

He stepped inside and locked the door.

"Matt—"

"Nick showed me the footage." His voice was quiet, controlled, dangerous. "Of you staring at me like a desperate little slut while we filmed."

Heat flooded your face. "I wasn't—"

"Don't lie to me." He crossed the room slowly, predatory, each step deliberate. "I know exactly what you've been doing all day. Teasing me. Grinding that ass on me. Bending over so I could see what's mine." He stopped in front of you, close enough that you had to tilt your head back to meet his eyes. "You wanted my attention? You've got it. Now strip."

Your hands shook as you reached for your sweater.

"Slower," he commanded, his chest rising and falling harder now. "You watched me all day now it's my turn, I want to watch every second of this."

You pulled it off slowly, and his eyes glued to you as more of your skin was revealed. When you reached for your bra, his hand moved to palm himself through the red velvet pants, the outline of his hard cock visible. The clasp came undone and you let the bra fall, exposing your breasts to the cool air and his hungry gaze.

"Fuck," he breathed, his jaw tight. His free hand flexed at his side like he was physically restraining himself from touching you. "Keep going."

You hooked your thumbs into your shorts, pushing them down your hips along with your panties in one slow movement. His breathing got heavier as you stepped out of them, now completely naked before him while he was still fully dressed in that fucking Santa costume.

"Come here."

You walked to him on shaky legs. He reached out and ran his hand down your neck, over your collarbone, then cupped your breast roughly. His thumb brushed over your nipple before he pinched it hard, making you gasp and arch into him.

"All mine," he said, his voice rough with possession. His other hand slid down your stomach, over your hip, then gripped your ass hard enough to bruise. "Turn around. Hands on the bed."

You obeyed, bending over with your hands on the mattress. You heard him step back, felt the weight of his eyes on you.

"Spread your legs wider, I want to see the mess I made."

You did, and the vulnerability of the position made you throb. His hand traced down your spine slowly, almost gently, then gripped your ass again, spreading you open so he could see everything.

"Look at this pretty pussy," he murmured. His fingers slid through your wetness and you whimpered. "Soaked already. You've been wet all day, haven't you? Thinking about me fucking you."

"Yes," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper.

He pushed two fingers inside you without warning and you cried out. "Yes, what?"

"Yes, daddy."

"That's right." He pumped his fingers slowly, tortuously, curling them to hit that spot that made your legs shake. "This is mine. You're mine. Say it."

"I'm yours."

He pulled his fingers out and brought them to your mouth. "Taste yourself. Taste how desperate you are for me."

You opened your mouth and he pushed his fingers in. The taste of yourself on his skin made you moan around them.

"Good girl." He pulled them out and wiped them on your lips. "Now on your knees."

You dropped immediately. He freed his cock, already hard and leaking, and the sight of him made your mouth water.

"Open."

You opened your mouth and he pushed inside without warning, hitting the back of your throat and making you gag. His hand fisted in your hair, holding you in place.

"That's it. Choke on it."

He fucked your mouth brutally, each thrust deliberate and punishing. Tears sprang to your eyes immediately as he hit the back of your throat over and over. You tried to breathe through your nose but he was relentless, his grip on your hair tight enough to sting.

"Look at me," he commanded.

You forced your watering eyes up to meet his. The look on his face—pure dominance—made you moan around his cock.

"Fuck, that's hot." His other hand came to grip your jaw, angling your head exactly how he wanted it. His hips snapped forward harder, faster, using your mouth. "Taking it so well. Such a good little slut."

Your hands gripped his thighs, nails digging in as you struggled to take him. Drool ran down your chin, tears streaked your cheeks, and you'd never felt more used or more turned on.

"That's it, baby. Just like that." His breathing got ragged, his thrusts more erratic. "Gonna cum down your throat. You're gonna swallow every fucking drop, understand?"

You tried to nod, but his grip kept you still. He thrust deep one more time and held you there, your nose pressed against him as he came. You felt his cock pulse as he emptied himself down your throat, the taste of him flooding your senses.

"Swallow," he commanded, his voice strained. "All of it."

You swallowed around him, struggling not to gag, your throat working to take everything he gave you. When you'd swallowed it all, he slowly pulled out, his cock still half-hard and glistening.

"Open your mouth. Show me."

You opened wide, showing him your empty mouth.

He sat down on the edge of the bed, his eyes narrow with intent. "Good fucking girl." He ran his thumb over your swollen bottom lip. "Now get over my lap."

You moved to straddle him, one knee lifting to climb into his lap, but before you could settle over him, his hand shot up and gripped your throat. With a rough shove, he forced you down across his thighs instead, your body sprawling over his lap. Your heart was racing, pussy throbbing with frustration—the shock of being manhandled mixed with pure need making your head spin.

His hand came down hard on your ass without warning, the crack of it echoing in the room. You yelped, more from surprise than pain.

"That's one," he said. "You're getting twenty. Ten for being naughty and another ten because I want to. And you're going to count every single one and (fucking) thank me for it. If you lose count or forget to thank me, we start over. Understand?"

"Yes, sir."

"Good." His hand came down again, harder this time, on the other cheek.

"Two, thank you," you gasped.

The third strike landed in the same spot as the first, and the sting was sharper now. "Three, thank you daddy."

He didn't give you time to recover. Four, five, six, seven and eight came in quick succession, alternating cheeks, each one harder than the last. Your skin was burning, and you could feel yourself getting wetter with each strike.

He felt the wetness seeping through his Santa suit where you pressed against his thigh. "Look at you," he said, his voice thick. "Getting wetter from being spanked. You love this, don't you? Love being punished." He shifted his leg beneath you, feeling the damp heat. "Fuck, you're soaked."

The ninth strike came fast, barely there but the tenth, was the hardest yet and landed low, close to your pussy, making you scream out.

"TEN, THANK YOU DADDY!"

His hand rubbed over your burning skin, soothing and possessive. "Halfway there, baby. Think you can take ten more?"

"Yes, please."

Eleven also came down hard and you shouted the count. Twelve and thirteen followed quickly, and you were struggling to catch your breath between strikes.

"Fourteen, thank you," you whimpered, your voice breaking.

"What was that? I didn't hear you."

"Fourteen, thank you daddy!" you said louder, clearer.

"Better." Fifteen landed and you counted it properly. Sixteen made you sob. Seventeen had you shaking. Eighteen had you gasping, your ass on fire and your pussy dripping. Nineteen came down and you almost forgot to count, catching yourself at the last second. "Nineteen, thank… thank you sir!"

"Last one," he said. "Make it count."

The twentieth strike was the hardest of all, and you screamed. "TWENTY, THANK YOU DADDY!"

"Such a good girl," he praised, his hand rubbing over your abused skin. "Took your punishment so well."

Then his fingers slid through your wetness and you moaned. "Fuck, you're dripping. This pussy is begging for it, isn't it?"

"Yes, daddy, please—"

He pushed two fingers inside you and you cried out. But instead of fucking you with them, he curled them up, finding that spot inside you that made you see stars, and pressed.

"Oh fuck," you gasped, your whole body tensing.

"That's it," he murmured. "Right there, huh?"

He kept the pressure steady, his fingers barely moving, just pressing and rubbing that spot with perfect precision. His other hand reached around to find your clit, circling it slowly.

The combination was overwhelming. Your legs started shaking, your pussy clenching around his fingers.

"Are you getting close already?" he asked, and you could hear the smirk in his voice.

"Yes, yes, please daddy, I'm so close—"

He pulled his fingers away completely.

"No!" you whimpered, your orgasm retreating.

"You cum when I say you can cum," he said firmly. "Not before."

He waited until your breathing slowed, until you'd come down from the edge, then pushed his fingers back inside. This time he fucked you with them, hard and fast, the wet sounds obscene in the quiet room.

"Listen to that," he said. "Listen to how wet you are for me. So fucking needy."

His fingers curled up again, finding that spot, and he rubbed it mercilessly while his thumb found your clit. The dual stimulation had you climbing fast, your moans getting louder.

"Please," you begged. "Please let me cum, I, I—" You stuttered.

His fingers moved harder than before, the heel of his palm grinding against your clit with each thrust. The sounds were filthy—your wetness, your moans, his heavy breathing.

"Fuck," he groaned. "Squeezing my fingers so good. Can't wait to feel this pussy on my cock."

You were shaking, so close, trying desperately to hold back. "Daddy, please, I can't—I need to—"

"Go on baby, cum for me." His fingers curled up, rubbing that spot, while his thumb pressed hard on your clit, and you came hard, your back arching, pushing your pussy onto his fingers more. "That's it baby, use my hand."

Tears ran down your face from the strong wave of pleasure running through you. Your whole body was tense and trembling, your moans still just short whines as you came down from your orgasm.

He pulled his fingers out abruptly. Strong hands gripped your waist, lifting you effortlessly off his lap and throwing you onto the bed. You landed hard on your front, your very sensitive, still burning ass exposed.

You heard the wet sounds behind you - his hand working his cock, slicking himself up with your own wetness. Then without warning, he lined himself up and slammed inside you in one brutal, punishing thrust.

You screamed, the sudden fullness after being empty almost overwhelming.

"Fuck," he groaned, his hands gripping your hips hard enough to bruise. "This pussy feels so fucking good.”

He didn't give you time to adjust. He fucked you hard and fast, each thrust driving you forward on the bed. The angle had him hitting deep, hitting that spot his fingers had been torturing, and you were right back on the edge immediately.

"Daddy, please, can I cum, please let me cum—"

"Cum for me," he growled, one hand sliding up your back to grip your hair, pulling your head back. "Cum all over my cock."

The permission sent you over the edge. Your body tensed, muscles clenching around him as waves of pleasure crashed through you. You screamed, your orgasm ripping through you hard and fast.

But he didn't stop. He kept fucking you, driving into you even harder through your orgasm. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room. Your ass was still burning from the spanking, and every thrust made it sting more, the pain mixing with the pleasure until you couldn't tell them apart.

"Look at you," he panted. "Taking my cock so well. Such a good little slut. This is what you wanted all day, isn't it? Wanted me to fuck you like this."

"Yes, daddy, yes—" you whimpered, oversensitive but unable to stop, riding the razor's edge between pain and pleasure.

His hand came down on your already-sore ass and you cried out. "Say it louder. Tell me what you wanted."

"I wanted you to fuck me!" you screamed. "Wanted you to use me, wanted your cock inside me—"

"That's right." He spanked you again, then again, timing it with his thrusts. "This pussy is mine. You're mine. Say it."

"I'm yours, oh fuck, all yours—"

He pulled you up by your hair so your back was against his chest, one arm wrapped around your waist to hold you in place while he fucked up into you. His other hand found your throat, not squeezing, just holding, possessive.

"Ready to cum again for me?" he asked, his lips against your ear.

"Yes, please, fuck, please—"

"Then cum," he commanded. "Cum on my cock right fucking now."

Your second orgasm slammed into you. You came so hard you saw stars, your pussy clenching around him, your whole body shaking. You would have collapsed if he wasn't holding you up.

Then he pulled out suddenly, leaving you empty and whimpering. You heard the distinctive sound of leather sliding through fabric loops—his belt being pulled from his Santa pants.

"Up," he commanded. "Hands and knees."

You scrambled to obey, your arms shaking. You felt the cool leather wrap around your throat, not tight enough to choke but firm enough that you felt every inch of it against your skin. He wrapped it once, twice, creating a makeshift leash.

"Fuck," you breathed, your pussy clenching around nothing.

He tested the tension, pulling just enough that your head tilted back slightly. "Color?" You knew what he was asking—that quiet check-in that made your chest tighten with something deeper than arousal. Even in the middle of this, he was watching you, making sure you were okay. "Green," you whispered, the word soft but certain, "So fucking green."

"Good girl." He lined himself up and slammed back inside you in one thrust, immediately setting a brutal pace. With each thrust, he pulled on the belt, controlling the angle of your body, controlling your breathing, controlling everything.

The restriction made every sensation sharper. Each time he pulled, your air cut off just slightly, making your head spin, making everything more intense. He leaned down and kissed along your shoulder blade, his teeth scraping your skin, the gentleness contrasting with the brutal way he was fucking you.

"This what you need?" he growled against your neck, punctuating each word with a thrust and a pull on the belt. "Need me to control you like this? Use you like this?"

"Yes—daddy—fuck—" You could barely get the words out, your voice strained from the angle of your neck.

He pulled harder on the belt, restricting your air more, and fucked into you deeper. The combination of the restriction, the angle, the fullness, his cock hitting that perfect spot—it was too much.

"Daddy, I'm gonna—I can't—"

"Don't you dare," he warned, but he didn't slow down, didn't ease up on the belt. If anything, he fucked you harder, pulled the belt tighter.

You tried. You tried so hard to hold it back. But the restriction, the control, the way he was using your body—it was impossible. Your orgasm slammed into you without permission, ripping through you so hard you would have collapsed if he wasn't holding you up by the belt.

You came with a strangled scream, your pussy clenching around him violently, your whole body convulsing. The belt restricted your breathing just enough that the orgasm seemed to go on forever, wave after wave crashing through you until you couldn't tell where one ended and another began.

"Fuck, that's it," he groaned, his rhythm faltering. "Couldn't help yourself, could you? Came anyway like a desperate little slut—".

He pulled the belt tighter and slammed in deep one final time. His body went rigid above you, every muscle tensing as he buried himself to the hilt. You felt him pulse inside you—thick, hard throbs that filled you completely—and his groan was raw, almost pained with the intensity of it. His hips jerked involuntarily as he came, his cock throbbing against your walls as he spilled into you in hot, heavy waves. His breathing turned ragged, his free hand gripping your hip hard enough to bruise as his orgasm tore through him, his body shaking with the force of his release.

The sensation triggered another aftershock that had you whimpering weakly, clenching around him as he continued to pulse inside you, riding out the last waves of his climax.

He immediately loosened the belt, unwrapping it from your neck and tossing it aside. You collapsed forward onto the mattress, gasping for air, your whole body shaking violently.

"Hey, hey, I've got you," he murmured, pulling you against his chest. One hand stroked your hair while the other rubbed soothing circles on your back. "Breathe for me, baby. Deep breaths."

You tried, but your whole body was still trembling, your breathing coming in ragged gasps. Another tremor ran through you and you moaned weakly.

"Look at me." His voice was gentle but firm. You managed to focus on his face, his eyes soft with concern. "You with me?"

"Yeah," you whispered, your voice completely wrecked. "I'm good. Just... fuck."

He smiled, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "You did so fucking good. So perfect for me." His hand continued stroking your hair as he studied your face. "How's your throat? Does it hurt?"

You swallowed experimentally. "A little. It's good though."

"I'll get you water in a second." His hand slid down to your hip. "Roll over for me. Let me see."

You turned onto your stomach with a soft whimper, and felt his hands gently soothing your cheeks, assessing the damage.

"Fuck, baby, you're so red." His fingers traced over the heated skin and you hissed. "Does it hurt?"

"Burns," you admitted. "But I liked it. I liked all of it."

"Yeah?" He leaned down and pressed soft kisses to each cheek, making you shiver. "You took it so well. Took everything I gave you."

He got up and you heard him moving around the room. A moment later he was back with a warm, damp cloth and some soothing gel. "This might sting a little," he warned before gently cleaning between your legs and then applying the gel to your ass.

You whimpered at the sensitivity, and he paused. "Too much?"

"No, keep going. Feels good."

He finished cleaning you up with careful, tender touches, then tossed the cloth aside and helped you sit up against the headboard. "Stay here."

He disappeared and came back with a bottle of water, already opened. "Drink."

You took it gratefully, the cool liquid soothing your raw throat. He watched you drink half the bottle before taking it from you and setting it on the nightstand.

"Better?"

"Yeah." You looked up at him, still feeling floaty and vulnerable. "That was..."

"Intense?" He sat beside you, pulling you back against his chest.

"Perfect," you finished. He grabbed you some clothes from his closet. As you got dressed, he kept touching you—a hand on your waist, fingers brushing your arm—like he couldn't quite stop.

"By the way," you said as you headed toward the bathroom together, "you should definitely keep the costume."

He laughed. "Yeah?"

"Yeah. But maybe just for me next time."

"Only for you," he said, his voice dropping low, possessive. "Everything's only for you."

After cleaning up, you both made your way back to the living room, trying to look casual. Chris and Nick were on the couch, scrolling their phones, and barely glanced up when you walked in.

Matt settled down on the couch and you curled into his side, his arm around your shoulders. Chris started talking about their next video idea, and you nodded along, but all you could focus on was Matt's hand on you, the slight soreness between your legs, the satisfied ache in your body.

Matt leaned down, his lips brushing your ear so quietly his brothers couldn't hear. "Still my good girl, even if you are on the naughty list."

You bit back a smile, heat flooding through you again. Being on his naughty list was exactly where you wanted to stay.

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I’m a fucking wreck, can’t stand this face, A broken thing, drowning in disgrace. I hurt you—god, it felt so sweet, Watching you shatter, kneeling at my feet. The control, the power, the heady high, I make you beg, then watch you die inside. Regret’s a ghost, but I’m too far gone, I thrive in the chaos, in what’s wrong. A monster, cold, and in command, Tearing you apart with a steady hand. I hate myself, but I don’t care, I crave the ruin, the breath of despair. You’re mine to break, mine to consume, I twist you into darkness, make you bloom. I see the hurt in your eyes, I know I’ve cracked something deep inside, But I don’t fucking care, no, I don’t mind— It’s all part of the game, part of the ride. Regret lingers, but I bury it deep, Too proud to admit I’m drowning in the mess I keep. I’ve torn you apart, no reason why, But I won’t stop, no matter how you cry. Each cut I make, each wound I give, Reminds me how fucked up it is to live. But I don’t care—no, I’m not that kind, You’re just another victim, another broken mind.

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