#thefallenmaple

I expected having the place to myself for a good few hours— my boyfriend was out at work and would be until later this evening, which left me with a lot of time to kill on my own selfish indulgences. Certain indulgences in which I never, ever, intend for him to find out about.

I was sure to be careful— what with us living together and all, I had to keep my things well organized, and even better hidden— I wouldn’t want to risk him finding out about my peculiar little secrets, and perhaps have him judge me for them.

But yet, instead of my boyfriend— whom, in all honesty, was rather dense and unsuspecting, so I didn’t have much to worry about regardless— there, smack dab in the middle of the bedroom doorframe, stood his six foot two lumberjack little brother (who, ironically, was about twice my boyfriend’s size, and thrice my own).

Normally, I would have smiled— greeted him with a hello and maybe even offered him a drink for dropping by. But as of now, as he stared at me, all decked out in my skimpy lace panties, gartered thigh highs and sweetheart bodice, I did what most people in this situation would probably do.

I screamed. And panicked. Oh boy, did I ever panic.

"M-Matt?? Wha—" I reached over my bed and snatched up my blanket, covering myself as best as I could. "What are you doing here?!"

He didn’t answer me right away— honestly, I didn’t expect him to. And as the silence dragged on, my face steadily flushed red, nearly matching the shade of lipstick I had on. I reached up and pushed my bangs out of my face— lord knows why, because it did nothing to hide my embarrassment. Matt was still there staring at me, and the usually stoic fine line of his lips twitched momentarily, and his eyes flickered with something….feral. Hungry, even. 

I ignored it- obviously too forgone to know any better, let alone pay attention to anything other than keeping myself covered. And as my mind began to wander further, another thought struck me. My blanket fell from my hands.

"Oh god, please don’t tell Al about this! H-he’ll probably think I’m some kind of freak or something— oh my god, Matt, you can’t tell him. Please, I’m begging you!"

I must’ve sounded pathetic; I could hear my own voice shaking--I could only imagine what kind of kick Matt was getting out of hearing me like this.  But before I could get another needy word in, he spoke up. And I’d be lying if I said I had expected him to say what he did.

“If he thinks anything other than what I’m thinking… then he’s a fucking idiot.”

…. What?

I looked over at him, and my facial expression must’ve been pretty amusing, considering how he’d chuckled after looking at me. My head tilts a little to the side, and my brows furrow. “…What…what do you mean…?”

Matt’s smile grows deeper and it was only now starting to make me feel uneasy. He didn’t usually smile like this. Or at all, for that matter.

“Wouldn’t’ve taken you as the type that liked to get dolled up when no one’s around….kind of a waste when you have no one to show it off to, ain’t it?”

And as innocent as the question was, the look the other was giving me made my stomach twist, and before I realized it, I was stepping away from him. I shook my head. “I-It’s just a hobby… a-and it’s not a waste. I’m not—..doing it for anyone else…”

“Wanna change that?”

I glance up just in time to see him walking towards me. His steps are slow and each one makes my heart beat a little faster. I try to hold my composure (apparently to no avail), and shake my head again. “M-Matt what are you talking about…?”

I notice him drawing closer and closer, and it’s only then that I realize that I’ve backed myself against the wall. He leans over me, and I shrug my shoulders up to my ears in an attempt to shrink away. His smile is persistent, and proves to be more worrying than comforting.

“I mean… I can seriously get on board with your little ‘hobby’, here… you can dress up in your pretty little getups, and I can watch you strut around the house like the little slut you really are..”

My face turned red; my flush was so hot, my ears were practically buzzing. What was he getting at, exactly? Did he just happen to forget that I had a boyfriend? And that said boyfriend happened to be his brother? I tried to take another step back, forgetting about the wall behind me, and whimpered when I stumbled.

“N-no, Matt. We—no, you shouldn’t be thinking about something so vulgar…what would Al say if he found out about you coming onto me like this—“

“The real question is, what would he say about you keeping this little kink of yours all to yourself?”

Suddenly the look of fake composure I’d managed to hold faded into one of horror, and I turned a ghastly shade of white. No…no, he wouldn’t dare—

“R-really..!? You’d throw me under the bus like that!? J-Just because I don’t want to play your sick, little game?!” The smile on the others face was enough to answer my question, and my shoulders slump in defeat. “Th-that’s…—!”

“Oh, don’t play innocent with me. Just look at yourself,” 

At that, Matt grabbed my upper arm and hauled me over to the vanity mirror. He stood behind me and held me there, forcing me to look myself over and really reconsider my choice of action.

I flinch when I feel his lips press against my ear, and a broad hand slides up to wrap around the column of my neck, making it so that I couldn’t look away.

“You look so pretty when you blush like this,” I don’t even have to look at him to know he was smirking, and I give him the most malicious glare I could muster up.

“Fuck you.” Is all I could respond with. He grins at me. 

“You’ll get to soon enough.”

——

“N-no—no, don’t leave any marks! Do you want him to find out?!”

“Kinda, yeah.”

I don’t even know what Matt did to get me to give into his demands, but here I was, half naked and flat on my back with Matt hanging over top of me— trails of teeth and tongue moving from my jaw to my collar, and from my collar to my navel— the bastard was persistent, I’d give him that. 

Whenever I turned my head away, he’d bite me— a little harder each time, and threatened to leave marks in places he knew Al could see. And for some reason, something about the entire ordeal was strangely… exciting? I was unsure as to why, but the thought of being claimed by someone other than my lover made me feel scandalous. And until now, I still couldn’t decipher if it was a good feeling or not.

Still, it didn’t keep me from wrapping my arms around his neck and asking him for more.

I can feel him smiling against my stomach, his finger tips prodding at the flesh of my thighs in an attempt to relax me before his thumbs hook into the lace of my panties, and drag them down to my knees. I gasp, and my nails dig into his shoulders as he laughs.

“And you keep acting like you don’t really want this…”

“F-fuck off, you know this is wrong—!”

He cuts me off, my body flinching and a moan passing my lips when he wraps his fingers tight around my cock. “M—…Matt…”

“You were saying?”

I don’t give him much in way of verbal response, a groan of sorts sounding at the back of my throat as I lay back against the mattress and mentally curse him for having such an effect on me. He moves his hand slowly, my body writhing from the friction as I tug restlessly at his hair. 

He continues for a while— too long, in my opinion— until I was wasted, shaking and whining his name in some pathetic, wanton voice I was far from familiar with. I pound my fist against his chest when he tries to kiss me, having waited long enough and having no patience for further foreplay. 

“Would you just get on with it, already!? ‘Cause honestly, I can't tell if you’re teasing me because you like to, or if you're just being an asshole!” As expected, he laughs again.

“Wow, so impatient. I would’ve appreciated a ‘please’, at least…”

Surprisingly enough, the look I give him in response is enough to shut him up, and he growls before shoving three of his fingers towards my mouth. I part my lips without much of a fuss, but the force of which he sticks them into my mouth is enough to make me gag. God, he was such a prick when things didn’t go his way. I stare up at him as I start to suck, carefully running my tongue over each joint because, well— in retrospect, if I didn’t, I’d be the one suffering, not him.

A few moments later, he starts to trust them further past my lips-- the pads of his fingers sliding along my tongue and down my throat. My eyes widen a bit as I try to keep from gagging, and the way he smirks at me makes me want to slap him in the mouth. I can taste the wax from my lipstick on each digit, and the face I make is nothing short of disgusted.

He doesn’t do it for long (thank god), and eventually pulls his fingers out, but he leaves me breathless and choking with a string of saliva connecting my lips. I start panting, watching as his rouge, spit glossed fingers disappear between my thighs, and my hips jerk when he presses the first against my hole. He stares at me carefully as he does— my guess is to savour the faces he causes me to make so that he can use them as masturbation material, after he’s done having his way with me, of course.

He doesn’t hesitate in pressing the first two fingers in in one go, and my breath hitches before fading into a heady moan. I sink into the sheets and my jaw falls slack, and I can feel Matt adjusting himself between my legs. He’s surprisingly gentle as he stretches me, waiting a few moments before adding the third finger and scissoring me open.

By the time he finished, we were both hard— I was trembling underneath him and my eyes were glazed with tears from overexertion. This time, as he leans over me and brushes our lips together, I don’t turn away, and I let him kiss me properly for the first time-- and thinking about it now, I regret ever turning away before. 

It’s nice— his lips are surprisingly soft for how sharp his tongue his, and I find myself leaning into him. The kiss is welcoming; consoling and even kinda makes me feel like he wants me for something more than just sex.

When he pulls away, I’m left in a daze, and I hardly notice him preparing himself before leaning over me again. 

He gives me no warning, but I don’t really mind. He carefully pushes into me, holding my hips still and taking in a slow breath as he sinks deeper in. I, on the other hand, end up choking on my own gasp— arching my back away from the sheets and dragging my nails across his shoulder blades. I hear him growl above me, and he slowly presses forwards until he’s settled all the way inside.

“Fuck, Mattie…”

I whimper, feeling a soft burn travelling up my lower back and down the backs of my thighs. I’d be lying if I said that Matt wasn’t very well endowed— even more so than my own boyfriend, actually— and the adjustment process was tedious. 

I feel Matt’s hands move from my hips, settling at my thighs above the band of my stockings, and he slowly retracts to the tip. I hold my breath in anticipation, pretty much already knowing what was gonna happen next.

He drags me forward by my thighs and trusts in hard, burying himself to the hilt as I —very nearly— scream his name. It seemed to be the right reaction, taking his smirk into consideration, and every thrust that follows is rougher; reaches deeper and leaves me shaking and whining beneath him.

“Ma—Matt, wait—“

“You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to do this to you.”

My stomach twists when I hear those words, but I’m hardly able to voice my concern, what with him pounding into me the way he was. My nails dig into his shoulders, and I feel his lips against my throat again.

“I was too slow… you could’ve been mine…”

At this point, I couldn’t tell if this was Matt just trying to extend his authority over me, or if there really was some kind of hidden meaning behind his words, but his hips started snapping forwards at a ruthless pace, and he was stealing my breath every time he thrust back in. 

Every word that tried to leave my mouth was intangible, sounding as a sob or a whine or some other obscene kind of moan as he leaned over me and took me like a savage. Whatever had gotten into him worried me— but I also couldn’t complain. Whether it was intentional or not, Matt was doing everything right; how his hands were gripping my thighs hard enough for them to bruise, how his teeth latched onto my neck and refused to leave until he left pattern of hickeys scattered across my skin— how he fucked me so hard, my toes were curling and legs had gone numb— all of it.

Maybe I let myself get a little carried away— Matt more so than myself, but both of us were too far gone to let emotions or common sense or current relationships hinder us and destroy the heat of the moment— and my body shudders when Matt speaks up again.

“Who do you belong to?” He asks me with a husky groan, the rhythm of his hips losing tempo as he thrusts erratically, chasing his climax and edging me towards my own. “Tell me who you belong to, Matthew.”

And god knows why I didn’t hesitate as I answered him, but with his fingers coming up to wrap around my neglected shaft and my hips bucking up into his grip, you couldn’t really blame me.

“Y-you—“ I whine at him, my back arching away from the bed as he strokes me with quick jerks of his wrist. “You, I-I belong to you—…Matt..”

And that seemed to do it.

I feel Matt’s nails dig into my hips, and he gives one last, vigorous thrust, and he cums inside of me with a glutteral moan.

My own orgasm comes not long after, my nails raking down the flat of Matt’s chest as he tugs me to completion and a loud, needy cry passes my lips.

We stay still for a moment, working on catching our breath and staring at one another before Matt, carefully, lays himself down on top of me. My legs are shaking on either side of his hips, and he continues to carefully rock into me. I give a small whine, pushing at his shoulders from the oversensitivity. He seems to catch the hint, though, and slowly pulls out with a sigh, sitting back and watching his spend seep out of me.

It feels like hours before either of us say anything, and the air feels thick around me. Panic starts to settle in and I slowly push myself away from him.  I’d just cheated on my boyfriend. With his brother, of all people. I reach over the bed and grab my blanket again, pulling it over myself as guilt starts to rattle at my bones. 

“We should’nt’ve done this…we—“ My heart starts racing all over again, and I start to feel sick knowing that evidence of what we did was everywhere— on the sheets, on Matt’s clothes— on my skin. It was all around me. “I-I… I cheated on him…I—oh god—" I move to stand up, but Matt grabs my arm, and pulls me down to sit on the bed again. And the way he smiles at me makes me want to slap him again, much like how I’d wanted to before. He leans in and steals another filthy kiss before pressing his lips to my ear.

“It’s only cheating if he finds out."

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