Well, I think we all know it’s a compliment when a guy can’t hold out like I’d rather be with a guy who last 30 seconds and a guy who lasts an hour it’s a confidence boost really
⌗ . . . PLEASURE IS GOOD BUT THE PAIN FEELS BETTER
WARNINGS : SMUT. USE OF PERIOD SIMULATOR. LIGHT PAIN KINK. RIDING. PNV. CREAM PIE. OVERSTIMULATION. SLIGHT SUB!CHRIS.
chris and his brothers had no idea what any of them were getting into when they finally gave into the period simulator idea that matt had brought up on stream months ago—but you were there watching it all go down.
sitting in the background where the camera wouldn’t catch you as they filmed their video.
matt was the first one up who decided to try the simulation—though he did place the patches too high, you decided not to correct them on it. letting them deal with their own consequences.
as you sat there, you couldn’t help but to giggle to yourself softly. watching as matt yelled anytime the dial was turned up too high—complaining about the pain radiating through his body. the same happened with nick—the yelling and cursing. you honestly thought they were some big babies for not handling the pain well.
but when it came to chris’ turn—you couldn’t help but to let your mind wander. the wires were connected to his skin, the device in one hand as he leans back against the cushions of the couch.
“c’mon you can trust me!” matt exclaimed, though there was clear intent behind his eyes, a smirk forming on his face. “no, i can’t.” chris said, turning his head to look at matt as he shuffled away from him. “yes, you can. i swear!” but chris wasn’t buying it, continuing to hold the device away from matt. eventually, matt convinced him to at least let him turn the device on.
it didn’t start right away, chris’ nerves shining through each time the device was turned up to the next level. “you feel it?” matt had asked chris, your own ears almost missing the question. and chris nodded, “yeah.” but his response sounded a little breathless.
“does it feel nice?” matt questioned again, and chris turned to look at him again. “no.” but his mouth was agape slightly, his words breathless again. almost as if he was trying to hold something back. you just watched, quirking a brow as the boys paid no mind to you.
you continued to sit silently, watching as chris gasped and thrusted his hips upwards anytime the simulator got turned up too high. watching as he yelled—but you could hear they were forced, they weren’t the sounds he was wanting to make. you smirked, standing up quietly as you made your way down to chris’ room, waiting for them to finish filming.
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chris didn’t come down to his room until late—going out with matt and nick to run some errands and to grab some food, making sure to ask if you wanted anything before they came home.
and that gave you plenty of time to go upstairs and search for where they had left the simulator. when you found it, discarded on the counter in the kitchen, you grabbed it and slipped your way back into chris’ room just as they walked in from the garage.
their voices mingled as they bickered over something stupid, but it quickly came to an end as chris opened the door to his room—food and drinks in hand as he said his last words to his brothers before closing the door with his foot.
“hey baby i got—“ his words were cut off as he turned around, seeing you on his bed in nothing but one of his tees and your panties. his mouth dropped open, everything on his tongue disappearing.
you smiled, crossing your legs as you held the simulator next to you on the sheets. chris’ eyes flicked to it then back at you before his feet moved to set the food down on his desk.
chris didn’t even say a word—just stared. his mouth parted, chest already rising and falling faster than normal. his eyes darted between your bare thighs and the little machine lying next to you on the bed.
“you guy’s left your toy out,” you said sweetly. “thought i’d give it back.” chris slowly stepped closer to you. “you—what’re you doing with that? you’re not gonna make me wear that again, are you?”
you tilted your head at his silly question, smirking slightly. “you don’t want to?.” you asked, cocking a grow at him. his face heated up, the idea of the simulator being hooked up to himself again making his brain work overtime.
“you looked so good earlier. moaning, gasping… couldn’t tell if it hurt or if it felt good.” you purred, but you already knew the answer to that. chris’ throat bobbed. “it hurt.”
“mhm. and yet you still popped a boner.” you teased, watching the way his eyes widened at your bluntness. “i didn’t—” he tried to protest, but you quickly interrupted him before he could get much out.
“you did.” you smiled as he couldn’t help but to palm himself through his sweats like it would prove you wrong. too late. your body was already crawling forward, grabbing the simulator and letting your fingers stroke across the wires as he stood still.
“off.” you said, and he didn’t move. so you snapped your fingers, watching his eyes re focus on you.
“i said off, chris.” and he obeyed, quickly stripping down to nothing, letting his boxers hit the floor along with his sweats. you smirked as his half-hard cock twitched under your gaze.
“come sit on the bed.” your hand coming down to pat the mattress under you. his feet moved, coming over, he sat. you came closer, climbing onto his lap. he hissed the second your clothed heat pressed against him through your thin panties, and you bent down to kiss his jaw, murmuring, “gonna let me put it on you again, baby?”
“yes.” he breathed, his body already beginning to tremble with the anticipation.
he whined under his breath as you shifted away slightly, but you were already setting the pads in place—lower this time, where they’d actually target his pelvis properly. he looked at you with wide, almost nervous eyes, but that didn’t stop you. he just gripped your hips as you straddled him once more and pressed the remote into your hand.
you flicked it on.
chris shuddered, his hips immediately jerking up as the first wave of simulation rolled through him, and a quiet whimper left his throat.
“there we go,” you whispered, grinding down on him. “that’s more like it.” the simulator buzzed, causing his hips to twitch up. your free hand reached down slowly, moving your already soaked panties to the side before you lined him up to your entrance, sinking down onto him.
his whole body arched up. “f-fuck.” he groaned, hands trembling on your waist. “you’re—shit—tight.” you moaned at the stretch, the fullness, the pressure of him inside while his muscles jerked with every little pulse of the simulator. you started to bounce gently at first, watching as his head tipped back.
he didn’t last long.
you knew he wouldn’t.
between the pain and the way your walls fluttered around him, it was only minutes before he was gasping and thrusting his cock up into you desperately, spilling inside you with a stuttered cry. his hands tightened on your hips as his cock pulsed inside you—painting your walls white.
but you didn’t stop—you couldn’t.
you were close—so close. and even though his thighs trembled and his stomach twitched with overstimulation, you gripped his shoulders and bounced your hips faster. “w-wait—babe, babe—fuck—” he cried, his eyes rolling back into his head as you continued to move, using him to get yourself off now.
“mm-mm.” you moaned, your head falling to his shoulder. “need it baby, m’almost there.”
“shit—” he cried out again when the simulator pulsed again, and his hips bucked up involuntarily, thrusting up into you. he hissed, head tipping to try and look at where you were connected. “it hurts—fucking hurts—”
“good.” you whined, bouncing even faster. “it’s supposed to.” and his nails dug into your skin—his face was twisted in that pretty little mix of pleasure and pain—eyes squeezed shut now, jaw slack, whimpering curses as you clenched around him again and again.
“fuck—m’gonna cum.” you moaned, your clit rubbing against his pelvis just the right way every time your body slammed down on him. the band in your stomach growing tighter and tighter before it finally snapped. you came with a broken cry, your whole body shaking, head tossed back as your orgasm spilled over you. chris groaned as your walls milked him, already leaking out around his cock.
you finally collapsed against him, your chest heaving with every breath you took. the simulator still attached to his skin, sending waves after waves through him, causing tears to build at his waterline. chris whimpered, “please. please turn it off.”
you slowly turned your head to kiss his cheek and finally clicked it off, and he melted beneath you with a long, shivery exhale as the waves stopped. you leaned up and looked at him—the way his face was flushed, his hair stuck to his forehead, lips parted and swollen from his teeth biting into it.
“you okay?” you asked sweetly, and he nodded, letting his eyes flutter close as he tipped his head back. you smiled, reaching your hand up to caress his face before you tried to move yourself off him, but his arms tightens around you.
“don’t move—stay, please.” he whispered, holding your sweaty bodies to one another.
and who could deny him?
a/n : ik some of y’all are waiting for the stepbrother!matt and chris thing…trust it’s coming, it’s just a little lengthy
Matt sends you a special video while on his tour bus
Matt only had a short amount of alone time while his brothers were out getting something to eat. He knew exactly what he wanted to do in that time frame.
The second the bus door shuts, Matt’s on the couch, already breathless. He doesn’t bother turning on the lights, the dim glow from a streetlamp outside is perfect. He tugs his sweatpants down just enough with one hand, his phone in the other, camera flipped to face him. He hits record.
“Couldn’t even wait a full minute,” he whispers, eyes dark, glassy. “They’re getting food and all I could think about was you.”
He shifts, biting his lip hard, letting the camera see the tremble in his jaw, the way his lashes flutter as his hand moves below frame.
“I miss you so bad it hurts,” he breathes. “I miss your voice. Your mouth. The way you look at me”
He whimpers softly, raw and involuntary. His hips twitch up into his palm.
“I need you, baby” he gasps. “I need your hands on me. I need your thighs around me. I keep thinking about how warm you are, how good you sound when I’m inside you…”
His breath catches. Another broken whimper leaves his lips, high and shaky. He closes his eyes tight, groaning low like it physically aches not to have you there.
“Wanna come home. Wanna feel you.” he barely gets out.
You can hear the wet sounds of his hand working his cock start to speed up. His camera flips to give you a perfect view. “i’m gonna come—mmfh b-baby, gonna come for you”. He lets out one last whimper as he spills his release all over his hand.
“mmm god i wish i was home with you” he whispers. The video ends with him panting, face flushed, and eyes heavy with need.
matt thought he’d died and gone to heaven the moment his dick slid between your tits, thick and flushed as you pressed them together, bouncing them to the pace of his thrusts. his breath hitched, jaw slack, lips parted as he watched himself disappear into the plush of your chest, the tip peeking out slick and needy before vanishing again.
“holy fuck,” he choked out, head falling back against the pillows before snapping forward again—because there was no way in hell he wasn’t watching this. his hands gripped the sheets, knuckles white, resisting the urge to just grab—to squeeze, to push your tits together harder, to thrust up and lose himself completely.
his pupils were blown, mouth hanging open as he sucked in shallow, shaky breaths. he was hypnotized, practically cross-eyed with it, like he’d been starving for this exact moment his entire life and was just now realizing it.
“you like that?” you teased, voice all honey, all sweet, dragging your tongue across his flushed tip when it peeked through.
matt’s breath stuttered, a groan ripping through his chest, hand flying up to grip your wrist—like he needed something to ground himself, to tether him before he lost his goddamn mind.
“baby, you don’t even know,” he muttered, voice wrecked, barely able to get the words out. his hips bucked up, his cock sliding messily through your spit-slicked skin, and his fingers curled around your wrist, tightening. “shit, you’re gonna make me cum just looking at you.”
his head dropped back again, adam’s apple bobbing, lashes fluttering, and for a second—just a second—you swore you saw his eyes roll back. completely blissed out, so far gone over the sight of your tits alone.
“fuck,” he rasped, chest heaving. “fuck, i need—i needa—”
you grinned, shifting closer, letting him finally cup them, palms hot and greedy, fingers digging into soft skin like he couldn’t believe they were real. his thumbs swiped over your nipples, almost in awe, before his grip tightened, squeezing as he thrust up again.
his head lifted, eyes hazy as they locked onto yours. “marry me.”
you blinked, caught off guard. “what?”
his lips were pink, glossy, spit-slick from how much he’d been licking them, biting them, working himself up just from the sight of you. he swallowed, jaw clenched, eyes heavy.
“nothing,” he breathed, shaking his head. then, quieter—more to himself than to you—“just fuckin’ love you.”
his hips stuttered, cock twitching between the tight warmth of your tits, and his grip on your wrist turned almost desperate. “fuck—baby—”
you knew it was coming—knew he was coming—but you still stuck your tongue out, ready for it, waiting—
and when it hit, hot and thick, spurting across your tongue, your lips, spilling down the valley of your chest, matt lost it.
“fuck—oh my fucking god—” his voice cracked, a broken, wre-cked little noise that had your stomach clenching. his thighs tensed, whole body shuddering as more of it spilled over your tits, dripping down your skin. but he kept going, hips still jerk-ing, ropes of cum spilling out in messy spurts because he couldn’t stop.
he was still coming.
his eyes were barely open, just slits of blue barely peeking through, his jaw clenched so hard it could shatter, breath coming in ragged, fucked-out gasps. his lips trembled, thighs quivering, hands gripping the sheets like he needed to hold on or he’d float away.
he could see it—his cum thick and glossy against your skin, smearing over your tits as you squeezed them together like you wanted to stay covered in it.
“jesus christ—” matt choked out, voice nothing but a desperate moan.
you swiped your fingers through the mess, licking it up, watching him the whole time, and his cock twitched—again.
“ohhh—ohhh fuck,” matt whined, actually fucking whined, head dropping back as another broken groan tore out of him.
his hips jerked, cock twitching, another weak spurt dripping from the tip because he swore to god he was gonna fucking pass out.
“matt,” you cooed, sweet as ever, leaning in, brushing your lips against his jaw. “you good, baby?”
his chest was heaving, body still trembling, completely wrecked, completely fucking whipped.
your innocent bestfriend just confessed he's never jerked off so you decide to be a sweetheart and help him...
"you told me you're scared to jerk off?" i started softly. "well, i'm going to help you with that today. do you trust me?"
he hesitated for a moment, swallowing hard before giving a subtle nod.
"i need words," i said, crawling onto the bed and kneeling behind him.
"...okay, i trust you," he finally whispered.
i smiled gently, my hands gliding up and down his tattooed arms before one hand moved to the back of his head, fingers tangling in his brunette curls. his breathing became shallow as i leaned closer, my lips brushing his ear.
"watch the video," i murmured, my voice low, feeling the warmth of his skin as a soft blush rose to his cheeks.
he inhaled sharply, gulping. "o—okay."
i reached for the remote at the edge of the bed and pressed play. the screen flickered on, revealing a man and woman on a king-sized bed. the man undressed her slowly, kissing down her body. it was matt's first time watching something like this, so i kept it tame—no intense bdsm shit immediately. that would’ve been too much for him.
the man on screen used his teeth to tug down the woman’s black lace thong, exposing her. matt's breath hitched at the sight, and i noticed the slight tension in his body as he stared. i almost smiled at his reaction.
the man's tongue flicked along her slit, teasing her clit. the woman let out a soft moan, her hands gripping the sheets, her head tilting back as pleasure washed over her. my own body responded involuntarily, a subtle throb building between my legs.
on-screen, the man slid a finger inside her, his tongue swirling around her swollen clit. her moans grew louder, and as i glanced down, i could see the noticeable bulge pressing against matt’s pants.
"d’you ever think about doing that?" i whispered into his ear, my voice low and teasing. "flicking your tongue over her sensitive clit, fucking her with your fingers... huh, matt?"
a groan escaped him, and he nodded eagerly, his breath catching as my words sank in.
on the screen, the man pinched the woman’s nipple, rolling it between his thumb and finger, and she arched her back, her breasts peeking in the air.
"look at her tits, matt. have you ever thought about kissing them? sucking them? fucking them?" i asked, my voice barely above a whisper, each word deliberate. he nodded again, licking his lips, his eyes glued to the scene. i could tell my words were getting to him.
the woman’s moans grew louder, her body trembling as she edged closer to her orgasm. the man’s fingers worked faster, thrusting in and out, curling to hit that perfect spot. his tongue danced over her clit, humming as he flicked it with precision. i could feel the growing heat between my own legs, the vibrations from the scene practically resonating in me.
"watch her cum, matt," i urged, and as if on cue, the woman’s cries peaked, her body shuddering as she reached her climax. matt let out a strained whine, his chest heaving as his eyes fluttered, almost rolling back.
in an instant, the woman was on her knees, fumbling with the man’s belt until his cock sprang free, slapping against his lower stomach. she teased him with soft kisses at the tip, her hand gripping him as he tangled his fingers in her hair. matt’s breathing quickened, the tension in his body palpable, and i could see his arousal growing, his jeans straining against him. i swore i saw his zipper move.
she took the man deep into her throat, moaning in satisfaction, while he tilted his head back, pushing her down further. matt’s eyes were fixed on the scene, his body tense, his arousal undeniable.
"have you ever wondered what it would feel like to be deepthroated?" i asked softly, my lips brushing his ear. he didn’t respond right away, his focus on the screen. i pressed further. "answer me."
"yes," he groaned, nodding quickly, his breath coming in shallow gasps as the woman swirled her tongue around the man's tip, moaning as she did.
matt’s eyes squeezed shut, his chest rising and falling with each labored breath. his dick strained against his jeans, aching for release.
"keep watching," i whispered, my voice thick with desire. "watch what she’s doing. feel it, matt... imagine it."
i placed my hand on his thigh, dragging it slowly back and forth, teasing him. my fingers grazed over the bulge in his jeans, and he sucked in a sharp breath, his body trembling beneath my touch.
"you’re so hard," i moaned softly in his ear, biting my lip. "look at you, baby."
on the screen, the man teased the woman with his cock, tapping it against her clit before sliding it teasingly into her, pulling out just as quickly. the tension between us built, both of us caught up in the moment.
"how badly do you want to fuck her, matt?" i teased, my voice sultry as my hand rubbed over his hard-on. "how badly do you want to bury your cock in her tight little pussy?"
“please, y/n," matt whimpered, his voice strained with need. "please..."
"please what?" i asked, palming him harder. his chest rose and fell rapidly, his eyes glued to the screen as the man finally plunged into the woman. the tension was thick in the air.
"touch me," he finally gasped, his voice barely above a whisper.
i traced my lips along the nape of his neck, leaving soft kisses on his warm skin. slowly, i tugged down his zipper and pulled his boxers down in one swift motion, freeing his length. my breath hitched at the sight.
"fuck," i muttered under my breath.
matt glanced at me nervously. "is... is it okay?"
"shit, you're so big," i whispered, biting down on my lip as i stared at him.
pushing aside my hesitation, i leaned up to kiss along his jaw, my hand wrapping around the base of his cock, slowly pumping him. his reaction was immediate.
"ah, shit!" matt cursed, his eyes squeezing shut as a groan tore from his throat, louder than i’d ever heard before.
i stilled my movements. "nope. eyes open." i waited for him to follow my command, and when he did, his gaze locked on the screen where the woman bit down on the man’s shoulder, desperate to cum.
"you like that?" i asked, pumping him faster now. "you like my hand wrapped around your cock?"
"yes... yes," he pleaded, his voice barely steady.
"good boy," i praised, my thumb swiping across his slit, slick with pre-cum. "you're being such a good boy, matt."
"so... so fucking good," he groaned, his hips jerking up into my hand, desperate for more. "go... go faster. please. faster."
i leaned in close, whispering against his ear, "show me how fast. wrap your hand around mine." he obeyed instantly, his hand gripping mine and guiding it, forcing my hand tighter around him as we moved together.
"fuck, yeah," he groaned, his head falling back as his body trembled under my touch.
my clit throbbed in response to his words, and i could only imagine what it would feel like to have him inside me, his cock pressing against my walls, hitting that sweet spot so perfectly. i wanted nothing more than to wrap my lips around him, to take him fully and give him the pleasure only my mouth could provide.
"ah, y/n... fuuuck, like that," he groaned, his voice thick with pleasure. my body begged for relief, but i resisted. this moment was about him.
"cum for me," i whispered, pressing a kiss to his neck.
a whimper escaped matt’s lips as he came, his release hitting at the same moment as the couple on screen. his body tensed, his hand slipping away from mine as he gripped the sheets tightly, his load spilling over my hand.
"holy shit," he breathed, leaning back against me, his head resting on my chest as he caught his breath.
the video came to an end, and silence filled the room, save for the sound of his heavy breathing. we stayed like that for a few moments, the weight of the moment sinking in. then, suddenly, we burst into laughter, the tension breaking into something lighter.
contents: established relationship; p in v; creampie; cockwarming; semi-public sex; lowkey sub!matt
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ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ notes: good evening my loves!! im doing my best to post 1 full fic a week and hcs / blurbs on the other days i hope you guys see my effort lmfao “where’s dom matt” HE DOESNT LIVE HERE ANYMORE. HE’S GONE. and now we have a very long milf! X chris fic to work on. not proofread, enjoy!!!
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matt was eager to try new things. new restaurants, new places to go, new parking lots to visit. in this particular night, you and matt had the duty to drive his brothers around. of course, he could just drop them off and pick them up later, but why not hanging out with his beautiful girlfriend while you both wait?
“where to, miss?” matt asked as his brothers walked out of the car, gently squeezing your thigh.
“wherever you wanna go” you say, placing your hand above his. throughout the ride, matt’s grip grew tighter and his breathe became heavier, as if there wasn’t enough air for you both. you sensed the shift in the atmosphere and gulped down, squeezing his hand lightly.
a small “hm?” came from matt’s lips, he was aware of each and every movement of yours. “no, nothing” you chuckled, trying to laugh it off.
the truth is that matt looked incredibly good, better than ever. his messy hair matched perfectly with his brown shirt and the cold metal of his rings pressed against your bare thighs, giving you goosebumps.
“c’mon, tell me what’s on your mind” matt said as soon as he parked the car on an empty street. “how on earth will your brothers find us?” you asked, noticing there was no one around.
“well, that’s the point” matt grinned, his fingertips wandering under your skirt. “i’m kidding, we have our location shared all the time so they’ll find us” he assured you, still caressing your skin.
“matt” you whispered, not being able to wait any longer before smashing your lips against his. he immediately leaned in, deepening the kiss as he slid his tongue inside your mouth, dragging the damp muscle against yours.
the kiss was wet, loud and desperate, as if you were touching each other for the first time. matt’s pants started to tighten — he was so easy to get going. a lingering kiss, a neck bite, a naughty smile, anything from you would get him pathetically hard, just like now.
“fuck” matt breathed out. “missed you s’much” he said as his hands travelled through your body, touching all his favorites spots. he held your waist with both hands, trying to bring you closer somehow.
you smiled at his eagerness, pulling away from the kiss and moving to his lap. “there we go” matt whispered, forcing your hips down on his thigh. you gasped at the sudden pressure, trying to keep your composure.
“baby, we’re not gonna fuck here” you spoke when matt brought his fingers under your shirt. his blue orbs widened in surprise, a pout appearing on his swollen lips. “w-why not?”
“your brothers are gonna be back anytime” you told him, cupping his cheeks and giving him a peck. “and we’re in public, matthew”
“don’t call me that” he whined at the name. “you know i like other names better” matt complained, not even thinking about giving up.
“yeah? like good boy?” you teased, ruffling his hair. matt threw his head back and squeezed his eyes shut, feeling his cock twitch.
he quietly nodded, nuzzling his face on the crook of your neck. “so you’re gonna be my good boy and behave, alright?” you continued as matt dragged his face across your chest.
he looked up at you with puppy eyes, silently asking for at least some attention. “what do you want hm?”
“warm, please” matt practically begged, his voice coming out in a low whisper.
you smiled at matt, adjusting your position on his lap. he gasped when you fully sat on his crotch, pressing your palm against his hardened cock. you began to unbuckle his belt, quickly opening his zipper and revealing the wet patch on his underwear.
“just warm, yeah?” you repeated, touching his waistband, kissing his neck and going down to his collarbone as you pulled his dick out, wrapping your hand around matt’s shaft.
you pumped it a few times, spreading the pre-cum and coating his length. you touched his wrist and guided matt’s fingers to your panties, which he quickly pulled aside before pressing your clit with his thumb, gently rubbing it.
you let out a deep sigh, almost giving in. you lift your hips as you keep on stroking matt’s cock, guiding it towards your wet entrance. you guys were not having sex — he just needed to be warmed, and you just needed to be filled up.
“s-shit” matt mumbles as you rub your folds against his tip, teasing him. “please, i need inside” he complained once more, still pulling your panties to the side and holding your waist.
you gradually lowered yourself on his shaft, mouth hanging open from how big matt was. it seemed like forever until he got all the way in, his incredibly long dick hitting your cervix and stretching your walls open. you wrapped your arms around matt’s shoulders — it was your turn to hide on the crook of his neck.
matt gently caressed your back while placing kisses on your collarbone, an unreasonable amount of thanks coming from the back of his throat. “so tight ‘n so warm…” he said, feeling himself throb against your walls “feels so good”
“i love when you fill me up, prince” you cooed, running your fingers on his brown locks. you let go of the hug to look at him before lifting your shirt and placing your palm against your lower tummy. “you’re right here” you said, pointing to the outline of his dick showing.
matt sunk his teeth on his bottom lip, unwittingly bucking his hips forward, not being able to hold himself “s-sorry sorry fuck you just look so pretty taking my cock” matt explained, breathing heavily as he wrapped his arms around your waist, trying to bring you even closer. “matt, be a good boy hm?”
“‘m tryin’ i promise but you’re squeezing me so good” he cried, giving you puppy eyes again. you already knew that he we wanted two to cum, but for that, he needed your boobs. matt held you tighter, pouty lips revealing that he needed something to suck on.
you could be mean and give him your fingers, but you could tell he was really trying his best, considering that his cock leaked inside you. you smiled at him and and brought your shirt up, showing him your boobs.
he immediately shoved his face on your chest, moaning before latching on your nipple. he sucked hungrily, slowly moving his hips upwards, trying to get some relief to his aching cock. “i d-dont think i can hold it” matt spoke, a string of saliva connecting his lips to your tit.
“and how am i supposed to get back home hm? full of your cum?” you responded and matt whimpered — it was all too much. your breasts, your voice, your hands, your pussy. “can i? please?” he asked.
“you don’t sound that desperate, baby. i think i can keep warming you just like this, right?”
“n-no! please! i wan’ cum for you, please!” you chuckled at his desperation, ruffling his hair and caressing his cheek.
with a simple nod, you allowed matt to let go — and you needed him to do it fast. from afar, you could see his brothers taking slow steps towards the car, silently approaching.
you praised matt as he released his thick spurt inside you, “good boy” whispered over and over along with kisses across his face. matt was completely worn out, panting and trembling.
you removed yourself from him, feeling the sudden emptiness along with the sticky liquid coming from your hole barely being held by your panties as you jumped back to the passenger seat and zipped matt’s pants up.
he had a confused expression, furrowed eyebrow and a pout on his lips, as if asking “why did you leave?”.
his question was answered a second later, when both of his brothers opened the door, entering the vehicle with a loud chatter. “are we interrupting something?” chris playfully asked, noticing the awkwardness between you.
“no, we’re fine! we were just cuddling, matt needed to warmed up” you played along, squeezing matt’s thigh as he gulped and started the car.
little did he know he was gonna have to clean the mess he made.
bsf!matt x reader. matt takes a viagra and you find it extremely hilarious, until it isn’t so funny anymore.
words. 3.6k
contains. making out, blowjob, handjob, unprotected sex, creampie
requested. anon
you walked into the living room, making yourself at home like always as you opened the fridge for some food — disappointed with the selection.
“you guys have like no food.” you murmur, head turning to where matt was sat on the couch — more occupied with the phone in front of him. “hello?” you interrupt, waving your hand around obnoxiously to get his attention.
his head snaps over to you, mouth slightly parted in confusion as he finally registers your presence in the room. “shitty food.” you huff, shutting the fridge door dramatically in protest.
he simply shrugs, gaze returning to his screen. you frown at the lack of attention he was giving you, wandering over to where he was sat.
“what are you up to?” you ask cheerfully, peering over to get a look at his screen — almost disappointed that he was just mindlessly scrolling through videos. “nothing.” he chuckles, finding your disappointment almost amusing.
“hmm.” you nod, scanning your brain for something to say or do in the hopes of piquing his interest without begging for it.
then your eyes land on a small box on the table, leaning forward to realise it was a packet of some sort as you pick it up — turning it between your fingers to read the label.
you begin to murmur the words out under your breath, slowly getting more audible through the shock of what you were reading. “… increases time of intercourse, increases size and— matt, what the fuck is this?” you ask sharply, turning back to meet his eyes as you hold the packet up.
“i bought it as a joke.” he huffs, grabbing it out of your hand to put back on the table — away from you. you scoff a little, eyes following his movements as the words on the label repeat in your mind. “um, why?” you question, very much judging him for the purchase.
he shrugs yet again, brushing it off like it was nothing as he returns to scrolling mindlessly. at his lack of response you obviously become more curious, reaching out to grab the packet again.
he rolls his eyes, letting out a sigh as your eyes scan the words again. “i bought it with nick and chris.” you raise your eyebrows, watching as he rolls his eyes yet again at your crudeness. “as a joke.” he clarifies.
your lips press together as you nod, fingers messing with the packet as you begin to open it. “wha- don’t.” he reaches forward, attempting to snatch it back off you but you’re too quick — standing up from the couch to step away as you open it.
a wide grin appears on your face when you notice one of the pills isn’t there, flaunting the packet in matts view as you watch him go silent — a small blush over his cheeks.
you giggle slightly, letting out a dramatic gasp. “did you take one?” you mock, nothing but a toothy grin on your face as you watch him sink further into the couch — letting out a groan as his hands slide over his face.
“… yes.” he finally admits quietly, only eliciting more laughter from you as you double over — finding the situation absolutely hilarious. “stop laughing.” he groans, watching you with an unamused expression on your face. “it didn’t even work.” he grumbles.
“pop another one then.” you chuckle, his hands flying up before they land on his legs. matt giving up with trying to defend himself on this, sitting back on the sofa embarrassed as you finally calm down — wiping the tears of laughter from your eyes.
you finally settle from your fit, agreeing to watch something with him and ignore the entire interaction you just had.
but matts struggling.
turns out he didn’t need another one, because the pill he’d taken was doing exactly what it was meant to. he shifts around, eternally thankful for the blanket that was covering his lap — hiding the bulge pressing up against his joggers.
but then it got worse, painful even — and he found his hand drifting down, applying some pressure in the hopes of easing it.
you only take notice when he starts shifting around, unfortunately making it blatantly obvious for himself. you don’t say anything, not wanting to embarrass him further, but the whole situation is just so funny to you — a small snort slipping out before you cover your mouth.
he turns to look at you, letting out a sigh of frustration at your laughing yet not knowing how to fully give into the funniness of the situation.
“m’sorry.” you giggle, noticing his side eye before you’re covering your mouth again. “it’s really not funny.” he murmurs, hand dipping below the blanket to adjust himself as you’re sat there giggling — all hopes of hiding his situation out of the window.
“it really is.” you laugh out, body curling up on the couch. you’re not sure why you found it so incredibly funny, but it was — and maybe a part of you was doing everything in it’s power to deflect away from the uncomfortableness of the situation.
but you weren’t thinking about that, simply trying to catch your breath as you laughed in the other direction.
meanwhile matt was sat there uncomfortable and face beet red, his body growing hot in embarrassment and the unsettling arousal.
“jus’ stop, it’s not funny.” he huffs, shifting again to try and relive some of the tension in his pants. “fuckin’ hurts.” he murmurs out, voice becoming slightly whiny as he admits it.
you continue to laugh, ignoring the way his voice makes your stomach stir — turning to look at his expression, hooded lids and lips slightly parted. you can see the concentration on his face, like he’s trying his hardest to be normal about this and ignore the fact he’s never been more horny in his life.
“i can’t— can’t stay in here.” he mumbled out, already standing from the couch as he awkwardly bundles the blanket over his crotch.
“okay.” you chuckle, eyes following his movements and the way his body seemed so… on edge. leaving you curious in a way you never had been with matt. “i’m sorry.”
“no, no. it’s not you.” he explains, rubbing his temple as he tries to ignore the way his body grows hotter. “well, it is you— not… fuck.” he sighs, giving up as his words get muddled — causing him to say more than he wanted to.
“it is me?” you question, brows furrowing in confusion as you sit there — watching him fall apart and stumble over his words, all while gripping the blanket over his crotch. the subtle grasp not going unnoticed by you.
“god. it’s not you… it’s just, stupid thoughts i’m having.” he admits, his hand covering his face in an attempt to hide after what he’d just said — far too hot and bothered to actually care.
“thoughts?” you question, raising your eyebrows in surprise. “what kinda thoughts?” you tease without even thinking, not realising the way your words send buzzes through his body — your flirty tone only making his dick throb.
“uh-“ he lets out an awkward huff, unsure where to go with this despite the faint smile on his lips. “not uh, thoughts you’d wanna know.” he admits sheepishly, his hand reaching to scratch the back of his neck.
“i do wanna know.” you whisper, suddenly completely immersed in this situation — the fact you shouldn’t be flirting with him like this, but knowing he was thinking of you like that was enough to make you.
looking up at him from your position on the couch, almost telling him what you wanted by the small glint of arousal in your eyes — making his body shiver as he realised how much you were enjoying this.
“it’s the viagra, not me— i mean uh, the reason for the…” hes rambling now, body hot under your stare as he tries to explain himself, reason with the very small part of him that wasn’t imagining you naked.
but then you’re standing, getting closer to him as he stumbles over his words — trailing off as he becomes breathless and weak. your eyes boring up into his, looking anything but innocent.
“does it hurt?” you whisper, looking almost as fucked out as he did — standing close enough to feel his breath on you.
“does it—“ he swallows slightly, head tilting down to where he was covering himself. “yeah, it- it hurts.” he murmurs pathetically, dropping all common sense that was telling him not to give into this.
your hands make their way to the blankets, wide eyes begging as you tug it away from him — leaving him somewhat exposed before your eyes are drifting down.
he doesn’t know what to say or do, so incredibly desperate to get some sort of relief. his dick twitches at the thought, right in front of you — and he feels vulnerable, his body betraying him.
“what are we doing, this is so… stupid.” he murmurs out quietly, looking at the way you're looking at his dick — so on the fence about all of this.
he knew it was the drug in his system, making him borderline ravenous — he was surprised he could even stand still right now, his whole body aching to touch you and feel you, run his tongue over every—
“fuck, please do something.” he rasps, abandoning all inhibitions as his body runs hot — and he’s fucking begging you, not a care in the world about how he sounds or how embarrassing it is. he just wants you, needs you.
“i d-don’t—“
he cuts off your hesitation, hands cupping your face firmly as he kisses you — breathing in sharply before you kiss back. then both your bodies are melting, lips moving together quickly as you breath each other in.
it’s all a mess, tripping and stumbling as he guides you to his room, all whilst kissing you harder and harder. your back hits the door frame as you attempt to step back, but you don’t care — hands running through matts hair as he pushes you up against it instead.
you’re so dizzy you don’t know what you’re doing, every brush against his plump lips sending waves of pleasure through your body — only fuelling whatever stupid decision you’d gotten yourself into.
“you’re so hard.” you gasp out as his lips travel down to kiss your jaw, hard cock pressing into you through his trousers. “mmh, no shit.” he murmurs, fingers threading through your hair as he holds you still — lips sucking and nipping at your neck.
you can’t even snark back, your mouth opening as you let out soft whines. he knew he was overly sensitive and that every touch was gonna feel like more, but the way your sounds make his body shiver has him going crazy — so horny he becomes uncoordinated and messy.
stumbling around again as he shuts the door behind you both, ending up of his bed with you underneath him — his body fitting between your open legs perfectly.
“what do you want?” you whisper, hands running all over his body in the way his were on you. but he’s shaking his head, unable to talk, just desperate to feel.
“anything, please.” he whines, already grinding his dick against you uncontrollably — wanting a release so bad.
you swallow at his urgency, getting more turned on than you thought you would as you nod your head. “lemme suck you off.” you murmur, hand coming down to toy with the waistband of his joggers.
“mmh, fuck.” he's already shifting to lie on the bed beside you, the mere thought of you sucking his cock sends hot flushes through his body — causing his dick to pulse out an obscene amount of precum against his boxers.
you settle on the the bed between his legs, pulling down his pants at a speed he liked. his dick smacks his stomach and you’re left speechless, the sight affecting you a lot more than you’d like to admit.
“holy fuck matt.” you mumble, almost hesitant as you wrap your hand around his length — feeling ever pulse and spasm in the muscle.
he peers down, a small hint of surprise of his face. “fuck, it’s probably the pill thingy.” he murmurs. you frown slightly, looking up at him. “why wouldn’t you just go with the narrative that that’s just the size of your cock?” you point out.
he lets out a small huff, head falling back on the bed again. “shut up, just… please.” he groans, unable to think properly and give into the amusement of your joke.
you chuckle slightly at his neediness before wrapping your lips around the tip, toying with his dick in your mouth as you let your tongue feel him.
“ah- shiit.” he moans out, already threading his fingers into your hair — already needing so much more but not wanting to rush you.
you have your fun, every sound he makes only pushing you to suck harder. “fuck you gotta gimme more.” he whines, tilting his head down to see what you were doing.
as your eyes look up to meet his, everything about his fucked out expression has you wanting to do more — taking him deeper into your mouth as you felt his body practically melt into the feeling.
a deep moan leaving his lips as you begin to bob your head up and down, saliva already collecting around your open mouth — creating the perfect lube for you to suck him better.
“holy fuck, so fuckin’ good.” he grunts out, fingers now pulling at your roots as his hips lift off the bed — his body moving without thinking in an attempt to go deeper down your throat.
you pull off with a gasp, catching your breath as your hand begins to pump his length quickly. “you’re so needy.” you tell him, leaning over him slightly as your other hand supports your weight.
he can hardly respond, brows knitted together as his eyes squint shut at the feeling of your fast handjob — relieving him so much with the way your grip was so perfectly tight.
“mghh— fuck.” he gasps, hips grinding up for more before your mouth is back on him again — sucking him down your throat at a feverish pace.
“hoooly shiiit.” his hips lift off from the bed slightly as your mouth sends his body into waves of pleasure, unable to think straight as the feeling consumes him so well. replacing the discomfort he’d had before far better than his hand ever could.
but then you’re pulling off with a pop again, leaving him breathless and whiny — eyes closed as he feels his dick throb for more.
“let me fuck you.” you say casually, pulling off your top as his open at the words — more than happy with the sight you were giving him.
“fuck, you sure?” he murmurs, sitting up on his elbows to look at your tits more easily. you nod, hopping off the bed to shuffle down your own trousers and underwear — leaving them a pool at your feet before you’re back on the bed. back on him.
“wanna help you.” you tell him sweetly, so close to his ear as you let your lips press soft kisses to his neck — knowing that everything you do to him would be sending him on overdrive.
so you reach between your bodies, positioning his dick between your folds as it slips in — the mix of your saliva and wetness making it almost too easy as he bottoms out.
“o-oh… fuuck.” his head lolls back, hands already gripping at your plump ass as he holds you there. “don’t know if it’s the pill or your pussy- but fuck…”
you smirk at that, placing your hands either side of his head as you begin to rock your hips up and down — every movement so slow and deliberate he feels like he's tethering on the edge.
“so good.” he moans, hands coming up to pull your hair out of your face — his eyes trained on the sight of your tight cunt taking him, all of him.
“how good?” you breathe out, your words coming out in a moan at the feeling of being so full of his cock.
“feel like i’m gonna cum.” he whines out, although you know he’s not. the way he can feel your warm walls around him was driving him insane, and it was becoming harder and harder for him to keep up this act.
that he could take the slowness. that he could ignore and resist how fucking horny he felt, how incredibly desperate he was to have more, and how much he wanted to flip you over and fuck you senseless.
“need more.” he whines out before even thinking, fingers digging into your ass and thighs as he looks up at you. “yeah?” you taunt.
then you’re leaning down, lips so close to his he can feel your breath against his skin. “how desperate are you?” you tease, knowing full well how needy he could get — unable to stop thinking about how he'd looked before.
so fucked out, hooded lids, shifty body that was trying so hard to relieve his aching boner. the way he'd been almost shy and embarrassed about it, only telling of how incredibly turned on he was — and how desperately he needed a release.
he doesn’t respond, breath shallow as his balls thump at your words. but when he sees the way you're looking at him so teasingly, he can’t take it anymore — unable to just receive whatever you’re giving him.
“matt!” you shriek as your back hits the mattress, matt hovering over you for a second before he's dragging his cock back — watching the way it slides out of your hole.
then he's back in, deep. thrusting hard and fast as his body collapses onto you — holding you tight against him as he fucks himself into you just like he needed.
“oh- fuck.” you gasp, body buzzing at the feeling of how incredibly deep he was — completely filling you up.
“so tight — shiit — so fuckin’ wet f’me.” he groans, his breath hitting your skin as he buries his face into your neck, letting the feeling course through him like it never had before.
and now you can see it, the way he's so desperately rutting into you as his hands touch your body — wanting to feel everything and more. the way his body is collapsed on yours like he’s unable to handle the feeling of you around him. an utter mess above you.
“fuck matt, making me f-feel so good.” you moan, allowing your hands to touch his neck and the back of his head — beginning to tug at the shirt he still had on for some reason.
the second he feels it he's sitting up, still thrusting into you at a shallow pace as he pulls the top over his head — body hot and sweaty and his face a hue of red as his chest meets yours again.
“taking me so fuckin’ well— so good for me.” he murmurs breathlessly between kisses, scattering them all over your neck and chest as he fucks into you harder — hitting so deep inside of you your eyes are rolling back.
“holy f—uuck.” you gasp out, stomach coiling at the feeling of his tip nudging your g-spot — or more rather pounding against it.
“fuck, needed this so bad— so so fuckin’ bad.” he groans, the words trailing out from his lips as he reaches between your bodies to toy with your clit.
feeling his balls draw up, the build up of his orgasm alone feeing better than anything he’d ever experienced — his cock so hard it felt like it was gonna burst.
“m’so sorry — fuuck — feel like i’m gonna cum.” he grunts, struggling to hold back for the sake of your own orgasm as his fingers messily play with your sensitive nerve, bringing you closer to the edge more effectively than he thought.
“want you- mghh shit.” your body trembles as you feel your orgasm begin, body flushing with heat as you tighten around him — your cunt sucking him in so well he can’t take it anymore.
“shiit baby— m’cumming — fuuck, fuck-“ he’s moaning out incoherently, spillling into you as his mind completely blanks — all senses on overdrive as the pleasure rushes through him.
“ughh- fuck.” you whine, holding onto him as you cum — throbbing around him as his fingers continue to stimulate you. driving you through your high.
both your moans and whimpers are mixing together, and you both feel like you’ve just passed out as he lays on top of you lazily rutting into you — just as breathless as you were.
“never cum so hard in my life.” he breathes out, feeling his cum start to spill out of you as he pulls his dick back — flopping onto the bed beside you.
“you called me baby.” you murmur, a small smile tugging at your lips as you see the unamused expression in his face.
“shut up, i wasn’t thinking.” he mutters, shifting around of the bed to sit up — legs still trembling slightly.
“clearly not.” you mumble, hand reaching out to touch his lower back as he sit on the edge of the bed — calming down a little as his consciousness returns. “you just fucked your best friend.” you chuckle.
he turns to give you a look, not finding you funny whatsoever. but you both know it was better than good, and you’re thankful he took that stupid fucking pill.
summary — bsf .ᐟ matt jerking off while he thought you were asleep right next to him during a sleepover + a surprise at the end.
warnings — matt being an actual perv i guess ; guilt tripping (idk?) ; pet names (sweetheart, etc) ; making you clean him up !
It was an incredibly stupid idea, and Matt knew it very well.
You were peacefully snuggled up in your best friend's arms, sleeping oh-so cozily with your cheek on his chest and your hand splayed out over his sternum area. He blamed your stupid, touchy nature for being the cause of his painfully hard morning wood, when in reality, it's just him and his mind — conjuring up the filthiest fantasies in his dreamland. All about you.
The brunette slowly pulled his pajama bottoms down, just barely enough for him to get out his aching cock from the confines of his boxers. He spits in his hand, the other arm wrapped around your sleeping self, him hissing as the cold, crisp morning air blew over his leaking cock. With a shaky hand, Matt guides his spit-lubed palm to his dick, wrapping his fingers around the sensitive flesh. He bites his lip to stifle a moan, slowly stroking himself as he squeezes his leaking tip more firmly, whining at how good it felt.
The sudden squeeze, even if he was the one doing it, caused his breath to hitch in his throat. He freezes, his heart pounding in his chest as he realizes the intimate position he's in. His cock throbs in his hand, the pleasure making even more pre-cum drool from the slit of his veiny, red-tipped cockhead.
"Matt?" you groaned, half asleep as your eyes fluttered open. The early morning sunlight peeked through the cracks of the window blinds, perfectly illuminating what Matt was doing. His eyes widen as he looks down at you, caught between a stunned-state panic, and the need to keep going. "Shh," he whispers hoarsely, his hand still slowly pumping his dick. "Go back to sleep, sweetheart." "Are you... jerking off?" you furrowed your brows, your eyes flitting to his cock as he started jerking himself off again.
Matt's face turns beet red with embarrassment as he realizes you're fully awake now. "I-I can explain," he stammers, his hand stilling on his dick. "I didn't mean for this to happen. I was just so... so fucking horny." he admits. "Wet dream or morning wood?" you asked the cause of his predicament with a yawn, as if this was the most normal thing for best friends. "Both?" Matt offers weakly, his face contorting with a cringe. "Look, can we please not make this a big deal? It's just a boner, okay? Guys get them all the time." "I'm not making a big deal." you assured the brunette, sighing as you laid and watched.
Matt hesitates briefly before resuming his slow strokes, eyes darting nervously to ensure you're not too freaked out by what he was doing. His breath grows more ragged as he loses himself in the act, pre-cum steadily dripping onto his stomach. "Did I..." he mutters, realizing you're watching him stroke his cock. "Do you... do you want to watch?" he asks in a throaty whisper, his strokes becoming faster under your gaze. His free hand slowly drifts down to cup his balls, rolling them gently.
You sleepily and silently nodded, your hand sliding down to his on his balls. The boy's eyes widen in surprise, but he doesn't pull away from your touch. Instead, he adjusts his hand to let yours join his, guiding you to help him play with him. His breathing grows heavier, chest rising and falling rapidly against your cheek. Your eyelids were heavy, threatening to flutter shut as you gently rolled his balls in your hand. Your thumb even slowly started rubbing up and down, about an inch from where his sack started, on the base of his cock. Tracing over the singular most prominent vein.
A low, guttural moan escapes his lips as your thumb traces the vein on his shaft. His hips buck slightly, seeking more friction. "Fuck, that feels good," he murmurs, his hand covering yours to press it more firmly against his balls. You squeezed his balls a little bit harder, feeling them contract in your hand. Matt's back arches as you squeeze him, his moans growing louder and more desperate. "Shit, shit, shit..." he chants, his dick throbbing in his hand as he pumps it furiously, pre-cum dripping in steady streams onto his stomach.
"I'm gonna..." Matt's body tenses, his hand squeezing your own as he reaches his climax. With a loud groan, he starts shooting thick, white ropes of cum all over his stomach and chest, his hand continuing to pump his dick as he rides out his orgasm. "Fuuuck!"
You looked up at him, bringing your hand off his balls after he was done cumming. Your eyes flickered from his to his tummy, looking at the puddle of cum, then back into his eyes. Matt's chest heaved as he tries to catch his breath, his eyes still closed as he savors the aftermath of his orgasm. When he finally opens them, he's greeted with your gaze staring at the cum on his stomach. He follows your line of sight, a sheepish grin spreading across his face.
Matt laughs softly at your expression, running a hand through his messy hair. "I swear, I wasn't planning on giving you a free show this morning," he teases, trying to lighten the mood. He glances down at the cum on his stomach again, a thought occurring to him. "But, since you're already awake and all..." he says, a mischievous glint in his eye, "why don't you help me clean this up?" He gestures to the cum on his stomach, a smirk playing on his lips. You sat up next to him, your eyes wide as he said that. "Uhm... excuse me?" the awkward laugh that left your lips only emphasized the absurdity of it all.
He watches you sit up, his smirk growing wider. "With your tongue," he says casually, as if it's the most normal thing in the world. He stretches a bit, resting back his elbows as he presented his cum-coated stomach to you. Matt looks at you expectantly, his stomach still presented for your supposed cleaning duties. "Come on, it's not that weird," he says with a shrug. "We're best friends, and you just watched me jerk off."
"So, as a repayment for me watching you jerk off... I should lick up your cum?" you scoffed out a dry laugh, rolling your eyes at him. "Riiiight." His grin grows even wider at your skeptical response. "Pretty much, yeah," he says, his tone completely serious. "It's only fair, considering you got a free show." He leans back, settling comfortably into the pillows and waiting for you to make your move.
You held your hair out of your face and out of your way, gently starting to lick and slurp up his cum. Matt watches with a mix of amusement and mild surprise as you lean down and start licking up his cum. He hadn't expected you to actually do it, but he's not complaining. He lets out a soft sigh of contentment as you clean him up, your tongue moving efficiently to gather up every last drop. You stopped when he was spotless, sitting back upright and looking down into his eyes as he laid there.
He looks up at you with a strange expression on his face, his eyes locked onto yours. He swallows hard, feeling an odd sensation in his stomach at the way you're looking down at him. He breaks eye contact briefly to look at his now clean stomach, then back up at you. "I was more weirded out by licking your tummy, by the way." you joked, hoping to ease the awkward, but most definitely sexually charged tension.
The brunette lets out a soft laugh, his face relaxing into a more familiar expression. "Well, I hope you at the very least enjoyed the breakfast in bed," he says, sitting up fully, wiping his hands on his on the messy bedsheet beneath him. "sweetheart."
You locked eyes with the sweet-looking boy sitting by himself across the aisle from you, his body facing your direction.
You took the bus almost every day for your commute to and from work, and you'd seen him several times. At first, he would just steal a few timid glances at you here and there. After a while, his gazes started to linger. Now, he was practically devouring you with his eyes.
Today, he had on a red sweater, faded blue jeans, and headphones, and you watched as he hungrily licked his lips before lifting a finger to them as if telling you to keep quiet. His long, dainty digits slithered below his waist, and you watched in awe while he undid his button and took down his zipper. Your mouth fell open slightly as you watched him spit into his hand and reach into his pants.
You would have been disgusted if it were any other man, but there was something so charming about him that you didn't mind watching him stroke himself - in fact, you were enamored with the sight.
You wet your lips as you watched his blue eyes wander towards the back of his head. You could just barely see the swollen, pink tip that was leaking a clear fluid as he sensually massaged it. You lifted your chin, trying to get a glimpse of his length, but the bus came to a halt.
His movements became more subtle as people moved about the bus, some departing, and some boarding. His eyes met yours again, and the two of you exchanged a primal look of desire and lust. He motioned for you to come here with his finger, and you slowly nodded. You got up from your seat, proceeded across the aisle, and sat down beside him.
He slipped his right headphone off of his ear. "What's your name?" You asked him, nibbling on your lip as your gaze flickered between his pretty, bedroom eyes and his gorgeous cock that he was still openly stroking in front of you.
"Matt," he responded, glancing back up at you and the way you stared hungrily down at his length. "I noticed you watching me. Wanna lend me a hand?" He sweetly asked, a smile forming in the corner of his mouth.
Despite how forward he was being, he had this subservience to him, and despite how perverted he was being, he had this innocence to him. You couldn't believe you were about to do a sexual favor for a complete stranger on public transport, but an invisible magnetic force was drawing you in. "I'd love to," you whispered, reaching for his cock and replacing his hand with your own.
You were slow and gentle at first, just wrapping your fingers around him, and you started stroking him up and down. "Ahhh," a soft whimper passed through his lips while his big, blue eyes were locked on the way you were touching him.
"Good boy," you whispered, which made Matt melt, and he bit back a moan, peering up at you with a submissive expression. You continued rubbing his cock, slightly picking up the pace, his heart pounding in his chest. His gaze bounced around the bus to make sure the two of you weren't going to get caught.
For the most part, the passengers were in their own worlds, not paying either of you any mind. The few that did notice either subtly moved their way up towards the front of the bus to get away from the depravity the two of you were exhibiting, or they silently watched, curiosity and arousal overtaking them.
You kept up despite the scene you were causing, your hand gliding over his member, and your thumb swiping over the precum gathering at his slit. "So close," he breathlessly whispered, slamming his eyes shut and knitting his brows together.
"Be a good boy and cum for me," you leaned in, softly speaking into his ear. The sound of your voice and the words leaving your mouth were euphoric to Matt. He had been craving you for so long. "Yes, mommy. Gonna cum," he whined.
Shortly after, his lips slightly parted, letting out a strangled moan as pleasure flooded his system. His pretty cock twitched, quivering in the grasp of your fingers, and a thick, white fluid shot out of his swollen tip, covering your hand.
You continued slowly rubbing his length until you'd drained him of every last drop, his whimpers finally dying down. He flicked his gaze down at the mess the two of you had made, and he peered back up at you, giving you a shy smile contrary to how bold he was a few minutes ago.
"Thank you, mommy. That was the best hand job ever."
Request: anon—I need more Sub!Colby my life depends on it
Summary: The tension in your friends with benefits relationship with Colby escalates into a massive blowup when he won’t admit that he is yours and you are his.
Warnings: Angst, Alcohol, Colby x Reader smut, Sub Colby, Dom Reader, Overstimulation, Bondage, Subspace, Squirting, Unprotected sex
Words: 8.3k
No Y/N Used
Title is from ‘Jaws’ by Sleep Token
Perhaps my downfall began the moment I agreed to playing friends with benefits with Colby about eight months ago after he agreed to pretend to be my boyfriend to protect me from an ex-boyfriend—
It wasn’t until it inevitably blew up in my face that I realized it was a bad decision.
Now, should I have anticipated it? Yes.
Should I have prepared for my fragile heart to become completely and utterly obsessed with him in every way? Also yes.
Instead, I pretended like I was a brick wall even though I knew it felt like my knees were stuffed with cotton after having less than seven hours of sleep at night. Maybe I had a bedtime now, and maybe I couldn’t wear jeans in the summer, but we all get old.
I didn’t realize that having a numbingly tender heart was another side effect of it as well.
Or maybe it was all Colby’s fault and none of mine.
After our previously twice a month cavorts in Colby’s bed, never mine, I left quickly. It became difficult for me to look at Sam in the eyes once he found out what Colby and I got up to behind closed doors. It put a stall in our friendship, and the dynamic was too unbalanced. I had never seen Sam so confrontational. After we communicated and I realized that Sam didn’t care as long as we would all still be friends in the end, these meet up happened once a week rather than twice a month.
Blame it on our relief of not having to sneak around anymore, or blame it on Sam like I found most appealing. The concept of Colby’s routine friends with benefits situation being Sam’s fault was too funny for me to not pass up on.
Until the first flutter happened.
The worst part was, we weren’t even in bed.
I remembered that afternoon nearly every day since, and I tried to use every flaming toxic thought to incinerate the butterflies that were born in my stomach that sunny day. God, it was so hot. Mid July in Las Vegas wasn’t forgiving, I learned that much.
What I also learned that day was when Colby spoke with this warmth—an ardor he only had when it was about particular topics that were closely personal to him—something deep and fiery ignited in me.
I didn’t think much of it at first, but as the night settled and we had drinks under starlight on the patio of that club in the sky, I realized that blue eyes could reflect starlight too.
I laid myself down in my bed that night a bit too aggressively in order to knock the thoughts out of my pounding pre-hangover. It wasn’t enough. With every second, hour, and day, I thought of Colby more and more.
And the worst part was that it was in a new kind of way.
Definitely not a friends with benefits kind of way.
Not a friendly kind of way.
My legs were still quivering from last night.
Before I opened my eyes, I knew I’d feel it. It was rare that I pushed and pushed Colby enough for him to actually lose control and ruin my chances at having a fully productive day the next. I cramped as I rolled over and tried to grab my phone off my table.
My phone wasn’t on the table.
In fact, my table was in the wrong place completely.
I opened my eyes and adjusted to a brighter lighting that my bedroom never had in the morning. I had west facing windows.
The sheets were too soft and dark and—
I sat up straight.
Colby lay asleep next to me. My heart pounded behind my bruised ribs and I sat frozen in uncertainty. What was I supposed to do? I broke one of our rules; one of our—if not, the—most important rule in this arrangement.
We weren’t supposed to stay overnight.
Better yet, that morphed into I wasn’t supposed to stay the night. I was always allowed to stay for as long as I wanted in their house, but between Colby and I, I was only allowed to sleep in an extra room. Not his bed.
And then, it happened again.
My heart skipped a beat at the sight of him there. He looked well rested; far from the stressed out shell of himself he was yesterday afternoon. His hair was messy and pushed back across the pillows. Then my eyes caught the few streaks of red on his back, his sides.
My already parched throat clamped shut when I realized those were marks from my nails. I remembered doing that; I didn’t think I held onto him that hard. Then he stirred.
I looked away, I didn’t know what to do, I didn’t know what time it was or where my phone was, I didn’t know if he would be upset—
“Hey,” a sweet half awake voice said. I looked at him on reflex. He hardly opened his eyes. It looked like he saw me once and then closed them in fear of the burning morning light.
Then his arms were out and one settled around me. He pulled me in, but on impulse, I pulled back.
When I fought him and tried to sit up straight, he went rigid.
A tension fell over the room and I didn’t know what to say. I didn’t even know if I could speak yet, for that matter.
“Come here,” he sighed with a heaviness that conveyed more to me than just those words.
He knew we were breaking a rule, but he didn’t care.
I didn’t move.
How could I move? If I laid myself down into him, I would stress my heart out. If I got out of bed, it would feel brittle. Hostile, almost.
Colby sighed.
“Colby,” I gasped without thinking. “We—I didn’t mean—“
”Yeah,” he cut me off. I was taken back by his sudden firm tone. I looked at him. He avoided eye contact with me with a darkness in his eyes.
”What? Why are you upset?”
”I’m not.”
I scoffed.
”What’s wrong with you?” That accusatory tone welled anger inside of me. Mixed with the butterflies and the confusion, I wanted to cry.
“We—I literally—are you okay?”
”Well I thought I was.”
I got out of bed with a sigh.
”What are you doing?” He gasped as he sat up.
”Colby!” I exasperated as I grabbed my clothes off the floor. “I stayed overnight!”
”I can see that.”
”Isn’t that—“ I heaved my bra on. “It’s that something you definitely didn't want to happen.”
“I mean, not particularly, I guess—“
”Then I’m leaving.”
”You don’t have to,” he rushed. I looked at him as my shirt fell over my body. His eyes called for me with a longing I wanted nothing more than to dive straight in to. Instead, I pulled my jeans over my aching hips. I noticed the way his eyes scanned the bruises in between the legs and on my hips and neck.
“I have to. We broke a rule.”
”How important are the rules anyway?”
I stood speechless as we stared each other down.
“You literally demanded that I leave on night even when we were drunk and I couldn’t drive. You said that only Sam was allowed to know, so when my best friend accidentally found out because we both know how bad of a liar I am, you were so mad at me you didn’t touch me for two months. You said that—“
”I get it,” he spat. “Alright. I get it.”
”So when it’s my turn to uphold our stupid rules, suddenly they don’t matter? All because you feel like breaking them?”
”You think I want to break them?” He scoffed. My eyes widened. “It’s not my fault you fell asleep in a bed that’s not yours.”
Heat blazed through my mouth, down my throat, and to my heart.
”Considering I’m fucking you in your bed more often than even you sleep in it, I’d say it’s just as much mine as it is yours.”
He grumbled my name. I knew that tone; he rolled his eyes with it. I passed the foot of his bed and reached for the door handle.
“Don’t come in here for like a month.” I scoffed. It nearly turned into a laugh. I whirled around to face him.
”Yeah, as if you could last that long. At this point, it seems like you need me or something. Maybe you should be more grateful that one of your best friends even puts up with your bullshit like I do.”
I slammed the door on my way out.
And if I sobbed in my car all the way home, there was no one to witness it.
Two days later, my best friend told me I needed to get out of bed for myself or else she would yank me out and force me out of the house herself.
Regardless, I would be crying and pissed off, so I got out of bed.
In my eyes, I was pathetic. With every hour that passed without a word from Colby, my heart ached more and more. It wasn’t like he kicked me out of his life.
He kicked me out of his bed, and it wasn’t even permanent. I wasn’t even supposed to be in his bed anyway. This butterflies turned into a family of butterflies over time, so I assumed that my lack of self control was to blame.
If only I didn’t let my heart run too far from me and into Colby’s arms.
I’d be pissed too. Maybe he knew. Maybe he slowly caught on to the fact that when he kissed me—only while he was buried inside of me, of course, we weren’t allowed to kiss outside of sex—I always kissed him back twice as hard. Maybe he caught on to the fact that when he edged the tears out of my bleary eyes, they were called by unrequited love rather than his harsh hands.
Was it even love at this point?
If I didn’t love him, I would have taken a shot and moved on once after a good drunk cry.
The last meal I had was with him.
”Literally—“ I sat on the bathroom counter and leaned against the mirror with wet trails down my face. “You’re an idiot. But we know that. We also know that Colby’s an idiot so this could work out.” I glared at my best friend as she dabbed my face with a cotton ball. My tears smeared the foundation work she did.
”So what you’re saying is he could either want me or never want to see me again.”
With enthusiasm, she nodded her head with a smile.
“I hate you.”
”Come on,” she said and popped my thigh lightly. “You look great. We’re going to be late anyway.”
”Like usual,” I sighed. She grabbed my wrist and yanked me out of the bathroom.
The club was louder than usual.
Hotter.
I couldn’t tell if the sun was five degrees closer to this exact point on Earth or if a darkness hung over the ambient fog as a mirror. My arm already linked in hers, my best friend b-lined for the bar. Two shots down and a drink in hand, we seeked our friends out. They already had a table.
“Look who decided to show up!” I turned to Tara when her arms flooded around me like a blanket. “I can’t believe it’s been like what, three days now? I was concerned I wasn’t going to see you before I went home.”
”Thankfully I could make it,” I sighed and our conversations fell into motion.
The elephant in my head was screaming.
”Where’s Sam and Colby?” My best friend asked first.
”I don’t know,” Jake said. His eyes scanned the club. At least they were here. “They went off after a few shots.”
“You guys want to?” She pressed on, and I waited for everyone else’s answer to decide for myself.
Did I want to?
I didn’t know if I fully wanted to see what the two were getting up to.
”Actually sure,” Johnnie was first to speak up. Jake agreed, and when it seemed like everyone else was on board, I too followed them.
With weak knees, sure, I followed them nonetheless.
The bass in my bones was appreciated.
My best friend’s arm was a crutch as we followed our friends and danced in a sea of drunk people who wouldn’t remember the way I was on the verge of tears anyway.
Time slipped away from me and that was how I knew I was drunk.
Colby wasn't on my mind anymore; I had forgotten we even went looking for the two anyway. As we danced, the tension was relieved from my body, and my best friend, Tara and I merged with the crowd and shuffled with them. We took another shot. More dancing. More singing. More laughing.
And the world paused.
Oh, it's Colby— my drunk mind happily thought as if I hadn't been heartbroken by him and as if we hadn't just been looking for him. Then I noticed the brunette against him.
His hands were on her hips, his tongue practically down her throat, and I couldn't blink away the image of them there grinding against each other. The only thing I could think was how ridiculous they looked together because she was obscenely small.
She might have been as big as Tara; might.
Before soberness truly settled in, I acted on impulse and darted straight for them. My eyes were on him, not her, him. The familiar skin, familiar soft hair.
She didn't know the difference between his footsteps and Sam’s.
I grabbed her by the arm and flung her off of him. From the sheer velocity her body wrought passed me, I must have been significantly bigger than her. Sure, I was taller, but I could dunk her in a pool fully clothed and lift her out of it by her shoulders.
Colby looked at me with emotionlessly dark eyes.
I stood my ground in front of him confidently without breaking the stare. Not even to blink.
Then, his hands lifted, grabbed my face, and he kissed me.
I was fluent in the movement of his mouth and body against mine. I could identify his taste out of a pool of other people. I knew him by his hands alone. But I didn’t know this feeling. I didn’t know these sensations; the ones that mimicked the swarm of butterflies that infected my stomach when he was simply near me.
I could have made an embarrassing noise, but the music drowned it out. Only he felt it, and it made him taste me deeper. I grabbed him and pulled him closer. One of his arms draped around my waist and the next thing I knew, my body was flush with his.
I thought I knew anger, but when I felt how hard he was against me already, anger I hadn’t met before seeped into my veins.
I pulled away from him. A look must have contorted across my face, because he flinched and broke the stare. His eyes fluttered quickly, and I couldn’t choose between leaving him there or getting on my knees in front of the whole club.
This anger must have been jealousy, because only my hands were allowed to touch him for all these months.
“If you need me,” I said with a quiet venom that tasted all too sweet. “I’ll be in our bed.”
And I turned on my heel and left the club.
My best friend and I lived in the same apartment complex deliberately within walking distance of our favorite strip of clubs. Before I exited, a hand grabbed my elbow. I spun as if I were actually prepared to hit Colby in the face, but my best friend stared back at me in shock.
”What the fuck is happening?”
”I’m running home then I’m going to Colby’s. Don’t wait up for me.” Knowing she would get the details in the late noon, she turned and left.
It was at most, 30 minutes later when I stepped foot in their house. Of course I knew the code.
I ordered the Uber when I saw my apartment in the distance. I changed clothes, tossed a bag together, and waited outside in the humid night for this ride straight to Sam and Colby’s house.
I didn’t even care that Sam had no warning. I didn’t care that Colby and I didn’t discuss this at first.
The numbness I felt was incomprehensible, and under it was a lake of fiery rage. I didn’t have a plan, but I knew that when I saw Colby walk into his bedroom that night it would come to me.
I lay myself down on his bed.
The room was dark aside from the orange glow from the bedside table. His silk sheets were cool against my body, and I almost fell asleep. The silence of the house cooled my temper, and the light spinning of the overhead fan lulled me to comfortable relaxation.
I only wore the white t-shirt I came here in. My gray sweatpants were on the floor.
He could find out what I wore underneath later.
I was almost asleep. The stillness called me until I forgot about where I was.
Until the shrill of the front door pounced me awake. I lay still as could be. I heard the familiar voices—they were alone—and then footsteps. It wasn’t Colby; the closing of a door.
I waited. Then I realized, what if Colby wasn’t coming upstairs? It was hard for me to find someone who matched my pettiness, but Colby outdid me sometimes.
Then the door opened and closed again.
Then voices.
Then the front door.
Oh.
Colby and I were alone now. Unless he left with Sam. Unless this all was—
His bedroom door opened.
My eyes met his; hazy with alcohol but significantly sobered since the last time I saw them. I sat up to my elbows. Colby didn't know what to say. I think he was just as caught off guard by our actions tonight as I was.
“Come here,” I said. My voice hardly broke a whisper, but it did. He slipped out of his shoes as he crawled onto the bed and sat in front of me. The moment I saw that look in those eyes, the plan came to me.
He sucked in a startled breath when I kissed him. He kissed me back. We were on the right track.
I held his face and licked into his mouth and he hummed as his hands trailed from my sides up my back. I straddled him and was pleased when he didn’t fight it. He didn’t fight. He didn’t even try to win dominance and taste me for himself.
So when I laced my fingers with his jacket and shrugged it off of him, he not only conceded but also pulled his shirt off as well. My heart thrashed against my ribs as I kissed him. I caught my breath before I kissed down his neck. He didn’t speak, and I allowed his hands to feel me.
The moment his hands went under my shirt, I backed away.
”Lay down,” I said. He hesitated. I knew he would put up a fight, so this sweet demeanor on my tongue had to last. “Please,” I sighed.
He caved, and when he lay down, I straddled him.
“Oh my god—“ he gasped when I leaned down and kissed him. My hands tore across his skin. I made sure there wasn’t an inch of it missed. My nails trailed down his sides, his arms, and wrists before I latched onto his hands.
Then, he thrusted his hips up into me.
”Fuck—“ He moaned when I interlaced our fingers and pinned his hands on either side of his head. I rolled my hips against his.
When his eyes rolled back, I flickered my gaze to the handcuffs.
I could not risk a miscalculation.
Without hesitation, I dragged his right hand up, grabbed the cuff and clicked it tightly around his wrist.
“What—“ He gasped, his voice breaking from the shock. Chilling vibrations cut through the center of me, and my hands shook as they wrestled with him. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”
”Giving you what you deserve.”
I got off of him.
”I swear to god—no. Grab the key, now—“
”Mm, you never told me where you keep it, unfortunately.” The abrasive mess in which he said my name gutted me with fear, but what could he do?
His right hand was handcuffed above his head.
Yes, Colby still had his left hand free, but if I wanted to get away from him, I could.
I had the power. Now, though, I had to figure out how to get his other hand locked up.
Colby laughed.
”Um, no? It’s in the fucking drawer,” his head tossed towards his table next to the bed. “Get the key.”
”No,” I said firmly. I sat in front of him on my knees.
“Get the fucking key, now. Unlock me.”
”No,” I said with a laugh. “You pissed me the fuck off. I think I should give you what I’ve been wanting to for so long.”
”Yeah?” He laughed. That flare of anger in his eyes made my stomach flip over itself. “And what’s that?”
”A taste of your own medicine. I’m a firm believer that you should at least know what it feels like to be treated the same way you treat someone else.” He scoffed.
”You cannot think that you can make me lose myself like I make you. You’re such a brainless mess after I had my way with you.”
”Is that a challenge?”
”What? No it’s—“
”It’s sounding like you’re giving yourself away, Colby,” I sighed and dropped my head to the side. His eyes softened as he watched my hair fall over my shoulder. “Challenging me kind of sounds like you want it.”
”I don’t want anything except for you to unlock me.”
”And what would you do to me if I did?’
”I’d tie you up and make you cum over and over until you’re crying saying you’re sorry and reminding yourself that you’re mine and mine only.”
”Oh,” I gasped. He stared blankly at my faux realization. “Thank you for the ideas, that doesn’t sound too bad now, does it?”
He said my name with finality; a warning.
I climbed over him and reached his table. But then his left hand came up and grabbed my side so rough that I yelled.
”Colby!” I screamed and slapped his arm.
”Come here,” he demanded. We wrestle until I finally bent his arm back and pinned it down with my knee. He lost all leverage. “You’re in so much trouble once I’m free.”
”Pf yeah,” I scoffed with a laugh. “If you can even speak when I free you.” His hand curled up and he scratched his nails into my skin. I gasped and pinned his hand down tightly. He dragged in a cold breath with a gasp. ”You made me bleed!” I yelled. He looked at me with wide eyes that broke from our playful banter. At least I thought it was playful; honestly, I was being dead serious and by the roughness he handled me with, I assumed he was being serious as well.
“Now,” I started again. “Be good and let me get stuff.” He laughed at me. “Colby,” I demanded and dug my thumb into the tendons of his wrist.
”Hey!” He cried in pain and tried to drag his hand back.
”You’re going to be good for me, right?” His eyes shined darkly up at me as if he were a child throwing a fit over being grounded. “Colby,” I groaned his name through gritted teeth.
Then, his eyes widened when I straddled him.
Immediately, his free hand came up and held my hip. The sweetness didn’t last long; he slapped my ass harshly and then dug his nails into the flesh until it too probably bled.
”Colby!” I shouted at him, and my hand found his throat.
He looked up at me in shock, and I stared down with an evil ever growing smile.
”Get the fuck off of me.”
”No,” I spat back. I squeezed. He closed his eyes once then opened again.
He said my name again with a grit on the end.
”I said no!” And I choked him harder. He sucked in an uneven breath.
His grip on my hip didn’t hurt anymore.
”Now give me your other hand.”
This time, he didn’t say anything, he simply shook his head.
”Be good for me and give me your other hand. I can’t trust that you won’t try to stop me from giving you what you deserve.” He opened his eyes.
They were hazier.
”And what do you think I deserve?”
“Everything you’ve given me.” He laughed again.
”I’d like to see you try.
And his other hand raised up and lay down above his head.
I essentially gawked at him, but didn’t lose the chance. Quickly, I wrapped the cuff around his wrist and I looked down to his eyes when they clicked tightly shut. He stared up at me in anticipation, and after I finally dragged myself out from drowning in his eyes, I got off of him.
”What? No come back—“
”Don’t tell me what to do. Do you allow me to give orders?”
“No but giving orders isn’t your job.” I scoffed as I looked through the stash of toys we had in his drawer.
“Says the person locked to the bed.”
”Oh my fucking god,” he grumbled deeply. I grabbed what I wanted and came back. “I’m going to tear you apart when you’re done.”
”I bet,” I laughed.
”What the fuck are you doing with those?” I didn’t respond as I left the fleshlight and vibrator on the bed next to us. He sucked in a breath as I unbuttoned his pants.
We knew.
It was too obvious.
He should have been grateful I didn’t make a remark from how painfully hard he was in his jeans already.
But then—
But then I decided that I really couldn’t lose this moment in teasing him.
”So was it the fact that you’re handcuffed to the bed or the fact that I choked you that you’re already hard as fuck?” He gasped my name.
”Shut the fuck up.”
”No, no, I asked you a question.” I didn’t know where the sudden string of confidence came from, but I basked in it. I hovered over him like he would hover over me, and his eyes were dark with anger. “You answer my questions, Colby.”
”That was a stupid question.”
”If I said that to you, what would I deserve?”
“I would slap you and then, well, you wouldn’t deserve to cum—“
His words were hardly out of his mouth before I slapped him.
I smiled widely as his eyes widened in shock before they melted into a deeper anger. My hand lowered to his throat and I tightened like he would frequently tighten his hand around me.
“Thank you so much for all the ideas, you really are insightful.”
”Wait—“ I cut him off with a kiss. He kissed me back furiously, and my own head grew fuzzy from the way he pushed his tongue in my mouth and tasted me like he hadn’t been able to for years. I pulled away and his head collapsed back to the pillow with a pitiful groan.
“You’re ridiculous,” I sighed as I kissed down his neck.
”How?” He asked. His voice wavered. I knew all his ticks; I knew that kissing down his neck and chest made him feel as light and fuzzy as it made me when he locked me up.
“You’re acting like I haven’t allowed you to touch me for years.”
”Yeah it’s basically the same thing.” I laughed as I kissed over his chest and chills raced down his body in the wake of my breath.
“You fucked the shit out of me three nights ago, Colby.” I knew he hated it when I talked to him like this; confident jeers laced with spite.
“Oh fuck—“ He moaned when I rolled my hips with his. I too sucked in a fast breath because the friction of his jeans against my thin soaked underwear caught me off guard. I kissed down his skin and left love bites wherever I pleased. Each time I sucked and bit his skin and broke his evenly toned skin with blue and purple bruises, he shuddered and moaned.
I didn’t tease him for it in fear that he would conceal them.
Then my mouth reached his pantline. He gasped my name.
There it was.
There was a different tone in his voice. A breathiness; a desperation. I looked up at him. His head was tossed back and he must have felt my stare because he looked straight at me.
”What? What’s wrong?” I teased. He shook his head and rolled his eyes.
”You’re the one being ridiculous now.”
”Oh am I?”
“Yes,” he gritted his teeth. He pushed his head against his arm.
“How am I being ridiculous now?”
”You know.”
”I don’t know anything,” I sighed and shook my head. My fingertips still invaded his underwear and slid across the skin that was indented from the band.
His breathing was deeper now.
”Tell me what you want.”
”I don’t want anything.” I almost laughed out loud at that lie. The biggest lie. His eyes were nearly glazed over and his breathing was deep and uneven. When I moved over the front of his jeans, his hips ever so slightly thrusted up at me.
”You are such a liar,” I laughed. “Now tell me what you want.”
”I don’t—“
”I will do this all fucking night, Colby, so tell me what you want, now.” His eyes stared down at me widely, emotionlessly. He believed me. He bit his lip in thought. “Seriously, I will keep you here like this. You’re so hard already I know you have to cum to make it go away. So are you able to cum like this? With no one touching y—“
”Okay! Just-Just take off my pants.” I smiled down at him.
”You want me to take off your pants?”
”Yes.”
”What do you say?” A glare shot up in my direction. “You should be fluent in how to politely ask questions, right? Since you’ve trained me so well to be polite.” A loud gasp shot through his mouth when I pushed a knee down over his arousal.
“Fuck—“ He cried and tossed his head back.
”Ask me nicely for what you want and maybe I’ll give it to you.”
”Please.”
The word was so incredibly subtle but it was there.
”What did you say? I didn’t hear you.”
”I said please,” he groaned louder.
”Please what?” That fiery gaze behind his eyes almost made me tremble.
”Take off my pants, please.”
”Mm-hm…” I hummed. I watched as he tensed from where my fingers lightly traced across his body. “That was shit. Ask again.”
”I swear to god—What do you want from me?”
”You know exactly what I want from you,” I spat as I lowered my face to his. He tried to lift up and kiss me but he couldn’t reach. “Now ask me nicely or I will get up and leave you here.”
”I already asked—“ My hand pinned his throat down to the bed.
”Try again.”
He moaned my name.
”That’s not what I’m asking—“
”Oh shit—please,” he moaned. This time it was real. His eyes closed with pleasure as I lowered my weight on his jeans. My other hand touched every inch of his skin and dipped below the waistband of his pants. I knew it was evil, but I pushed him further and further.
“Please what?”
”Can you please take off my pants? Please?”
Butterflies erupted in my stomach when his voice softened with yearning. A want so deep; I knew how that felt. That was a true desperation that I had never heard from him before.
”Oh my god,” I whispered. “You sound so nice,” I praised.
This time when I kissed down his body, I unzipped his pants. Uneven breaths were my only response as I slowly pulled the black denim off. My own heart raced and my own skin caught on fire when he was free from them. His head met the pillow and every time I looked up to his face, I caught his eyes fluttering shut more often than not.
“Holy shit,” he moaned freely. I looked down in between us. I grinded down on him and I too almost lost myself in the pleasure. He was so hot and wet against me that even though we both were underwear, could I even call this dry humping? I moved against him tighter, and this time, he fucked his hips up into mine.
”Fuck, Colby—“ I accidentally moaned.
And that woke him up.
He looked up at me with that haze gone from his eyes. Anger dwelled there now, and he looked down in between us where I continuously rocked.
”What, does it feel so good now that you’re already losing that fake dominance? I know you’re already losing it; you’ve been pretending to not freak out this entire time—oh shit.”
I didn’t waste a second more. I yanked his underwear down and pulled him free from the rough confines. His head rolled and I watched as his lips parted. He fought it. I knew he did; he fought expressing how relieving it felt.
”What were you saying?” I teased brightly. He tried to fight it still. Then his eyes rolled back.
”Oh my god,” he moaned, and I smiled as I stroked him slowly. Painfully, infuriatingly slowly. “Stop. Just—“
”Okay.”
And I dropped him.
”No, I mean stop teasing. Holy shit, just touch me.”
”That was mean,” I gasped. “If you really wanted it, you would beg for it.”
“Shut the hell up.” He didn't laugh. He slowly lost it; it was too evident. I knew that when he laughed that was when my metaphorical tail shoved between my legs. But this faux anger?
Colby was slowly breaking.
”I don't think I will. I think you should nicely ask me for what you want and then I will give it to you.”
He warned me with my name on his wet lips.
”Colby, be good for me and ask sweetly.”
”Please,” he grumbled. His hair spread across the pillow in frustration. “Please touch me.” He immediately choked on moans when I stroked him tightly. My hand was firmer than he liked and I moved so quickly that his eyes snapped closed. “Oh my god, oh my god, that’s—holy shit—that’s too much—oh fuck!”
”Is it? I thought you wanted me to touch you.”
“Oh fuck—“ I watched as his chest rose up and down quickly. “Please—“
My stomach fell out of its place.
I didn’t ask for him to say that please.
”I’m sorry what?” I gasped.
He moaned my name. I quickened my pace. His stomach tensed and he lurched forward.
”Please!” He almost shouted.
”Please what?” I asked.
”I’m—oh my god—you’re going too fast.”
”How am I going too fast?” My voice was calm even though a storm lay behind my eyes.
“I’m-I’m—oh my god—I’m gonna cum.”
”Yeah?” I pitifully laughed as my eyes watched his every move, every breath. He didn’t need to use words to communicate with me.
His chest rose and fell, his wrists yanked at the cuffs, and his hips thrusted up into my hand. He sucked in a harsh breath and—
“No,” he gasped when I dropped him again. I sat back up and allowed his fiery eyes to rake over my body.
I took off my shirt and I swear he stopped breathing. Then he rolled his eyes back and laid his head on the pillow.
The lace of my bra matched my underwear; he knew what that meant.
”What’s wrong?” I teased. An airy tone lodged itself on my tongue and I couldn’t help but smile at his recoiling body. “Did you finally figure out that this is what I planned to do all along?”
”You’re such a bitch,” he whined.
”I am?” I gasped. I leaned over him and grabbed his face with a hand. His wide eyes stared up at me. “You’re the one who thought it was a good idea to make out with that random bitch! You-You—after literally fucking everything too?” My voice was loud and I shoved his head back down. When I stood back on my knees again, he looked at me with a sort of desperation in his eyes that I hadn’t seen before. “God knows what you did to her! You get her number? Did you touch her? If it weren’t for me, you probably would have fucked her tonight, wouldn’t you?”
”No—“
”Don’t lie to me!” My voice made him flinch. He moaned my name. “I’m serious! You are so goddamn confusing and selfish, Colby! I wanted you so bad and that’s how you repay me?”
”No it’s-it’s not—“
”Then why would you do it?” I asked.
His body lurched forward when I grabbed him and stroked him quickly. He moaned my name again and I wanted to bask in the beautiful sound, but I couldnt.
”Tell me!”
”Because—oh shit!”
”Colby!” I grabbed his hip with my other hand and left bloody crescent moons.
”Fuck! I’m—holy shit, please—I’m going to cum—“
”And I’m not stopping until you tell me—Actually,” I sighed as I remembered the toys on the bed. I grabbed the fleshlight.
”Fuck no, I’m—oh my fucking god—!”
”Why did you do that to me, hm?” I asked as I abrasively stoked him with the toy. His eyes rolled back and his body writhed under me. His moans were rough and he muttered incoherent words. “Colby?”
”Because—“ He gasped. He tried to bring his head up, but he couldn’t keep still and rested it against his arm.
”Tell me, now,” I spat. He looked up at me.
His eyes were glossy and a haze filled them again, only this time, his mouth spouted incoherent words endlessly.
”Colby—“
”I’m coming—“
”Fucking tell me,” I doubled down.
The second his eyes snapped shut and lips parted to elicit the prettiest moans I ever heard, I watched as I stroked him through his orgasm. My heart stammered in my chest when I watched his cum streak from the end of the silicon. I dragged in a breath so that I wouldn’t cave—so that I wouldn’t moan—and I focused on the pain in my heart as his cum poured onto his skin and all over my hand and the toy.
”Stop,” he gasped breathlessly.
”Not until you tell me why you would do that to me.”
He said my name. His voice broke at the end.
”Colby,” I gritted my teeth. “Tell me why you thought it would be already with you breaking my heart like that.”
”I didn’t—oh my fucking god, please!” His voice was loud; it reverberated in my bones.
”You did!” I squeezed harder and this time, his body reeled against itself. His legs kicked out and he tried to push me away. “You kissed her, shit, you probably were going to fuck her too!”
”I fucking wasn’t! I didn’t!” He screamed. Tears welled in his eyes.
“Okay, then why did you flirt—“
”I wanted you!” My heart stop. “Fuck, please! Please, I’m sorry. I’m sorry! I didn’t-didn’t kiss or fuck anyone! I needed you, want you so bad, but you didn’t-didn’t want me so-so I thought—“
”You thought making out with someone else was the right thing?” I gasped. Tears fell down his face now.
”Yes!” He cried. “Because then I can get ov-over you—you didn’t want-want me!” I slowed down my movements.
”Col-Colby,” I stuttered quietly. “You can safeword.”
And he laughed.
Heat boiled under my skin—something akin to humiliation—and so I grabbed the vibrator and turned it on.
“Holy shit—“ I cut his moan off by pushing the vibrator against his tip.
”You’re such an asshole, Jesus Christ,” I groaned. He writhed against the sheets as his wrists must have been bruises from the cuffs.
”Please,” he whined at that point, and I stroked him with a steady pace.
”So mean to me,” I sighed. “I like you Colby, Jesus Christ I like you so much; you’re all I wanted for so long, and you’re an idiot enough to make me jealous to get with me?”
“I’m sorry, please—”
”You can safewor—“
”No,” he cut me off. “No just-just please just…”
”Just what, baby?” I asked sweetly. He moaned loudly again.
”Fuck fuck fuck, I’m—holy shit!” I looked down at my work on him. My hand still stroked him with the clear silicon and my own teal vibrator buzzed him to the highest point of overstimulation. Fuck, he was so incredibly flushed red and purple; I didn’t know how much more he could handle and he was clearly too arrogant to safeword.
”Tell me, tell me now, Colby. What’s wrong?” He groaned as he tugged on the cuffs more and more.
He wouldn’t stop chanting expletives so I stroked him faster and faster—
“Holy shit,” I gasped as quick and faint clear spurts came from him. “What the fuck; did you squirt for me, baby? Have you even done that before?” He choked on nothing as words left him. He still squirmed away from me, and while he wasn’t quite where I needed him yet, at least he couldn’t speak anymore. “You’re so fucking hot for as stupid as you are,” I said before I leaned over and kissed down his skin again. His shook timidly with every passing of my lips and breath, and when I reached the mess he made on his lower stomach, I licked it up and he moaned and tried to thrust his hips up.
”More?” I gasped. “You want more?”
”No! Please, no. No way.”
”Oh, so you still can speak?” He glared up at me and that was when I noticed it.
He didn’t pull at the cuffs anymore.
I took the vibrator off of him. He slumped back as deep breaths filled his burning lungs.
And when I took the fleshlight off of him, he relaxed so deeply that I thought he would pass out. Until I straddled him.
He gasped and looked up at me. I watched as my hands touched him, teased him, and I ground myself down on him. I knew he hardly had anything left of him; his head fell back immediately and bright eyes rolled back.
I didn’t care though. He didn’t meet his breaking point yet. So took my underwear off over him and he watched me hazily. His eyes didn’t leave my body, especially not when my aching arousal was right in front of him.
”What?” I asked with a slight laugh in my tone. He finally looked at my eyes. “Do you really not want to fuck me now?”
He moaned my name.
”You don’t?”
”Fuck,” he gasped. “Want it so bad.”
”What do you want?” He rolled his eyes with a moan. It turned into a gasp when I grinded down on him. It took everything in me to not melt from the way his body mended with mine. Our fluids mixed and he was so wet already and slightly less hard than usual; I almost sank down on him by accident multiple times.
”Please,” he whined.
”Please what?”
”Just want you,” he said through gritted teeth like it was a challenge.
”What do you want me to do?” I shot back.
”Fuck me,” he finally whispered. My head cocked to the side as if I misheard him.
”I’m sorry what?” I slid against him again and his head met the pillows.
“Oh my fucking god, please! Fuck me, please fuck me. I need you so bad. Just fuck—oh fuck!” I pushed myself down on him, and I gasped when I finally was full.
“Holy shit Colby,” rushed out of my mouth so fast that I let go of the dominance for a second. I rocked my hips lazily as if I tried to gather my bearings; as if I was the one edged and overstimulated to hell and back. “You feel so damn good oh fuck.”
Rivers of moans flowed from him and I drank all of them up. I moved faster and faster until we both were sweaty and breathless. The way he looked up at me through hazy eyes and wordless moans pulled me in and I couldn’t resist. I brought myself down and kissed him, and oh, he kissed me back like it was the first and last time he could.
He licked into my mouth and I allowed it; I didn’t fight for more dominance. I didn’t know how to, not when he felt this unbelievable.
“Shit—“ He gasped against my lips.
”What?” I whispered when I pulled back.
“Close,” he whispered too.
”Already?” I teased. “You’re going to cum again for me?” He nodded quickly and I pressed him back down to the pillow with my hand around his throat.
“Yes,” he choked when I squeezed tightly. “I’m so—oh shit—so close!” He whined and I kept moving even as I knew my own orgasm was just as close.
“Yeah baby? Are you going to be so good for me and fill me with your cum?” He nodded quickly.
”Yes, please. Fuck, you feel so good.” I smiled down at him and I retracted my hand from his throat. He moaned freely and lay on the bed without tension. God, I loved it. I understood now how he loved the thrill of being in control.
I couldn’t get over the sight of his lax body on the bed and lax hands in the cuffs.
I grabbed the vibrator again.
”What—“
”Shh,” I told him. I turned it on then lowered it behind me. “You’re going to cum again for me right?”
”Yes! Why—fuck,” he choked on nothing and his jaw dropped. His eyes closed tightly and I marveled at the pleasure that painted his face when I pushed the vibrator against his perineum.
”What baby?” I teased again. And he writhed again, his breath grew faster and faster.
”Coming,” he choked out once and I turned the vibrator on a higher setting.
I knew when his orgasm crashed into him again. Another loud moan pushed from him and he couldn’t open his eyes. His face still gleamed wet from the tears, and I couldn’t stop watching him even as his body shook from even more overstimulation.
”Oh my fucking god—ugh!” He practically screamed my name when I didn’t stop my movements. I watched as his fingers tangled together so he could hold onto something and he pushed his cheek into the pillow as if I was too bright of a light for him to look at.
”Fuck Colby,” I moaned as I felt it grow and grow in my stomach. “Fuck, Colby—“ I gasped again as I couldn’t help it, I couldn’t control it anymore.
He opened his eyes again and watched me when I took the vibrator away from him and pressed it against myself. Immediately when it touched me, my climax hit me violently and I fell forward and held myself up by my hand next to his raised arm.
”Fuck! Oh my god, Colby,” I moaned his name as I rode out my high. I knew he watched me breathlessly. When I opened my eyes, his were still enchanted with me. “Holy shit,” I laughed. “You made me cum so hard.” A small smile pulled at his dark lips as he caught his breath.
”Oh my god—“ I pulled off of him and he finally relaxed fully on the bed. It took a second, but when I hovered over him, his cum pooled on his lower stomach again. “Come here,” he mumbled.
”What?” I asked. “I’m right here.”
”Taste you,” he slurred his words. Taken aback, it took a second or too until I walked on my knees up to his face. My legs shook with every movement until I was over him and he raised himself up and licked me once, twice, before pressing his tongue into me.
I moaned his name and palmed at his hair until he was finished with me. He looked up at me and from that look in his eyes, I knew he would never be finished with me. He just cleaned all that he could.
I kissed him. I kissed him so sweetly that he hummed in contentment and laid himself back down in the plush bedding. I pulled away and kissed his neck a few times before looking at him.
That haze in his eyes didn’t go away yet.
He didn’t pull at the cuffs.
He didn’t say anything yet.
”Let me unlock you now,” I said and he only nodded.
When I unlocked him, his hands dropped to the mattress and stayed there.
”Colby,” I spoke gently. “You can move now.”
”I know,” he sighed. “I need-I need um, something—a minute.”
”Yeah, I know,” I said as I traced his skin with my fingertips. I laid down at his side and cuddled into him.
”Fuck,” he laughed as he came down from his headspace. “You’re in so much trouble.”
“Oh am I?” I laughed. He turned to me and cuddled against me.
”Yeah, so much trouble… Tomorrow though. After—“ He sighed as if he caught his breath for the first time. “After a much needed discussion.”
”Okay,” I laughed and kissed him one more time. “I’ll be in trouble tomorrow after we have our much needed discussion.”
And we held onto each other when we slept that night.
Summary: a request by @morchilluv - "we definitely need a slow burn story of Sam and the reader with some sexual tension and being smutty"
Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, kind of a sad slow burn romance, a dash of sexual tension (I feel like I make up for it), flirting, real feelings being masked, not so secret jealously, passive aggressive comments/actions, slightly angsty, biting, scratching, hair pulling, unprotected passionate sex, filth
Word count: 8.6k | NOT edited
I didn't mean for this to be as sad as it actually is, but I like it regardless. Sorry if it's not exactly what the request asks, I tried!
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YOUNGER YEARS
Your family has always been friends with Sam's family, so naturally, anytime there was a party, you and Sam would always run off to hang out.
You had a massive crush on him, and since you were young, you didn't really know how well to conceal it, so your cheeks were always red and your smile never faded with him.
You had a habit of taking pictures, the sunsets, the clouds, animals. You even have multiple blurry pictures of the moon. You took pictures of literally anything that made you happy, and eventually, you got comfortable enough with taking pictures of Sam any time you wanted to.
He always posed or smiled, but that was always when he knew you were taking a picture. He'd even send you selfies throughout the day on days you weren't hanging out.
You snapped canid pictures of him, too. One of your favorites is him playing the guitar.
You were just kids at the time, not really knowing what love was exactly, but you knew that you didn't want to be without him, even if you were just friends.
That's what it was for a while. You mainly had his attention, even when he did get a girlfriend or talked to a girl. It was puppy, middle school love, so it never really lasted long.
Eventually, Colby started to hang out with you guys, becoming the trio that you are today, but we'll get into that.
Colby would always tease you about liking Sam. He knew before Sam ever did, which honestly to you, took a while for him to understand, or so you thought.
As you became friends for some time, Sam started to flirt back on occasion, mainly when it was just the two of you. When Colby was around, or anyone else for the matter, he wouldn't flirt.
He treated you like he treated Colby, on some levels that is, and it was like that for a while.
.·:*¨ ✘ ¨*:·.
Sam and Colby grew big on Vine, quickly building a platform for themselves on YouTube.
You weren't in any of their videos, mainly because you just thought it was weird and you didn't think you could do it.
They've tried and tried again to get you to join them, and you did for maybe one or two videos, but you just sat back mostly, helping them with certain ideas and skits.
You were the girl who always got accused of being one of their girlfriends because you were always with them.
For a while you all took turns replying to certain tweets, denying it, but eventually, you all came to the realization that with fame, comes persistent fans, so all three of you decided to just let people think what they wanted.
You still wished that the rumors between you and Sam would come true, being a teenage girl, you were always told that a girl shouldn't chase a guy, but before you actually realized it, that's exactly what you were doing.
Once graduation hit, you moved from the place you grew up in, to LA.
Sam and Colby got a nice, lavish apartment, with an extra bedroom for editing and one for you, of course.
You traveled with them. Explored with them.
You really became a big part of the 'XPLR' team and an even bigger part of you fell deeper in love with Sam.
.·:*¨ ✘ ¨*:·.
PRESENT DAY
Sam has been heavy on your mind lately, mainly because you thought it was finally time to tell him how you were really feeling.
For years, you've convinced yourself that he knew and liked you, too. The constant flirting back and forth, finding yourself in moments to where you weren't really sure what was going to happen, but it was full of tension, but in a good way.
Sexual tension.
It was there, always surrounding the two of you at the best such as when you're filming a reaction video and he the way he looks at you is just pure lust, or even when you're at home, watching a movie and a sex scene comes on.
Your mind instantly goes to recreating it Sam, and the way he looks at you makes you think that he has those same thoughts with you.
Then there's the worst times, where you're out with friends, drinking. You take one tipsy look at Sam and you feel like you're done for. The only thing stopping you is completely making a fool out of not really yourself, but Sam.
So as usual, it doesn't go anywhere but shoved to the back of your mind.
You kept falling in love with him all over again, doing whatever it took to keep him in your life, but then everything took a turn and you suddenly felt yourself almost hating him.
Girl after girl, situation after situation, you found yourself wanting to distance yourself, save yourself from a massive heartbreak, but it was a little too late for that.
.·:*¨ ✘ ¨*:·.
"Where are you going?" Sam asks, looking up at you as you get up from your chair.
"To get a drink." You laugh, "You want one?"
He nods, looking back down at his phone, "Yeah, can you bring me one of those strawberry smoothie things?" You purse your lips, "I think there's only one left."
He looks up from his phone dropping it into his lap, "Really?" You nod, "Yeah and that's what I was going to get."
After a few seconds of silence, you find yourself racing to the kitchen, trying to beat Sam to the fridge. He grabs your waist, pulling you back and spinning you away from the door, "No, it's mine!"
You turn, pushing him backwards, "No! I wanted it first!" You laugh, "It's mine!"
He wraps his arm around your waist, lifting you up so your feet are just off the floor, "No, no. It's mine." He walks you back to the couch and throws you onto it with a laugh, "Stay!"
He turns, running towards the kitchen but you leap off the couch, catching up to him and jumping onto his back.
His hands grip the back of your thighs, "Big mistake, missy."
You cover his eyes, "Oh yeah? Try finding the fridge now." He laughs, reaching one arm out in front of him, "You act like I don't have this kitchen engraved in my mind."
He walks over to the fridge and you extend an arm out, trying to stop him. He reaches up, you still clung to his back, and pulls your hand from his face, "Just.." he opens the door, "Let me.." he groans as he reaches forward for the bottle, "Have it!"
"No! It's mine!" You can't help but laugh, "Sam!"
He leans back and you slam your hands to his chest as you feel like you're going to fall, "No! Don't do that!"
He laughs and walks back, "Sit."
"No." You tighten your legs and he sighs, "Fine, we can stay here all day. I don't care." He laughs and you tilt your head, leaning over to look at him, "I'll sit.. if you promise to share it with me."
He sighs, "You're asking a lot." He smiles and looks over at you, "fine."
You hold out your pinky, "Promise."
He brings his hand up, locking his pinky with yours, "I promise."
You slide off his back onto the counter, keeping your eyes on him as he walks forward to the fridge and grabs the bottle.
He turns around, pretending like he's going to run away and you move forward, stopping when he stops, "Ha! Gotcha!"
"I hate you." You smile, rolling your eyes as you sit back comfortably, "Now, give me some." You reach out and he walks over, standing between your knees.
You take a quiet breath, looking up at him as he cracks open the drink.
You've always wanted him to fuck you on the counter. Every time you're in the kitchen with him, you have hopes of him just bending you over and-
"Y/n." Sam waves his hand in front of your face and you blink, "Hmm?"
"I said here." He holds the open drink up and you laugh, "Oh, yeah. Sorry." You take it, bringing it up to your lips.
"What are you doing? Daydreaming about me?" He teases with a smirk and you about choke on your drink, "Mm." You cover your mouth with your wrist, "You'd like that, wouldn't you?"
He shrugs, "That depends."
"On what?" You tilt your head, taking a sip again and he sighs, laying his hands on your knees, "Tell me and I'll tell you."
"Mm, I see." You nod, "Okay. I was daydreaming about you... giving me the rest of this drink."
"I'll give you the rest of something." He mumbles before snatching the half full drink from your hand. He drink a little bit more of it, keeping his eyes on you as he tilts his head back slightly.
"Please do." You smirk and he shakes his head, "You'd like that too much." He hands you the drink back and steps back, "I'm going to go edit."
You let out a quiet sigh, "Okay."
.·:*¨ ✘ ¨*:·.
A Few Hours Later
"What are you guys thinking for dinner?" Colby asks as he walks into the editing room. You sit up from the bed, glancing at Sam, "I honestly have no idea."
"Are we going out to eat or?" Sam leans back, spinning around in the chair to face Colby.
Colby nods, "I mean, how else are we going to celebrate that we got a yes to explore the place everyone else gets a no from."
Sam jumps up from the chair, "What!?" He lays a hand on his head, "Are you fucking kidding me? Are you fucking with me?"
You smile, watching Sam get exited like a kid in a candy store, "I don't think he's joking, Sam."
"Show me." Sam walks over, "Show me, that god dang email." He watches intently as Colby taps on his screen, "Now do you believe me?"
Sam takes a step backwards, "Do you know what this is going to do for us, Colby?" His eyes move to you and your smile grows smaller.
It's always been hot and cold with you and Sam.
One minute you could be inches away from kissing, then the next he's taking some girl to an abandoned zoo to hang out.
You think that it's because he probably doesn't know you like him, but then at the same time, you also think, how the fuck doesn't he know?
"Congratulations guys." You say getting up from the bed, "I'm proud of you both." You go to walk out, but stop when you feel a hand on your shoulder, "and where do you think you're going?"
You laugh slightly, turning around, "To my room?"
"It better be to get dressed because you're coming, too." Sam smiles and you tilt your head, "Really?"
Colby steps in, "Y/n. You have been with us from the start. You've helped us crack some of the cases we weren't even sure we could. You're a vital part of this, so yes. Of course you're coming."
You nod, "Okay. I'll go get ready." You slowly turn and walk to your room, Colby's speech replaying in your head.
You loved both of them, Colby platonically, Sam, not so much.
You'd be his if he asked, in a heartbeat. You've loved that man since you first laid eyes on him in middle school.
But it's never been you.
You sit down at your vanity, cycling through your lip sticks as you decide on what color dress you should wear tonight.
"Hey." Sam's voice is quiet and you turn around, "Can we talk?" You nod, setting down the lipstick tube, "What's up, Sam?"
He walks over, sitting on the end of your bed. He chews on the inside of his cheek, "So, I'm thinking about inviting someone to dinner and I figured that maybe you can help her feel comfortable throughout the night? Talk with her, ya know. Be her friend?"
You're kind of shocked, but you shouldn't be. Yes, Sam shows interests in you, but it's mainly when there's not someone else trying to get his attention.
As much as you don't want to feel like a second choice, that's honestly how you end up feeling at the end of the day.
"Yeah." You smile, lying through your teeth, "Not a problem at all."
"Really?" He sighs, "Thank you. She's kind of nervous because you know how people are, and if it gets out that we're ce-"
"I know how it goes Sam." You laugh slightly, "Don't worry about it."
"I owe you one." He stands up, giving you a smile as he turns and walks away. You turn back to the mirror and see him stop.
You watch as he turns around, leaning against the doorframe, "You should wear the white dress." He knocks on the frame and smirks before he disappears.
You sit there, analyzing the situation, which you know you shouldn't do because it's just going to drive you insane, like why tell you what dress to wear?
What's it matter?
You huffed, taking a deep breath as you switch on your curling iron. You set it down, giving it time to heat up by getting all of your makeup that you're going to use out.
You paint your lips in the deep red color, smirking as you know it'll go good with that ivory white color.
.·:*¨ ✘ ¨*:·.
After curling your hair, you stand up, walking over to your closet and opening the doors. You push through the clothes, eyes dragging up and down every other dress option until you reach that certain one.
You take it off the hanger, turning around to lay it on your bed. You walk over to the door, getting ready to close it, when Colby's hand stops it from closing completely.
"Colby?" You question and open the door a bit more, "I'm getting ready to change."
He nods, "It'll be quick, I just want to make sure you're good."
You give him a confused look, "I'm okay. Why wouldn't I be?"
He shrugs, "I just know big dinners aren't really your thing, so I just wanted to-"
"I'm good, Colbs. Thank you." You give him a smile, knowing that that isn't why he asked. You've been tied at the hip with them for years.
He knows you like the back of his hand, but he never wants to push to get answers from you. He knows you'll come to him if it ever came down to it.
You close the door and turn out, letting out a sigh because you weren't fine. If you didn't have such great self control, you would have smacked sense into Sam when he was sitting on the end of your bed.
You walk over, taking off your clothes to replace them with the beautiful ivory dress in front of you. It was a chiffon wrap dress with mesh sleeves, and to say the least, you were in love with it.
You walk over, bending down to find a pair of heels to match, and quickly enough, you found a pair right on top.
You make sure you have everything you need for the night before flicking the lights off as you walk out of your room.
Colby whistles as you walk down the steps and you smirk, "Boosting my ego, are we?" You walk over to him and he shrugs, "Like it's my job." He laughs and leans back against the counter to check his phone, "Yo Sam! We gotta get going, brotha."
You've got to be kidding me, you think as Sam walks down the steps. He's wearing a, pretty much, all white outfit. The only thing that isn't white are his shoes and the zipper on his jacket.
Same ivory color as your dress.
"Are we ready?" Sam asks as he opens his gold glasses to put them on. Colby laughs, "We were waiting for you, so question is." Colby points to Sam, "Are you ready?"
Sam laughs and runs his hand through his hair, "Let's do it."
You follow them towards the door and they let you walk out first. You stop before the steps, waiting for them to shut and lock the door.
You follow Colby down the steps towards the car, Sam following behind you. Colby opens your door, letting you get in first.
You sit in the back row with Colby. Sam in the row in front of you guys because, you know, he has a date and all.
"Where to?" The driver asks and Sam hums, "Mm. One second." You watch over his shoulder as he asks some, Lylah, what her address is.
Colby nudges you and you look back at him. He smiles as he shakes his head, mouthing, "What are you doing?"
You lean back, whispering to him, "Just being nosey."
You laugh, along with Colby and Sam turns around, "Secrets don't make friends you know." You raise your brows, looking down to pick at your dress with your fingers, "Lots of things don't make friends, Sam."
You force a laugh, trying to not make it seem as deep as it really is, to you at least.
You can feel Colby stare at you as Sam tells the driver where he's supposed to go and you just shake your head.
You didn't have to talk to Colby about anything, because he already knew.
.·:*¨ ✘ ¨*:·.
You come to a stop outside a rich looking apartment building, it looks like a fancy hotel.
Sam gets out and you bend down, leaning over Colby as you peer out the window, "Shit." You whisper quietly.
"Do you know this girl, Colby?" You ask leaning back up. Colby shrugs, "I've met her once, I think? It was when we were going meet and greets, she came and hung out with us with for the day, but I barely spoke to her."
"Hmm. Okay." You nod, leaning back against the seat, watching from the corner of your eye as Sam and his lady friend walk around to get in.
There's a perfectly good door.. right there, you think, rolling your eyes subtly as her head dips into view, "Hi Colby."
"Hey. How are ya?" Colby nods and she sits down with a sigh, "I'm actually doing pretty good." Her eyes move to you, "Hi y/n." She tilts her head, "I love the dress you're wearing."
Sam gets in, glancing back at you after closing the door.
Yeah, Sam told me to wear it, is what you want to say, "Thank you, it's the chiffon wrap dress from the new collection that just dropped from Zelenki's."
"Oh, yes! I love their clothing. I just bought a pair of jeans from there the other day. I'm super excited to see them." She smiles, turning towards Sam, "We need to get this guy on their site. He would look so good in some of their button ups."
She points to Sam and you nod, "Yeah, I'm sure he would."
Her face kinda falls for a second before she blinks and brushes her bangs from her face, "So where are we going to celebrate?"
"We decided on Ambiance." Colby says and she claps her hands together, "I love going there." She looks at you, "Y/n, if you're into alcohol, they have the best martini's."
You nod, "You bet I'll be drinking tonight."
Colby taps your leg, trying not to laugh, and you shrug, "To celebrate these guys getting the deal of a lifetime."
"Well, I wouldn't say t- well, you know what. We can say that." Sam laughs, smiling as he looks back at Colby.
Colby reaches up, patting Sam's shoulder, "This year is going to be sick for us."
After arriving to the restaurant, you get out and stand next to Colby. Sam and Lylah walk around and you have to look away, because if you don't, your face will give it away that you think her dress is completely ridiculous.
It looks like a prom dress that's been cut at the thigh.
"Pretty dress." You force a smile and she slides her hand down the front to smooth it out, "Thanks. Sam actually told me to wear it, he said he wanted to do a blue and white thing to kind of match."
Her eyes graze up and down your dress, moving to Sam's outfit as she lays her hand on his chest. You can tell that it really bothers her that you and Sam are the ones who are actually matching.
It's written all over her face.
"Alright." Colby claps his hands together, "Let's go in, because I'm hungry." He wraps his arm around your waist, leading you inside a head of Sam and Laylah.
"Brock and Golbach." Colby tells the host and he nods, "Ah yes. Right this way please."
You follow Colby through the sea of tables, making your way to the one room in the back corner.
"Your waitress will be right with you." The host nods and walks away.
Colby pulls your chair out, allowing you to sit before taking his seat next to yours. Sam sits in front of Colby, Layla in front of you.
"So, she leans forward, the martini I was talking about was this one." She points her pink painted nail onto the little card, "The chocolate martini. It's to die for."
Colby sniffles, hinting that you need to be nice, so you smile, "I think that's what I'll get then. Put your trust to the test." You wink at her and lean back, looking down at your menu.
You really did want to be nice to her, but mainly because Sam asked you to. But, at the same time, he doesn't see what's right in front of him, so you also wanted to kind of give him a, hey, fuck you.
"The pomegranate martini is also really good." You look up at her and she tilts her, "Well then I guess I'll have to put your trust to the test." She smiles and you laugh slightly with a nod, "Alright then."
As time goes on, more friends of Sam and Colby come in, joining the table. Everyone orders and now you're conversing back and forth with different people.
Every so often, your eyes will move towards Sam, and his eyes will meet yours.
Every time, you ask yourself why, and even how can he be so blind?
Colby lays his arm on the top of your chair, Sam's eyes following his movements before bringing his glass to his lips. He looks over at Laylah, leaning in to take a selfie with her.
He smiles that beautiful smile and you force yourself to look away.
"so y/n. Will you be joining the boys on this exciting trip?" Laylah sets her phone down, folding her arms over one another as she leans forward.
You look between Sam and Colby, shrugging slightly, "It's ultimately up to them, but I would lo-"
Sam and Colby speak at the same time, cutting you off, "She's coming."
Not only you, but Laylah raises her brows too, "Well I guess that answers that." She laugh, bringing her wide mouthed glass to her lips, finishing the rest of her drink, "I'm going to go get another one, y/n. Care to join?"
You reach down, grabbing your glass and finishing it, "I would love to." You smile, rising from your seat, smiling to the others as you walk around the long and full table.
"So, anything new with you?" She asks as you walk up to the bar. You shrug, "Nothing really." You laugh, "I mean, nothing more than the trips to investigate the ghostly world."
She nods, "I could never do that." She looks away to raise a hand to the bartender then back to you, "Is it really as scary as the videos make it seem?"
You nod, "Oh yeah. It's one thing to watch it through a screen but it's another thing to actually be there and witness it."
She nods, "Yeah I bet." She turns, "I'll have another pomagranete martini, and she'll have.." she points to you and you lean in, "Make it two."
The bartender nods and Laylah turns back to you, "So I don't really know how to ask this." She laughs, "Um."
"Just ask. I'm an open book." You smile and your smile quickly fades when the words leave her lips, "Clearly."
"What's that supposed to mean?" You tilt your head, slightly confused as to what changed. She clears her throat, "If you have a thing for Sam, I'm going to need you to drop it."
"If I have a- what? What the hell are you talking about?" You laugh, "I don't have a thing for Sam."
"Then why did you dress to match him? Why is it that I find you looking at him every time you think I'm not looking?" She sighs, "I get it, Sam is very, very handsome, and it's okay to be a little jealous, but can you not let your jealousy seep through, because if it happens anymore, it'll literally stain my dress."
You stand there, completely dumbfounded in silence.
She turns, "Oh, thank you." She grabs the glasses, handing one to you, "Cheers." She winks and starts walking back to the table.
You follow her, your cheeks heating up as you become angry at what just happened. You take a calming breath before you pass through the doors, putting on a smile as you walk back around to your seat.
"Everything go okay?" Sam asks and Laylah smiles, glancing up at you, "Oh yeah. Everything is just perfect." She leans over, pressing a kiss to his cheek and you clench your jaw.
You bring your glass to your lips and take a long sip.
"Attention, everyone." Someone at the end of the table stands up as they clink their glass. You lean forward, looking around Colby to see and you smile when you see their friend standing there.
"I just want to say a huge congratulations to Sam and Colby for landing this investigation. This is going to be one of the biggest investigations they've ever done and I cannot be more proud of them, so without further ado, please. Give my pals a huge, huge round of applause."
Sam and Colby stand up, smiling and batting their hands. You reach out, grabbing your phone so you can record a story for Instagram.
You smile as you type the words, congratulations guys. You deserve this so, so, so much!
You tag them and set your phone back down after posting. Colby leans in, "You're a part of this, too. Don't let them saying just us fool you."
You really felt like part of the team, that was until you got back from Italy, but that'll come with time.
.·:*¨ ✘ ¨*:·.
After dinner and an hour or two of talking about Poveglia, the four of you make your way back to the car.
"How long will you be in Italy for?" Laylah asks laying her hand on Sam's shoulder. She twirls his hair around her finger and you roll your eyes as you look away.
"A few days, four at most. We planned on seeing Venice again while we're over that way." Sam looks at her, giving her a smile.
She smiles, her eyes glancing back at you before she runs her hair through his hair, "Do you know when you leave?"
You and Colby look at each other, giving each other a look of disgust.
You knew what she was doing, and she knew it, too.
Sam shrugs, "Probably not for another week or so."
"So we have time to spend together before you flee the country." She giggles, "I mean, that's only if you want to."
Sam nods, "I mean.. I don't see why not." He chuckles and points, "Here, I'll walk you to the door." Sam opens the door when the driver stops and helps her out.
As soon as the door shuts, word vomit.
"When I went up to bar with her to get another drink, she cornered me and pretty much flipped out on me. She said that if I have a thing for Sam I need to drop it and then asked why I dressed to match him and then she said that I took any chance I got when she wasn't look, or I thought she wasn't looking to look at him and then to top it off she said that if anymore jealously seeped out of me it would literally stain her dress."
You take a breath and look at Colby who's staring at you, "I'm sorry, what?"
"She basically sa-" you stop talking as soon as the door opens again, and Sam gets back in, turning around to look at you, "So did you have fun?"
"Oh yeah." You raise your brows, "So much fun."
The driver starts to drive you guys back home.
"Are you okay?" Sam asks and you look up, ready to snap but you bite your tongue, "I'm fine, I just.. have a headache."
"Mm." Sam nods and turns back around. He brings his phone up, "What the fuck?"
"What's going on, Sam?" Colby asks and Sam face his phone towards you and Colby, "She's literally blowing up my phone."
"Why?" You ask, and Sam scoffs, "Why is she saying that you cornered her at the bar?"
"I didn't. If you want the truth she cornered me. I literally just told Colby everything that happened as soon as you got out." You motion towards Colby, "She accused me of liking you and basically said that I dressed to match you on purpose which, Sam. If I'm correct. You told me to wear this fucking dress."
"Let's not argue in here, please." Colby says trying to defuse the situation.
"Who said we're arguing?" You and Sam say the same time and you both huff.
"Exactly." Colby shakes his head, "Can we just wait until we get h-"
"Why would she say that you did though?" Sam looks at you and you shrug, "I don't know, maybe because she knows that we're close and I was bound to tell you?"
"Were you going to tell me?" Sam tilts his head and you shake your head, "No."
"Why?"
"Because Sam. I don't really think it matters, does it." You snap and the driver awkwardly puts his hand up, "You guys are uh.." he clears his throat, "Home."
"Thank you." You all say in unison. Colby gets out and helps you out and Sam comes around, ready to keep going but you walk away.
"Really?" He says loudly, "You're just going to walk away?" We need to talk about this."
"Can we do this inside?" Colby tries again but you stop in your tracks, turning around on your heels to walk back to him, "Do you really want to know why it's really not that important Sam?"
"Guys come on." Colby groans, "Please."
Ignoring Colby, Sam nods, "Yeah. I really do."
"Because you're bound to take your new girlfriend's side anyway, so why does hearing my side even matter?" You throw your arms up, "I've been trying to get-"
You stop talking and Sam tilts his head, "Trying to get what, y/n." Sam says plainly and you snort, "I don't even.." you shake your head, "You're so blind to certain things in front of you, that you just.."
You shake your head, "I can't do this. I can't do this right now." You blink away the tears that are forming quickly and turn to go inside.
Colby is standing there with the door already open and you barge past him. Sam on your tail calling out for you, "Y/n. Wait. Wait."
You stop halfway up the steps, "it doesn't. Matter. Sam. What don't you get."
He gets pissed, "Fine. Then don't fucking tell me. If you just want to run from this like you run from everything else th-" he stops talking, quickly coming to the realization that what he said was not what he wanted to come out.
You stand there, letting the tears you tried to blink away, fall, "Fuck. You."
You turn, running up to your room, shutting the door with a slam. You grab a suitcase, sobbing as you begin to throw clothes into it.
You hear footsteps come to your door and you sniffle, holding your breath so you can try and hear who it is.
There's a knock and you sigh, nose stuffy, "Go away, Sam." You wipe your cheek with your palm and Colby speaks from the other side of the door, "It's not Sam."
You take a second, hesitating to open the door but you give in. You walk over, cracking the door open and walking away to sit on your bed.
He slips in, not opening the door more than he has to, "Hey."
You sniffle, laughing slightly, "Hey."
He walks over, sitting next to you, "Are you-"
He stops talking as you look at him with a mascara streaked face. He nods, "Right. Yeah." You shake your head, looking towards the door, "What happened to us?"
"Us? You and me were fine." He smirks and you smile slightly, "You know what I mean."
He nods, "I don't think anything happened, y/n. I think.." he pauses and you look at him, "Just say it. I know you already know so just.." you push your hands out in front of you, "Lay it on me. Can't do much more damage."
"I'm just going to tell you what I think is happening, and you can correct me if I'm wrong, okay?" He look at you and you nod.
He nods, "Okay, so what I think happened, is that you are sick of Sam not seeing that you're in love with him."
Colby's words hurt, and the fact that they're true, makes it hurt even worse.
You nod, silently as you try not to cry.
"I also think, now, I love Sam to death, and I will tell you in true honestly that I did call him out on this, but I think Sam has led you on in a way." Colby looks over to the door and back to you.
"He's not on the other side of the door listening is he?" You point to it and Colby shakes his head, "No. he's in his room, waiting for his turn with therapist Colby."
You laugh slightly, taking in a sharp breath as your urge to cry comes back, "I just.." your voice cracks with your words, "I can't keep doing this."
"I know." Colby whispers, laying his arm around your shoulder, "I know."
"The constant flirting, him telling me to wear a dress that matches him without even telling me it matches and then completely blindsiding me with, oh he wanted to do a blue and white matching theme, fuck that."
You stand up, "I just don't-" you lay your hand on your face, "We go from being so close to kissing to this?" You gently fling your arms, "I jus-" you take a deep breath, "Have fun in Italy, call me when you can."
You zip your suit case and Colby grabs it, "No, I want you to come."
"I can't be around him, Colby. As much as I want to, I just.. it'll ruin everything."
"Everything already is ruined. Sam isn't going to forgive himself for what he said." Colby stands up and you shrug, "He can figure that out on his own. I'm done trying to get myself out of these feelings. I'm done trying to act like it's okay for him to hug me from behind then act like we're friends who just met, I'm just.. done trying to get him to love me.."
You look at Colby, "I'm done trying."
Colby frowns, "Y/n."
"I'm serious Colby, I'll come get the rest of my stuff when you guys leave for Italy." You pull the handle out from your suitcase and shake your head, "Make sure to tell him everything I said."
.·:*¨ ✘ ¨*:·.
It's been two days since they've left for Italy.
As you're lying in bed, in your room at their house, your pillow soaked from your tears that you can't turn off, your mind slips into the good memories of you and Sam.
"No. You can't be serious, Sam." You laugh, reaching across his body for grab a card.
He watches you as you slowly lean back, "What's it say?"
"It says.. what was the last dirty message you received?" You bite your lip and tilt your head. He copies your motion and raises his eyebrows, "Can I skip?"
You shake your head, "No way, Golbach. Spill it or.." You smirk, "Take three shots." He presses his lips together and tilts his head back, looking down his nose at you, "Gimme the bottle, baby."
You bite your lip as you reach for the bottle, sliding it across the table to stop in front of him.
He pours a shot, takes it. Then another, then the third and final shot, "Now what?" He leans in, "Are you going to tell me yours?"
Your eyes move from his lips to his eyes, "What if I say no?" You bite your lip and he shrugs, raising his eyebrows, "You tell me."
You back away from each other as Colby comes down the steps, "You're playing without me? Thanks for the invite I guess."
You roll onto your other side, trying to escape them, but you just can't.
"Whatcha doin?" Sam asks waking into the kitchen. You smile as you continue to scrub the glass dish, "Dishes."
"You know we have a dishwasher, right?" He laughs and you look over at him, "Not everything is dishwasher safe, Sam."
"I'm just saying.. nothing has broken on me.. yet." He laughs and walks up behind you, "Watcha listenin' to?"
You laugh, "Music."
You feel him walk up behind you and your scrubbing gradually slows down, "Why don't you take a break, I'm sure you've done enough damage on that dish, and dance with me."
You set the dish down and look at him over your shoulder, "What?"
He grabs your waist, spinning you around, "You heard me." He smiles and takes your bubble covered hand into his, his other hand still on your hip.
He pulls you a step out away from the sink and pulls you along with him. He laughs as he steps back, sliding his other hand into hours and you lift your arms, laughing as he spins you around.
He pulls you into his chest and wraps his arms around your neck, "You know, you're fun to hang out with."
You sob into your pillow, angry at Sam all over again.
Your phone dings, and you assume that it's probably just Colby, giving you hourly updates on how their investigation is going.
You lift your head, picking up your phone when it chimes again.
Sam: I'm sorry
You force out a laugh, trying not to cry, "Don't do this." You close your eyes, "I can't." You whisper, clearing his message from your Home Screen.
You sit up, looking around at your half packed room.
You wanted to be out by the time they got back, you told Colby you were leaving, you also told him not to tell Sam.
As you stand up, throwing things into a box, your phone dings, and then a few more times, and you groan, "I swear to.. fuck." You groan, leaning down to grab it, eyes watering at each message you read.
Sam:
I want you
so much.
You're all I fucking think about.
please. Talk to me. I need to I don't know, explain my self I guess?
I wasn't ready I didn't think I was ready to actually settle down and I know that's what you want or wanted with me
Y/n
Please don't just read these
An incoming call from Colby interrupts your stare at the texts that are still coming through, "Hello?"
"Please don't kill him." Colby says frantic on the other end of the phone. You furrow your brows, sniffling, obvious that you've been doing nothing but crying, "What are you-"
There's banging on the front door.
Loud, repetitive, non stop banging.
"What's fucking happening?" You pull your phone away from your ear, seeing Sam's texts,
Open the door I left everything in Italy
You put the phone back up to your ear, "Why is he here"
Colby sighs, "Just talk to him."
"No." You snap and Colby talks immediately, "Look, y/n. Neither one of us can do this investigation. We have to convince the people who own this to reschedule our visit. Sam couldn't keep it together for the intro."
"Really?"
"Yes, really. Now please." He sighs, "Just go. Open. The door."
"Fine." You hang up, making your way down the steps. You move the curtain on the door and look out at a soaking wet Sam.
"Please." His words are muffled from the door being shut, but you can still tell what he's saying, "I love you."
You clench your jaw, unlocking the door and opening it, "Where was that before all of this?" You step out side the door, the pouring rain coming down onto you now, "do you know how painful it was to have feelings for someone you can't be with?"
"Y/n." Sam shrugs, lifting his hands from his sides, but you keep going, "Do you know how many times, I've wished for you to not be in love with someone else? Then you go and hang out with a girl at a place you took me to first?"
"I'm sorry." His voice cracks, "Just please.. let-"
"I was jealous that night Sam, the night you asked me to play nice with your new girlfriend, Laylah. I was so fucking jealous Sam. But do you know how fucking stupid I felt? Being jealous over someone that wasn't even mine?"
He nods and you scoff, "I don't think you do because if you would have asked me to be yours, I would have said yes in a fucking heartbeat and don't even come back with the you should have asked me, because I know damn well that you could tell I loved you, Colby even picked up on it before you did."
Sam stands there, staring at you, eyes red from crying.
Hair dripping wet from the rain, you can't judge him because you look the same way.
"We're almost the literal definition of he likes her, she likes him. It's obvious to everyone except them.. but the only difference is, I knew what I wanted. I wanted you and all you did was lead me on."
Tears mix in with the beads of rain that form on your cheeks, your voice breaking, "It shouldn't have come to this, Sam."
You stand still as he walks up to you, "Y/n."
"It.." you sniffle, "It feels like you destroyed me, Sam."
"Let me fix it." He mumbles as he slides his hands over your cheeks, tilting your head up so you can look at him, "Please." He rests his forehead against yours, "Let me fix it."
"There's nothing-"
He cuts you off, "Don't say there's nothing to do. Because there's everything to do."
You sob quietly, his hands still on your cheeks. His thumbs brush gently over your wet skin, "I called whatever it was off with Laylah the night we got into it. The night you left me."
Your eyes meet his, "Why."
"Because I knew that my forever was walking out that door and I knew I had to do everything in my power to get it back." He sniffles, "You've supported me since day one. You've loved me.. since day one."
"Why now, Sam? Why after you flew all the way to Italy? Why after it took me telling Colby I was done with everything? It shouldn't have come to this."
He doesn't say anything, the rain smacking against the pavement fills your ears.
You reach up, grabbing his wrists to pull them away but he presses his lips to yours.
As much as you want to pull away, you can't.
"Sam." You slide your hands around his neck, lips moving with his as he slides his hands down to pull your hips against his.
"Please." He whispers, sniffling as he gently brushes his nose again your cheek, "Y/n."
You stay silent, the only sound that comes from you is a few sniffles.
"I can't do anything without you." Sam wipes your cheeks with his thumbs, "I wish I knew how stupid I was being. I tried to push you away because I didn't want to hurt you. I wasn't ready, but y/n, sweetheart, the risk of you walking out of my life forever has made me realize that I want you. I want you in so many ways, it's actually kind of insane."
You look up at him, "It shouldn't have taken.. this.. for you to finally realize what you want, Sam."
He shakes his head, "I won't ever let it get to that point ever again, because you're mine." He lifts you up, your legs hugging his waist like they've always dreamed of doing.
Your arms snake around his neck, not saying another word as he walks through the door, kicking it closed, "I promise."
You lean in, hugging him as he walks over to the couch. He sits down and you moving your legs to straddle his lap.
You lean back, hands sliding around his neck to cup his wet cheeks. Your eyes move around his face, back and forth between his eyes before you lean in, pressing your lips to his.
The heat you have always dreamed up, felt every time your eyes met his, is there.
And it's hotter than ever.
"I love you." Sam whimpers against your lips, "I'm so sorry."
You shake your head, "We can talk later. Right now.. I just.." you rest your forehead against his, "Wanna be with you."
He nods, sweeping your body over to lay under his. His lips kiss from your him, down your neck, "I wish.. I knew how to love you like this before."
You run a hand through his hair, unsure of what to say. He kisses back up to your lips, "Do you want to do this?"
You nod, tugging at his shirt, "Please."
He leans up, pulling his soaked shirt up over his body and tossing it onto the floor. You sit up and he does the same to your shirt, "You're so fucking beautiful."
His lips reconnect to yours and you moan quietly as he slowly grinds against you. He kisses back to your ear, his voice quiet, almost sounding like it's going to break, "You were the only girl I could ever think about."
Your eyes start to burn and you turn your head, reaching up to grab his so you can turn it towards you and kiss you.
The kiss is hot. Full of passion.
It's what you wanted all along.
He slides his hands down, slipping them into your rain soaked sweatpants. He pulls them down your legs, and reaches for the button on his pants, popping them open as he leans back down to kiss you.
He stands up, discarding his wet jeans to the floor before hovering his body back over yours.
He pushes his boxers down, just enough for his cock to spring free and he slips your panties to the side. Not wasting another second, he drops his head to your shoulder as he slowly slips his cock into you, burying it deep inside with a groan.
You gasp, clinging to him as you tighten your legs around his waist, breathing out a whiney, "Sam."
His nose brushes against your cheek as he lifts his head, "I love you, I'm so sorry." He pulls out, slowly thrusting back in, "I'm so sorry."
You wrap your arms around his neck, gasping with each thrust into you, "I love you." Your voice breaks, a small moan following after, "I've always loved you."
"I wish I knew I could have loved you like this." He kisses down your neck and back up, groaning lowly in your ear, "I wish I knew what I was risking."
You squeeze your eyes shut, a tear slipping down and falling down your cheek, "Don't ever.." you tangle your fingers in his hair, "Don't ever leave."
"Never." He pulls one of your hands down, interlocking it with his against your head as he lifts his to look at you, "I love you. No one could ever take your place."
You smile slightly and nod, "I'm holding you to it."
"As long as you need, baby." Sam smiles and sighs, "You were made for me." He kisses your lips, groaning against them as he thrusts harder but still slow.
You drag your nails up his back, moaning as he moves his head down to suck a mark into your neck.
His grip on your hand tightens, "I love you so fucking much."
You weren't ever going to get sick of hearing that.
You were relieved to finally be hearing it in the first place.
"I love you." You whisper, moaning as he lets go of your hand to bring it down to squeeze your boob. You tug his hair, arching your back as much as you can against his, "S-Sam."
"Cum with me, babe. Can you hold it?" He rests his forehead against yours as his fingers twist your nipple between his fingers.
You whimper, giving his a slight nod and he hums in response, "Almost there, sweetheart."
He thrusts a few moments longer before he kisses your cheek a few times, "Okay, okay, let go for me. Cum for me." His voice is quiet and his thrusts slow down as he feels you clench around him.
You let out a loud moan, pulling him into you as your nails dig into his skin.
He groans, pulling you closer by the hips, "F-fuck, fuck." He pulls out, letting his cum spill onto your lower stomach with a low moan.
You rest your head back, breathing heavy as your body relaxes.
He reaches down, grabbing his damp shirt and wiping you off. He tosses it down and holds his hand out, "Come here."
He pulls you to a sitting position and you immediately fall into him. He wraps his arms around you and hugs you tightly, "I'm sorry it took me this long to realize."
"Better late than never, right?" You look up at him and he nods, "I guess." He smiles, pressing his lips to your forehead, "Go get a shower, standing out in the rain might get you sick."
"Only if you'll come with me. I'm not doing anything without you for a while."
.·:*¨ ✘ ¨*:·.
Genuinely sorry if this sucked. I'm not sure how I feel about it, honestly. So tell me how you liked it.
As much as I’ve always felt self conscious about how I look or how much I weighed because of being with someone as popular as Matt, he always found ways to show me he didn’t care. Didn’t care about all the comments or hate he got when he posted about or with me. He loved everything about me.
Matt today had been extra clingy towards me. When we were out shopping, when we went to get food and even in the car he made chris sit in the backseat just so I can sit up front so he could have his hand on my thigh. In a way I loved it. I loved how needy he was for me.
We had been at their house for about two hours. Matt and I were on the couch watching a movie. While Nick and Chris were making plans to go out to some restaurant to eat but Matt wanted to stay home. Eventually Nick and Chris decided to uber to the restaurant while Matt and I stayed home. I could feel his hand start to slowly inch up my thigh, “Matt stop watch the movie” I said. Matt whined, “come on we’re home alone..”
I could feel myself slowly falling for his little trap. Not a good one but yet it was working. I let out a small sigh as I agreed. “Fine..but just once” I said as I went to try and get up to go to his room but he clung to me pushing me down on the couch. “no..i want you right here..please mommy” Matt practically moaned out. Who was I to say no to him.
Biting my lip I nodded, “fine baby” I said softly. Feeling his hands roam my body, occasionally squeezing my thighs, before massaging my tits. He pulled up my shirt slowly looking up at me, before helping me take it off. Matt swallowed thickly, leaning down as he placed wet open mouth kisses on my chest like a rabid animal, I giggled a little, “jeez..someone was needy huh?” Matt gave me a sheepish smile, “when it comes to you, i’m always needy..”
I could feel him start to grind up against me. Practically humping me. He sat up straight, pulling his white tee over his head and off, before leaning back down, pulling down the cups to my bra. My breasts spilling out as he did that, he cupped both of them with his hands, jiggling them softly before latching himself onto my nipple. I moaned out softly, “Matt..baby” my hands went to his hair tugging on it gently as he sucked away.
Matt made sure he gave attention to both of my breasts. Occasionally biting my nipples softly as he suckled. I could hear him fumble trying to get his jeans off, trying to stay attached to my tit. I giggled a little, watching him struggle. “Does my baby need help?” Matt let go of my nipple, speaking up, “no i got this..” With that he pulled his hard cock out of his bottoms. I sat up slightly wiggling my way out of my pants and panties.
“Fuck..mommy you look so good..i can’t wait to be inside you..” Matt moaned out softly, rubbing the head of his cock between my folds slowly. I moaned out softly, as he did so, “Shit- come on baby..be a good boy for mommy and fuck her..” I said in a breathy tone. Matt nodded quickly, before realizing he didn’t have a condom. “wait..” I groaned as I began to wiggle my hips against his cock, “I don’t care..you don’t need one, hurry up” I said impatiently.
Matt let out a shaky breath, as he slowly pushed inside me. “..s-shit..” He moaned out, he began to slowly thrust inside me before quickening his pace. His hands groped my breast roughly, he was moaning and whining all at the same time. “M-mommy..” He moaned out, I grabbed him by the neck pulling him down smashing my lips against his, moaning into his mouth.
A free hand of his inched its way down to my swollen clit, rubbing it as it continues to fuck me harshly. Pulling away from the kiss slowly, our tongues coming undone, “such a good boy for mommy..” That made Matt go wild. “I’m your good boy mommy..i’m your good boy..” He grunted out, his jaw hanging as he pounded himself into me.
I felt so close. The knot building up in my stomach as he played with my nipple with one hand and his other on my clit. “Matt..baby i’m close..” I moaned out, leaning my head back, as he shoved his face into my neck. His breath was hot and heavy, small moans made their way into his grunts, “me too..mommy i need to..inside you..” I gulped as my hand went to his hair, tugging on it, nodding. “fill mommy up baby..” I moaned out, my grip on his hair tightening. The knot in my stomach tightened even more, I couldn’t hold it any longer, I moaned out cumming all over his cock.
Matt’s thrusts were inconsistent, his mouth opening wider as he came deep inside me, giving a last few hard thrusts, before slowly coming to a halt. His face stayed hidden in my neck before he slowly pulled away letting me see his sweat covered face, gently i caressed his cheek, “did such a good job for me baby..” I said softly, Matt gave a sheepish smile, before glancing down at my breast, latching himself onto my nipple suckling at it before pulling away. I could feel him slowly pull out of me along with his cum splurging out. “fuck..come on we have to clean this up and ourselves before Nick and Chris get back..” Matt laughed rubbing his face, “fuck i totally forgot..”
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Prompt: Kol is jealous about you being affectionate with everyone but him. He decides to tag along when you go shopping to try and get you to like him more. Fluff and confessions ensue!
Klaus was known to be ruthless and terrifying. He was someone who always got what he wanted and would do whatever necessary to have it.
The small issue was: so am i.
So when i met him, and i saw just how broken he was inside, i knew that i wanted to keep him. His eyes were so sad as he wondered the streets of Mystic Falls, poor thing was just nearly killed by his step-father, betrayed by his sister and told nobody would ever love him. How that pathetic excuse of a father was wrong.
He took a seat on the local park bench. His face fell to his hands and his body began to shake with his sobs.
I silently sat beside him, my hands moved to lightly rub his back making his head shoot up, he looked at me with confused and teary eyes.
“What did they do to you?” I muttered seeing his blood stained shirt.
“Who are you?” He questioned quietly
“Someone who wants to help” i whispered and he frowned
“I don’t need help” he murmured though his face nuzzled my hands subconsciously as i held him. My thumbs brushed over his stubble making his eyes droop, he was surely exhausted after fighting for his life.
“No? Bet you’re tired though, where are you staying? Let me take you home” i whispered. Now of course i knew where he was staying, he was in a hotel just outside of town while his mansion was being built by the hybrids he had gathered the past couple weeks. I already had a copy of the key to his room and the receptionist was lovely but he was a paranoid man and I couldn’t frighten him off now could i?
“Come on Niklaus” i encouraged as he looked to me cautiously
“How do you know my name?” He questioned i smiled at him
“I met your sister, Rebekah, she asked me to check you made it out alive incase the others did something to her, which I believe it’s safe to assume that they have.” I explained and he sighed in what i presume to be relief.
It’s true, i became fast friends with Rebekah after offering her somewhere to sit for lunch, she was easy to get open up, she spilled everything about her family in the span of ten minutes. I liked her, she was very bouncy and joyful and then when she mentioned her brother who had murdered there mother and feared her father would murder him in an act of revenge, well it was a great opportunity to meet him and have him see me as someone good.
I may or may not have found out some information on him since his first mentioning in town. See Caroline, Bonnie and Elena weren’t exactly quiet with their talking about the supernatural, i found out like a lot.
So i ended up having a thing for him. It’s fine plus he’s a fun person to try and capture. I thought he’d be a little more angsty but thankfully i got him at a vulnerable time, he was quiet and exposed.
“You can come to my house if you don’t want to go back to wherever you’re staying?” I offered and his head nodded slightly
“Rebekah sent you?” He confirmed
“Bekah sent me, said that they were planning something with…Mikael?” I told him and that was enough evidence for him as he nodded and stood up letting me bring him to my home.
He stayed silent the entire time as i brought him to my room and gave him some clothes to change into and a towel for his shower. He thanked me quietly before disappearing into the bathroom. When he reemerged he was little keener to talk.
“How did you meet my sister?” He asked as i combed through his hair, i had convinced him i could help nourish his curls.
“School, she makes a big impression” I muttered gently getting out the little knots that had formed
“You must too if she chose to be friends with you” he hummed looking to me through the mirror infront of us
“I think she just needed someone to he kind to her” i said with a smile as his lips upturned back at me.
I added the mousse to his hair and gently brought my fingers through it to apply it evenly. I watched as his eyes fell shut and his lips parted as i massaged his scalp. I tugged lightly at a lock of his hair causing a moan to slip from his mouth, his eyes opening as his cheeks went bright pink and a smirked at him through the mirror
“Just let your hair dry naturally and ur should come out nice and curly” i told him while spraying his hair over and taking a step back. His eyes were already shades lighter than when i found him earlier as he smiled
“Can we sleep now? I’m exhausted” he muttered and i nodded
“Of course you can stay in my bed, I’ll be just downstairs” i told him gently stroking his face with the back of my fingers
“Nonsense you should stay in the bed with me. I won’t bite, promise” he said while beckoning me over to the bed and pulling me down with him.
“I don’t know…I’m told biting is your specialty” i hummed and he grinned showing me his sharp, deadly teeth making me roll my eyes and lay down beside him
“I have no reason to bite you” he mumbled as he shuffled closer to me.
He fell asleep with his head on my chest, mumbling to me about something I couldn’t quite make out while i wrapped my arms around him. He was such easy prey for someone who was known to be a predator.
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Since that day my home had become a safe haven of sorts for him. He was always sat waiting for me when i got home, eyes lighting up when i walked through the door.
It got to the point where he could only sleep if he were in my arms
“You keep the nightmares away” he murmured once as he nuzzled my neck and i hummed “Then I’ll just have to keep you here with me” and he didn’t seem too bothered by it, rather happy i would say as he nodded and kissed my neck tenderly.
He became more attached by the second and i loved it. He never put up a fight when i asked for him to stay, when i wouldn’t let him leave my hold and keep him in my bed all day.
I found that he was uncharacteristically well behaved and kind. He always had me do his hair and tend to his wounds. He would sit patiently and allow me to do whatever i like, he had grown to completely and utterly trust me.
It were as though he were a puppy and i were his master. He was obedient and learnt to follow me wherever i went.
His siblings didn’t mind me taking him, i kept him with me always. Got him to move in and everything. Sometimes his family would come visit
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen him so…comfortable” Elijah told me as he watched Niklaus cook our dinner
“Uhuh sure, i mean i knew he was a dog but this is stepping it up” Kol muttered making me glare and Rebekah smack the side of his head
“I think it’s sweet, he’s happy” she murmured with a small smile as she flicked her eyes between us.
Klaus was even more happy knowing his family liked me, all the more eager to stay with me.
It wasn’t long until i had him entirely.
How he thrived when he was beneath me was addicting, having him squirming and whining while he his hands stayed tied above him head “Please, please let me” he would whimper as he neared his high, eyes screwed shut as he hung onto the edge tightly “not yet, you gotta be good, just another minute” but he could never wait the whole moment.
I had him wrapped around my finger in every way,practically and sometimes literally on a leash. He came to me whenever he needed or wanted for something and i did whatever i could to get it for him. Whether it was stealing Elenas blood or punishing a certain Lockwood for a betrayal.
“I’ll keep you safe” i would assure him as he would smile back at me
“I know you will” he murmured
“Yeah?” I whispered kissing his cheek and he nodded as i climbed on top of him
“I know because i love you” he uttered and i felt my heart grow
