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the one where you, matt, and chris discuss your choice of last meals on earth, and it ends with you on the table spread like a buffet for them (3.7K words)
Contains: smut, porn with no plot, threesome (no incest), mentions of alcohol, food play, slight dirty talk, slight degradation, implied praise kink, oral (m & f receiving), clit play, fingering, finger sucking, hickeys, breast/nipple play, cum play, multiple orgasms, overstim, cockwarming, aftercare(?), unprotected piv, creampie, dom!matt x sub!fem reader x soft!dom chris
The conversation started innocently enough.
Matt, Chris, and I were discussing what our last meals on earth would be. The kind of hypothetical question you throw around when the bottle of red is half empty and the takeout containers are pushed to the center of the table, while you're too full to move but too wired to call it a night.
I said my grandmother's lasagna before either of them could answer, and they both went quiet, like the sincerity caught them off guard. The question circled back to them, but neither spoke up.
But then they exchanged a knowing look before looking straight at me.
"You." Matt said.
Chris nodded, already smirking. "Yeah, you."
No further elaboration or descriptions. Just me.
And somewhere between that moment and the next, an innocent discussion about hypothetical last meals turned into me barefoot on their kitchen tiles, watching Matt disappear into the pantry with a look that promised nothing innocent at all.
The pendant lights above cast warm shadows across the island counter. There were empty plates, wine glasses, and a half melted candle flickering between us. Chris was still leaning against the counter, watching me with a lazy, appreciative look.
"Find what you were looking for?" Chris called out towards the pantry.
Matt finally emerged with a bottle of chocolate syrup in one hand and a can of whipped cream in the other. His grin was filthy.
"Dessert." he said, setting them on the island.
I raised an eyebrow. "That’s not dessert. Those are ingredients for dessert."
"Exactly." He uncapped the chocolate syrup, giving it a shake. "Get on the counter."
Oh.
I looked over at Chris. He shrugged, smiling. "I mean, when he says it like that..."
After clearing the surface, I hoisted myself onto the cool marble, as the edge pressed into the backs of my thighs. I could feel my body begin to thrum from the adrenaline.
Matt moved closer, his eyes traveling down my body with a slow, predatory-like gaze. "Arms up." he said.
I complied, and he pulled my shirt up and over my head in one fluid motion, the fabric whispering against my skin before disappearing somewhere behind him. I was bare to the waist before them, the cool air raising goosebumps across my skin.
His hands found the waistband of my shorts next, working the button loose, and sliding the denim down my thighs. I lifted my hips to help him, as he pulled them free, sliding them down my legs until they slipped off my ankles. My panties went next, hooked on his thumbs, as he dragged them down my skin with an agonizing slowness. The cool air of the kitchen touched everywhere he had uncovered, and I felt my skin prickle in response.
I was completely bare before them, the marble cold against my thighs and ass. Matt's eyes shamelessly ogled my body, lingering on the curve of my ribs, the swell of my breasts, and the way my nipples had already hardened under his gaze and from the cold. He looked at me like I was something he was waiting to devour.
"Lie down."
I lowered myself onto the cool marble, my hair fanning out beneath me, as my body stretched from one end of the counter to the other. Matt circled around, the chocolate syrup in his hand, his eyes never leaving me.
Chris moved closer, positioning himself at my head, looking down at me from above. His fingers threaded through my hair, tilting my head back, baring my throat.
"Ready?" Matt asked. I nodded, and on cue he tipped the bottle.
The first stream of chocolate hit my collarbone, cool and thick, sliding down the slope of my breast. I gasped at the temperature, my back arching slightly off the stone. The syrup dripped down the curve, pooling at the base where my breast met my ribs. Matt then traced a line down my sternum, over my stomach, and circled my navel before trailing lower. The chocolate pooled in the shallow dip of my belly button, a dark circle against my skin.
"Spread your legs." he said, his voice low and rough.
I obeyed, and he drizzled a line of chocolate along my inner thigh, from my knee to the crease of my hip. The cool syrup against my heated skin made me shiver. He finally stepped back, admiring his work, as the bottle dangled from his fingers.
Matt then pulled his shirt over his head in one motion, the fabric catching on his shoulders before falling away. His hands went to his jeans, working the button loose, and pushing them down his thighs. He stepped out of them, kicking them aside, and stood there in nothing but the low light, his cock already half hard between his thighs.
I heard the rustle of fabric from the head of the counter where Chris stood, the whisper of his shirt hitting the floor also, and the metallic clink of his belt buckle coming undone. The sounds of them stripping echoed off the kitchen tiles, and I felt the heat of their bodies before they even touched me again.
Chris leaned down first, his tongue catching the stream on my collarbone before it could drip onto the marble. He languidly licked a path across my skin, cleaning the chocolate with hums of approval vibrating against my flesh. His tongue then traced the line down my sternum, following the trail Matt had painted, collecting every drop. The way he savoured it made me feel like I truly was the dessert tonight.
"Good?" I asked, breathless.
"Delicious." he murmured against my skin, his breath warm on the wet trail he had just licked.
Matt’s mouth descended onto my stomach, licking the chocolate from my navel in long, flat strokes. His tongue swirled around the rim, dipping inside, lapping up the syrup I could feel collecting in the hollow. He worked his way up, leaving a trail of wet heat across my ribs.
"You taste so good, sweetheart." Matt husked.
I whimpered as Chris’ tongue found the curve of my breast next, licking the chocolate from the underside, following the trail Matt had drawn. He took his time, his tongue swirling around the perimeter before closing over my nipple, sucking the chocolate clean. The combination of his tongue and the lingering sweetness sent a jolt straight to my core. Matt mirrored him on the other side, his mouth closing over the chocolate slick peak of my other breast, and I gasped, my hands flying to their hair, fingers tangling in the mess of it.
"Ohh–" I moaned, my back arching off the marble.
"That’s it." Matt hummed against my skin, the words vibrating through my chest. "Let us hear you."
Chris pulled back first, his lips wet, as his tongue darted out to catch the last traces of chocolate. He picked up the can of whipped cream next. He shook it, the sound loud in the quiet kitchen, and sprayed a dollop onto my right nipple. The cold was shocking, making me gasp, and my nipple hardened instantly under the cream. Chris’ grin widened as he sprayed another dollop onto my other breast, then a line down my stomach, and over my hip, pooling in the hollow of my navel.
His tongue swept across the whipped cream on my left breast, circling my nipple, the cold and the warmth of his mouth combining into something that made my hips shift restlessly on the counter. He sucked gently, drawing the cream and my nipple into his mouth, and I let out a soft moan.
“Oh, fuck.” I whimpered.
Matt attended the other breast, his tongue trailing a path through the whipped cream, his lips closing around my nipple with a gentleness that made a knot twist in my stomach. They worked in tandem, cleaning me with their mouths, their tongues alternating between soft licks and harder pressure.
Matt pulled back first, his lips wet, and his eyes dark. "Not bad. But I think we missed a spot."
He picked up the chocolate again, drizzling a thick line directly over my cunt. The cool syrup pooled against my folds, and I shuddered at the wet sensation. He set the bottle aside and picked up the whipped cream, shaking the can, the metallic hiss filling the charged silence of the room. He sprayed a thick cloud directly onto my mound, the cold making me bite my lip, as my hips jerked against the marble.
"Sensitive?"
"You know I am."
"That’s what makes it fun.” he grinning wickedly. "Chris, want the first taste?"
“Don’t mind if I do.” Chris' licked his lips as he lowered himself between my thighs, holding them apart. "Shit, you’re dripping."
"Then do something about it." I snapped, the anticipation began to hurt, as I parted my legs further.
And Chris did, as he leaned in closer. I felt his warm breath against the chocolate that was starting to pool there. He licked first, cleaning the syrup from my folds with long strokes of his tongue. The sweetness of the chocolate and cream mixed with the taste of my own arousal, had him groaning against me like it was the best thing he had ever tasted, and I was making sounds that were barely human.
"You’re doing so good." Matt murmured, as his hand threaded through my hair. "Just relax and let him eat."
Chris’ tongue dove into the whipped cream next, gathering a mouthful before his lips found my clit. I arched off the counter, crying out his name, as my hand flew to his hair and my legs clamped around his head. He sucked the cream off me with obscene slowness, his tongue swirling through the mess, cleaning and tasting me.
"Fuck, that’s good." he said, his voice muffled against my skin. "I could eat you all night."
His tongue worked through every fold and crease, lapping up the chocolate and my arousal in equal measure. He took his time, tracing the outline of my lips, dipping inside me before pulling back to circle my clit with a slow, agonizing pace. My hips rolled against his mouth, chasing the pressure, and he gave it to me in small, teasing increments, drawing it out until I was trembling under him.
"That’s it." Chris murmured against my cunt, the words muffled but unmistakable. "Keep moving like that. Use me."
As I rode Chris’ tongue, I felt Matt move beside me to pick up the whipped cream again. He sprayed a dollop onto his finger and brought it to my lips. "Open." I parted my lips, and he slid his finger into my mouth, the cream instantly melting on my tongue. "Suck," he said, his voice a command wrapped in velvet.
I closed my lips around his finger and sucked. Hard. My tongue wrapped around the digit, drawing him deeper, and I watched his eyes go dark, his breath catching in his throat. Below me, Chris' tongue pushed inside me at the same rhythm, mirroring the motion, and I moaned around Matt's finger, the vibration making his jaw tighten.
"Fuck." he breathed.
I sucked harder, hollowing my cheeks, and he pressed a second finger into my mouth, stretching my lips. I took both of them, my tongue working between them, my eyes watering as he pushed deeper.
"That’s our good girl." he praised, his words lighting my body ablaze. "Taking the both of us."
I moaned around him, the sound muffled and broken, and below me Chris groaned against my entrance, the vibration traveling through my entire body. His tongue was plunging further inside me, curling against my walls, working me towards the edge.
I was shaking at this point, with my eyes rolling back, caught between Chris' mouth and Matt's fingers. The sweetness of the chocolate and cream mingled with the salt of skin and the taste of Matt's fingers on my tongue was setting me in an overdrive of sensations.
“She’s close.” Matt announced, pulling his fingers out slowly, as a trail of saliva connected his skin to my lips. He wiped it across my bottom lip, smearing the wetness, as he watched his brother eat me out from between my thighs.
When Chris' tongue flicked hard against my clit for the final time, I shattered with a loud cry. He licked me through it, cleaning every drop of chocolate, cream, and cum, to the point of oversensitivity.
When I finally came down, I was a trembling mess on the cold marble. Chris reappeared with his chin glistening, the filthy sight alone turning me on all over again. He looked up at me, his eyes blown wide. "Tell us what you need."
"I need you." I panted, catching my breath, as I looked between them. "Both of you."
Matt and Chris traded spots, with Matt at my lower end now and Chris beside me. The former crawled up my body, his mouth leaving a trail of open-mouthed kisses across my stomach, my ribs, and the valley between my breasts. He tasted chocolate, cream, and me, and each swipe of his tongue sent a new jolt of pleasure through my already buzzing nerves.
Chris caught my mouth in a heated kiss, which was slow and deep, and I could taste myself on his tongue, along with the sweetness of chocolate and cream, and the faint bitterness of wine. His hand cupped my breast, kneading it as his thumb circled my nipple, which was still slick and sticky with whipped cream.
When Matt reached my throat, he bit it gently at the sensitive skin there, making me moan into Chris' mouth.
"More." I pleaded when Chris broke the kiss. "I want more. Please."
Chris' hand slid down my stomach, his fingers finding me soaked again. He pushed two fingers inside me, curling them, making me cry out. "She’s ready for you, Matt." he announced, his voice rough. “She’s been so good to us. Don’t make her wait.”
Matt pulled back, looking down at me. My skin was a mess of chocolate, cream and bite marks, with my hair tangled and my chest heaving. I must have looked ruined.
"Beautiful." he countered. “So fucking perfect.”
He lowered his hands, gripping my hips, to shift me forward until my ass was flush against the edge of the counter. The marble was cold against my skin, a contrast to the heat of his body pressing between my thighs, as Matt positioned himself. He then lifted my legs, and draped them over his shoulders. The position opened me completely, with my hips tilted upwards, as I felt the thick head of his cock press against my entrance. He was slick with his precum, my arousal, and the remnants of chocolate and cream that Chris left behind.
"Look at me." he gruffed, and I held his gaze.
He then pushed into me in one fluid motion. The stretch was deep and full, his thickness spreading me open inch by inch. I let out a sound that was half gasp and half moan, as my lips parted open. He filled me completely, until his hips were flush against mine, and he stayed there for a moment, letting me adjust to his size and feel every inch of him.
"Shit." he hissed, his voice sounding wrecked. "You’re so fucking tight."
All I could do was moan from the ecstasy of being so stuffed full of him.
"Tell me…" he heaved, his hips beginning to move slowly. "Tell me how it feels."
"So full." I slurred, my voice cracking. "Matt— fuck."
As Matt set a steady pace, each thrust pushed a sound out of me. We had a harmony of moans, groans, and profanities between us as he plunged deeper and faster into me, making me ricochet against him, as my sweat-misted body glided upon the smooth marble surface under me. The wet clapping sounds of our skin echoed throughout the kitchen, it almost being like a metronome as my brain went into a blurry haze.
At my head, Chris stepped closer, his cock level with my lips, already hard and slick with precum. He threaded his fingers through my hair, gathering the strands, tilting my face up towards him.
"Your turn." he said, his voice rough with lust.
He reached for the whipped cream can, shook it once, and held the nozzle to the tip of his shaft. A thick white cloud bloomed against his skin, covering the head in a swirl of cream, pooling around the ridge and dripping slowly down the length of him. The cream clung to him, cold against the heat of his skin, and I watched a single drop slide down and fall onto the counter.
Chris moved closer, positioning himself at my head. His cock was right there, the scent of vanilla and sugar mixing with the salt of him. I reached up and wrapped my hand around his length, feeling the heat of his skin. I held him steady, guiding the mushroom tip towards my lips.
"Fuck, look at you." he said, with a heavy exhale. "Holding my cock like that. Like you already know what to do with it."
I opened my mouth, with my tongue hanging out, as he fed me his cock slowly. The whipped cream melted onto my tongue first, cold and sweet, the sugar dissolving against the heat of my mouth. And then the taste of him replaced it, his skin slick against my lips, as the salt of him mixed with the vanishing sweetness. When I wrapped my mouth around the head, I heard his breath catch above me. My hand stayed wrapped around his shaft, pumping slowly in time with my mouth, feeling the way his hips wanted to thrust deeper but held back.
"You’re gonna kill me.” he groaned out loud.
I took him deeper, my tongue working the underside of his shaft, cleaning every trace of whipped cream from his skin. He did taste like dessert. I hollowed my cheeks, sucking him slowly as my hand worked the base of him. Chris’ fingers began to thread through the strands of my hair, not to guide but just to anchor himself.
Below me, Matt was still fucking me ruthlessly, his strokes steady and deep, each one hitting a place that made my toes curl. His hands gripped my hips hard enough to bruise, pulling me onto his cock with every thrust, and I heard his breathing grow ragged above the wet sounds of his skin meeting mine.
"You feel that?" Matt rasped. "Feel how fucking deep I am? How full you are of me?"
I couldn’t answer as I looked at him with heavy lidded eyes. My mouth was full of Chris, and my hand was still working his shaft in rhythm with my tongue. I made a garbled sound instead, a muffled moan that vibrated through Chris' cock, making him groan and shudder above me, as his hips bucked forward.
"She’s fucking insane. Taking us both at the same time. " Chris said, sounding wrecked and in awe. “What a fucking whore.”
“She feels incredible.” Matt added.
Their degrading praises were pushing me further to the brink, and all I could do was helplessly moan in reply. In a funny way, being stuffed full by both Matt and Chris like this, taking them both and testing my limits, made me feel prideful.
Chris' hand tightened in my hair, guiding my rhythm as I bobbed my head, taking him deeper with each pass. The salt of his precum spread across my tongue as I worked him, while my hand stayed wrapped around the base of his length to stroke in time with my mouth.
Matt’s pace quickened, fucking me hard and fast, driven by the sugar rushing through his veins and the sight of me spread out on the kitchen counter like his personal dessert. I felt the pressure starting to build, coiling low in my belly, and I gasped for air around Chris' cock as it mounted.
"She’s close." Matt announced, his voice strained. "She’s fucking squeezing me so tight."
On cue, Chris' hand slid down my body, leaving my hair, and trailed across my throat and chest. His fingers found my clit through the mess of arousal and chocolate, pressing down and circling in time with Matt's thrusts. The added stimulation made me cry out around him, as my back arched off the counter.
"That’s it, baby." Chris coaxed, as his thumb pressed down harder. "You’re doing so well."
"Cum for us, pretty girl." Matt added.
Chris' thumb pressed harder, rubbing faster, and Matt drove into me deep and held. The combination sent me over the edge, making my orgasm crash through me in waves that made my vision go white. A guttural cry erupted out of me as I clenched tightly around Matt's cock, my body shuddering against the marble.
Matt followed with a final groan, spilling inside me as I pulsed around him, his hips stuttering.
And with one last buck of his hips, Chris spilled into my mouth, hot and thick. I sealed my lips around him, swallowing what I could. Some of it seeped past the corners of my lips, running down my chin in thin trails. He wiped the stray drops with his thumb, and pressed them back into my mouth.
For a long moment, there was only the sound of heavy breathing, ragged and loud in the quiet kitchen. The three of us were a tangle of limbs across the marble counter, amongst the mess of chocolate, cream, cum, and sweat. Matt's cock was still inside me, softening, and I felt the slow leak of him between my thighs. The air smelled like sex and sugar.
Matt moved first, his mouth finding my throat. He pressed a kiss to the hollow below my ear, warm and lingering, his breath hot and uneven against my skin. Chris leaned in from the other side, his lips brushing the curve of my shoulder, trailing up the column of my neck until he reached the spot just behind my jaw. They nuzzled into me from either side, two sets of lips moving across my skin, tender and unhurried, claiming me in the aftermath.
The light above me blurred at the edges of my vision as I let myself feel the weight of them pressed against me. Their warmth seeped into my cooling skin, as their mouths continued to trace lazy patterns across my neck and shoulders.
As I laid there between them with my skin sticky and my body aching, my mind spun with the impossibility of this moment. A hypothetical about last meals had turned into something I never could have predicted, and yet here I was, caught between two brothers who had taken me apart and put me back together piece by piece.
And all I could think was, what a way to go out.
A/N: I wrote this so fast I hope it doesn't feel rushed lmao but after the recent video and the way chratt been having a slut off this week, i just had to write this oops bye i hope yall enjoy it :))
The first time Nathan Doe saw Alina Lopez, she wasn’t standing in front of his camera.
She was on a billboard.
Perfect smile. Perfect lighting. Millions of followers. One of YouTube’s biggest creators who had somehow managed to become the internet’s favorite model without ever signing with a major agency.
Nathan barely looked up before continuing to edit photos on his laptop.
To him, she was just another client.
And that’s exactly why she hired him.
⸻
Alina Lopez had fired three photographers in two months.
“They make me look like an influencer,” she complained to her manager.
“You are an influencer.”
“I know, but I don’t want my photos to scream ‘Instagram.’ I want them to feel…real.”
“So what are you looking for?”
She slid her phone across the desk.
On the screen was Nathan Doe’s photography page.
Simple.
No dramatic captions.
No selfies.
No behind-the-scenes videos.
Just photographs.
Portraits that somehow made strangers look like movie characters.
Nick had music playing from the kitchen while he attempted to cook something edible. Chris was on the couch scrolling through his phone, occasionally laughing at videos before turning the screen toward you.
“Look at this one,” he grinned.
You laughed, resting your head against his shoulder.
“I swear your For You Page is broken.”
“My humor is elite.”
“It’s questionable.”
Chris gasped dramatically, placing a hand over his chest.
“That hurts.”
You smiled before leaning over and kissing his cheek.
He smiled right back.
Dating Chris had been…easy.
Warm.
Comfortable.
He was the kind of boyfriend who made sure you got home safely, stole your hoodie just to wear it around the house, and somehow convinced you to stay for dinner almost every night.
Matt…
Matt was different.
Quiet.
Reserved.
You and Matt got along well enough, but he mostly kept to himself. He wasn’t cold—just harder to read.
Sometimes you’d catch him looking at you before immediately looking away.
You always assumed it was because you were dating his brother.
Nothing more.
Nothing less.
⸻
Later that evening…
Nick announced he wanted everyone to help him rearrange furniture.
“No,” Chris groaned.
“Yes.”
“No.”
“Yes.”
“I literally live here.”
“And so do I.”
Chris sighed dramatically before standing.
“This family is exhausting.”
Everyone split up around the house.
Nick disappeared upstairs looking for extension cords.
Chris went into the garage.
Matt walked down the hallway toward the laundry room.
You wandered after Chris, intending to ask if he wanted anything to drink.
The hallway lights suddenly flickered.
“…Seriously?” Nick shouted upstairs.
Everything went black.
The entire house lost power.
“Oh come on!” Chris yelled from somewhere.
“I can’t see anything!” Nick complained.
You laughed quietly.
Only for a second.
The house was completely dark.
The only light came from the faint glow outside through the curtains.
You carefully walked down the hallway.
“Chris?”
No answer.
“Chris?”
You heard footsteps.
Soft.
Close.
Relieved, you smiled.
“There you are.”
The figure stopped in front of you.
Without thinking…
You reached up.
Your fingers lightly grabbed the front of his hoodie.
“I found you.”
Then…
You kissed him.
Soft.
Gentle.
Just like you always kissed Chris.
For a second…
He froze.
Every muscle in his body went rigid.
Matt.
He knew immediately.
He knew exactly who you thought he was.
He should pull away.
He should tell you.
He should say your name.
Instead…
His heart won.
He kissed you back.
Only for a few seconds.
Not because he wanted to trick you…
But because if he suddenly shoved you away, you’d know instantly something was wrong.
And a selfish part of him…
Had imagined what kissing you would feel like more times than he’d ever admit.
Your lips moved against his.
His hand instinctively rested on your waist.
His heart pounded so loudly he thought you might hear it.
Then—
The lights snapped back on.
Everything became visible.
Your eyes opened.
You smiled—
Until you saw him.
Not Chris.
Matt.
Your smile disappeared instantly.
Your face turned white.
“…Matt?”
He immediately stepped back.
“I’m—”
“Oh my God.”
You covered your mouth.
“Oh my God.”
Silence.
Complete silence.
Neither of you moved.
Neither of you knew what to say.
“I’m so sorry.”
The words spilled out before you could stop them.
“I thought you were Chris.”
Matt swallowed.
“I know.”
“I didn’t mean—”
“I know.”
Your hands shook.
“I’m so sorry.”
Matt looked down at the floor.
“You don’t have to apologize.”
“I literally kissed my boyfriend’s brother.”
“You thought I was him.”
“But you kissed me back.”
His jaw tightened.
“…Yeah.”
“Why?”
Matt couldn’t answer.
Because the truth would ruin everything.
Because he’d wanted that kiss for longer than he should have.
Because admitting it meant admitting feelings he wasn’t supposed to have.
Instead…
“I didn’t want you to realize in the dark.”
You stared at him.
“…Really?”
He nodded once.
Your stomach twisted with guilt.
Before either of you could say another word—
Chris walked around the corner carrying a flashlight.
“There you guys are.”
He smiled.
“What are you two doing standing in the hallway?”
Your heart nearly stopped.
Matt answered first.
“Nothing.”
Chris looked between the two of you.
“You both look like you saw a ghost.”
You forced the biggest smile you could manage.
“We just got surprised when the lights came back.”
Chris laughed.
“I swear this house is falling apart.”
He wrapped an arm around your shoulders.
“You okay?”
You nodded quickly.
“Yeah.”
Matt looked away.
Chris never noticed.
But as Chris led you back toward the living room, your mind replayed the kiss over and over.
You had kissed Matt.
Matt had kissed you back.
And neither of you could tell Chris…because you weren’t sure which truth would hurt him more:
That it was an accident…
Or that, for a few stolen seconds in the dark, Matt hadn’t wanted it to end.
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