i’m an early seasons kind of girly. the acting is vaguely bad, the characters are young and innocent, the conflict isn’t so terrible and heartbreaking. love early seasons.
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: y/n participates in the triplets' "dirty q&a" video, where she accidentally infers that her experience losing her virginity to matt back in high school had been mediocre. instead of taking offence, matt makes it his mission to show her just how much he has improved since then.
warnings: SMUT; established friendship; m/f oral; unprotected p in v; dirty talk; 18+
notes: hi guys! this is my first ever one shot so pls be gentle with me (i'm genuinely so terrified to post this). it has absolutely NOT been proof read forgive me, but i hope you all enjoy <333
“Guys why am I actually nervous to film this?” Nick proclaimed from his place in the backseat of the car beside me. “No I am genuinely so scared right now.” Replied Chris from the seat in front of me as he began passing out our respective orders from McDonalds.
“We can’t act nervous or else the fans are gonna go even crazier than they already will.” Added Nick as Matt adjusted the camera on the dash. “You’re sure you’re gonna be able to handle the inevitable shit talking that’s gonna come from all this?” Matt asked as he turned to face me in the back. I took a deep breath but nodded. “The more they see me the more desensitized they’ll be. They’ll have to eventually get over it.”
As one of the triplet’s closest girl friends, I had been on the receiving end of a fair amount of hate from their fangirls on the internet. Because I had known them since elementary school, I had been a part of many of their earlier videos when their fans had still been pretty chill about our friendship. But over the past year, a new wave of younger fans had found the videos and had made it their life mission to publicly bash me any chance that they could. It became too much when, a few months ago, one of them decided to spread a rumour that Chris and I had slept together based on nothing other than strategically edited clips of us smiling at each other. It was then that the guys and I had made the decision to keep me as out of the public eye as possible.
However, the guys had sat me down last week to explain how fed up they were with how restricted they felt they had been in their content. They wanted to make an attempt at reclaiming a fandom built primarily of viewers closer to our age, and they thought that the best way to try that was to ignore the petty complaints and make content that they wanted to make. So, since I had been staying with them in Los Angeles for the month, I had agreed to not only be in one of their regular videos, but I had agreed to be in their ‘dirty q&a’ video. I couldn’t lie, I was a bit nervous, but mostly I was excited that my friends were finally confident enough to make videos with more extreme topics.
“Alright guys, ya’ll ready?” Chris asked, intaking a sharp breath while his hand hovered over the record button on the camera. We all responded with a falsely enthusiastic “ready!”, and the camera was turned on.
“Alright, first question,” Nick began after his long-winded introduction filled with disclaimers and explanations for their change in content. “How many people have you slept with?” Already with the first question, it was obvious that the guys were tentative about answering. “Bro I don’t know, next question.” Chris responded, rubbing his eyes with the heel of his hands. “What do you mean by ‘I don’t know’ Chris?” Asked Matt tauntingly. “I mean I haven’t fucking kept track of everyone I’ve slept with.” He responded bluntly, before realizing how bad that had sounded. We all, however, erupted into laughter immediately. “Okay okay it’s not that bad guys I swear, I just have a bad memory is all.” He attempted to remedy his previous answer, but all three of us continued to laugh.
“Matt, how about you?” Asked Nick, to which Matt simply held up five fingers to the camera. “Same with me.” Nick agreed before turning to me. “Y/n? Spill it.” I rolled my eyes before answering truthfully. “Seven.” I shrugged, and I caught Matt’s smiley eyes through the rear view mirror.
“Alright next question is…” Chris was scrolling through the responses to their Instagram threads. “How old were you when you lost your virginity?”
“Sixteen” We all responded in unison, and immediately buckled over in laughter. “Not all at once though ya’ll.” Nick explained through his laughter, while mine and Matt’s eyes flew open and Chris’ laugh turned into hysterics. “Well…” Chris began before he was cut short by the three of us telling him to shut up. “I’m definitely gonna have to cut that one out. Sorry you two fools, I kind of set him up there.” Nick rolled his eyes as he looked between Matt and I.
Ironically enough, the fans had been half right in their rumour about Chris and I sleeping together. I had slept with one of the triplets before, but it wasn’t Chris.
When we were sixteen, Matt and I had decided that we wanted to lose our virginities to each other. It had been a no-strings-attached decision, and our friendship thankfully never wavered after it was done. Both Nick and Chris had already lost theirs that same year, and we had both just kind of wanted to get it over with. Obviously, this piece of information was known only by Matt and I, and of course Chris and Nick since they had barged into the room while we were in bed together. Even though the vindictive side of me would love to have the fans know this piece of information and shatter their dreams, I knew that the fallout would be an absolute nightmare.
“Okay let’s see…” I had been handed Nick’s phone to choose a question to answer and was scrolling through my options. “Here’s a simple one. Favourite position? Mine’s speed bump for sure.” I placed the phone down, satisfied with my confident answer, only to be met with multiple pairs of confused eyes. “I beg your pardon? The fuck is speed bump?” Asked Nick as he took his phone back. “The one where you’re kinda just lying flat on your stomach with the guy behind you. Trust me it’s chef’s kiss.” I responded simply. Chris’ facial expression turned from confusion to one of understanding. “Ohhh yeah that’s a good one.” He replied as he dapped me up. “Great, gonna have to edit that out too unless you want the rumours to get really bad again.” Nick said as he rolled his eyes. “Shit, sorry Nick.” Chris said, giggling slightly.
“Let’s just move on.” Matt said as he began scrolling on his own phone. “Best and worst sexual experiences.” He read off of his screen. There was a moment of silence while we all thought of our answers. “I had a girl throw up on my dick once. The problem is I don’t know if that makes it the worst or the best though.” Said Chris, earning a loud groan from each of us. “You’re sick.” Replied Matt, giving his brother a disgusted look.
“I mean I guess the worst sex would probably be my first time right? Like that makes sense right?” Asked Nick in an attempt to steer the conversation away from Chris’ confession, to which I nodded in agreed response without thinking. I caught Matt’s eyes in the rearview mirror again, this time seeing them filled with a pleading expression. Realizing what I had done, I silently prayed to the universe that my action would go unnoticed by the others. Unfortunately and unsurprisingly, my head nod didn’t make it past Chris, which was made incredibly clear when he mumbled to Nick behind his hand that was hiding his smiling mouth from the camera.
“Did you see that?” He asked, and Nick looked confused so he continued, “Y/n agreed with you about her first time.” He managed to get out before erupting into laughter at the expense of his brother. Matt threw his hands up in the air once Nick joined Chris in his giggling, and I winced from my place in the backseat; also mouthing an apology to Matt’s reflection in the mirror.
“Bro come on it was my first time! I guarantee you were trash your first time too.” Matt said in an attempt to repair his ego as he threw his empty cup at Chris. “Maybe so, but I don’t have the girl who I lost it to here in the car to confirm it.” Chris snarked back, playfully nudging Matt’s shoulder. “We all gotta start somewhere dude.” He added when Matt didn’t respond. As Nick continued choking on his own laughter, Matt crossed his arms and stared out the window, very clearly wishing he was anywhere but there in that moment.
“Okay okay,” Nick began catching his breath. “We need to cool it because 90% of that what we just filmed is completely unusable. Let’s please just try to make it through this video without exposing Matt and Y/n’s bumpy sexual history again.” He pleaded as he began scrolling through his phone to find new questions.
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“God, that was rough.” Said Chris as we all climbed out of the parked car. We had finally finished the video. It took us an hour to film, and would still be edited down to just twenty minutes of content where we weren’t exposing big secrets or directly fuelling past rumours.
“At least it’s done. It might be a while before I ever want to do that again.” Nick responded as he opened the garage door leading into their house. “Agreed.” Added Matt from behind me as we climbed the stairs to the main level. We all walked over to the fridge to grab drinks, as if the beverages would clean our dirty mouths.
“Alright,” Chris began after a hefty chug from his Pepsi, “I’m going to my room. Matt, Nick, get on Fortnite with me.” He began descending the stairs. “I’ll get on once I shower Chris. I have a desperate need to scrub this FILTH off of my body.” Replied Nick, and he began walking towards the stairs leading to his bedroom. “Y/n, come upstairs whenever you want to go to sleep and I’ll get off the game.” He called over his shoulder as he disappeared at the top of the stairs.
Matt and I were left alone in the kitchen, him sitting at the table and me sitting on top of the counter in between the stove and the fridge. Swinging my legs carelessly, I decided to break the silence first. “I’m really sorry about all of that in the car Matt. I didn’t mean it.” He looked up at me and chuckled. “Yes you did, and it’s not a big deal. I know I wasn’t great back then.” He responded before taking a drink from his can. I smiled softly at his response but decided to leave it be. There was no use in trying to deny it. The sex was just boring, short, and awkward; the way that most first times are. At least he didn’t take any offence to it.
“You know,” He began after a few moments of silence, his eyes shooting to mine as he stood up from his place at the kitchen table. “I’ve gotten much better.” A playful smirk travelled to his lips as he began walking towards my frozen figure on the counter. He stopped just a few short centimetres away from me, so close that I could reach out and touch any part of him that I wanted. I couldn’t tell if he was fucking with me, until I felt his early signs of arousal press lightly against my knee.
My throat was dry, and I felt like a deer in headlights. Even though Matt and I had slept together when we were younger, the dynamic was much different than now. The proposition came about awkwardly, and we were a fumbling mess with very little understanding of how it felt to be aroused. But in this moment, I was very very aroused just from this conversation.
In my silence, he placed a firm hand on my hip, rubbing his thumb across it gently. “I can do just about anything. Just let me know how you want it and I can give it to you.” My stomach did a somersault at his words, and I felt my panties dampen. He used his free hand to push my legs apart so that he could stand in between them, and my limp hands subconsciously moved up to grab onto his shoulders. At the first sign of my willingness, Matt quickly leaned forward and peppered soft, teasingly slow kisses along my neck. His lips travelled up to my ear, where he bit the lobe playfully before whispering, “Well, tell me. How do you want me Y/n?”
His words caused me to clench on nothing and I nearly moaned from the anticipation. With him still waiting on my response I whispered back, “You can do anything you want to me, Matty.”
Without missing a beat, he attacked my lips with his own and I melted from the immediate relief. I moved my hands from his shoulders up to the base of his head, and as his tongue danced along with mine I pulled gently at his messy hair; my own mouth filling with a moan falling from his lips. His right hand traveled up my grey hoodie to find that I had nothing on underneath, and he lightly brushed the bottom of my left tit with his thumb. Suddenly his hands moved from under my shirt and gripped my ass as he effortlessly lifted me off the counter and into his arms. I wrapped my legs around his waist and he stumbled towards his bedroom.
Once inside the undisturbed room, he placed me down on his desk, my ass hitting the mouse and causing the computer to turn on; casting a light on the otherwise dark room. He wasted no time in removing my hoodie, leaning me back slightly so he could easily twirl his tongue along each nipple. I hummed in pleasure from the warm, wet sensation of his mouth connecting to my skin, and brought my hand down in between our bodies to softly run my hand up and down his clothed hardness. After a few moments, he pushed my hand away and dropped to his knees in between my legs.
Pulling my grey sweats off my body and pushing my thong to the side in one quick motion, Matt took a moment to relish in my swollen, dripping hole. “I don’t remember you being this wet for me last time.” He smirked as he looked up at me with blown out pupils. “Let’s see if you taste the same.” My eyes rolled to the back of my head at his filthy words, and a moan slipped from between my lips as his mouth made sloppy contact with my sensitive bud. I subconsciously grabbed onto the back of his head, suffocating him with my heat as he continued to suck and kiss my clit. As his tongue worked on my nerves, he released a guttural moan that vibrated against my heat, causing my back to arch at the intense feeling.
When we had done this all of those years before, Matt’s movements were lacking in confidence. He had fumbled around my clit blindly, and had ate me out cautiously as if he was afraid of hurting me. Now, this Matt had clearly gained experience, as my stomach was already beginning to fill with the familiar pressure from the build up of an orgasm once I watched him find all of my most sensitive spots; his eyes blissfully closed.
Suddenly, he pulled his mouth away from my heat and I groaned at the loss of contact. He straightened his body back up to my level and brought his face so close to mine that our noses were touching. “Kiss me. I want you to know how good you taste.” He whispered through his glistening bright red lips. More on fire than I had ever been in my life, I immediately attached my open mouth to his, moaning at the distinct taste of my sweet arousal on his tongue. As we deepened the kiss, his fingers found my heat and he ran two of them up and down my folds to collect my wetness before slamming them into my cunt; finding my spongey g-spot on the first pump with his curled fingers.
My head rolled back, lost in the euphoric feeling of his fingers filling me up, and he watched my facial expressions intently as the wet sounds of my upcoming orgasm filled the space between us. “Holy fuck, Matt.” I slurred, my voice coming out choppy as his fingers continued to relentlessly pound into me; never losing contact with that one spot that drove me crazy. “I-I’m gonna-” I squeezed my eyes shut, feeling the very beginning of my orgasm roll over my body.
Suddenly, all of his movements stopped and my eyes shot open out of frustration. In the time since my eyes had screwed shut, his own had darkened in arousal. My body trembled from the sudden halt in its pleasure, and he smirked at me. “You want to cum, sweetheart?” He asked, his kind words a harsh paradox to his sinister expression. Still, I nodded eagerly to which he pulled his fingers out of me completely before leaning up and placing his wet mouth right against my ear.
“You’re gonna fucking wait for me.”
I attempted to squeeze my legs together to take some pressure off of my throbbing, unsatisfied core as his vulgar words scrambled my brain, before he pulled me off the desk and pushed my head down so that I was now the one on my knees. Confused, I looked up to find him gazing down at me. He gestured towards his clothed member. “Go ahead.” I grinned slyly.
My turn.
I had made an attempt at giving him head the first time we had sex. Just like him, I had struggled with confidence due to the sole fact that I had no clue what I was doing. Since then, I had had plenty of practice, and I was excited to now be the one to show him my improvements.
I grabbed onto the waist band of his pyjama pants and pulled them down to his knees. With only his tight red boxer shorts covering it now, the outline of his thick cock and the small wet spot at its tip from his pre-cum made my mouth water. I brought my mouth up to the skin on his lower stomach, right above the Calvin Klein logo on his boxers, and began peppering excruciatingly slow kisses along the light sprinkling of hair there. I glanced up at him through my eyelashes to find him peering down at me with curious lust, his mouth open slightly and his chest rising and falling with heavy breaths.
After a short while, I grabbed his boxers and pulled them down to meet his pants at his knees. His hardened cock smacked his stomach on its release from the tight material, where it left a wet patch from his pre-cum. Grabbing it with my left hand, I collected a pool of saliva in my mouth and stared up at him as I let it all drip down his swollen member. After pumping my hand for a few strokes, I placed only the tip in my mouth as I watched his eyes dilate. I swirled my tongue teasingly along the swollen tip, tasting the the saltiness of his fluid. Eventually, I began pumping my hand up and down his shaft in rhythm with my head bobbing along the top half of his cock. He shifted on his feet at the new sensation and let his head fall back. I kept my pace agonizingly lazy, knowing that it would drive him crazy.
With my tongue, I licked a strip from the base of his ball sack, up his shaft, and to his tip, earning a hushed whimper from his lethargic mouth before he grabbed my hair and shifted his hips. Looking down at me and holding my head firmly in place, he began thrusting his hips as he kept me still. He started slow, but when he realized that I could take more his pace began to pick up and his cock began to hit deep in my throat. I looked up at him through my tear-filled eyes, and saliva began to drip down my chin. “Fuck you look so good with my cock in your mouth.” He grunted out through each thrust. I lifted my hand to cup his balls, giving them gentle squeezes that seemed to send him towards his climax.
As a moan fell from his lips, he pulled my head back so that his dripping cock sprung free before he got the chance to fill my mouth with his cum. He stood there for a moment with his eyes closed taking deep breaths as if he was fighting the urge to finish right then, before he opened his eyes and gazed down at me. “Get on the bed.”
I pulled myself up off the ground and, on shaky legs, walked over to his bed with him following close behind. Once I reached the edge of the bed he stopped me, turning me around to face him and pushing me down so I would sit. “Put your feet on the bed and pull your knees up to your chest.” He commanded, and I did as I was told, albeit I was a bit confused. “Good girl.” He praised me as he pulled me right up to the edge of the bed before pushing my legs further apart.
Placing one of his knees on the bed beside me, he lined his cock up with my entrance; rubbing it tantalizingly along my wetness. Placing one arm around my waist to brace my body, he slowly pushed his cock inside of me right there on the edge of the bed. His trusts were slow but harsh, and the position he had placed us in made it so that my cervix was barrelled into each time his hips met mine. He placed his sweat-coated forehead against my collar bone and released small breathless grunts with each deep thrust. “So fucking good Matt. Oh god.” I whined as his pace began to increase in speed. He planted his teeth into my shoulder as we fell back onto the bed; his body now completely on top of mine as he continued to drive into me.
He lifted his head and looked fixedly at my fucked out face, his eyes glossed over in erotic pleasure. With this visual, I was brought back to the first time we had fucked, in a position so similar to this one. His rhythm was slower and much more tentative, and we were both certainly much less pleasing to the other, but still I suddenly got hit with a wave of recognition in how much we had both grown since then.
I was pulled out of my trance by Matt’s commanding voice. “Move back real quick and get on your stomach.” I did as I was told, feeling the emptiness that came from his dick sliding out of my soaking wet pussy. Assuming he wanted me in doggy, I got on my knees and arched my back; my head and shoulders pressed firmly against the soft mattress. I felt the bed move as he climbed on all the way, and in a moment of animalistic desperation I pushed my needy cunt subconsciously back to meet heat of his cock.
“No.” He stated simply, his veiny hands massaging my ass. Confused, I looked over my shoulder as I waited for him to explain. He had an ominous smile as he moved his gaze from my fully exposed cunt to my face. “I wanna see if your favourite position is really worth the hype.” He used his hands on my ass to push it down flat to the bed before adjusting himself so that he could line up correctly. Still looking over my shoulder with glazed eyes, I watched his expression as his cock sunk into my core once again. His jaw was clenched tightly and his eyelashes fluttered slightly from the new sensation that the position gave him as he bottomed out. “Oh fuck.” His eyes were fully shut now as he stayed still for a moment. Small beads of sweat traveled down his stomach as I took in the beauty of the man who was making me feel so so good.
Getting turned on even more just from Matt’s visual pleasure, my walls clenched subconsciously and I whined, “Please keep going Matty.” His eyes snapped open and landed on mine, before he leaned forward — one hand beside my head and the other planted firmly to the small of my back — and began pounding into me relentlessly.
The depth of this position allowed me to feel every inch of his cock, and it became impossible to keep the moans and strings of profanity from escaping my lips. This seemed to be the case for Matt too, as over the sounds of my own moans and the wet sounds of our bodies connecting, I could hear the gruff throaty moans of his own pleasure. “Fuck. You’re so fucking tight Y/n.” Even though I was aware that we were both making far too much noise that Chris and Nick would definitely hear, I couldn’t get myself to bring it to Matt’s attention, as the animalistic vocalization of his indulgence was bringing me closer and closer to my climax.
“I-I need to cum Matty.” I managed to vocalize as my nerves began to unravel. “Hold it. Want you to cum with me.” He responded, leaning even further forward so that his body was practically lying on top of mine. He took a free hand and wrapped it around my throat, lightly squeezing the sides as my pleasure became dangerously close to bubbling over.
“P-Please cum for me. I can’t hold it anymore.” I begged, digging my nails into his silk bedsheets and feeling my walls quiver each time he drove his cock into my cervix. His breathing became hitched in my ear and his movements became sloppier. Biting my ear, he asked, “Where do you want me to cum, Y/n?”
Without wasting time, I moaned my response. “Cum in me please. Want you to fill me with it.” At that, Matt slammed his twitching cock into me a few more times before finally telling me what I so desperately needed him to.
“Okay sweetheart. Go ahead and make a mess for me.” Even before his words fully left his dirty mouth, I gave into the overbearing pressure in my stomach and felt my intense orgasm over-take me. Practically screaming his name, my pussy convulsed uncontrollably. I felt the immediate relief and heard the gush as I squirted along his cock and down his legs. “Jesus.” He moaned out as his body suddenly stilled. As my legs shook, I could feel his cock twitching inside of me; painting my walls with his cum.
After we both came down from our highs, catching our breath and reconnecting with our minds, Matt slowly pulled his dick — freshly bathed in my own juices — out of my swollen core. With a satisfied sigh, he threw his body onto the bed beside mine. Both of us laid there for a moment, facing one another with glazed over expressions, before a shameless smile crept onto Matt’s face.
“Well you definitely didn’t squirt the last time we slept together.” He chuckled proudly, and I knew his ego had been inflated. I rolled my eyes. “Well, you didn’t whimper the last time we fucked either.” It was my turn to smile as he covered his face bashfully. We laid there in silence for a moment, both of us lethargic and fucked out.
“If that was anything like when ya’ll lost your virginities then I am extremely impressed.”
Matt and I both shot our heads up and looked around the room for the origin of that familiar voice. We were alone, but my eyes focused on the lit-up computer. On the screen, Matt’s Discord was open to the group with Nick and Chris. I turned to look at Matt, who had also clearly made the same discovery that I had, and whispered, “Did you for real leave the channel unmuted?” He tucked his lips together and shrugged apprehensively, before climbing off the bed and over to the computer.
“Chris, how much of that did you hear?” He asked into his headset. I heard a laugh through the mic. “Oh Matt, I heard it all. Good work. I’m a proud brother.” I covered my face in embarrassment as Matt rolled his eyes. “Fuck off. You’re a perv.” He mumbled to his brother, but I caught the small smile that tried to creep to his lips.
“I’m gonna need a fucking lobotomy to get over the trauma that I was just put through.” I heard Nick’s voice now through the mic and I couldn’t help but laugh. “Bro you could have just left the server, you act like I forced you to listen to the entire thing.” Matt argued with his older brother. “You think I stayed and listened to the ENTIRE thing? What are you crazy?” I was full out laughing now, despite the embarrassment. “I left as soon as I figured out what was happening, but I still heard waaaay too much.” Matt laughed now and muted his mic — perhaps a bit too late — then walked back to where I was on the bed, propped up on my forearms.
“Whoops.” He simply said as he pulled his boxers back up. I shook my head and smiled shyly. “We are literally never going to be able to live that down.” I replied as he draped his body along the bed beside me again. Rubbing his eyes awkwardly, he shrugged softly. “Well, at least they’re gonna have to stop teasing me about my skills.” I smacked his arm playfully and he responded by grabbing me swiftly and pulling me to his side.
“You were impressed, weren’t you?” He asked teasingly, as he held me close. I closed my eyes and sighed, “I was, Matt. Really, really, impressed.” He giggled into my neck at my truthful response and I swatted him once again.
“I’m glad we got our re-do. I’d been wanting that for a while.” He said after a moment. I looked at him with a smile and ruffled his hair. “Me too, honestly. I always knew you had some potential in you.” I teased.
“Well, if you don’t want to have to face Nick right now, you’re welcome to sleep in here tonight.” He offered and I sighed in relief. “That would be great, actually.” I said as I began to sit up. “Let’s get cleaned up first though.” He began as he got up and grabbed us both towels from his closet, “You’re not allowed to get under my sheets until you wash my children off your thighs.” My eyes shot open at his disgusting choice of words and I quickly covered myself with my towel. “Matthew Bernard you are sick!” I exclaimed as we both headed towards his bathroom. “Sure am. But so are you.”
He pulled me into a hug while we stood in the bathroom waiting for the shower to warm up. As he rubbed circles on my back with his hand, I sighed. “I think this is the secret to good friendship.” He chuckled before asking, “What is?” Playfully, I smacked his ass over his boxers. “Fucking the shit out of each other once in a while.” He laughed and pulled away from the hug before getting into the shower; leaving the glass door open so that I could follow him. “Shut your weird ass up and get in the shower with me, friend.”
“Hmmm….fuckin’ delicious. Who, who needs birthday cake?”
Warnings: MATT THE MUNCH!!!! MDNI
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A/N: happy birthday to the people I love so much!!! Thank you to @streamermattsgf for helping me with tags again!! This is also NOT proofread in the slightest!!
Matt was desperate as he begged you with puppy eyes. It was his birthday. You wanted to please him, but he wanted nothing more than to eat up and have his own birthday treat.
“Baby, it’s your birthday—“
“Exactly! Please. I want this, this is all I want, sweetheart,”
You couldn’t refuse as you saw him frustratedly grasping at your hips. With nod, you hesitantly tangle your fingers in his hair as his lips litter small kisses up and down your inner thigh.
“—make sure,” he sucks a hungry mark, letting his teeth dig in your inner thigh. “—pull my hair. Hard, baby. I love when you do that shit. So much,” he pleas.
His tongue slowly traces further between your legs until he comes face to face with your core. Slowly reaching out a finger, he stares with his eyes at the rush of glistening wetness coating his pointer finger. Hungrily, his mouth seals around the digit. He lets out a soft groan, his eyes closing in bliss from the pure content he gets front the familiar taste.
“Keep these righttttt,” Matt shifts your legs wider on the bed, “—here. Yeah,” his eyes swiftly meet yours as he brings his mouth down. He kissed down to your slit, maintaining his lingering gaze on your face.
Your mouth goes ajar as he starts to get lost with his explorations. Fingers grip in his hair tight, eliciting a sharp moan from his end that leaves your spread legs wanting to snap shut. His palms hold them, massaging into the skin as he tongue fucks into you.
“Keep ‘em nice and open for me, it’s my birthday and I get what I want, hm?” He gives kitten licks to your pussy in between words, his half hooded eyes dropping to close as he completely reattaches his mouth. “—‘s all I want hmmm,” he sighs contently, grinning against you as your voice shrieks from the vibrations of his mouth.
It all feels so good—too good. Sloppy, romantic sensations leave your back arching off the bed and legs maneuvering to close together. Matt’s prying your legs open, his mouth getting hungrier as he feels you clench around his tongue and gush out more familiar flavored slick.
“Matt—“
He moans against you. His nose bumping at your clit and tongue massage along your convulsing walls lead you closer to the edge as your legs flex off the bed.
“Give it to me, c’mon,” he encourages. The words and hungrier movements of his mouth devouring you leave you screaming with sealed lips. He lets out a deep noise of pure ecstasy as you attempt to yank his head back from the overwhelming stimulation.
“—‘s too much, baby. I…”
But Matt is lost with his pleasure, completely drunk of you as he continues the same, sloppy antics. Each time you try to pull him away by yanking his hair, you see his closed eyes peep open as his pupils roll back. Sure, you’re wet, but the precum leaking from his dick is starting to not just be precum.
“That’s it, fuck—“ he hisses. You see his hips rut into the mattress as he slurps up more juices from your leaking pussy. “Pull my hair, baby…just like that, oh god,”
As the movements still, he feels himself start to form a small puddle of cum on the bed. But his actions still don’t stop. They’ve gotten messier and that drives you insane. You can feel his intense hands spreading you open, salvia and slick trickling down your inner thighs as he shakes his face to stimulate you roughly.
“Matt! I—mmmm,” you helplessly writhe as his grip stays firm.
“My birthday, right? Just sit here and lemme eat this pussy—my pussy. My perfect fuckin girl,” he whispers open mouthed, trying to keep himself attached to your heat through his slurred words.
Your boyfriend isn’t focused on your pleasure, he’s focused on his. His hungry tongue, his starved mouth, all chasing after you. You try to take calm shaky breaths. It’s gonna be awhile like this. After all, it is his birthday.
“Hmmm….fuckin’ delicious. Who, who needs birthday cake?”
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