avid writer!!

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hear me out. a fanfic including both the triplets and sam and colby, maybe i’ll write one 😛😛

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the triplets deleted the tour videos. wdym💔

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im passing away

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A late-night drive with Matt turns into something more than either of you expected. ʚɞ M.S (3)

MINORS, SCROLL OFF NOW. !LIGHT SMUT

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authors note; dragging it out on purpose just so y’all crave more!!

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Matt’s grip on your hips tightens as you shift against him, the press of your body against his pulling a low, strained groan from his throat. His head falls back against the headrest for half a second, his chest rising and falling like he’s trying to catch his breath, but you don’t give him the chance.

You roll your hips again, slow and deliberate, and Matt swears under his breath, his hands flexing against your skin. One slips beneath your hoodie, dragging up the curve of your spine, fingers pressing firm like he needs to feel every inch of you. The other slides lower, past your thigh, gripping beneath it as if he’s considering flipping you beneath him right here, right now.

“Fuck, sweetheart,” he exhales, his voice rough, barely holding onto control. “You’re making it really hard to be patient,” Matt admits, feeling himself stiffen with need with every second that passed by.

You smirk against his jaw, trailing your lips along the stubble-darkened skin before dragging your teeth over it. “Who ever said that I expected you to be patient?” You question him.

Matt surges forward, capturing your breasts in a grip so longing, so lustful that it knocks the breath right out from within your lungs. His fingers slipping down to now dig into your hips, guiding you over him, the friction sending heat curling low in your stomach. Every brush of fabric against fabric, every shift of muscle beneath your hands is electric and rather dizzying.

Then, Matt’s hand slides beneath your hoodie, pushing higher, fingertips ghosting over bare skin. When his thumb brushes just beneath your ribs, you gasp, your back arching into him. The reaction makes something snap inside him.

Matt moves suddenly, gripping your thighs and lifting you just enough to press you against the steering wheel. Before you can even register the shift, his mouth is on your throat, teeth and tongue working over your pulse point, down the column of your neck and over your collarbone. He doesn’t stop and most definitely doesn’t hesitate, dragging the fabric of your hoodie higher, exposing more skin to his wandering hands, his desperate mouth.

The car feels even smaller now, the heat between you palpable, intoxicating. He groans when you tangle your fingers in his hair, tugging just enough to make his hips jolt beneath you. His breath stutters against your skin, his grip tightening. Matt is melting at the core for you as he continues to express his adoration and appreciation towards your body, treating you like a high value piece of art. His hands find themselves beginning to wander once more as they find the hem to your skirt, his cold hands dipping beneath the waistband. Matt’s hands meet the texture of your underwear, leaving him to give out a heavy breath of approval.

Lace, just how he wanted them to be.

“Mm,” Matt hums, clutching at your sex from over a thin piece of lace as his cold-skinned thumb greedily presses itself to your sensitive bud with a pressure to make you light headed. It’s like Matt knows what he is doing to you, as though he has specifically researched your body a dozen times.

Matt’s thumb soon begins to circle your clit slowly, taking his sweet time with you as he savours the moment.

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PART 4?

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A late-night drive with Matt turns into something more than either of you expected. ʚɞ M.S (3)

MINORS, SCROLL OFF NOW. !LIGHT SMUT

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authors note; dragging it out on purpose just so y’all crave more!!

╰┈ • ┈ ୨୧ ┈ • ┈╯

Matt’s grip on your hips tightens as you shift against him, the press of your body against his pulling a low, strained groan from his throat. His head falls back against the headrest for half a second, his chest rising and falling like he’s trying to catch his breath, but you don’t give him the chance.

You roll your hips again, slow and deliberate, and Matt swears under his breath, his hands flexing against your skin. One slips beneath your hoodie, dragging up the curve of your spine, fingers pressing firm like he needs to feel every inch of you. The other slides lower, past your thigh, gripping beneath it as if he’s considering flipping you beneath him right here, right now.

“Fuck, sweetheart,” he exhales, his voice rough, barely holding onto control. “You’re making it really hard to be patient,” Matt admits, feeling himself stiffen with need with every second that passed by.

You smirk against his jaw, trailing your lips along the stubble-darkened skin before dragging your teeth over it. “Who ever said that I expected you to be patient?” You question him.

Matt surges forward, capturing your breasts in a grip so longing, so lustful that it knocks the breath right out from within your lungs. His fingers slipping down to now dig into your hips, guiding you over him, the friction sending heat curling low in your stomach. Every brush of fabric against fabric, every shift of muscle beneath your hands is electric and rather dizzying.

Then, Matt’s hand slides beneath your hoodie, pushing higher, fingertips ghosting over bare skin. When his thumb brushes just beneath your ribs, you gasp, your back arching into him. The reaction makes something snap inside him.

Matt moves suddenly, gripping your thighs and lifting you just enough to press you against the steering wheel. Before you can even register the shift, his mouth is on your throat, teeth and tongue working over your pulse point, down the column of your neck and over your collarbone. He doesn’t stop and most definitely doesn’t hesitate, dragging the fabric of your hoodie higher, exposing more skin to his wandering hands, his desperate mouth.

The car feels even smaller now, the heat between you palpable, intoxicating. He groans when you tangle your fingers in his hair, tugging just enough to make his hips jolt beneath you. His breath stutters against your skin, his grip tightening. Matt is melting at the core for you as he continues to express his adoration and appreciation towards your body, treating you like a high value piece of art. His hands find themselves beginning to wander once more as they find the hem to your skirt, his cold hands dipping beneath the waistband. Matt’s hands meet the texture of your underwear, leaving him to give out a heavy breath of approval.

Lace, just how he wanted them to be.

“Mm,” Matt hums, clutching at your sex from over a thin piece of lace as his cold-skinned thumb greedily presses itself to your sensitive bud with a pressure to make you light headed. It’s like Matt knows what he is doing to you, as though he has specifically researched your body a dozen times.

Matt’s thumb soon begins to circle your clit slowly, taking his sweet time with you as he savours the moment.

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A late-night drive with Matt turns into something more than either of you expected. ʚɞ M.S (2)

Matt doesn’t just kiss you.. he claims you, like he’s been holding himself back for too long and finally let the dam break. His fingers dig into your waist, pulling you closer despite the awkward barrier of the center console, his body heat seeping into yours.

You gasp against his lips when his hand slides under the hem of your hoodie, fingertips grazing your bare skin like he needs to feel you, needs to know you’re real. That reaction makes something snap inside him, because suddenly, he’s not being careful anymore. He’s desperate.

“Jesus,” Matt mutters against your mouth, his breath ragged as his forehead presses to yours for half a second, like he’s trying to ground himself. “I can’t—”

“You don’t have to,” your voice is barely there, but it’s enough.

And that’s all it takes.

He’s kissing you again, harder this time, like he’s chasing the taste of you. His hands are everywhere, your waist, your ribs, fingers slipping beneath your hoodie and t-shirt like he needs to feel every inch of skin he can reach. And you let him, tilting your head back when his lips move to your jaw, then lower, trailing heat down your throat.

The car is too small for this, too cramped, but neither of you care.

You shift, trying to pull him closer, and he growls lowly within his throat, gripping your thigh and guiding it over his lap until you’re straddling him. The second you settle against him, you feel it. The tension, the heat, the way his body responds to yours without hesitation.

“Fuck,” he breathes, his hands settling on your hips, fingers digging in just enough to make your pulse spike. His head falls back against the headrest, his eyes dark as he looks up at you. “You have no idea what you do to me.”

You smirk, trailing your fingers down his chest, feeling the way his muscles tense beneath your touch. “I think I’m starting to.”

Matt’s grip tightens, and for a second, you think he might take control, might flip you beneath him and erase every last inch of space between you. But he doesn’t, not yet. Instead, he drags his hands up your back, pulling you down until your lips are barely a breath apart.

“This is dangerous,” Matt murmurs, but he’s already tilting his chin up, already sealing his fate.

You don’t give him a chance to second guess it. Instead, you close the distance again, sinking into him, into the heat, into whatever this is turning into.

And when Matt’s hands slide lower, when his lips part against yours with a quiet, wrecked sound, you realize..

There is no going back now.

authors note; i am so sorry for teasing you guys, i swear if you want me to continue this and you enjoy it.. i will provide you with all of the fluff and !smut

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A late-night drive with Matt turns into something more than either of you expected. ʚɞ M.S

The night is heavy. Not just in the way the clouds swallow the moon or how the streetlights flicker like they’re struggling to stay awake, but in the way the air feels between you and Matt, charged, tense, and waiting for something to snap.

You’re not sure how long you’ve been driving. Time moves weirdly when it’s just the two of you, slipping through your fingers like smoke. The city is miles behind, replaced by winding backroads and stretches of nothing but darkness.

Matt hasn’t spoken much. He rarely does when he’s like this.. brooding, lost in thoughts he won’t share. His fingers grip the steering wheel tighter than usual, his jaw flexing every so often like he’s holding something back. You don’t push. You never do.

The only sound is the low hum of the engine and the song playing through the speakers, something slow, something aching. It matches the weight in your chest, the unspoken thing that’s been sitting between you for weeks now.

You shift in your seat, pulling your hoodie sleeves over your hands as you glance at him. “You good?”

His lips twitch, like he’s debating whether to lie. But then he exhales, shaking his head slightly. “Just… needed to get away for a bit.”

You nod. “Yeah. Me too.”

That earns you a glance, his blue hues flicking to yours for a second too long before he looks back at the road. There’s something in that look, something you can’t quite name but feel deep in your bones.

A few minutes later, he pulls off onto a gravel road, the tires crunching over loose stones as he parks near an empty clearing. The headlights cut through the darkness, illuminating nothing but trees and the faint glimmer of mist rolling across the ground. He kills the engine, and suddenly, it’s just silence.

Thick, suffocating silence.

You swallow, fingers twitching against your thigh. “Why here?”

Matt leans back against the headrest, rubbing a hand over his face before turning to you. “I don’t know,” his voice is lower now, rougher. “It just felt right.”

You hold his gaze, your pulse picking up at the way he’s looking at you, like he’s been waiting for something. Like he’s on the edge of saying something he can’t take back.

The air inside the car feels warmer, heavier. You shift again, and the movement draws his eyes downward for just a second before he looks away, jaw clenching.

“Matt,” you start, but he cuts you off.

“Do you ever feel like… I don’t know,” he sighs, shaking his head. “Like something’s about to change, and you don’t know if you’re ready for it or not?”

Your breath catches. “Yeah,” you admit, barely above a whisper. “I do.”

The space between you feels smaller now, like the universe is slowly pulling you toward him whether you’re ready or not. His hand, resting on his knee, flexes like he wants to reach for you but won’t. Like he’s waiting for a sign, for permission.

So you give it to him.

Slowly, deliberately, you reach out and trace your fingers over the back of his hand. His skin is warm, his breath hitching just enough for you to notice.

And then, he moves.

Not just leaning in, not just hesitating at the last second like he always does. He moves, shifting over the center console, one knee pressing into the seat as his body crowds yours. His breath fans over your lips, and for a moment, all you can do is stare at each other, the tension coiled so tight you swear the air could shatter around you.

Matt’s fingers hover near your jaw, hesitant. “Tell me to stop,” he murmurs, his voice barely more than gravel.

You don’t.

Instead, you tilt your chin up just slightly, your silent way of saying don’t you dare.

And then his lips are on yours.

It’s slow at first, testing, like he’s still afraid of ruining something. But then you exhale against his mouth, your fingers curling into the fabric of his hoodie, and that’s all it takes for him to unravel.

The kiss deepens, his hand sliding to your waist as he presses closer, the weight of him making your head spin. His lips are warm, insistent, and when his fingers tighten just slightly against your skin, you realize.. you were right.

Whatever this is, whatever it’s turning into, neither of you are walking away untouched.

And you’re not sure if that terrifies you or if it’s exactly what you’ve been waiting for.