Summery: A spontaneous game of truth or dare, conjures up awkward feelings, forbidden fantasies and hard confessions.
Warnings: Smut, threesome [no incest], MDNI.
Pairing: Chratt X Reader.
‘Is it true that you purposely didn’t get your driving licence for so long, because you enjoyed being driven everywhere?’
Chris’s eyes darted towards his brother, a mischievous smirk spreading across his face ‘Im not answering that shit’
Matt shook his head, raising himself up slightly from the living room couch, with an authoritative tone ‘You’re not allowed to refuse, that’s the rules. You chose truth, so let’s hear it’
A spontaneous games night, had manifested itself out of the blue. A few harmless drinks soon resulted in playing charades, which quickly turned into monopoly and had now turned into truth or dare. So far, Matt had revealed his undying love for cringy romantic comedies, Chris had been dared to run down the street wearing an old Halloween costume and I unwillingly admitted that I frequently pretended to be asleep downstairs, so Matt would carry me up to bed. The drinks were flowing a little too nicely, invoking confidence and risky admissions.
‘Maybe I enjoyed having my own personal chauffeur’ Replied Chris, pulling the stack of cards on the table towards him.
His eyes swiped across the chosen card, reading the question to himself. A few seconds passed before he looked up at us, a thoroughly smug expression on his face ‘This is a mandatory truth card’ he said, focusing his attention on me ‘So you have no choice but to answer truthfully, regardless of the question’
I suddenly felt nervous. Matts hand that had been resting on my thigh the entire evening, began rubbing it soothingly. His eyes locked on his brother ‘Since that fateful night’ said Chris ‘Have you ever fantasised about being with both of us?’
I felt like the air had been knocked from my lungs. Matts hand tightened on my thigh, as the atmosphere shifted in the room. Ever since that fateful night as Chris so brazenly described it, I had replayed the event in my head on countless occasions. The hungry look in matts eyes as he watched Chris bring me to an earth shattering orgasm. The smirk on Chris’s face as he forced me to lock eyes with Matt whilst he so expertly slipped his fingers inside of me, over and over again. The aftereffects were even more memorable. Consumed with possessiveness and unexpected lust, Matt took matters into his own hands. Insisting that Chris watched as he reminded me exactly which brother I belonged to. From that moment onwards, we never spoke about what happened. Matt had proved his point and made his intentions perfectly clear. Never again.
I would never divulge how often I had let my mind wander into uncharted territories. Wondering what it would feel like to be worshipped by both brothers. Having them both at the same time. More than once, I had almost whimpered Chris’s name during sex with Matt. Subconsciously fantasising about how easily he made me fall apart for him, how good he made me feel in spite of myself. In spite of how deeply I care for Matt.
‘You’re not allowed to refuse’ said Chris, snapping me back to reality ‘Thats the rules, right Matt? You have to be truthful’
A muscle tensed in Matts jaw as he stared at his brother with the utmost distaste. The grip on my thigh was suffocating as he waited for me to answer the intimate question. I could feel heat rising to my cheeks among other places, how on earth was I supposed to articulate my words in a way that wouldn’t cause trouble? And at the same time, I couldn’t lie because I was certain that both Matt and Chris already knew the answer.
‘I suppose.. I have thought about it’ I whispered, refusing to meet Matts eyes. I was suddenly hyper aware of how weak my voice sounded out loud. A notion that I was certain didn’t go unnoticed. Chris looked thoroughly pleased with my answer, twiddling the card between his fingers as he waited for Matt to retaliate. Instead, Matt leaned back against the couch, his arms folded across his chest ‘My turn’ he said, disregarding the stack of cards on the table with an unreadable expression.
‘I dare you to kiss Chris’
It took a few seconds before his words actually registered ‘What are you doing?’ I breathed, certain that I had misheard.
‘I need to see something’ continued Matt, determined not to look at me. His eyes still fixed pointedly on his brothers face, which now looked slightly less confident ‘You didn’t seem to have a problem kissing him when I wasn’t home, did you?’
My heart hammered against my ribcage as the gravity of the situation washed over me. Chris’s entire demeanour changed. He seemed sceptical whether this was some sort of cruel trick on Matts behalf, or if he had lost his mind once and for all. My breathing shallowed as Matts hand came to rest on my lower back, softly pushing me up from the couch. I felt as though my legs were going to give away as I slowly walked towards Chris.
‘I wasn’t expecting this to happen’ said Chris quietly, so only I could hear him ‘But I couldn’t have planned it better myself’
He gently pulled me onto his lap, his arms wrapping around my waist. I could smell the familiar scent of his cologne, sweet musky and ever so Chris. Almost instantly, I found myself lost in his baby blue eyes, as though hypnotised. Images of our indiscretion flashed through my mind as we melted into each others embrace, our lips ever so lightly brushing together..
‘Don’t get all shy on me now’ chuckled Matt ‘Just pretend that Im not home, that should make it easier for you guys’
Whether through lust, or through pure spite I wasn’t entirely sure. Chris slid his fingertips up my spine, his hand tangling gently in my hair as he tilted my head slightly, crashing his lips onto mine in the most tantalisingly passionate kiss I had ever experienced. I involuntarily moaned against his lips, causing him to grip my hips, grinding me down against his growing bulge. From the corner of my eye, I could see Matt sitting rigidly still, his eyes glazing over as he took the sight of us in.
‘Ive missed the taste of you’ groaned Chris as his lips trailed wet kisses across my neck and collarbone, leaving me utterly breathless. I knew this situation was controversially wrong, but the temptation of Chris was stronger than my ability to resist. I felt the couch beside us dip, followed by the clasp of Matts hand wrapping firmly around my throat ‘You drive me fucking insane’ he growled, smashing his lips against mine as Chris continued sucking purple bruises onto my exposed clavicle. My head was spinning from the delicious sensation of feeling both of their lips on my body at the same time ‘You want both of us sweetheart?’ rasped Matt with mock concern ‘Tell us exactly what you need. Use your words, there’s a good girl’
‘I need you’ I sighed, overwhelmed by the pleasure they were providing ‘Need to feel you both, so badl-’ my words were cut off as Chris bit down on my neck, sending shivers through my entire body, his fingertips grazing under the hem of my dress.
‘Your manners are impeccable’ cooed Matt, pulling me up off Chris’s lap, his arms wrapping around my waist from behind ‘What do you say Chris?’ he teased, staring at his brother over my shoulder ‘Should we indulge in this dirty little fantasy?
Chris feigned deep thought, adding to my already climbing desperation ‘I think we should give her what she wants, don’t you?’ he smirked ‘Considering she asked us both so nicely’
They were like a tag team, expertly bouncing off one another. Torturing me for their own pleasure and entertainment.
Matt stood before me, slowly unbuckling his belt ‘You gonna be a good girl for me whilst Chris makes you feel good?’ He whispered, his voice laced with pure seduction. Before I could answer him, I felt Chris’s skilful fingertips toying with the satin ribbon on the back of my dress. His lips leaving goosebumps in the wake of his feather light kisses. Matt had pulled himself free from the confines of his boxers, stroking himself softly as I positioned myself in front of him. The groan that spilled from his lips as I took him into my mouth, made my heart flutter ‘Oh fuck.. thats it baby, doing such a good job for me’ his hand shot down, tangling in my hair as he guided my head up and down his length, mumbling filthy praises under his breath.
Behind me, I felt Chris gently slip my soaked underwear to the side. The cool air startling against my hot skin. He swiped his swollen tip through the wetness that he and Matt had created, coating himself before slowly starting to edge himself inside. I hissed at the delicious stretch, my eyes rolling back into my head ‘You feel better than I ever imagined’ he whined, barely giving me the chance to adjust to his size, before he pulled out and slammed his hips back into mine with a relentless pace.
I moaned around Matts cock as Chris hit that mind numbing sweet spot, sending shockwaves throughout my entire body. The sensation of being used in this way, surpassed even my most sinful fantasies. I could feel that knot tightening in my stomach as Chris’s thrusts became unstable ‘You gonna let us fill you up, pretty girl?’ he teased, spreading my legs further apart as he pulled me back onto his cock over and over again. My vision began to blur as my orgasm approached, faster than I anticipated. Before I could prepare myself, pleasure exploded through my every fibre as my high crashed into me with the force of a tidal wave ‘Oh my fuck’ groaned Chris, as with one last thrust, he spilled his warm essence inside me. Matts eyes rolled back into his head, his grip on my hair slackening as he succumbed to his own blissful release.
‘You feeling alright?’ said Chris, running a hand through his disheveled hair as he leaned against the bathroom doorframe. His flushed cheeks and unbuckled belt was an image I would have a hard time getting out of my mind. I nodded tiredly as Matt checked the temperature of the bath he was running for me, taking care not to blow out the little tea lights he had lit.
‘I picked you out some comfy underwear and one of my shirts okay princess?’ cooed Matt, his nurturing behaviour a stark contrast from his earlier performance. He leaned down, placing a soft kiss against my lips ‘All mine’ he whispered. But as my eyes swept towards Chris, I had a conflicting thought..
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