ⓘ both fics are smut! there will be some fluff sprinkled here and there but it’s mostly just porn lol. the dates might change.
ⓘ if you’re a minor: i cannot control what you consume on the internet but i can warn you, so, please be aware of the pornographic nature of the fics below and read the warnings before you proceed!
ִֶָ 𓂃 𝖎𝖘𝖆’𝖘 𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖊𝖘 𐔌՞. .՞𐦯 well, i’m quite late to their bday but better late than never 😛 and i also didn’t make new wips i just tweaked a few things from wips i already had and the fics are a little different this year. i’m doing fratboy!chratt (i wish) and nick x oc but the oc is his dad’s friend. very unrealistic scenarios but it’s fiction anyway so don’t think too much into it and i hope you guys enjoy :D
ⓘ both fics are smut! there will be some fluff sprinkled here and there but it’s mostly just porn lol. the dates might change.
ⓘ if you’re a minor: i cannot control what you consume on the internet but i can warn you, so, please be aware of the pornographic nature of the fics below and read the warnings before you proceed!
ִֶָ 𓂃 𝖎𝖘𝖆’𝖘 𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖊𝖘 𐔌՞. .՞𐦯 well, i’m quite late to their bday but better late than never 😛 and i also didn’t make new wips i just tweaked a few things from wips i already had and the fics are a little different this year. i’m doing fratboy!chratt (i wish) and nick x oc but the oc is his dad’s friend. very unrealistic scenarios but it’s fiction anyway so don’t think too much into it and i hope you guys enjoy :D
ⓘ both fics are smut! there will be some fluff sprinkled here and there but it’s mostly just porn lol. the dates might change.
ⓘ if you’re a minor: i cannot control what you consume on the internet but i can warn you, so, please be aware of the pornographic nature of the fics below and read the warnings before you proceed!
ִֶָ 𓂃 𝖎𝖘𝖆’𝖘 𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖊𝖘 𐔌՞. .՞𐦯 well, i’m quite late to their bday but better late than never 😛 and i also didn’t make new wips i just tweaked a few things from wips i already had and the fics are a little different this year. i’m doing fratboy!chratt (i wish) and nick x oc but the oc is his dad’s friend. very unrealistic scenarios but it’s fiction anyway so don’t think too much into it and i hope you guys enjoy :D
ⓘ both fics are smut! there will be some fluff sprinkled here and there but it’s mostly just porn lol. the dates might change.
ⓘ if you’re a minor: i cannot control what you consume on the internet but i can warn you, so, please be aware of the pornographic nature of the fics below and read the warnings before you proceed!
ִֶָ 𓂃 𝖎𝖘𝖆’𝖘 𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖊𝖘 𐔌՞. .՞𐦯 well, i’m quite late to their bday but better late than never 😛 and i also didn’t make new wips i just tweaked a few things from wips i already had and the fics are a little different this year. i’m doing fratboy!chratt (i wish) and nick x oc but the oc is his dad’s friend. very unrealistic scenarios but it’s fiction anyway so don’t think too much into it and i hope you guys enjoy :D
You were awoken by the glaring sun in your face and the way too bright chirping from the birds outside. Turning around in your boyfriend’s arms with a soft groan, you realize how hot your head had become from being exposed to the sun for so long.
Chris stirs beside you due to your movements, arms tightening instinctively around you. A slow, lazy smile creeps up his lips before his eyes are even open. "Mornin’," he mumbles, his voice rough and raspy with sleep.
"Morning," you mumble back, sighing softly as you melt into his chest.
"Your head’s so hot right now," Chris chuckles when he buries his face in your hair.
You grin, pulling back to look up at him with soft, sleepy eyes. "I’m so hot?"
Chris laughs, his eyes barely open and crinkling at the corners with mirth as he looks down at you. "I didn’t say that," he teases.
You fake frown. "So you don’t think I’m hot?"
"I never said that."
"You implied."
Chris groans. "It’s like 8 in the morning, babe."
You pull back more, eyes narrowing even as your lips twitch at the corners. "You don’t think I’m hot in the morning."
"Hey... come back," he pouts, scooting closer when you turn your back to him. His eyes sparkle with amusement at you sulking even though you both know you’re not really mad at him over something so ridiculous.
Chris’s arms wrap around you from behind, face burying in your neck. "Babyyy..." He whines. "You know I didn’t mean it."
Your lips finally stretch into a smile, trying to hold back your laugh.
"You’re the most hottest, sexiest, and prettiest girlfriend ever," he murmurs, his voice becoming softer and losing some of the playfulness. "And you smell fucking amazing."
You snort. "Are you tryna butter me up?"
Chris chuckles softly. "Maybe. Is it working?"
"Unfortunately, yeah." You turn back around to face him, and find him looking at you with the softest look ever—enough to make your heart feel like it’s extending and melting and doing all kinds of things all at once.
"I love you," he whispers, cupping the side of your face with one large hand, his thumb brushing reverently along your skin.
"I love you too," you whisper back, eyes dropping to his lips before looking back up into his pretty blue ones.
Chris leans in slow, and you meet him halfway. A soft sigh leaves him as his eyes flutter closed, and he smiles into the kiss when he feels you kiss him back—your lips moving in tandem with his.
The kiss is slow, sensual, reflecting the day you’re both—hopefully—going to have.
You pull back first, needing oxygen, and smile when you feel him chase after your lips. "Hey, greedy."
"Can you blame me? I wanna keep kissing you." He plants small, quick pecks all over your face and neck, making you laugh and try to push him back half-heartedly.
"Chris- Baby, stop-" You burst into a fit of giggles.
Laughter bubbles in his chest at hearing the small giggles escaping your lips, his heart feeling so full to the point it feels like it’ll explode from happiness.
Chris never thought a day like this would come—where he’s doing things he thought were just “corny couple shit”.
He’s eating his words, but he’s not embarrassed. Not at all. It just means you’ve changed his perception of love. You’ve changed him for the better.
And he wouldn’t have it any other way.
Comfortable silence fills the room when Chris finally stops and you two stay tangled in each other’s limbs and the comforter. Your cheeks still ache from laughing too much and yet you can’t seem to stop smiling.
"Your head’s still hot though," Chris suddenly says, but it doesn’t break the quiet moment.
"Yeah... I know," you hum.
"Next time let’s close the blinds before we sleep," Chris says, tucking your hair behind your ear. "Can’t have my pretty girl all hot and bothered without me being the reason for it."
You make a face. Chris grins wide.
"Chris- What?!" You laugh heartily.
Something mischievous glints in his eyes as he leans closer. "You heard me."
Your laugh dissipates when you feel his boner poke against your inner thigh and you look at him, blinking. "You're a pervert."
"Hey, that’s mean! I’m your boyfriend." Chris scoffs, playfully offended. "How can I not get hard when I wake up to my hot girlfriend beside me every morning??"
"You’re unbelievable." You shake your head.
"You mean the most awesomest boyfriend?"
"..."
"..."
"So... no handjob?"
"Ugh, fine... pull your boxers down then."
Let’s just say that it did not end with just a handjob lol.
› got a cute lil’ request from anon & also inspired by this post by @bunnymuffinn :p i don’t really like this but i also didn’t wanna scrap it sooo i ended up posting it... writing fluff is haaard
You were awoken by the glaring sun in your face and the way too bright chirping from the birds outside. Turning around in your boyfriend’s arms with a soft groan, you realize how hot your head had become from being exposed to the sun for so long.
Chris stirs beside you due to your movements, arms tightening instinctively around you. A slow, lazy smile creeps up his lips before his eyes are even open. "Mornin’," he mumbles, his voice rough and raspy with sleep.
"Morning," you mumble back, sighing softly as you melt into his chest.
"Your head’s so hot right now," Chris chuckles when he buries his face in your hair.
You grin, pulling back to look up at him with soft, sleepy eyes. "I’m so hot?"
Chris laughs, his eyes barely open and crinkling at the corners with mirth as he looks down at you. "I didn’t say that," he teases.
You fake frown. "So you don’t think I’m hot?"
"I never said that."
"You implied."
Chris groans. "It’s like 8 in the morning, babe."
You pull back more, eyes narrowing even as your lips twitch at the corners. "You don’t think I’m hot in the morning."
"Hey... come back," he pouts, scooting closer when you turn your back to him. His eyes sparkle with amusement at you sulking even though you both know you’re not really mad at him over something so ridiculous.
Chris’s arms wrap around you from behind, face burying in your neck. "Babyyy..." He whines. "You know I didn’t mean it."
Your lips finally stretch into a smile, trying to hold back your laugh.
"You’re the most hottest, sexiest, and prettiest girlfriend ever," he murmurs, his voice becoming softer and losing some of the playfulness. "And you smell fucking amazing."
You snort. "Are you tryna butter me up?"
Chris chuckles softly. "Maybe. Is it working?"
"Unfortunately, yeah." You turn back around to face him, and find him looking at you with the softest look ever—enough to make your heart feel like it’s extending and melting and doing all kinds of things all at once.
"I love you," he whispers, cupping the side of your face with one large hand, his thumb brushing reverently along your skin.
"I love you too," you whisper back, eyes dropping to his lips before looking back up into his pretty blue ones.
Chris leans in slow, and you meet him halfway. A soft sigh leaves him as his eyes flutter closed, and he smiles into the kiss when he feels you kiss him back—your lips moving in tandem with his.
The kiss is slow, sensual, reflecting the day you’re both—hopefully—going to have.
You pull back first, needing oxygen, and smile when you feel him chase after your lips. "Hey, greedy."
"Can you blame me? I wanna keep kissing you." He plants small, quick pecks all over your face and neck, making you laugh and try to push him back half-heartedly.
"Chris- Baby, stop-" You burst into a fit of giggles.
Laughter bubbles in his chest at hearing the small giggles escaping your lips, his heart feeling so full to the point it feels like it’ll explode from happiness.
Chris never thought a day like this would come—where he’s doing things he thought were just “corny couple shit”.
He’s eating his words, but he’s not embarrassed. Not at all. It just means you’ve changed his perception of love. You’ve changed him for the better.
And he wouldn’t have it any other way.
Comfortable silence fills the room when Chris finally stops and you two stay tangled in each other’s limbs and the comforter. Your cheeks still ache from laughing too much and yet you can’t seem to stop smiling.
"Your head’s still hot though," Chris suddenly says, but it doesn’t break the quiet moment.
"Yeah... I know," you hum.
"Next time let’s close the blinds before we sleep," Chris says, tucking your hair behind your ear. "Can’t have my pretty girl all hot and bothered without me being the reason for it."
You make a face. Chris grins wide.
"Chris- What?!" You laugh heartily.
Something mischievous glints in his eyes as he leans closer. "You heard me."
Your laugh dissipates when you feel his boner poke against your inner thigh and you look at him, blinking. "You're a pervert."
"Hey, that’s mean! I’m your boyfriend." Chris scoffs, playfully offended. "How can I not get hard when I wake up to my hot girlfriend beside me every morning??"
"You’re unbelievable." You shake your head.
"You mean the most awesomest boyfriend?"
"..."
"..."
"So... no handjob?"
"Ugh, fine... pull your boxers down then."
Let’s just say that it did not end with just a handjob lol.
› got a cute lil’ request from anon & also inspired by this post by @bunnymuffinn :p i don’t really like this but i also didn’t wanna scrap it sooo i ended up posting it... writing fluff is haaard
You were awoken by the glaring sun in your face and the way too bright chirping from the birds outside. Turning around in your boyfriend’s arms with a soft groan, you realize how hot your head had become from being exposed to the sun for so long.
Chris stirs beside you due to your movements, arms tightening instinctively around you. A slow, lazy smile creeps up his lips before his eyes are even open. "Mornin’," he mumbles, his voice rough and raspy with sleep.
"Morning," you mumble back, sighing softly as you melt into his chest.
"Your head’s so hot right now," Chris chuckles when he buries his face in your hair.
You grin, pulling back to look up at him with soft, sleepy eyes. "I’m so hot?"
Chris laughs, his eyes barely open and crinkling at the corners with mirth as he looks down at you. "I didn’t say that," he teases.
You fake frown. "So you don’t think I’m hot?"
"I never said that."
"You implied."
Chris groans. "It’s like 8 in the morning, babe."
You pull back more, eyes narrowing even as your lips twitch at the corners. "You don’t think I’m hot in the morning."
"Hey... come back," he pouts, scooting closer when you turn your back to him. His eyes sparkle with amusement at you sulking even though you both know you’re not really mad at him over something so ridiculous.
Chris’s arms wrap around you from behind, face burying in your neck. "Babyyy..." He whines. "You know I didn’t mean it."
Your lips finally stretch into a smile, trying to hold back your laugh.
"You’re the most hottest, sexiest, and prettiest girlfriend ever," he murmurs, his voice becoming softer and losing some of the playfulness. "And you smell fucking amazing."
You snort. "Are you tryna butter me up?"
Chris chuckles softly. "Maybe. Is it working?"
"Unfortunately, yeah." You turn back around to face him, and find him looking at you with the softest look ever—enough to make your heart feel like it’s extending and melting and doing all kinds of things all at once.
"I love you," he whispers, cupping the side of your face with one large hand, his thumb brushing reverently along your skin.
"I love you too," you whisper back, eyes dropping to his lips before looking back up into his pretty blue ones.
Chris leans in slow, and you meet him halfway. A soft sigh leaves him as his eyes flutter closed, and he smiles into the kiss when he feels you kiss him back—your lips moving in tandem with his.
The kiss is slow, sensual, reflecting the day you’re both—hopefully—going to have.
You pull back first, needing oxygen, and smile when you feel him chase after your lips. "Hey, greedy."
"Can you blame me? I wanna keep kissing you." He plants small, quick pecks all over your face and neck, making you laugh and try to push him back half-heartedly.
"Chris- Baby, stop-" You burst into a fit of giggles.
Laughter bubbles in his chest at hearing the small giggles escaping your lips, his heart feeling so full to the point it feels like it’ll explode from happiness.
Chris never thought a day like this would come—where he’s doing things he thought were just “corny couple shit”.
He’s eating his words, but he’s not embarrassed. Not at all. It just means you’ve changed his perception of love. You’ve changed him for the better.
And he wouldn’t have it any other way.
Comfortable silence fills the room when Chris finally stops and you two stay tangled in each other’s limbs and the comforter. Your cheeks still ache from laughing too much and yet you can’t seem to stop smiling.
"Your head’s still hot though," Chris suddenly says, but it doesn’t break the quiet moment.
"Yeah... I know," you hum.
"Next time let’s close the blinds before we sleep," Chris says, tucking your hair behind your ear. "Can’t have my pretty girl all hot and bothered without me being the reason for it."
You make a face. Chris grins wide.
"Chris- What?!" You laugh heartily.
Something mischievous glints in his eyes as he leans closer. "You heard me."
Your laugh dissipates when you feel his boner poke against your inner thigh and you look at him, blinking. "You're a pervert."
"Hey, that’s mean! I’m your boyfriend." Chris scoffs, playfully offended. "How can I not get hard when I wake up to my hot girlfriend beside me every morning??"
"You’re unbelievable." You shake your head.
"You mean the most awesomest boyfriend?"
"..."
"..."
"So... no handjob?"
"Ugh, fine... pull your boxers down then."
Let’s just say that it did not end with just a handjob lol.
› got a cute lil’ request from anon & also inspired by this post by @bunnymuffinn :p i don’t really like this but i also didn’t wanna scrap it sooo i ended up posting it... writing fluff is haaard
You were awoken by the glaring sun in your face and the way too bright chirping from the birds outside. Turning around in your boyfriend’s arms with a soft groan, you realize how hot your head had become from being exposed to the sun for so long.
Chris stirs beside you due to your movements, arms tightening instinctively around you. A slow, lazy smile creeps up his lips before his eyes are even open. "Mornin’," he mumbles, his voice rough and raspy with sleep.
"Morning," you mumble back, sighing softly as you melt into his chest.
"Your head’s so hot right now," Chris chuckles when he buries his face in your hair.
You grin, pulling back to look up at him with soft, sleepy eyes. "I’m so hot?"
Chris laughs, his eyes barely open and crinkling at the corners with mirth as he looks down at you. "I didn’t say that," he teases.
You fake frown. "So you don’t think I’m hot?"
"I never said that."
"You implied."
Chris groans. "It’s like 8 in the morning, babe."
You pull back more, eyes narrowing even as your lips twitch at the corners. "You don’t think I’m hot in the morning."
"Hey... come back," he pouts, scooting closer when you turn your back to him. His eyes sparkle with amusement at you sulking even though you both know you’re not really mad at him over something so ridiculous.
Chris’s arms wrap around you from behind, face burying in your neck. "Babyyy..." He whines. "You know I didn’t mean it."
Your lips finally stretch into a smile, trying to hold back your laugh.
"You’re the most hottest, sexiest, and prettiest girlfriend ever," he murmurs, his voice becoming softer and losing some of the playfulness. "And you smell fucking amazing."
You snort. "Are you tryna butter me up?"
Chris chuckles softly. "Maybe. Is it working?"
"Unfortunately, yeah." You turn back around to face him, and find him looking at you with the softest look ever—enough to make your heart feel like it’s extending and melting and doing all kinds of things all at once.
"I love you," he whispers, cupping the side of your face with one large hand, his thumb brushing reverently along your skin.
"I love you too," you whisper back, eyes dropping to his lips before looking back up into his pretty blue ones.
Chris leans in slow, and you meet him halfway. A soft sigh leaves him as his eyes flutter closed, and he smiles into the kiss when he feels you kiss him back—your lips moving in tandem with his.
The kiss is slow, sensual, reflecting the day you’re both—hopefully—going to have.
You pull back first, needing oxygen, and smile when you feel him chase after your lips. "Hey, greedy."
"Can you blame me? I wanna keep kissing you." He plants small, quick pecks all over your face and neck, making you laugh and try to push him back half-heartedly.
"Chris- Baby, stop-" You burst into a fit of giggles.
Laughter bubbles in his chest at hearing the small giggles escaping your lips, his heart feeling so full to the point it feels like it’ll explode from happiness.
Chris never thought a day like this would come—where he’s doing things he thought were just “corny couple shit”.
He’s eating his words, but he’s not embarrassed. Not at all. It just means you’ve changed his perception of love. You’ve changed him for the better.
And he wouldn’t have it any other way.
Comfortable silence fills the room when Chris finally stops and you two stay tangled in each other’s limbs and the comforter. Your cheeks still ache from laughing too much and yet you can’t seem to stop smiling.
"Your head’s still hot though," Chris suddenly says, but it doesn’t break the quiet moment.
"Yeah... I know," you hum.
"Next time let’s close the blinds before we sleep," Chris says, tucking your hair behind your ear. "Can’t have my pretty girl all hot and bothered without me being the reason for it."
You make a face. Chris grins wide.
"Chris- What?!" You laugh heartily.
Something mischievous glints in his eyes as he leans closer. "You heard me."
Your laugh dissipates when you feel his boner poke against your inner thigh and you look at him, blinking. "You're a pervert."
"Hey, that’s mean! I’m your boyfriend." Chris scoffs, playfully offended. "How can I not get hard when I wake up to my hot girlfriend beside me every morning??"
"You’re unbelievable." You shake your head.
"You mean the most awesomest boyfriend?"
"..."
"..."
"So... no handjob?"
"Ugh, fine... pull your boxers down then."
Let’s just say that it did not end with just a handjob lol.
› got a cute lil’ request from anon & also inspired by this post by @bunnymuffinn :p i don’t really like this but i also didn’t wanna scrap it sooo i ended up posting it... writing fluff is haaard
𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 ---› smut ⋆ blowjob under the desk/getting head on stream ⋆ keeping quiet ⋆ almost getting caught + more.
𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 ---› 𝟐.𝟐 𝒌
𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓’𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆 ---› chaaat i missed these kinds of fics. not sure if i like it but i hope some of you enjoy it ^^
𝒌𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅 ---› english is not my first language!
inspired by this «𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒕» by @5i3nn44 :p
You sit sulking on the living room couch of the triplets’ house. Bored out of your mind as you try your best to be patient and wait for your boyfriend and his brother to finish up their stream.
You know it’s important for him—as a fairly big influencer—to be creating content, but Matt’s been gaming with his brothers for hours now, and you’ve spent the past thirty minutes trying to get his attention through texts but all he’s done is repeat the same sentence over and over again.
"I’ll be done soon. I promise."
Soon my ass, you think. It’s been almost three hours since he told you he’d be streaming.
It doesn’t help that you two were in the middle of making out when Chris texted him to remind him that they’d stream soon.
Now you’re stuck waiting for your boyfriend to wrap up the stream so you can continue where you’d left off.
Or…
You can always be a little sneaky about it.
You bite back the devilish grin beginning to stretch across your lips and slowly bring yourself up to your feet, sauntering over to Matt’s room. Thankfully, the door to his room is slightly ajar.
But you pause in front of it, not pushing in yet.
Matt hasn’t told his fans that he has a girlfriend yet—to protect you from the hateful, invasive fans—so you unfortunately can’t just waltz into his room. That’d cause too much trouble and put his efforts to keep you hidden in vain.
An idea pops up in your head and you slowly drop to your knees, pushing the door slowly to open it just enough so you can crawl inside his room without getting caught in the in-built camera of his monitor. Luckily for you, Matt’s monitor was facing straight, meaning the door isn’t visible for his viewers.
But Matt has already noticed you after hearing the subtle creaking of the door hinges. Frozen in place, he stares at his girlfriend on her knees in the doorway.
He looked confused at first, blinking at you. Then he looked worried that his viewers would notice, glancing back at the chat to see if they were suspicious as to why he was looking at something (or someone) off camera.
But then came the smile.
He looks utterly amused now, biting back his grin as he shakes his head subtly. Despite seeing what he saw, he goes back to focusing on the game as if nothing happened.
You feel your eye twitch.
Oh, he doesn’t realize what he just started.
"Chris! Come on! You’re not supposed to go that way!" Matt yells, groaning in frustration, already forgetting about your presence.
Little does he know, you’re already crawling into the room, determined to turn the tables around and have him begging.
When you reach his desk, you poke at his leg through his jeans and feel him freeze up again. He doesn’t dare look down, but you can see his jaw working as he slowly spreads his legs wider so you can crawl under the desk between them.
You grin and get into position, watching him continue to play—but less focused and more nervously now. He’s not sure what you’re trying to do. He just hopes you won’t do something extreme like suck his dick-
Ziiip
Oh.
Matt swallows thickly, trying not to give anything away. He can’t let his viewers or his brothers know what was happening—or about to happen—under his desk.
You thought he’d push you away and signal for you to stop, but he doesn’t, in fact, he lifts his hips just enough for you to tug his jeans and boxers down. He was already half-hard, twitching helplessly against his lower abdomen. He even adjusted his monitor so no one would see his body from the waist down.
You smile to yourself, loving how he matches your freak so well.
You wrap your fingers around him, feeling him pulse urgently against your palm. It doesn’t take much effort for him to grow into full hardness, head flushed and throbbing.
He glances down at you briefly, silently begging with his eyes for you to do something—anything.
He’s feeling hornier than usual. More desperate. More needy. Maybe it’s because he was cockblocked by his brothers—Or maybe, just maybe, it’s because he’s on live in front of thousands of people and one wrong move would let everyone know something they shouldn’t.
It’s risky and it could affect the future of his and his brothers’ channel, but he might have discovered something new about himself. He finds this utterly thrilling—to say the least.
You lean closer to his lap, fighting back a laugh when his dick jumps at your proximity, and you gently blow at his tip, watching with an amused expression as Matt shudders at the sensation, gasping sharply.
No one seems to have noticed his gasp, though. Thankfully.
You know you’re going to enjoy this, and Matt’s already dreading the teasing you were about to do.
Your tongue flattens against the underside of his shaft as you lick a broad stripe up from the base to the tip, focusing on that vein just below the head of his cock. Matt white knuckles the armrests of his gaming chair, his eyes closing briefly, lips parting.
The pleasure shooting up his spine is so sudden and intense that it has him fighting back everything not to moan out loud.
"Matt, what the fuck are you doing? We’re gonna die!"
Chris’s voice snaps Matt out of it and he quickly focuses back to the game—or tries to. He realizes quite quickly that no matter how hard he tries to pull his attention back to the game, he couldn’t quite do it.
You wrap your lips around him slowly, teasingly, swirling your tongue around his tip as you hollow your cheeks to suckle on the head. Focusing on the most sensitive part of his dick has Matt’s vision blurring, and he lets out a shaky breath, jaw slack, brows pinched together, eyes glued to the game on his screen.
For most people, it’d simply seem like he’s just way too focused on playing, but some eagle eyed freaks know exactly what’s taking place under Matt’s desk.
Chris laughs suddenly. "Matt, Matt!" He yells over the game. "Someone just asked in the chat if you’re getting head under the desk."
Matt’s heart drops to his ass.
Fuck, was he making faces? Was he being too loud? Were the slurping sounds that loud? What the fuck gave it away?
Despite the million thoughts running through his mind, he decides to act like Chris was saying the most ridiculous thing he’s heard in his life to mask his sudden panic.
"What are you talking about, Chris?" He makes a face.
Chris laughs harder. "Who would even get head while streaming?"
"You totally would," Nick chimes in.
"Oh shut up, Nick," Chris scoffs. "Don’t say that shit on stream."
Matt tries to laugh along but the way you’re starting to bob your head, taking more of him each time your mouth descends his length, is driving him near insane. You’re showing him no mercy as you switch techniques, sucking his head and twisting your wrists up and down and around the length of his cock like you’re trying to wring him dry.
Matt’s eyes roll back briefly, pleasure shooting up his spine, and he quickly squeezes his eyes shut, worried he’d give it all away.
"Oh, God…" He moans quietly under his breath, hips lifting against your hungry mouth as he opens his eyes to peer down at you.
Oh fuck.
His eyes immediately snap back to his monitor screen, swallowing thickly. The view he just saw almost made him bust right then and there, his balls pulling taut against his body. The sight of you looking up at him with your pretty eyes as you worked him over replaying in his mind.
"Shit, I’ve to pee really bad. I’ll be right back." Matt chokes out. Voice breathless with a subtle whine bleeding into his tone as he mutes himself and turns off his camera, leaving his brothers a little puzzled.
Why’d he turn off his camera and mute his camera even though he simply went out of the room when he needed the bathroom before this?
But Chris and Nick shrug it off despite their suspicion and go back to talking to each other. Occasionally reading the chat while the game stays paused in the background as they wait for Matt to come back.
Matt on the other hand feels like he’s about to explode. Finally letting out the quiet, breathy moans and groans that were bubbling in the back of his throat, his hands found their way onto your head, fingers threading through your hair.
"Fuck- Oh, fuck– I’m so close. God, if you keep going like that-" He cuts himself off with a sharp inhale. A tremor runs through his thighs and his grip on your hair tightens subtly as you change it up again by taking him down your throat.
He groans, utterly wrecked, at the sight of your lips wrapped around his base, mouth stuffed full of his thickness. You sputter and cough around his base, but you don’t pull back for a few long seconds, enjoying the look on his face.
But you have to breathe so you reluctantly pull away, gasping for air as your hands work him in the meantime. Your lips curl at the corners as you chuckle breathlessly at the way he’s twitching in your touch. "You close, baby?"
Matt nods quickly, his breath catching in his throat as you twist your wrists. "Yes, fuck. Please, don’t stop."
The sound of his desperation is your cue to swallow his cock again. Your hands leave his shaft and instead grip his thighs for leverage as you begin to bob your head again. Each movement ends with his tip nestling in your throat before you pull back an inch or two, then repeating it all over again.
Deep throating him has Matt on the verge of his seat—quite literally.
He’s trying to breathe through it, but you’re not even letting him, and he knows he won’t last much longer. A mixture of your spit and his pre oozes down your chin in a long milky string that later connects with your cleavage.
"Fuck, I’m cumming-" Matt suddenly warns, gasping and groaning as he grips your hair tighter, pulling your face flush against his crotch in the heat of the moment.
You let him use your throat as his hips buck sharply a few times, your eyes watering as you feel his hot cum flood the back of your throat, leaving you no choice but to swallow it all.
Gulping down his release greedily, you feel a sense of accomplishment as you listen to your boyfriend’s moans turn into quiet whimpers as he finally releases your hair and slumps back against his chair.
You pull him out of your mouth with a wet pop, sighing as you slump forward. Placing your head on his lap right beside his spent cock, you look up at him with a soft smile, cheek squished subtly against his thigh.
Matt looks down at you with gratitude, satisfied beyond belief, limbs heavy and body buzzing with the remainder of his orgasm. His hand reaches down to tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear, voice all slow and soft as he mumbles. "That was… wow… You’re amazing, you know that?."
You chuckle, and lift your head to look at him better. "Yeah?"
"Yeah…" Matt murmurs, wiping the slickness on your chin from his precum and your spit. "C’mere."
You obey and slowly stand up, your legs feeling like jelly from sitting in the same position on his floor for so long. Matt immediately pulls you by your hips to straddle him. "Look at that… so messy." He comments on the sticky mix of liquids on your cleavage peaking out from your low neck tank top.
"Think it’s a mess down here too?" He teases as he cups you through your lounge shorts, feeling the heat radiating off you.
"Why don’t you find out?" You retort playfully, bottom lip getting stuck between your teeth as you grind down on his hand.
He half laughs, half groans, dropping his head on your shoulder. "You’re not playing fair... I’m getting hard again." He mumbles quietly like he’s embarrassed how fast his body reacts to you.
"Then I’ll just take care of it again."
Matt looks up. "You mean it?"
"Mhm…" Your lips curl into a devious smile as you decide to tease him further. "But this time with a different pair of lips."
Matt groans at that, and the next second, you’re hauled up from his chair with him and thrown on his bed. He immediately settles between your thighs, eyes dark, cheeks still flushed from his earlier orgasm.
"Different pair of lips huh?"
Your pulse jumps at his tone, and you nod slowly, biting your lip teasingly as you trail your manicured nails down his clothed chest. He shivers and groans again.
"God, I’m gonna fuck you so good…" He promises gruffly.
𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 ---› smut ⋆ blowjob under the desk/getting head on stream ⋆ keeping quiet ⋆ almost getting caught + more.
𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 ---› 𝟐.𝟐 𝒌
𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓’𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆 ---› chaaat i missed these kinds of fics. not sure if i like it but i hope some of you enjoy it ^^
𝒌𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅 ---› english is not my first language!
inspired by this «𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒕» by @5i3nn44 :p
You sit sulking on the living room couch of the triplets’ house. Bored out of your mind as you try your best to be patient and wait for your boyfriend and his brother to finish up their stream.
You know it’s important for him—as a fairly big influencer—to be creating content, but Matt’s been gaming with his brothers for hours now, and you’ve spent the past thirty minutes trying to get his attention through texts but all he’s done is repeat the same sentence over and over again.
"I’ll be done soon. I promise."
Soon my ass, you think. It’s been almost three hours since he told you he’d be streaming.
It doesn’t help that you two were in the middle of making out when Chris texted him to remind him that they’d stream soon.
Now you’re stuck waiting for your boyfriend to wrap up the stream so you can continue where you’d left off.
Or…
You can always be a little sneaky about it.
You bite back the devilish grin beginning to stretch across your lips and slowly bring yourself up to your feet, sauntering over to Matt’s room. Thankfully, the door to his room is slightly ajar.
But you pause in front of it, not pushing in yet.
Matt hasn’t told his fans that he has a girlfriend yet—to protect you from the hateful, invasive fans—so you unfortunately can’t just waltz into his room. That’d cause too much trouble and put his efforts to keep you hidden in vain.
An idea pops up in your head and you slowly drop to your knees, pushing the door slowly to open it just enough so you can crawl inside his room without getting caught in the in-built camera of his monitor. Luckily for you, Matt’s monitor was facing straight, meaning the door isn’t visible for his viewers.
But Matt has already noticed you after hearing the subtle creaking of the door hinges. Frozen in place, he stares at his girlfriend on her knees in the doorway.
He looked confused at first, blinking at you. Then he looked worried that his viewers would notice, glancing back at the chat to see if they were suspicious as to why he was looking at something (or someone) off camera.
But then came the smile.
He looks utterly amused now, biting back his grin as he shakes his head subtly. Despite seeing what he saw, he goes back to focusing on the game as if nothing happened.
You feel your eye twitch.
Oh, he doesn’t realize what he just started.
"Chris! Come on! You’re not supposed to go that way!" Matt yells, groaning in frustration, already forgetting about your presence.
Little does he know, you’re already crawling into the room, determined to turn the tables around and have him begging.
When you reach his desk, you poke at his leg through his jeans and feel him freeze up again. He doesn’t dare look down, but you can see his jaw working as he slowly spreads his legs wider so you can crawl under the desk between them.
You grin and get into position, watching him continue to play—but less focused and more nervously now. He’s not sure what you’re trying to do. He just hopes you won’t do something extreme like suck his dick-
Ziiip
Oh.
Matt swallows thickly, trying not to give anything away. He can’t let his viewers or his brothers know what was happening—or about to happen—under his desk.
You thought he’d push you away and signal for you to stop, but he doesn’t, in fact, he lifts his hips just enough for you to tug his jeans and boxers down. He was already half-hard, twitching helplessly against his lower abdomen. He even adjusted his monitor so no one would see his body from the waist down.
You smile to yourself, loving how he matches your freak so well.
You wrap your fingers around him, feeling him pulse urgently against your palm. It doesn’t take much effort for him to grow into full hardness, head flushed and throbbing.
He glances down at you briefly, silently begging with his eyes for you to do something—anything.
He’s feeling hornier than usual. More desperate. More needy. Maybe it’s because he was cockblocked by his brothers—Or maybe, just maybe, it’s because he’s on live in front of thousands of people and one wrong move would let everyone know something they shouldn’t.
It’s risky and it could affect the future of his and his brothers’ channel, but he might have discovered something new about himself. He finds this utterly thrilling—to say the least.
You lean closer to his lap, fighting back a laugh when his dick jumps at your proximity, and you gently blow at his tip, watching with an amused expression as Matt shudders at the sensation, gasping sharply.
No one seems to have noticed his gasp, though. Thankfully.
You know you’re going to enjoy this, and Matt’s already dreading the teasing you were about to do.
Your tongue flattens against the underside of his shaft as you lick a broad stripe up from the base to the tip, focusing on that vein just below the head of his cock. Matt white knuckles the armrests of his gaming chair, his eyes closing briefly, lips parting.
The pleasure shooting up his spine is so sudden and intense that it has him fighting back everything not to moan out loud.
"Matt, what the fuck are you doing? We’re gonna die!"
Chris’s voice snaps Matt out of it and he quickly focuses back to the game—or tries to. He realizes quite quickly that no matter how hard he tries to pull his attention back to the game, he couldn’t quite do it.
You wrap your lips around him slowly, teasingly, swirling your tongue around his tip as you hollow your cheeks to suckle on the head. Focusing on the most sensitive part of his dick has Matt’s vision blurring, and he lets out a shaky breath, jaw slack, brows pinched together, eyes glued to the game on his screen.
For most people, it’d simply seem like he’s just way too focused on playing, but some eagle eyed freaks know exactly what’s taking place under Matt’s desk.
Chris laughs suddenly. "Matt, Matt!" He yells over the game. "Someone just asked in the chat if you’re getting head under the desk."
Matt’s heart drops to his ass.
Fuck, was he making faces? Was he being too loud? Were the slurping sounds that loud? What the fuck gave it away?
Despite the million thoughts running through his mind, he decides to act like Chris was saying the most ridiculous thing he’s heard in his life to mask his sudden panic.
"What are you talking about, Chris?" He makes a face.
Chris laughs harder. "Who would even get head while streaming?"
"You totally would," Nick chimes in.
"Oh shut up, Nick," Chris scoffs. "Don’t say that shit on stream."
Matt tries to laugh along but the way you’re starting to bob your head, taking more of him each time your mouth descends his length, is driving him near insane. You’re showing him no mercy as you switch techniques, sucking his head and twisting your wrists up and down and around the length of his cock like you’re trying to wring him dry.
Matt’s eyes roll back briefly, pleasure shooting up his spine, and he quickly squeezes his eyes shut, worried he’d give it all away.
"Oh, God…" He moans quietly under his breath, hips lifting against your hungry mouth as he opens his eyes to peer down at you.
Oh fuck.
His eyes immediately snap back to his monitor screen, swallowing thickly. The view he just saw almost made him bust right then and there, his balls pulling taut against his body. The sight of you looking up at him with your pretty eyes as you worked him over replaying in his mind.
"Shit, I’ve to pee really bad. I’ll be right back." Matt chokes out. Voice breathless with a subtle whine bleeding into his tone as he mutes himself and turns off his camera, leaving his brothers a little puzzled.
Why’d he turn off his camera and mute his camera even though he simply went out of the room when he needed the bathroom before this?
But Chris and Nick shrug it off despite their suspicion and go back to talking to each other. Occasionally reading the chat while the game stays paused in the background as they wait for Matt to come back.
Matt on the other hand feels like he’s about to explode. Finally letting out the quiet, breathy moans and groans that were bubbling in the back of his throat, his hands found their way onto your head, fingers threading through your hair.
"Fuck- Oh, fuck– I’m so close. God, if you keep going like that-" He cuts himself off with a sharp inhale. A tremor runs through his thighs and his grip on your hair tightens subtly as you change it up again by taking him down your throat.
He groans, utterly wrecked, at the sight of your lips wrapped around his base, mouth stuffed full of his thickness. You sputter and cough around his base, but you don’t pull back for a few long seconds, enjoying the look on his face.
But you have to breathe so you reluctantly pull away, gasping for air as your hands work him in the meantime. Your lips curl at the corners as you chuckle breathlessly at the way he’s twitching in your touch. "You close, baby?"
Matt nods quickly, his breath catching in his throat as you twist your wrists. "Yes, fuck. Please, don’t stop."
The sound of his desperation is your cue to swallow his cock again. Your hands leave his shaft and instead grip his thighs for leverage as you begin to bob your head again. Each movement ends with his tip nestling in your throat before you pull back an inch or two, then repeating it all over again.
Deep throating him has Matt on the verge of his seat—quite literally.
He’s trying to breathe through it, but you’re not even letting him, and he knows he won’t last much longer. A mixture of your spit and his pre oozes down your chin in a long milky string that later connects with your cleavage.
"Fuck, I’m cumming-" Matt suddenly warns, gasping and groaning as he grips your hair tighter, pulling your face flush against his crotch in the heat of the moment.
You let him use your throat as his hips buck sharply a few times, your eyes watering as you feel his hot cum flood the back of your throat, leaving you no choice but to swallow it all.
Gulping down his release greedily, you feel a sense of accomplishment as you listen to your boyfriend’s moans turn into quiet whimpers as he finally releases your hair and slumps back against his chair.
You pull him out of your mouth with a wet pop, sighing as you slump forward. Placing your head on his lap right beside his spent cock, you look up at him with a soft smile, cheek squished subtly against his thigh.
Matt looks down at you with gratitude, satisfied beyond belief, limbs heavy and body buzzing with the remainder of his orgasm. His hand reaches down to tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear, voice all slow and soft as he mumbles. "That was… wow… You’re amazing, you know that?."
You chuckle, and lift your head to look at him better. "Yeah?"
"Yeah…" Matt murmurs, wiping the slickness on your chin from his precum and your spit. "C’mere."
You obey and slowly stand up, your legs feeling like jelly from sitting in the same position on his floor for so long. Matt immediately pulls you by your hips to straddle him. "Look at that… so messy." He comments on the sticky mix of liquids on your cleavage peaking out from your low neck tank top.
"Think it’s a mess down here too?" He teases as he cups you through your lounge shorts, feeling the heat radiating off you.
"Why don’t you find out?" You retort playfully, bottom lip getting stuck between your teeth as you grind down on his hand.
He half laughs, half groans, dropping his head on your shoulder. "You’re not playing fair... I’m getting hard again." He mumbles quietly like he’s embarrassed how fast his body reacts to you.
"Then I’ll just take care of it again."
Matt looks up. "You mean it?"
"Mhm…" Your lips curl into a devious smile as you decide to tease him further. "But this time with a different pair of lips."
Matt groans at that, and the next second, you’re hauled up from his chair with him and thrown on his bed. He immediately settles between your thighs, eyes dark, cheeks still flushed from his earlier orgasm.
"Different pair of lips huh?"
Your pulse jumps at his tone, and you nod slowly, biting your lip teasingly as you trail your manicured nails down his clothed chest. He shivers and groans again.
"God, I’m gonna fuck you so good…" He promises gruffly.
𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 ---› smut ⋆ blowjob under the desk/getting head on stream ⋆ keeping quiet ⋆ almost getting caught + more.
𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 ---› 𝟐.𝟐 𝒌
𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓’𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆 ---› chaaat i missed these kinds of fics. not sure if i like it but i hope some of you enjoy it ^^
𝒌𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅 ---› english is not my first language!
inspired by this «𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒕» by @5i3nn44 :p
You sit sulking on the living room couch of the triplets’ house. Bored out of your mind as you try your best to be patient and wait for your boyfriend and his brother to finish up their stream.
You know it’s important for him—as a fairly big influencer—to be creating content, but Matt’s been gaming with his brothers for hours now, and you’ve spent the past thirty minutes trying to get his attention through texts but all he’s done is repeat the same sentence over and over again.
"I’ll be done soon. I promise."
Soon my ass, you think. It’s been almost three hours since he told you he’d be streaming.
It doesn’t help that you two were in the middle of making out when Chris texted him to remind him that they’d stream soon.
Now you’re stuck waiting for your boyfriend to wrap up the stream so you can continue where you’d left off.
Or…
You can always be a little sneaky about it.
You bite back the devilish grin beginning to stretch across your lips and slowly bring yourself up to your feet, sauntering over to Matt’s room. Thankfully, the door to his room is slightly ajar.
But you pause in front of it, not pushing in yet.
Matt hasn’t told his fans that he has a girlfriend yet—to protect you from the hateful, invasive fans—so you unfortunately can’t just waltz into his room. That’d cause too much trouble and put his efforts to keep you hidden in vain.
An idea pops up in your head and you slowly drop to your knees, pushing the door slowly to open it just enough so you can crawl inside his room without getting caught in the in-built camera of his monitor. Luckily for you, Matt’s monitor was facing straight, meaning the door isn’t visible for his viewers.
But Matt has already noticed you after hearing the subtle creaking of the door hinges. Frozen in place, he stares at his girlfriend on her knees in the doorway.
He looked confused at first, blinking at you. Then he looked worried that his viewers would notice, glancing back at the chat to see if they were suspicious as to why he was looking at something (or someone) off camera.
But then came the smile.
He looks utterly amused now, biting back his grin as he shakes his head subtly. Despite seeing what he saw, he goes back to focusing on the game as if nothing happened.
You feel your eye twitch.
Oh, he doesn’t realize what he just started.
"Chris! Come on! You’re not supposed to go that way!" Matt yells, groaning in frustration, already forgetting about your presence.
Little does he know, you’re already crawling into the room, determined to turn the tables around and have him begging.
When you reach his desk, you poke at his leg through his jeans and feel him freeze up again. He doesn’t dare look down, but you can see his jaw working as he slowly spreads his legs wider so you can crawl under the desk between them.
You grin and get into position, watching him continue to play—but less focused and more nervously now. He’s not sure what you’re trying to do. He just hopes you won’t do something extreme like suck his dick-
Ziiip
Oh.
Matt swallows thickly, trying not to give anything away. He can’t let his viewers or his brothers know what was happening—or about to happen—under his desk.
You thought he’d push you away and signal for you to stop, but he doesn’t, in fact, he lifts his hips just enough for you to tug his jeans and boxers down. He was already half-hard, twitching helplessly against his lower abdomen. He even adjusted his monitor so no one would see his body from the waist down.
You smile to yourself, loving how he matches your freak so well.
You wrap your fingers around him, feeling him pulse urgently against your palm. It doesn’t take much effort for him to grow into full hardness, head flushed and throbbing.
He glances down at you briefly, silently begging with his eyes for you to do something—anything.
He’s feeling hornier than usual. More desperate. More needy. Maybe it’s because he was cockblocked by his brothers—Or maybe, just maybe, it’s because he’s on live in front of thousands of people and one wrong move would let everyone know something they shouldn’t.
It’s risky and it could affect the future of his and his brothers’ channel, but he might have discovered something new about himself. He finds this utterly thrilling—to say the least.
You lean closer to his lap, fighting back a laugh when his dick jumps at your proximity, and you gently blow at his tip, watching with an amused expression as Matt shudders at the sensation, gasping sharply.
No one seems to have noticed his gasp, though. Thankfully.
You know you’re going to enjoy this, and Matt’s already dreading the teasing you were about to do.
Your tongue flattens against the underside of his shaft as you lick a broad stripe up from the base to the tip, focusing on that vein just below the head of his cock. Matt white knuckles the armrests of his gaming chair, his eyes closing briefly, lips parting.
The pleasure shooting up his spine is so sudden and intense that it has him fighting back everything not to moan out loud.
"Matt, what the fuck are you doing? We’re gonna die!"
Chris’s voice snaps Matt out of it and he quickly focuses back to the game—or tries to. He realizes quite quickly that no matter how hard he tries to pull his attention back to the game, he couldn’t quite do it.
You wrap your lips around him slowly, teasingly, swirling your tongue around his tip as you hollow your cheeks to suckle on the head. Focusing on the most sensitive part of his dick has Matt’s vision blurring, and he lets out a shaky breath, jaw slack, brows pinched together, eyes glued to the game on his screen.
For most people, it’d simply seem like he’s just way too focused on playing, but some eagle eyed freaks know exactly what’s taking place under Matt’s desk.
Chris laughs suddenly. "Matt, Matt!" He yells over the game. "Someone just asked in the chat if you’re getting head under the desk."
Matt’s heart drops to his ass.
Fuck, was he making faces? Was he being too loud? Were the slurping sounds that loud? What the fuck gave it away?
Despite the million thoughts running through his mind, he decides to act like Chris was saying the most ridiculous thing he’s heard in his life to mask his sudden panic.
"What are you talking about, Chris?" He makes a face.
Chris laughs harder. "Who would even get head while streaming?"
"You totally would," Nick chimes in.
"Oh shut up, Nick," Chris scoffs. "Don’t say that shit on stream."
Matt tries to laugh along but the way you’re starting to bob your head, taking more of him each time your mouth descends his length, is driving him near insane. You’re showing him no mercy as you switch techniques, sucking his head and twisting your wrists up and down and around the length of his cock like you’re trying to wring him dry.
Matt’s eyes roll back briefly, pleasure shooting up his spine, and he quickly squeezes his eyes shut, worried he’d give it all away.
"Oh, God…" He moans quietly under his breath, hips lifting against your hungry mouth as he opens his eyes to peer down at you.
Oh fuck.
His eyes immediately snap back to his monitor screen, swallowing thickly. The view he just saw almost made him bust right then and there, his balls pulling taut against his body. The sight of you looking up at him with your pretty eyes as you worked him over replaying in his mind.
"Shit, I’ve to pee really bad. I’ll be right back." Matt chokes out. Voice breathless with a subtle whine bleeding into his tone as he mutes himself and turns off his camera, leaving his brothers a little puzzled.
Why’d he turn off his camera and mute his camera even though he simply went out of the room when he needed the bathroom before this?
But Chris and Nick shrug it off despite their suspicion and go back to talking to each other. Occasionally reading the chat while the game stays paused in the background as they wait for Matt to come back.
Matt on the other hand feels like he’s about to explode. Finally letting out the quiet, breathy moans and groans that were bubbling in the back of his throat, his hands found their way onto your head, fingers threading through your hair.
"Fuck- Oh, fuck– I’m so close. God, if you keep going like that-" He cuts himself off with a sharp inhale. A tremor runs through his thighs and his grip on your hair tightens subtly as you change it up again by taking him down your throat.
He groans, utterly wrecked, at the sight of your lips wrapped around his base, mouth stuffed full of his thickness. You sputter and cough around his base, but you don’t pull back for a few long seconds, enjoying the look on his face.
But you have to breathe so you reluctantly pull away, gasping for air as your hands work him in the meantime. Your lips curl at the corners as you chuckle breathlessly at the way he’s twitching in your touch. "You close, baby?"
Matt nods quickly, his breath catching in his throat as you twist your wrists. "Yes, fuck. Please, don’t stop."
The sound of his desperation is your cue to swallow his cock again. Your hands leave his shaft and instead grip his thighs for leverage as you begin to bob your head again. Each movement ends with his tip nestling in your throat before you pull back an inch or two, then repeating it all over again.
Deep throating him has Matt on the verge of his seat—quite literally.
He’s trying to breathe through it, but you’re not even letting him, and he knows he won’t last much longer. A mixture of your spit and his pre oozes down your chin in a long milky string that later connects with your cleavage.
"Fuck, I’m cumming-" Matt suddenly warns, gasping and groaning as he grips your hair tighter, pulling your face flush against his crotch in the heat of the moment.
You let him use your throat as his hips buck sharply a few times, your eyes watering as you feel his hot cum flood the back of your throat, leaving you no choice but to swallow it all.
Gulping down his release greedily, you feel a sense of accomplishment as you listen to your boyfriend’s moans turn into quiet whimpers as he finally releases your hair and slumps back against his chair.
You pull him out of your mouth with a wet pop, sighing as you slump forward. Placing your head on his lap right beside his spent cock, you look up at him with a soft smile, cheek squished subtly against his thigh.
Matt looks down at you with gratitude, satisfied beyond belief, limbs heavy and body buzzing with the remainder of his orgasm. His hand reaches down to tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear, voice all slow and soft as he mumbles. "That was… wow… You’re amazing, you know that?."
You chuckle, and lift your head to look at him better. "Yeah?"
"Yeah…" Matt murmurs, wiping the slickness on your chin from his precum and your spit. "C’mere."
You obey and slowly stand up, your legs feeling like jelly from sitting in the same position on his floor for so long. Matt immediately pulls you by your hips to straddle him. "Look at that… so messy." He comments on the sticky mix of liquids on your cleavage peaking out from your low neck tank top.
"Think it’s a mess down here too?" He teases as he cups you through your lounge shorts, feeling the heat radiating off you.
"Why don’t you find out?" You retort playfully, bottom lip getting stuck between your teeth as you grind down on his hand.
He half laughs, half groans, dropping his head on your shoulder. "You’re not playing fair... I’m getting hard again." He mumbles quietly like he’s embarrassed how fast his body reacts to you.
"Then I’ll just take care of it again."
Matt looks up. "You mean it?"
"Mhm…" Your lips curl into a devious smile as you decide to tease him further. "But this time with a different pair of lips."
Matt groans at that, and the next second, you’re hauled up from his chair with him and thrown on his bed. He immediately settles between your thighs, eyes dark, cheeks still flushed from his earlier orgasm.
"Different pair of lips huh?"
Your pulse jumps at his tone, and you nod slowly, biting your lip teasingly as you trail your manicured nails down his clothed chest. He shivers and groans again.
"God, I’m gonna fuck you so good…" He promises gruffly.
𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 ---› smut ⋆ blowjob under the desk/getting head on stream ⋆ keeping quiet ⋆ almost getting caught + more.
𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 ---› 𝟐.𝟐 𝒌
𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓’𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆 ---› chaaat i missed these kinds of fics. not sure if i like it but i hope some of you enjoy it ^^
𝒌𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅 ---› english is not my first language!
inspired by this «𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒕» by @5i3nn44 :p
You sit sulking on the living room couch of the triplets’ house. Bored out of your mind as you try your best to be patient and wait for your boyfriend and his brother to finish up their stream.
You know it’s important for him—as a fairly big influencer—to be creating content, but Matt’s been gaming with his brothers for hours now, and you’ve spent the past thirty minutes trying to get his attention through texts but all he’s done is repeat the same sentence over and over again.
"I’ll be done soon. I promise."
Soon my ass, you think. It’s been almost three hours since he told you he’d be streaming.
It doesn’t help that you two were in the middle of making out when Chris texted him to remind him that they’d stream soon.
Now you’re stuck waiting for your boyfriend to wrap up the stream so you can continue where you’d left off.
Or…
You can always be a little sneaky about it.
You bite back the devilish grin beginning to stretch across your lips and slowly bring yourself up to your feet, sauntering over to Matt’s room. Thankfully, the door to his room is slightly ajar.
But you pause in front of it, not pushing in yet.
Matt hasn’t told his fans that he has a girlfriend yet—to protect you from the hateful, invasive fans—so you unfortunately can’t just waltz into his room. That’d cause too much trouble and put his efforts to keep you hidden in vain.
An idea pops up in your head and you slowly drop to your knees, pushing the door slowly to open it just enough so you can crawl inside his room without getting caught in the in-built camera of his monitor. Luckily for you, Matt’s monitor was facing straight, meaning the door isn’t visible for his viewers.
But Matt has already noticed you after hearing the subtle creaking of the door hinges. Frozen in place, he stares at his girlfriend on her knees in the doorway.
He looked confused at first, blinking at you. Then he looked worried that his viewers would notice, glancing back at the chat to see if they were suspicious as to why he was looking at something (or someone) off camera.
But then came the smile.
He looks utterly amused now, biting back his grin as he shakes his head subtly. Despite seeing what he saw, he goes back to focusing on the game as if nothing happened.
You feel your eye twitch.
Oh, he doesn’t realize what he just started.
"Chris! Come on! You’re not supposed to go that way!" Matt yells, groaning in frustration, already forgetting about your presence.
Little does he know, you’re already crawling into the room, determined to turn the tables around and have him begging.
When you reach his desk, you poke at his leg through his jeans and feel him freeze up again. He doesn’t dare look down, but you can see his jaw working as he slowly spreads his legs wider so you can crawl under the desk between them.
You grin and get into position, watching him continue to play—but less focused and more nervously now. He’s not sure what you’re trying to do. He just hopes you won’t do something extreme like suck his dick-
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Oh.
Matt swallows thickly, trying not to give anything away. He can’t let his viewers or his brothers know what was happening—or about to happen—under his desk.
You thought he’d push you away and signal for you to stop, but he doesn’t, in fact, he lifts his hips just enough for you to tug his jeans and boxers down. He was already half-hard, twitching helplessly against his lower abdomen. He even adjusted his monitor so no one would see his body from the waist down.
You smile to yourself, loving how he matches your freak so well.
You wrap your fingers around him, feeling him pulse urgently against your palm. It doesn’t take much effort for him to grow into full hardness, head flushed and throbbing.
He glances down at you briefly, silently begging with his eyes for you to do something—anything.
He’s feeling hornier than usual. More desperate. More needy. Maybe it’s because he was cockblocked by his brothers—Or maybe, just maybe, it’s because he’s on live in front of thousands of people and one wrong move would let everyone know something they shouldn’t.
It’s risky and it could affect the future of his and his brothers’ channel, but he might have discovered something new about himself. He finds this utterly thrilling—to say the least.
You lean closer to his lap, fighting back a laugh when his dick jumps at your proximity, and you gently blow at his tip, watching with an amused expression as Matt shudders at the sensation, gasping sharply.
No one seems to have noticed his gasp, though. Thankfully.
You know you’re going to enjoy this, and Matt’s already dreading the teasing you were about to do.
Your tongue flattens against the underside of his shaft as you lick a broad stripe up from the base to the tip, focusing on that vein just below the head of his cock. Matt white knuckles the armrests of his gaming chair, his eyes closing briefly, lips parting.
The pleasure shooting up his spine is so sudden and intense that it has him fighting back everything not to moan out loud.
"Matt, what the fuck are you doing? We’re gonna die!"
Chris’s voice snaps Matt out of it and he quickly focuses back to the game—or tries to. He realizes quite quickly that no matter how hard he tries to pull his attention back to the game, he couldn’t quite do it.
You wrap your lips around him slowly, teasingly, swirling your tongue around his tip as you hollow your cheeks to suckle on the head. Focusing on the most sensitive part of his dick has Matt’s vision blurring, and he lets out a shaky breath, jaw slack, brows pinched together, eyes glued to the game on his screen.
For most people, it’d simply seem like he’s just way too focused on playing, but some eagle eyed freaks know exactly what’s taking place under Matt’s desk.
Chris laughs suddenly. "Matt, Matt!" He yells over the game. "Someone just asked in the chat if you’re getting head under the desk."
Matt’s heart drops to his ass.
Fuck, was he making faces? Was he being too loud? Were the slurping sounds that loud? What the fuck gave it away?
Despite the million thoughts running through his mind, he decides to act like Chris was saying the most ridiculous thing he’s heard in his life to mask his sudden panic.
"What are you talking about, Chris?" He makes a face.
Chris laughs harder. "Who would even get head while streaming?"
"You totally would," Nick chimes in.
"Oh shut up, Nick," Chris scoffs. "Don’t say that shit on stream."
Matt tries to laugh along but the way you’re starting to bob your head, taking more of him each time your mouth descends his length, is driving him near insane. You’re showing him no mercy as you switch techniques, sucking his head and twisting your wrists up and down and around the length of his cock like you’re trying to wring him dry.
Matt’s eyes roll back briefly, pleasure shooting up his spine, and he quickly squeezes his eyes shut, worried he’d give it all away.
"Oh, God…" He moans quietly under his breath, hips lifting against your hungry mouth as he opens his eyes to peer down at you.
Oh fuck.
His eyes immediately snap back to his monitor screen, swallowing thickly. The view he just saw almost made him bust right then and there, his balls pulling taut against his body. The sight of you looking up at him with your pretty eyes as you worked him over replaying in his mind.
"Shit, I’ve to pee really bad. I’ll be right back." Matt chokes out. Voice breathless with a subtle whine bleeding into his tone as he mutes himself and turns off his camera, leaving his brothers a little puzzled.
Why’d he turn off his camera and mute his camera even though he simply went out of the room when he needed the bathroom before this?
But Chris and Nick shrug it off despite their suspicion and go back to talking to each other. Occasionally reading the chat while the game stays paused in the background as they wait for Matt to come back.
Matt on the other hand feels like he’s about to explode. Finally letting out the quiet, breathy moans and groans that were bubbling in the back of his throat, his hands found their way onto your head, fingers threading through your hair.
"Fuck- Oh, fuck– I’m so close. God, if you keep going like that-" He cuts himself off with a sharp inhale. A tremor runs through his thighs and his grip on your hair tightens subtly as you change it up again by taking him down your throat.
He groans, utterly wrecked, at the sight of your lips wrapped around his base, mouth stuffed full of his thickness. You sputter and cough around his base, but you don’t pull back for a few long seconds, enjoying the look on his face.
But you have to breathe so you reluctantly pull away, gasping for air as your hands work him in the meantime. Your lips curl at the corners as you chuckle breathlessly at the way he’s twitching in your touch. "You close, baby?"
Matt nods quickly, his breath catching in his throat as you twist your wrists. "Yes, fuck. Please, don’t stop."
The sound of his desperation is your cue to swallow his cock again. Your hands leave his shaft and instead grip his thighs for leverage as you begin to bob your head again. Each movement ends with his tip nestling in your throat before you pull back an inch or two, then repeating it all over again.
Deep throating him has Matt on the verge of his seat—quite literally.
He’s trying to breathe through it, but you’re not even letting him, and he knows he won’t last much longer. A mixture of your spit and his pre oozes down your chin in a long milky string that later connects with your cleavage.
"Fuck, I’m cumming-" Matt suddenly warns, gasping and groaning as he grips your hair tighter, pulling your face flush against his crotch in the heat of the moment.
You let him use your throat as his hips buck sharply a few times, your eyes watering as you feel his hot cum flood the back of your throat, leaving you no choice but to swallow it all.
Gulping down his release greedily, you feel a sense of accomplishment as you listen to your boyfriend’s moans turn into quiet whimpers as he finally releases your hair and slumps back against his chair.
You pull him out of your mouth with a wet pop, sighing as you slump forward. Placing your head on his lap right beside his spent cock, you look up at him with a soft smile, cheek squished subtly against his thigh.
Matt looks down at you with gratitude, satisfied beyond belief, limbs heavy and body buzzing with the remainder of his orgasm. His hand reaches down to tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear, voice all slow and soft as he mumbles. "That was… wow… You’re amazing, you know that?."
You chuckle, and lift your head to look at him better. "Yeah?"
"Yeah…" Matt murmurs, wiping the slickness on your chin from his precum and your spit. "C’mere."
You obey and slowly stand up, your legs feeling like jelly from sitting in the same position on his floor for so long. Matt immediately pulls you by your hips to straddle him. "Look at that… so messy." He comments on the sticky mix of liquids on your cleavage peaking out from your low neck tank top.
"Think it’s a mess down here too?" He teases as he cups you through your lounge shorts, feeling the heat radiating off you.
"Why don’t you find out?" You retort playfully, bottom lip getting stuck between your teeth as you grind down on his hand.
He half laughs, half groans, dropping his head on your shoulder. "You’re not playing fair... I’m getting hard again." He mumbles quietly like he’s embarrassed how fast his body reacts to you.
"Then I’ll just take care of it again."
Matt looks up. "You mean it?"
"Mhm…" Your lips curl into a devious smile as you decide to tease him further. "But this time with a different pair of lips."
Matt groans at that, and the next second, you’re hauled up from his chair with him and thrown on his bed. He immediately settles between your thighs, eyes dark, cheeks still flushed from his earlier orgasm.
"Different pair of lips huh?"
Your pulse jumps at his tone, and you nod slowly, biting your lip teasingly as you trail your manicured nails down his clothed chest. He shivers and groans again.
"God, I’m gonna fuck you so good…" He promises gruffly.
The warm sunrays filtered in through the haphazardly closed blinds, draping across the bed where a brunette man lay peacefully asleep. His breathing is deep and even, cheek squished against his pillow as he snoozes on his stomach.
Everything seems still. Quiet. Peaceful. Until his phone begins to ping with messages. He tries ignoring it at first, but then it begins to ring. With an annoyed sound he turns on his dnd and goes back to sleep.
When he finally thought he was about to sleep peacefully, his traitorous dick begins to stir, filling out and straining against his boxers, throbbing gently like it’s trying to wake him up.
But Chris doesn’t wake up immediately. It takes him a few long minutes to finally stir, feeling an insistent throbbing between his legs—to the point it’s starting to become painful.
A low groan slips past his lips, annoyed and knowing exactly what the sensation is. Even though he would just rub one out and get up for the day, he was just too sleepy today.
And as he lies there, his brain already slipping between consciousnesses, his hips begin to grind slowly and subconsciously against the mattress. The feeling of finally getting some relief makes his hips stutter against the sheets, pleasure shooting up his spine like electricity.
He doesn’t even open his eyes as he starts to slowly grind his hips in a languid rhythm, not even really realizing the fact that he was, basically, humping his bed like a dog. All he knows is that the motion he’s doing right now feels fucking amazing and he’s too sleepy to think about how it might look like, plus, he’s alone in his room anyway.
"Oh, fuuck…" Chris whimpers—whimpers—when he accidentally grinds his hips just right. The friction is incredible. Almost addictive.
He’s getting close so damn fast. It’s almost laughable.
But he doesn’t care about finishing fast right now. All he wants is to relieve the pressure on his cock and feel that blissful ecstacy of an orgasm.
So he keeps going until he paints the inside of his boxers with a muffled groan.
Panting softly, body buzzing with leftover pleasure, he rolls over onto his back and finally notices you—his best friend for context—standing frozen by the door with a bag of groceries.
He finally remembers the plans he made with you and the reason why his phone was blowing up with texts this morning.
› sorry not sorry for ending it on a cliffhanger. had this idea in my head for a few days now. i might write a continuation in the future but who knows :p
The warm sunrays filtered in through the haphazardly closed blinds, draping across the bed where a brunette man lay peacefully asleep. His breathing is deep and even, cheek squished against his pillow as he snoozes on his stomach.
Everything seems still. Quiet. Peaceful. Until his phone begins to ping with messages. He tries ignoring it at first, but then it begins to ring. With an annoyed sound he turns on his dnd and goes back to sleep.
When he finally thought he was about to sleep peacefully, his traitorous dick begins to stir, filling out and straining against his boxers, throbbing gently like it’s trying to wake him up.
But Chris doesn’t wake up immediately. It takes him a few long minutes to finally stir, feeling an insistent throbbing between his legs—to the point it’s starting to become painful.
A low groan slips past his lips, annoyed and knowing exactly what the sensation is. Even though he would just rub one out and get up for the day, he was just too sleepy today.
And as he lies there, his brain already slipping between consciousnesses, his hips begin to grind slowly and subconsciously against the mattress. The feeling of finally getting some relief makes his hips stutter against the sheets, pleasure shooting up his spine like electricity.
He doesn’t even open his eyes as he starts to slowly grind his hips in a languid rhythm, not even really realizing the fact that he was, basically, humping his bed like a dog. All he knows is that the motion he’s doing right now feels fucking amazing and he’s too sleepy to think about how it might look like, plus, he’s alone in his room anyway.
"Oh, fuuck…" Chris whimpers—whimpers—when he accidentally grinds his hips just right. The friction is incredible. Almost addictive.
He’s getting close so damn fast. It’s almost laughable.
But he doesn’t care about finishing fast right now. All he wants is to relieve the pressure on his cock and feel that blissful ecstacy of an orgasm.
So he keeps going until he paints the inside of his boxers with a muffled groan.
Panting softly, body buzzing with leftover pleasure, he rolls over onto his back and finally notices you—his best friend for context—standing frozen by the door with a bag of groceries.
He finally remembers the plans he made with you and the reason why his phone was blowing up with texts this morning.
› sorry not sorry for ending it on a cliffhanger. had this idea in my head for a few days now. i might write a continuation in the future but who knows :p
The warm sunrays filtered in through the haphazardly closed blinds, draping across the bed where a brunette man lay peacefully asleep. His breathing is deep and even, cheek squished against his pillow as he snoozes on his stomach.
Everything seems still. Quiet. Peaceful. Until his phone begins to ping with messages. He tries ignoring it at first, but then it begins to ring. With an annoyed sound he turns on his dnd and goes back to sleep.
When he finally thought he was about to sleep peacefully, his traitorous dick begins to stir, filling out and straining against his boxers, throbbing gently like it’s trying to wake him up.
But Chris doesn’t wake up immediately. It takes him a few long minutes to finally stir, feeling an insistent throbbing between his legs—to the point it’s starting to become painful.
A low groan slips past his lips, annoyed and knowing exactly what the sensation is. Even though he would just rub one out and get up for the day, he was just too sleepy today.
And as he lies there, his brain already slipping between consciousnesses, his hips begin to grind slowly and subconsciously against the mattress. The feeling of finally getting some relief makes his hips stutter against the sheets, pleasure shooting up his spine like electricity.
He doesn’t even open his eyes as he starts to slowly grind his hips in a languid rhythm, not even really realizing the fact that he was, basically, humping his bed like a dog. All he knows is that the motion he’s doing right now feels fucking amazing and he’s too sleepy to think about how it might look like, plus, he’s alone in his room anyway.
"Oh, fuuck…" Chris whimpers—whimpers—when he accidentally grinds his hips just right. The friction is incredible. Almost addictive.
He’s getting close so damn fast. It’s almost laughable.
But he doesn’t care about finishing fast right now. All he wants is to relieve the pressure on his cock and feel that blissful ecstacy of an orgasm.
So he keeps going until he paints the inside of his boxers with a muffled groan.
Panting softly, body buzzing with leftover pleasure, he rolls over onto his back and finally notices you—his best friend for context—standing frozen by the door with a bag of groceries.
He finally remembers the plans he made with you and the reason why his phone was blowing up with texts this morning.
› sorry not sorry for ending it on a cliffhanger. had this idea in my head for a few days now. i might write a continuation in the future but who knows :p
The warm sunrays filtered in through the haphazardly closed blinds, draping across the bed where a brunette man lay peacefully asleep. His breathing is deep and even, cheek squished against his pillow as he snoozes on his stomach.
Everything seems still. Quiet. Peaceful. Until his phone begins to ping with messages. He tries ignoring it at first, but then it begins to ring. With an annoyed sound he turns on his dnd and goes back to sleep.
When he finally thought he was about to sleep peacefully, his traitorous dick begins to stir, filling out and straining against his boxers, throbbing gently like it’s trying to wake him up.
But Chris doesn’t wake up immediately. It takes him a few long minutes to finally stir, feeling an insistent throbbing between his legs—to the point it’s starting to become painful.
A low groan slips past his lips, annoyed and knowing exactly what the sensation is. Even though he would just rub one out and get up for the day, he was just too sleepy today.
And as he lies there, his brain already slipping between consciousnesses, his hips begin to grind slowly and subconsciously against the mattress. The feeling of finally getting some relief makes his hips stutter against the sheets, pleasure shooting up his spine like electricity.
He doesn’t even open his eyes as he starts to slowly grind his hips in a languid rhythm, not even really realizing the fact that he was, basically, humping his bed like a dog. All he knows is that the motion he’s doing right now feels fucking amazing and he’s too sleepy to think about how it might look like, plus, he’s alone in his room anyway.
"Oh, fuuck…" Chris whimpers—whimpers—when he accidentally grinds his hips just right. The friction is incredible. Almost addictive.
He’s getting close so damn fast. It’s almost laughable.
But he doesn’t care about finishing fast right now. All he wants is to relieve the pressure on his cock and feel that blissful ecstacy of an orgasm.
So he keeps going until he paints the inside of his boxers with a muffled groan.
Panting softly, body buzzing with leftover pleasure, he rolls over onto his back and finally notices you—his best friend for context—standing frozen by the door with a bag of groceries.
He finally remembers the plans he made with you and the reason why his phone was blowing up with texts this morning.
› sorry not sorry for ending it on a cliffhanger. had this idea in my head for a few days now. i might write a continuation in the future but who knows :p
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