matt overhears something that he wasn’t supposed to… or maybe he was. however, it doesn’t end well.
somewhat continued from here
warnings: nsfw content. physical fighting. mentions of blood. mentions of sex.
the week has been strange. very fucking strange. to wondering if you’re ever gonna talk to matt again, walking home in the freezing cold, pouring rain, to waking up to him in your bed, sobbing and hiccuping like somebody died.
waking up to matt, distraught and tearful in your bed, was not on your bingo card for the week. or ever, to be honest. you didn’t know how to comfort him on the subject, having had your fair share of fails in life.
which resulted in you nearly coddling him, holding him while he shook from the force of pure cries, running your fingers through his hair until his scalp was almost raw, hushing and shushing him, telling him he’s the smartest, grades don’t define him, he can’t do everything perfectly, the list goes on.
it never got brought up again, after he cried himself into exhaustion and fell asleep against your chest. there was no opportunity to discuss when he woke up, immediately flipping you on your belly to fuck you from behind. no opportunity when he somehow arrived at this party, clearly desperate enough to get his mind off of it to show up somewhere, partake in activities he doesn’t like, with people he couldn’t give a fuck about.
his eyes meet yours as you’re crammed next to sage, sweaty bodies squeezing by you both as you wait in the line for the bathroom. he came with chris, who is more than delighted to see sage, pulling her into a hug as you awkwardly stand next to the interaction. matt is holding a red solo cup, and you know enough to know it’s likely rum and coke. and if chris made it? more so rum, and no coke.
he greets you with a nod, shoving behind you to also get into to line.
“what are yo-“ you ask, turning around to face him.
“need to fuckin’ piss,” he mutters, looking at you as if it was obvious as he slots himself fully against your back.
and it was obvious, he wouldn’t be getting in the line to enjoy your company, or for any other reason. but your throat has been tight since you got into the line to begin with, hearing the familiar and boisterous laughter of one of your old hookups and his friends.
you know enough about your ex hookup, ethan, to know that not only is he rowdy, but he acts like his dick is bigger than it is. much bigger than it actually is. you ignored the comments he was making loud enough for you to hear them before matt arrived, but what you can’t ignore is the scoff from him when matt steps in front of him, to get behind you.
“so that’s all an easy fuck will get you,” ethan mocks, the heat and embarrassment quickly rising up the back of your neck.
matt doesn’t budge as you look over your shoulder at him, seeming if anything disinterested at the prospect of standing in line, maybe a little annoyed.
ethan’s friend pipes up from behind him, audibly slapping him on the shoulder, “tight pussy and a cut in line to the bathroom, can’t complain bro. just say you’re jealous.”
from the way matt’s face doesn’t change, you’re almost certain you don’t even think he knows that they’re talking about you.
that is, until he addresses you fully.
“valentine!” he shouts over matt, like you’re an old friend he hasn’t seen in a while, “how’d you get sturniolo’s head out of those books? do you suck his dick the way you used to suck mine or-“ his voice fades out as your ears start ringing, tuning his voice below the noise of the party and under the heat at which your ears burn.
matt’s breath is hot against the side of your face, only thing holding you to the present and not an outright spiral as his hand comes around your front, his half full cup appearing in front of you.
“hold this,” he murmurs, and as soon as your fingers wrap around the chilled plastic, you hear it before you see it.
the sound of matt’s fist against what you could only assume is ethan’s nose, flat and loud. you turn to see it fully, and matt gets a couple punches in before people start noticing. some girls are screeching, ethan’s friends looking halfway between mortified and expectant.
you turn to sage and she’s laughing, drink held beneath her mouth as she watches like this is the best movie she’s ever seen. chris is watching too, partially torn between stepping in and letting matt beat the fuck out of this guy.
when ethan gets a hit on matt that makes him stumble back, chris steps forward before sage is grabbing him, “let him get what he deserves baby, been talking shit on valentine all night,” which eases chris’s shoulders for half of a second. until one of ethan’s friends steps forward.
chris is on it in a second, guarding the fight while simultaneously getting in the guys face.
“don’t make me beat your fucking ass in front of all these people kid, i’m still on you about what you did last lacrosse season.” and the guy is surrendering with his hands up, backing away slowly from chris.
you feel out of your body as you watch, only present feeling is the chilled solo cup with matt’s drink in your hand. chris watches until matt is evidently growing more tired, ethan gaining more flailing hits than land than not.
he grabs matt by the shoulders, hauling him up off of ethan. matt wipes his bloodied mouth with the back of his hand, and fuck, is it so wrong that the sight causes you to physically feel your panties dampen?
ethan’s on the floor, and just as he looks up at matt, matt spits a concoction of blood and saliva right onto him, “that’s how i spit on her pussy, since you were wondering,” he mumbles, earning a drawn out ‘okay’ from chris as chris straightens him up.
“next time you wanna know what she’s up to,” he continues, circling the scene with his finger, “just keep this in mind.”
it felt like it was over quicker than it started, your shoes clacking against the floor as you slightly jog to keep up with chris as he drags matt out of the party.
he sets matt on the curb outside of the party, mumbling to sage something about going back in to get him ice, that he knows the guy having the party, that he plans to get ethan banned from the house, etc. sage checks with you, giving her a gentle nod that she’s okay to go with chris.
you stand awkwardly in front of matt as he sits with his head hung on the curb, running his bloodied knuckles through his hair. you hug yourself since the breeze is still cold at night, shifting on your feet.
“do you need anything?” you ask quietly, voice barley loud enough to break through the distant echo of the party, “i know they’re going to get you ice but-“
“just sit down,” he grumbles, causing you to immediately straight up and sit down next to him on the curb. he takes his drink from your hand, clearly not forgotten as he downs the entire thing in a gulp or two.
silence stretches on before he clears his throat, wiping at his mouth again.
“didn’t mean to say that shit bout how i spit on your-,” he mumbles, “y’know. made you seem like some sort of fuckin’ disposable to me and you’re not.”
“oh-,” you sputter, waving him off, “it’s no big deal, i know-“
“valentine,” he starts, the tone he gets when you’re just talking to much, “i was pissed off and shouldn’t have said it, but he was buggin’ you since the moment i got there. just-,” he sighs, like he’s begrudgingly speaking at this point, “m’not gonna let someone talk about you that way when you were there for me the other day.”
you’re shocked at the admission, the way he’s acknowledging that he broke down, that he went to you, that you were there. the shocked silence from you makes him lift his head, heavy in the way it slowly raises. he catches you with a glance, the way your gears turn and the glint in your eye.
“don’t,” he grumbles, “not talkin’ about it. m’just saying thank you.”
caroline speaks: holy BUUUUUUUNS but these anons were inspiring me to write and i’m in the bathroom at work having my phone time hehehehehe. also had to pick a name instead of ‘ex hookup’ so just picked a generic boy name. raise ur hand if you’ve ever been terrorized by an ethan before!! another also sorry for no layout or anything i haven’t opened my computer in weeeeeks. anyways sexy black eye physicsmajor!matt smut coming soon…..?
⤷ SYNOPSIS: chris is always jealous, but he sure has a good way of making you know your his.
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"yeah, who's pussy's this huh?" chris grunts into your ear as he thrusts into you from behind. he had you bent over the edge of the bed, putting you in a headlock as he hammered into your cunt.
"yours! its yours!" you squeal out as his tip thumps against your cervix, splitting you open on his cock. "that's 'xactly what I wanna hear mama. yeeaahhh, you like getting fucked all rough like this?" he groans as you clench around him, velvet walls suffocating his dick like a vice.
all you can do is whimper and moan, fat tears rolling down your cheeks. you feel his hand grab and smack at your ass, thrusts becoming harsher. "ohh fuckkkk, best pussy ive fuckin' ever had." he moaned.
your hands find its way to his forearm where it rests curled around your neck, trying to find something, anything to hold onto as he ponded you raw.
"ohmyfuckinggod. m'cumming!" you whimper, pussy clenching around him so hard his vision spots. "yeah? me too baby. squeezing me so tight." he groans.
you spasm as your orgasm washes over you, moaning and whimpering through your high. "fuckkk im gonna cum, gonna fill this pussy up so nicely. make you a fuckin' mama." he moans, hot, white, spurts of cum shooting inside of you.
its so much, your body going limp, brain too fuzzy to think about anything other than what just happened. chris pants, still inside of you. he kisses up your spine, biting and sucking on your neck, marking you up before pulling out. he then laid down beside you and pulled you into his chest.
"did so good for me baby. y'really liked that. I love you y'know that?"he asked. no matter how jealous or rough he got, chris always softened up for you. you nodded your head as you curled up into him, a small smile on your face knowing that you were the only one who got this side of him.
yeah he could be toxic sometimes, but you always ended up exactly where you wanted to be.
you always feel so safe with matt. so loved, so protected. even when you were being a needy brat, he knew it was just because of how bad you always wanted him. he was so patient with you, and you were so grateful for it.
until you took advantage, until you pushed too far. whined too long, complained too many times. his smile would stay on his face, and no one noticed the switch from genuine to sinister, except for you.
even now, the amount of times you’ve cum in the last hour just a guessing number in your head. he’s smirking above you, despite the way sweat beads on his brow, curly pieces starting to stick to his temples.
you’re passed the theatrics, the teasing, the moaning and the dirty talk. your mouth is stuck in what feels like a permanent ‘o’ shape, eyes rolling back into your head every time his hips slam against yours.
but matt isn’t, it feels like he’s just getting started. to be fair, he warned you. low under his breath, like a sweet whisper to anyone else, but a promise to you.
“if you don’t stop, i’ll make you cum until you forget your name.”
and you’re almost there, truthfully. the pleasure so deep and overwhelming, through your hazy vision, you’re still mesmerized by matt. his name repeats over and over again in your fucked out brain, only translating to soft gasps and whimpers as he fucks your spent pussy.
“you’ve just been beggin’ for it allll day, haven’t you sweetheart?” he asks rhetorically, cooing mockingly when you hiccup.
“yeah, all this greedy pussy needs is someone to keep her in line?” he asks, his hand that’s braced next to your head on the pillow slipping to wrap lightly around your pretty throat.
his eyes light up when the action seems to spark a new need in you, your back arching off the bed as your hands weakly thread through his hair. he hums when your bottom lip draws between your teeth, leaning down to press his forehead against yours.
“needy fuckin’ girl.” he whispers, lips brushing against yours as he speaks.
his hips plap against yours now with a somehow more brutal pace than before, the light pressure from his ringed fingers pressing onto your neck providing a dominant but comfortable weight.
you swear this weight alone is what pushes you over the edge faster than the other times tonight, so far gone and hardly able to gasp out ‘cumming’ before your gummy walls milk his cock.
what’s different about this time than the others is that matt doesn’t slow down, doesn’t edge himself to keep playing with you. his lips capture yours in a bruising kiss, his thrusts becoming sloppy and uncoordinated as he whines softly into your mouth.
his balls draw up right before he spills into your messy cunt, thick ropes filling you to the brim. he stays buried inside of you as he practically collapses on top of you, panting softly into the crook of your neck.
after laying for what feels like an eternity to catch both of your breaths, he eventually pushes off of you. pulling out of you with a gentle wince, he can tell by the expectant look on your face that you want him to go get a towel to clean you both up.
he was going to do this anyways, he always does. but the somehow still petulant little look on your face makes him reach out to gently pinch your side, trying to hide a smirk when you squeal.
“such a fuckin’ brat.”
caroline speaks: like i just really need that. is that so wrong????
This is how they met. CW for drugs, alcohol, rude men, lap sitting, and very very VERY suggestive content !!
This party sucks. Beer and smoke clouds the air, your lungs protesting with every inhale you took to try and calm your nerves.
You shouldn’t be here. Nothing about this made you feel content in any sort of way. Darren insisted ‘stopping by.’ But the promise of only a couple minutes had long been broken.
“Are you almost done? I really don’t like it here…”
The man shrugs you off. There’s a slight sting of pain in your chest, the anxiety of the room tumbling on top of the rejection you feel from his ignorance.
You thought he’d actually ask you to officially be his girlfriend tonight. Although he didn’t seem to be your best match, you figured time would make you two closer. Plus you were too much of a wimp to call things off.
What were you supposed to even say? That you didn’t feel the spark?
Honestly you weren’t sure if whatever ‘spark’ actually even existed anymore.
“Just a couple more minutes, babe,” he says, his hand landing awkwardly on your thigh.
Your face scrunches. His movement had dragged your cotton dress upward. You pull down the fabric, the modesty bringing you some sort of comfort in the chaos.
As you look around, your eyes find his — the guy Darren had bought some substances from.
Of course, you hid behind Darren, waiting impatiently while shrinking into yourself. But you had felt the man’s eyes on you.
Matt.
You heard Darren acknowledge him by that. But Matt hadn’t really acknowledged Darren at all. He simply nodded his head when your shitty date asked if it was the usual price.
Usual price made something in your gut sink.
Darren never told you he did substances. He actually claimed he was heavily against drugs.
Yet another instance of him being a liar.
“Darren, I need to go to the bathroom. Can we please leave?” you ask, gnawing on your inner cheek.
In all honesty, you didn’t need to use the bathroom. You just needed an excuse — something to motivate him to take you away from this awful event.
“It’s probably just down the hall. Just keep your phone on you.”
Dick, you think.
Deciding you’ve had enough, you get up. There’s no chance in hell you’re ever going out with this man again, let alone waiting here another second.
You cross your arms over your chest. Walking through the sweaty air with shoulders continuously bumping into you.
Before you can even reach the hallway, you get shoved hard enough to fall — right onto the couch where Matt is sitting.
“Ah — sorry!” You stammer over your words, trying to get up.
Another body collides with you.
This time, it makes you tumble even harder, making your butt land right in Matt’s lap.
This can’t be happening. But it is. And Matt’s got a shit-eating grin on his face as he realizes how nervous you are.
The smile fades after a second, before you can even notice it. He replaces the expression with a calm facade, rolling his eyes as you try to lift yourself off his lap once again.
“What’re you—“
You shriek as he keeps you in place on his lap. His hands are tight, possessive, almost.
Before you can analyze any further, you feel his voice whispering against the back of your ear; “Unless you wanna keep falling back onto my lap, look before you get up.”
He’s right.
Someone crashed right into another person right in front of you guys. If you had gotten up again, you would’ve fallen even worse.
“Oh. Sorry…” you mumble, unsure as you hold yourself stiff as a board in his grasp.
“It’s fine. But now you gotta make it up to me.”
Make it up to him? You make a confused sound. Matt can’t help but feel his heart pummel faster at the noise.
He wants to hear it again but in a different context.
“You sat in my lap uninvited. And I saved your ass from getting knocked over,” he explains.
You nod. He leans in, his lips brushing against the rim of your ear. A tingle of sparks flow up your spine. His hand lazily rests on your hip bone as he speaks;
“I’m not gonna make you do anything you don’t wanna do. But just know… I can feel how much you like my hands on you.”
Oh.
Oh.
Your legs had started squeezing together subconsciously. Immediately you try to relax them, but it’s too late. He’s already made the observation.
“I can take care of it. The ache… I mean, I can make it go away if you want, hon.”
.
.
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NAV on my pinned post.
Paige’s Notes: FIRST FIC FOR THEM. HOW WE FEELIN CHAT 🙈
𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 ---› smut ⋆ bsf!matt ⋆ sexual tension ⋆ usage of a viagra pill ⋆ subtle bantering ⋆ dry humping + more.
𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 ---› 𝟏.𝟕 𝒌
𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓’𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒔 ---› well... this is the closest to smut you’ll get from me this november ’cause i wanna do no nut november properly!! also, i struggled so much with this fic and i wanted to keep it relatively short so there’s really not much sexual tension. lowkey hate this sm but oh well :)
𝒌𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅 ---› english is not my first language!
𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒂 ---› it’s november so... i thought i’d post a little fic for you before my nnn starts.
Matt isn’t the type of guy to buy a viagra pill—or so you thought. He is a freak but you knowing he’s never tried something like that before. Or maybe he just didn’t tell you. But whatever the truth is, you did not expect to see a viagra pill on his computer desk, still in its packaging.
You pick it up from his desk, the corners of your mouth curling up in amusement. "Increases stamina, hardness and time of intercourse-" The package is snatched out of your hand so quickly you almost think it disappeared into thin air.
Matt’s expression turns into a subtle scowl to hide his embarrassment as he quickly stuffs the viagra in his jeans pocket. "What the fuck are you doing?" He huffs, going back to folding the freshly dried laundry on his bed. His tone is harsh and defensive—but it just makes you laugh.
"Viagra? Really, Matt?" You grin, making his scowl deepen. "Who’re you gonna use it with? Or are you just unable to get it up?" You tease, your grin growing wider when he glares at you.
"No one. And my dick’s completely fine and able." He grumbles, folding his clothes with more force than necessary. "Chris and I made a bet. And now I realize how fucking stupid I was for betting two hundred on something like that."
"Two hundred!?" You double over in laughter, finding his misery far too amusing. "And what’s the bet? Not jerking off for the entire month of November or something?" You ask, in a tone that shows just how funny you think the bet is.
Matt nods solemnly, sighing deeply, pausing his movements to look at you. "And I’m not even sure if I can... handle it. Like, just imagining it hurts me." He runs a hand down his face, singing again. "It’s even worse because I’ll have to take the viagra pill on the first day-"
"Which is today." You cut in, grinning.
"Exactly." Matt squints at you. "You’re enjoying this too much. I’m probably gonna have blue balls from that thing and you’re laughing." He accuses, brows furrowing.
"You’re the one who made a stupid bet with your brother, not me. What do you want me to do? Jerk you off?" You cock an eyebrow, obviously teasing him, but a small part of you wish he’d say yes.
"Jesus- No! I don’t want you to jerk me off." Matt’s ears grow hot, a flush creeping up his neck at your casual suggestion even though he knows you’re just messing with him, and he quickly looks back down at the half-folded t-shirt on his lap. "Stop saying weird shit."
You just chuckle under your breath, unbothered by his words, and plop onto his bed, making Matt shoot you a warning look not to touch his folded clothes.
About half an hour later, Matt disappears into the kitchen, saying he needs to drink some water. You’re half-lying on his bed, a movie paused on his laptop that he’d picked out.
Just when you start feeling bored and begin scrolling through your phone does Matt comes back, an unreadable expression on his face. You don’t really think much of it, simply unpausing the movie when he settles under the duvet beside you.
But halfway into the movie, you notice how much Matt has started to fidget, shifting and crossing and uncrossing his ankles under the duvet. At first, you don’t mind it, but he keeps moving and you feel your patience slowly thinning.
Matt shifts again, this time making the laptop on your lap shake, and you just can’t take it anymore.
"Matt. What’s going on? You keep fucking moving. I can’t even focus on the movie." You snap at him, pausing the movie.
Matt’s face flushes even more than it already was and he avoids eye contact, fearing you’d see the arousal in his expression if he looks into your eyes.
"Do you need the bathroom or something? Like, you keep squirming. It’s pissing me off." You say, having had enough.
"M’not fucking squirming." Matt grits out, trying to hide his embarrassment. "And I don’t need to pee. I..." He trails off, growing quiet, his ears burning.
"You...?" You turn your body towards him, encouraging him to continue talking. And Matt hesitates, his throat working as he swallows thickly, jaw muscles ticking.
"I took the fucking viagra okay? And I didn’t think it’d be this fucking strong." He blurts out and immediately wishes the bed would swallow him whole.
"Oh..." You bite your lips to hold back a laugh, eyes crinkling at the corners in amusement. "So you actually took it? I didn’t think you would."
Matt glares at you, his pupils blown wide, cheeks flushed. "Don’t you dare fucking laugh."
His words only served to make it harder to hold back your laugh. "I’m not." You pretend to be innocent, but the subtle twitch in the corners of your mouth gives it away.
Matt sits up against the headboard, pushing his knees up to hide the bulge that’d tent the duvet otherwise. He can feel himself throbbing and leaking, his dick so hard it feels like it’ll explode if he doesn’t give it some relief soon.
God. Why did he agree to this stupid bet?
"What?" You raise an eyebrow when you realize he’s staring at you with a pained expression despite him trying to hide it and your grin softens. "Does it really hurt that much?"
Matt sighs shakily and nods. "Hurts like hell." He mumbles, fully regretting his decision but determined to not lose to Chris. He knows it’s stupid but his competitiveness is forcing him to endure it all.
"Want me to help?" You suddenly ask, surprising both yourself and Matt. The air shifts immediately after your question, a tension that wasn’t there before beginning to fill the silence that stretched. Neither of you speak for a beat and just stare at each other as if you both can’t believe your ears.
"What?" Matt almost chokes out, blinking at you, trying his best to not let his mind go somewhere inappropriate but failing miserably. His mind is already racing with dirty thoughts he shouldn’t be having about his best friend. "Help?"
"Yeah... It’s fine as long as you don’t cum, right?" You slowly sit up, looking into his eyes. "Plus, you won’t be the one touching yourself so you won’t lose the bet."
Matt slowly pushes his legs down flat against the bed, his erection now tenting the duvet so obscenely that you can’t help but let your eyes flick down to his lap before snapping back up to his face.
"Yeah. Okay." He breathes out, almost dazed in a way, unable to believe he’s even having this kind of conversation with you in the first place but far too tempted to refuse. "How are you gonna help-"
Before he can even finish his question, you climb onto his lap, settling on his thighs at first. His eyes widen and his hands immediately find your waist, breath hitching. He doesn’t know what he was expecting but this was definitely not what he expected.
"What are you doing?" Matt asks, but the way his grip is tightening on your waist tells you everything you need to know. He’s definitely enjoying this from the way he’s not pushing you away and instead holding onto you tightly like he’s afraid you’d change your mind.
"I’m helping you out." You answer simply and put your hands on his shoulders for stability before shifting closer to his crotch, tugging the duvet from under you so you can sit directly on his hard-on straining painfully against his plaid pajama pants.
"Fuck--!" Matt gasps softly when he feels your clothed core settle on top of his aching boner. He looks down at where you’re sitting on him before looking back up at you, lips parted. "Wait- I..." He can’t even think straight, the viagra making his mind cloud with desire.
"Yeah?" You begin rolling your hips slowly, grinding against him, feeling him throb urgently against you despite the thin layers of fabric separating you and him. You can feel his hips thrusting ever so slightly up into you, thighs twitching.
His face flushes further, finding himself on the edge of an orgasm already. He’s never one to get to this point so quickly, hell, it actually takes him minutes to finally feel his orgasm approaching. But with you dry humping him, along with the sensitivity from the viagra in his system, is somehow quickening the process.
His arms wrap around you when you quicken your movement, making him bury his face in your neck, hot, ragged breaths brushing against your sensitive skin and sending pleasant shivers down your spine. "Fuck- Slow down... I can’t-" He cuts himself off with a groan when you do the opposite of what he tells you to do.
You’re thoroughly enjoying the way he’s squirming under you, arms wrapping around your waist like iron bands, his cock jumping and jerking in his pants. You swear you can feel the fabric of his pants beginning to grow slightly damp with his precum—or maybe it’s just you who’s getting so wet.
"Shit, shit-- Stop-!" Matt gasps, nails digging where he’s gripping the sides of waist, arms still wrapped around you. "If you don’t stop I’m gonna fucking cum in my pants!" His warning finally registers in your head and you stop moving immediately.
"This fast?" You tease, climbing off his lap suddenly, making Matt whine softly at the loss of your warmth. "The viagra will probably wear off in a bit, and I’d feel bad if I made you lose the bet, so let’s stop."
"Wait- Seriously? You’re gonna leave me like this?" Matt asks incredulously, his chest heaving with deep, ragged breaths. He can’t believe you’re actually thinking of leaving him all unravelled and incredibly hard, not finishing what you started because of the bet he made with Chris.
"Yeah. You don’t wanna lose to Chris, right? I’m sure you can handle being hard a little longer." You say dismissively.
And he watches you settle back under the duvet beside him, turning his laptop back on and playing the movie he’d forgotten they were even watching before you climbed onto his lap and dry humped him to a near orgasm.
He wants to ditch the bet and pull you back onto his lap—or better yet, fuck you into his mattress so good you can’t think about anything but his dick pounding into you. But he knows he can’t. Not yet.
One whole month worth of wait. Fuck. He messed up big time.
Drivin' Me Crazy ‧₊˚ ⋅* ‧₊ Matt Sturniolo & Chris Sturniolo
Boyfriend!Matt x Girlfriend!Reader x Perv...?!Chris
Synopsis: Matt and the reader think they're being lowkey while getting freaky, but Chris is in the backseat....
Genre: Smut
Word Count: 786
Warnings: MDNI, vaginal fingering…this is lowkey hell awkward wording LMFAOAOOO, voyeurism, exhibitionism in a sense, chris lowkey being a perv LMAO, cumming in pants lmao, male masturbation, implications of reader doing stuff w chris at the end, some flowery language
A/N: I wanted to incorporate some degrading from Matt but idk i just couldn't bring myself to do it. this can go whatever direction you want it to go oooor I can probs write a part 2?? 👀 idk just wanted to leave ygs on your toes w this one LMAO
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It started off as any other drive back home from a shoot.
Until Matt's hand was hiking further up your thigh, beyond your skirt, and shimmying past the flimsy lace of your panties to massage your gummy walls with his fingers.
You were fighting for your life, trying to clamp your thighs around his arm to still his movements. He would just continue, perfectly curling his fingers against your g-spot. Nothing was working.
Nothing would stop him from making you fall apart in the passenger seat with Chris stretched out in the backseat.
You kept your head turned to the window, wedging your finger between your teeth to stifle the filthy sounds that threatened to rip past your chest. When Matt noticed, his movements finally came to a pause.
You weren't sure what was worse: his fingers comfortably nuzzling your sweet spot, or them pumping in and out of your sopping cunt with his brother sitting just a few feet behind you guys.
The sound of Chris sneezing dragged you from your thoughts, your walls clenching around Matt's digits. Your eyes widened when you heard him shuffling around. You were terrified, hell, horrified that Chris would lean over the console and see his brother's hand shoved far past your skirt.
"Yo, can you pass me a tissue? 'S none back here," he spoke so casually, it had you clinging to Matt's arm for dear life.
"Babe, can you get him a tissue? Check the glove box."
Matt's tone was so lax, too. You just wanted to smack that smug look off his face. But his fingers started moving again, the heel of his palm applying a delicious pressure to your clit this time.
You squeaked, biting your lip to muffle the noise as you reached for the glove box. You were rummaging around like a madwoman, chest falling and rising rapidly. Chris' eyebrows furrowed when you handed him the tissue, noticing the shakiness in your hand. He shrugged it off, returning to whatever was keeping him occupied on his phone.
The drive home felt long. Way too long. You were absolutely losing your mind. You were teetering on the edge of your climax. His fingers rubbed sloppy circles over your clit upon noticing.
When a breathy moan fled your lips, Chris looked up.
"Dude, you good?" he asked, leaning forward just a bit.
"Mmh- yeah," you stammered. "Just really tired."
Your voice was too gravelly. And when Matt upped the volume, with the music now loud enough to mask any noise coming from you, Chris put the pieces together.
He slid over to the seat behind yours and glanced at your expressions through the side mirror, noting the way your head was pressed back into the headrest.
"Fuckin' freaks," he muttered to himself.
And while he tried to pry his attention from the rendezvous unfolding in front of him, he just couldn't. His hand slid over the crotch of his jeans, firmly palming the increasingly hardening length. He mimicked your visage, eyelids hooded as he allowed his head to tip back, rubbing himself discreetly enough...at least what he thought was discreet.
The ticking of Matt's jaw, the unfazed expression he wore, his tongue wetting his lips every so often. It was all becoming too much. Looking at Matt was like watching porn, except a million times better. Him doing nothing but simply existing was drawing you closer to that earth-shattering orgasm.
Your back arched against the seat, thighs shaking around Matt's hand as harsh pants flew from your mouth. You felt like you were on fire, lungs burning as Matt's fingers worked to bring you to your climax. Your head turned back to the window.
Your eyes finally caught his.
Your orgasm came crashing down. Hard. Too intense for you to stifle your cries of pleasure. And Chris, knowing this, couldn't stop the spurts of cum that created a darkened patch in his jeans, quietly cursing to himself at the spontaneity of it all.
What either of you failed to notice was Matt leering at you both from the corner of his eye.
So when he pulled into a rather sketchy-looking dead-end street, your eyebrows furrowed. Only then did he finally lower the music, shutting the car off. Both of you turned to him, but the air was thick, tense. You knew better than to speak.
"You put on quite a show for him there, sweetheart. Chris, I don't mind sharin'," his tongue jutted out to swipe over his bottom lip.
You were both terrified.
He turned to you, eyeing your messy, sweetly fucked-out state.
"Get in the back. Wanna see if you can put on just as good a show for me, sweetheart."
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