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matt flopped onto his bed with a dramatic sigh, his dark hair tousled as he smirked up at you, who was standing above him. “you’re all talk, y/n,” he teased, his voice dripping with challenge. “admit it—you couldn’t take me in a fight even if your life depended on it.”

you were now kneeling bedside his body, hands on your hips as you raised an eyebrow. “oh, is that so? you must be forgetting all those times i’ve wiped the floor with you.”

before he could answer, you jumped on him, his body falling back against the pillows. matt burst into laughter as he tried to fend you off, his hands grabbing at yours to stop your half-hearted attack. “hey, not fair! i wasn’t ready!” he protested, his grin betraying the fact that he wasn’t trying too hard to escape.

“life’s not fair, matt,” you quipped, pinning his wrists down for all of two seconds before he twisted free. suddenly, you found yourself flipped onto your back with matt hovering over you, his triumphant smirk making your stomach flip.

“ready to surrender?” he asked, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

“not a chance,” you shot back, and the playful wrestling continued, the room filled with laughter and teasing remarks.

matt leaned closer, his smirk widening. “you sure you don’t want to give up? it’d be less embarrassing for you if you just admitted i’m stronger.”

you glared up at him, your breath coming in short bursts, but there was no way you were going to let him win. “in your dreams, sturniolo,” you snapped, shifting under his weight. with a quick twist, you managed to free one of your arms and shoved his shoulder.

matt wobbled, caught off guard for a split second, which was all you needed. you used the momentum to roll him over, straddling him with a sheepish grin. “what was that about giving up?” you taunted, pinning his wrists to the bed. “looks like someone’s not as tough as they think.”

his laugh rumbled in his chest as he rested your grip, clearly more entertained than intimidated. “alright, alright, you’ve got some fight in you. i’ll give you that,” he admitted, his tone dripping with amusement. then his smirk turned devious. “but you should know, i never go down easy.”

before you could even respond, he surged forward, flipping you over like it was nothing. his face was inches from yours now, his breath fanning across your cheek as he held you firmly in place. “what now, baby?” he asked softly, his voice teasing and his chest heaving.

you narrowed your eyes, stubborn as ever. “i’ve got one word for you, matthew; rematch.”

“yeah right,” he smirked, leaning down to kiss the tip off your nose before rolling off your body and laying his head on your exposed stomach, his fingers trailing your soft skin.

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it was three am, and matt was deeply immersed in a game of fortnite with chris. the room was filled with the sound of frantic button presses and matt’s yells whenever chris fucked up.

meanwhile, you were exhausted from a long day, lying on his bed, trying to get some sleep before you had to wake up and repeat the same routine. but matt’s constant yelling made it impossible to sleep.

“chris, stop being a fucking idiot! they’re right in front of you!” his voice boomed loudly throughout the room, breaking the peaceful vibe you had been craving as you lay on his bed, eyes half-closed in exhaustion.

“matt,” you called softly, your voice slightly muffled by the pillow. when he didn’t respond, you raised your voice a little. “matt!”

he turned his head briefly before turning back to the screen, pulling one side of his headphones off his ear so he could hear you clearly. “sorry, baby, didn’t hear you. what’s up?”

“you’re too loud. i’m trying to sleep.” you said, rubbing your eyes and sitting up slightly.

his eyes still focused on the screen, his fingers still flying over the controller. “i’m sorry, baby. come here,” he said, pausing to glance at her. “sit here, i promise ill tone it down.” he says, patting his thigh lightly.

you hesitated slightly, giving him a look that was equal parts tired and annoyed. “you sure?”

he grinned, leaning his head back briefly to look at you. “yeah, come here.”

you gave in, walking over and settling into his lap—your chest pressing against his. his arms adjusted around your body as he held the controller, and you curled into him, your head resting in his neck. matt pressed a quick kiss to the side of your head, “that better?”

“much,” you mumbled, already feeling sleepier as his warmth surrounded you, his voice was now softer as he played.

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you were on your knees in front of chris as he sat back on the sofa, manspreading as he looked down at you with a smirk. you unbuckle his belt, taking your time, your hands were gentle as you slowly pull his belt out of the loops. once you unzip his jeans, chris lifts his hips slightly to help you out, his eyes locked onto yours.

you pull down his jeans, stopping mid-thigh. exposing his black boxers, and as you reveal the waistband, you can see the huge bulge beneath the fabric.

you trace your fingertip along the outline of his dick, making him suck in a breath. you hook your fingers into the waistband of his boxers, sliding them down enough to expose his dick.

you run your tongue over your bottom lip as you look up at him through your eyelashes before looking back down, taking in the sight of him. you wrap your hand around his base, you lean in, pressing a soft kiss to his tip before licking a stripe up the underside of him.

chris threw his head back against the sofa, a deep groan escaping his lips as your tongue teases him. his hands instinctively move to your hair, gently gripping it as you continue teasing him with your tongue.

“fuck…” he breathes out, clearly enjoying the sensation of your tongue against him.

you notice the lipstick staining your lips and quickly look up at him with mischievous eyes, pressing a deliberate, lingering kiss just below the tip of his length. as you pull back slightly, you make sure to leave a perfect red lipstick mark at the base of his dick.

he looks down to see the red lipstick mark you've left at the base of his dick, making him groan loudly. he runs his fingers through your hair gently, tugging slightly to encourage you to take more of him in your mouth. “fuck, baby…”

you grin up at him, before taking him into your mouth, slowly taking more and more of him in until he hits the back of your throat. you look up at him with watery eyes, holding him there for a few seconds before pulling back and repeating the motion.

he watches you with heavy-lidded eyes, his chest heaving with each breath. the sight of you taking him so deep was sending him over the edge, and he can't help but moan out your name a few times under his breath. his hips buck slightly, instinctively trying to thrust deeper into your mouth.

you continue to bob your head up and down, taking him deep and slow, your lips making soft sucking noises as you pull back. every now and then, you pause for a moment, staring up at him with those watery eyes, before diving back down, his length hitting the back of your throat again.

he reaches down and gently grabs your head, guiding you up and down his length, setting a pace that has him throbbing, “that’s it, baby. just like that, fuck…” he moans softly.

you relax your throat, allowing him to hit the back of it with each stroke, your nose hitting his pelvis. you start to hum softly, the vibration adding to the sensation, and he lets out a loud groan, his hips starting to move faster, fucking your mouth harder and deeper.

his breath comes in ragged gasps now, fingers tightening slightly in your hair as he gets closer to the edge. "you're gonna make me... fuck..." his hips move faster, almost thrusting rather than just guiding, his length hitting the back of your throat with each movement.

you hum again, the vibrations making him falter slightly. you use your hand to steady yourself, the other still wrapped around the base of him. you can feel him throbbing and know he's close. you pull back slightly, just enough to tease the head with your tongue before taking him deep again.

"yes..." he whispers hoarsely, one hand firmly gripping your hair while the other rests on the back of the sofa for support. his legs tremble slightly as you tease him with your tongue before taking him in deep again. "baby, i'm so fucking close..."

his entire body tenses up as he reaches his limit, the hand in your hair gripping tightly as he thrusts his hips forward one last time, holding you in place as he releases into your mouth.

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