Warning and what to expect!: smut and matt on a motorcycle. dom matt
Y/N stumbled out of the bar, a little tipsy from the numerous drinks she had consumed. She had been drinking alone tonight, trying to escape the loneliness that had been consuming her lately. As she fumbled with her keys, she suddenly remembered that her best friend Nick had a brother, Matt, who lived nearby.
With a quick drunken decision, Y/N dialled Nick's number, hoping that he could give her a ride home, as she no longer trusted herself to drive. However, Nick couldn't make it as he was busy with his own plans for the night.
'I'm sorry, Y/N. I wish I could come get you, but I'm out with some friends right now,' Nick apologized over the phone.
Y/N sighed in disappointment, but she understood. Nick was always a loyal friend and she couldn't blame him for not being able to come to her rescue.
But Nick could sense her desperation. Being her best friend, he knew about Y/N's struggle with loneliness and he felt guilty for not being there for her. Nick knew that Y/N didn't get along with his other brother, Matt, but he couldn't think of anyone else who could give her a ride.
'Wait...I think Matt is still at his place. Let me call him and see if he can come get you,' Nick suggested, hoping that Y/N would be okay with the idea.
To his surprise, Y/N agreed. She was a little hesitant about being alone with Matt, but the thought of getting home quickly overpowered any other concerns. Nick quickly called Matt and explained the situation to him.
Matt had been lounging in his living room when he received Nick's call. He sighed in annoyance, wondering what Y/N could possibly want from him. They had never been on good terms. Matt was always the 'odd one out' in the triplet relationship. Nick and Chris were inseparable, while Matt was the black sheep of the family.
Reluctantly, Matt agreed to go pick up Y/N. He grabbed his leather jacket and helmet and jumped on his motorcycle, speeding towards the bar. When he arrived, Y/N was standing outside, shivering in the cold.
'Hey,' Matt greeted, not sure what else to say.
'Hey,' Y/N replied, looking up at him. She was taken aback by how handsome Matt was. Unlike Nick and Chris, who were tall and athletic, Matt was lean and muscular, with dark hair and piercing blue eyes.
'Um, thanks for coming to get me,' Y/N said awkwardly.
'No problem,' Matt replied, trying to keep his cool. He offered her his helmet, silently asking her to hop on behind him.
Y/N hesitated, not sure if she should trust Matt or not. But she was freezing and desperate to get home. So, she put on the helmet and climbed on behind him, wrapping her arms around his waist.
Matt revved the engine and took off, speeding down the streets with Y/N clinging onto him for dear life. As they rode, Y/N couldn't help but feel a strange attraction towards Matt. His muscles felt hard against her body, and his scent was intoxicating. She couldn't believe that she was actually enjoying being with him.
Finally, they arrived at Matt's house, an apartment on the outskirts of the city. Matt parked the bike and helped Y/N off, leading her inside. As soon as they stepped into the warm house, Y/N realized how drunk she was. She stumbled and almost fell, but Matt caught her, wrapping his arms around her waist.
'Careful there, princess,' Matt said, his deep voice sending shivers down her spine.
'Thanks, Matt,' Y/N said, feeling her face flush with embarrassment.
Matt led her to the couch and helped her sit down. He then went to get her a glass of water, hoping that it would sober her up a little. When he came back, Y/N was still sitting on the couch, but she looked completely different. Her eyes were filled with desire, her breaths were coming out in short gasps, and her cheeks were flushed with a deep shade of red.
Matt couldn't believe what he was seeing. He had never thought of Y/N in a sexual manner. She was Nick's best friend, and he had always seen her as just that. But now, as he looked at her, he couldn't resist the temptation.
'Y/N, are you okay?' Matt asked, trying to keep his voice steady.
'I'm fine. Just...I'm really horny right now,' Y/N admitted, her words slurring a little.
Matt's eyes widened in shock. He couldn't believe that Y/N was being so bold. He had always seen her as a shy and reserved girl, but now she was completely different. Before he could say anything, Y/N grabbed his hand and placed it on her breast, her eyes pleading for him to touch her.
Matt groaned at the feeling of her soft flesh in his hand. He knew this was wrong, but he couldn't resist the temptation any longer. He leaned down and captured her lips in a passionate kiss, one hand still on her breast, while the other grasped her hip, pulling her closer to him.
Y/N moaned into the kiss, giving in to her desire. She had always found Matt attractive, and now that they were alone, all her inhibitions were gone. She wanted him, and she wanted him now.
Their kiss turned more aggressive, with tongues tangling and hands roaming all over each other's bodies. Matt pulled Y/N's shirt off, revealing a lacy black bra that was barely covering her ample breasts. He quickly unclasped it, letting her breasts spill out.
He took one nipple in his mouth, sucking and licking it, making Y/N moan in pleasure. His hands roamed down her body, finding their way inside her pants, feeling her wetness.
'God, Y/N, you're so wet,' Matt groaned, rubbing her clit with his fingers.
Y/N whimpered, bucking her hips against his hand, desperate for release. Without warning, Matt slipped two fingers inside her, making her cry out in pleasure.
'Fuck, Matt, yes!' Y/N moaned, her head falling back as she rode his fingers.
Matt couldn't hold back any longer. He needed to be inside her, to feel her clench around him. He quickly pulled off his clothes and positioned himself between her legs, teasing her entrance with the head of his hard cock.
'Please, fuck me, Matt!' Y/N begged, her hands gripping his shoulders.
Matt couldn't deny her any longer. He plunged into her, making her scream in pleasure. The feeling of being inside her was indescribable. She was tight and wet, and he knew he wouldn't last long.
With each thrust, Y/N's pleasure increased. She had never felt so full and satisfied. She wrapped her legs tightly around Matt's waist, pulling him closer to her.
Matt's movements became rougher and faster, both of them lost in the moment. He was slamming into her, his cock filling her completely. Y/N was a mess, her moans and screams filling the room as she reached her peak.
With one final thrust, they both came undone, their bodies shaking with pleasure. They collapsed onto the couch, Matt still buried deep inside her, both of them trying to catch their breath.
'That was...amazing,' Y/N panted, looking up at Matt with a satisfied smile.
'You're amazing, princess,' Matt said, kissing her forehead.
They stayed like that for a while, just enjoying each other's company. Y/N couldn't believe what had just happened, but she didn't regret it one bit.
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warnings: smut, pwp, dom!chris, sub!reader, chris calls you mamas and ma (heheheh), overstimulation, reader is a masochist (self indulgent), degradation, hair pulling, daddy kink (bc of that one clip heheheh), breeding kink, chris whimpers when he cums (shocker), there's a safe word established but it is not used, dacryphilia
a/n: wrote this while sitting in my car while the heavy rain muffles the lyrics of deftone's, 'change.'
"f-fuck! chris, oh my god!" you're moaning pathetically as you clamp down on chris' cock. he's fucking you hard and fast from behind, knocking you deeper and deeper into the mattress as he refuses to slow down. his hands grip tightly at your hips, nails digging into your soft skin, leaving crescent marks behind. it stings, but god does it feel good. moans and whines leave your boyfriend's mouth, his eyes focused on the way your ass bounces off his pelvis.
you're sure you've already made a mess of the sheets, orgasm after orgasm being pulled out of you over and over again without a break. your arousal, mixed with chris' cum, drips down your thighs. whatever doesn't hit the sheets beneath you gets caught against the front of chris' thighs, making for a disgusting mess against the both of you.
"you like this don't you, mamas? you like being used like a little toy? huh, ma?" chris bends down to your level, pressing his chest against your back as he groans into your ear, a hand lifting up from your hip to grab a handful of your hair, pulling hard enough to lift your head off the pillow beneath you. the other goes to support his weight, planting right next to your hand which grips the sheets tightly.
you whine in response, but chris wants to hear you use your words. his thrusts speed up, resulting in loud screams of pleasure to tumble out of your mouth.
"yes, yes! fuck daddy, just like that." you don't even realize what slipped past your lips until you feel chris' breath fan against the shell of your ear.
"keep calling me daddy and we're gonna be here all night long, ma." he whispers lowly, almost growling as his thrusts get rougher, slamming so deep into your cunt you swear you're seeing stars as your eyes begin to roll into the back of your head.
you're close to your orgasm. nothing but moans, cries, and screams leave your mouth as chris pulls harder on your hair, making you clench around his cock.
"shit mamas, i'm gonna come. you gonna let daddy fuck a baby into you? huh?" contradictory to his dominance over you, chris whines against your neck.
"yes! fuck, yes! fill me up please, daddy!" you're screaming his name like a mantra, clamping down so hard on his cock that he lets out a prolonged hiss against the skin of your neck before releasing his hold on your hair.
your head falls forward into the pillow, muffling your screams as you reach your climax. stars fill up your vision as you scream out chris' name. your orgasm's so strong it leaves you shaking uncontrollably.
chris finishes not long after you do, whimpering loudly in the crook of your neck as he fills your swollen pussy up with his cum. the feeling of his warm cum so deep inside you makes you unconscious clench around him with a quiet moan, making him let out a series of pathetic whimpers before he begins thrusting into you again.
your head's spinning and your knees ache. you're still not completely recovered from your last orgasm before chris' thrusts return to a hard and rough pace, causing tears to cascade down your face.
"t-too much. i can't, chris," you're sure you're sobbing at this point but you can't tell when the pain's mixing with the pleasure in such an intense concoction it makes you bite your tongue. there's a growing ache coming from between your legs. "slow down, please. fuck, it hurts so good."
at that, chris' hips come to a sudden halt before you're flipped onto your back in one swift movement. he's entering you again before he grips your jaw, forcing your glazed over eyes to face his.
"i know you have another one in you, ma. if it's too much just say the word and i'll stop, you know the safe word." he props your legs up and over his shoulders, folding you in half before thrusting into you again. with this new angle, he manages to get himself so deep inside you you're positive he's in your stomach.
chris' icy blue eyes pierces into yours before he leans down closer to your face and whispers. "keep your eyes on me, baby. i'm not done with you, yet."
warnings: slight dom!matt, fem!reader, swearing, mentions of an argument and explicit sexual content.
authors note: i wrote this one quickly, no one asked for it, but i thrive off angst. enjoy!
he’s been giving you the silent treatment the entire night, the argument you had earlier still lingering in the air, the tension so thick you could cut it with a knife.
you don’t even remember what it was about, and quite honestly, you were over it. matt on the other hand, was still holding onto the bitterness.
he saunters into the bedroom, his face furrowed and shoulders tense. you watch from your side of the bed, adjusting the covers over your body as you follow him with your eyes. he doesn’t even look at you before he pulls his hoodie over this head, kicks off his ugg slippers, and drops onto the bed.
he sits up against the headboard, so close to the edge of the mattress. usually, he’s practically on top of you the second he gets into bed. you frown, observing him pull his phone out and scroll through whatever app was currently open.
he just looks so content, yet frustrated. it’s weirdly attractive. you know he’ll come around eventually, but he needs to cool off. he’s biting his tongue. you know matt could continue the argument to rest his case, bring something back up that he didn’t like, but he’s choosing not to.
it never usually takes long before he’s crawling back to you with his tail between his legs, apologising, needing your touch. tonight was different. he wasn’t budging.
you shift toward his body until your shoulders are touching, draping your leg over his waist. you rest your hand on his thigh over his sweatpants, and matt sighs.
you lean closer, kissing under his ear, his sharp jawline contrasting your soft lips. he nudges his head to the side, not breaking eye contact with his screen.
“i’m not in the mood,” his voice is low, almost so gentle that if you weren’t so close, you wouldn’t be able to hear him.
“do you wanna talk about it?” you ask, your fingers toying with the waistband of his pants.
he doesn’t respond, he just grabs your hand and drops it onto the quilt, rejecting your advances. not that you would ever do something to make him uncomfortable, but generally speaking, all of your heated debates in the past have ended in great sex. this move coming from a man who is nothing but utterly obsessed with you, you thought would make you upset, hurt even, but it’s just left you feeling like you needed to fight for it harder. want him more.
“that’s okay,” you respond, pulling away. you fling the sheets off of your body, revealing your lace underwear. it’s peaking underneath matt’s t-shirt that you have covering the top half of your body. you’re not wearing a bra, so the cold air hardens your nipples prominently against the white material.
you feel his eyes on you briefly, trying to maintain the fact he’s not looking at you, but it becomes difficult when you part your legs and shift your hips upward. you position yourself in the middle of the bed, head comfortable on a pillow and arm draping inbetween your legs.
“y/n, what are you doing?” he sounds annoyed and tired in his tone, knowing your gesture is a scream for attention.
“you might not be in the mood, but i am,” your eyes close softly, neck tilting back every so slightly and a soft moan parting your lips the second your cold fingers slide between your heat and under the lace.
your mouth parts open, and even though you can’t see, you know matts’ eyes are now glued on you. you roll into the palm of your hand, middle and ring finger rubbing gentle, yet desperate circles around your clit.
“fuck,” you hear matt exhale. you feel the weight of the mattress shift dramatically as he gets up, and you assume he’s leaving the room in a huff.
instead, you feel a tight grip on your ankles, dragging you to the edge of the bed. you gasp and your hands have to choice but to lay by the sides of your head.
you support yourself on your elbows and see him brush a hand through his hair, biting the inside of his cheek. he slips his thumbs into his sweats and begins to shuffle them down to his ankles, kicking them off.
“matt-” you try to hide your smirk, watching him grow harder in his boxers.
“don’t speak,” he demands, beginning to crawl over you. his much bigger, more coarse hands pin your wrists where they are. his necklace dangles over your face, and his face leans closer so his shaggy hair is dancing across your skin.
“and don’t be a brat,” before grazing his teeth over your neck, sucking lightly, then letting go. he pushes his hips into you, forcing your legs either side of his figure, and you naturally wrap around him. your heels dig into his lower back.
you feel his dick against your heat, as he presses closer to you. he hasn’t even taken his boxers off, but knowing he’s twitching against you has you needing him more.
“ugh, please matty” you beg, and on any other day he’d give you what you want. tonight you’d have to fight for it.
he pulls away from your neck, looking you in the eyes. supporting himself hovering above you with one arm he uses his other hand to grab your jaw, squeezing lightly, surrounding your face in his grip.
“keep running that mouth. i’ll find another use for it,” his tone is so deep, you lose your train of thought.
you nod, feeling him give your face a small squeeze before pulling you to his mouth. he kisses you gently, contrasting his next moves as he runs his open palm down your neck, to your chest, and finally squeezing your breast hard.
“take it off,” he orders, his voice isn’t stern, but it’s direct. he never sounds argumentative in his tone as much as he sounds impatient. you do as he asks, taking your shirt off, exposing your now half naked body, ready for him.
he moves his face down to your chest, taking your nipple between his teeth, then sucking hard. he hums, kissing around your breast, biting a mark into your skin and you throw your head back again, taking a hand to his hair and running your fingers through which messes it up.
he follows down your body, past your belly button, finally to where you desire him the most.
before you get any sensation, or a touch from him, he slides a hand behind your back and flips you over, so you’re straddling him as he lays on the bed.
he nods toward where your crotches meet, and you look down, following his eye movements.
“take them off,” he orders again. you start to slip your fingers through the waist of your panties, but he stops you.
“not yours, mine. you can wait.” he’s so nonchalant with his words you’re almost stunned, and you want to speak back. you’ve already tested him once tonight, so following your better judgment you oblige.
you shuffle down his thighs, pulling his boxers off and letting his cock spring out. you don’t need to take any further instructions before you’re leaning over him, wrapping a hand around his shaft and looking up at him through your eyelashes while you spit on his tip.
he instantly grips for your hair, wrapping it around his knuckles. you open your mouth and puff your cheeks to take him down your throat. you feel him brush past your tongue and you swirl around, tasting the pre-cum before sucking back up, taking him, and repeat.
you gag slightly, really trying to satisfy him, and focus on your breaths. you hum, pulling up to catch your breath and lick up his shaft, twisting your wrist up and down his cock. he watches you, trying to not flutter his eyes closed. he bites his lip, making a small grunt in his throat.
“ngh, fuck- take it all, sweetheart. i know you can” and he squeezes your hair in his fist, guiding you back to his dick. you continue to work him with your mouth, tears in your eyes the further and further you tempt the back of your throat with.
he tugs on your hair to tell you to come up, and you wipe your mouth with the back of your wrist.
matt plants his hands on the backsides of your thighs and pulls you back up so your cunt is hovering over his dick. he doesn’t pull your underwear off, he just moves them to the side. his arm reaches out past the bed, tapping around his bedside table drawer to pull a condom.
you’re so impatient, and throbbing as you’ve already started on yourself, that you subtly try to slide your fingers over your clit again.
matt tears the packet open, and tilts up, seeing you play with yourself.
“y’gonna finish yourself off?” he teases, but he’s serious. you almost feel guilty that you’re thinking so selfishly about getting off, but he makes you so hot and heated that you actually can’t control yourself.
“no, i wanna ride you,” you respond, taking the condom from his hands and rolling it on for him.
“you’re gonna ride my dick but you’re not gonna cum until i say so, got it?” he taps your thigh telling you lift yourself up, using his right hand to run his dick through your folds, cantering your entrance and you’re left waiting for his permission.
you nod, letting him know you understand. finally, he thrusts into you, and you happily sink down, feeling him fill you up. you both let out a low hum, the contact long overdue, and your legs spreading further to allow yourself to slide your knees up and down on the bed, bouncing as rhythmically as you can.
matts fingertips dig into your legs, fixated on your movements.
“you feel so good,” you cry out, hands cupping your breasts as you continue to slap your skin together, the sound hitting the walls and filling the room.
“grind baby,” you hear him breathe out, and you quickly wave your hips in an almost literal cowgirl movement. he moans, and you lean back with your hands on his shins, needing to balance yourself.
he never once slides out of you, helping you by pushing his hips up and timing every single push. your stomach buzzes and you clench tighter, knowing the more you squeeze the closer you are.
“matt i’m- i’m gonna cum,” you moan, and he clings his hands onto your hips.
“keep going,” he ignores your plea, and raises his hips into you even harder. he uses one of his hands to rub your clit, and you shut your eyes so fast that you’re dizzy.
“fuck matt, please, i-, i need-” you hear his hitched breaths and his chest is rising and falling underneath you.
“let go, sweetheart” he exhales to your relief, and you gasp feeling his climax in you. your core heating up and your stomach knotting so hard that you’re sealing your screams, biting your lip with a shake in your breaths.
his body relaxes, and you slowly guide yourself off of him. he pulls the rubber off and tosses it into the bin next to him, but keeps his free hand on your rib cage, tucking you into the side of his body as you roll over next to him.
you cuddle into his side, hand on his glistening chest, and once again, hiking your leg over his torso.
he puts his arm around your shoulder, letting your warm bodies be as close as they can be while you calm down. it’s quiet for a moment, and he sighs continently.
“what were we fighting about again?” he looks down at you, even though you’re peacefully resting into his shoulder. you laugh against his skin, and slap his chest playfully.
